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Prompt 19: Hope [B6]

Pairing: Snape x Fem!OC

POV: First, OC

Setting: Unknown place during a blizzard

Continuation of: Prompt 2. Restless Waiting, 3. Snowballing, 7. Stormy Reunion, 8. Rosemary For Holly & 16. Keep Warm

A/N: So, I'm here again, just a little later in the evening and I'm so glad I decided to write a shorter one for this prompt. I'm honestly stressing to the max and I haven't even started on tomorrows fic so I'm feeling the pressure... Still have another two Christmas celebrations to host as well but only one more before Rickmas2023 is over 😂👍 I'm still so so so in love with this event and I really do love seeing the community come together. I'm very very sorry I'm not fully able to reply to everything atm but as soon as I just have enough time I'll do it - you're words deserve all my attention and a thought-out reply too ❤ ON TO THE STORY OF TODAY!

Tags/TW’s: Love, Longing, Broken Hearted, Wishing For A Future, Abandoning/Losing Hope, Being Cold, Sacrifices For The Greater Good, Hurt No Comfort, Emotional Hurt, Being Cold, Feeling Abandoned/Lost, Mentions Future Death/Pain, Regret

Word Count: 1.4k

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My muscles strained against the sluggishness, the blizzard seemed to kick up a notch as I managed to sit up. I was cold all the way through. “Where are you?” Severus called, his voice a barely there thunder of worry. “Sev!” I shouted, mustering all my strength. “Belinna!” “I’m here!”

The sound of crunching snow reached me as I got myself up, trying hard not to topple over from the rough winds my weak body could barely withstand. His arms were around me the next second, his body shielding me from the onslaught while keeping me upright with his tight grip. “I knew you’d come,” he said by my ear, the relief in his voice palpable while my fingers grasped at his thick cloak. “I’ll always wish for you,” I said, my face nearly pushed into his neck. “Hold tight,” he said and my fingers tensed before we flew. Black shadows enveloped us and the twisting in my gut had my stomach in an upheaval.

It was over just a minute later. We were in the cover of trees, towering pines reaching as high as I could see. “Are you hurt?” he asked while grabbing my face with his cold hands. “No.” His eyes searched mine for any lie but I spoke the truth. I wasn’t hurt, confused and drained, but not hurt. “We go on foot,” he declared. “On foot?” “No trace.” I simply nodded at his words, happy I’d put on shoes before lying in bed.

Severus grabbed my hand and began walking, tugging me along through the heavy snow while I held on tight and tried to keep my coat cinched around my throat. The cold was starting to bite through all the layers I wore. It wasn’t the same as the English winter, or any other type of cold I’d ever experienced before. It felt feral, menacing nearly.

“Where are we?” I asked over the wind while it slithered in a rush between the tree trunks. “Can't tell you,” he said over his shoulder. “You should not know.” I merely nodded, I knew whatever reason he had for keeping so many secrets it was a good one. Truth be told, I was merely happy feeling his hand around mine, seeing him safe and whole — even if it was in the middle of a blizzard in some forgotten part of the world. He was there, alive and grasping my hand as if he were afraid to lose his grip on me.

We trudged on, Severus picked up the speed the deeper into the forest we went. “Wand out,” he said when he finally slowed down and I gasped for breath while my stiff muscles ached in the cold. “Now,” he demanded further and I reached inside my clothes to get my wand. “Sev?” I asked but he shook his head and squeezed my hand. Good thing I’m left-handed, I thought when I returned the squeeze and tried to keep my fear at bay. He was so stiff, so tense. It had my heart in my throat feeling the tension radiating from him as we inched closer to whatever destination he had in mind.

We entered a clearing and the wind just died off, as if someone closed a door. “We’re here,” he whispered and my eyes scanned the space. There was nothing there. Just a small open space among the tall trees where the weather seemingly couldn’t reach us at all. “Where is here?” I asked, stepping closer to him as something cold slithered up my spine. “The home of… The home I thought could have been my sanctuary after everything was over. But now, it is over, before it has even begun.” “Severus, what do you mean?” “If things had been, different … I would have taken you here, after everything was done…” “You’re scaring me, Sev…”

For, he did. He spoke in a manner I had never heard before that seemed drowned in anguish. He turned toward me, his face softened and turned gentle in the strange light of the clearing while I tried to remain upright. “When the moment comes,” he began as his finger stroked my chin, “you will have this part of me.” “When-, what?” I asked, my voice near frantic as he seemed destitute. “Love,” he whispered. “I am so sorry.” “S-Severus? What are you talking about?” “The plan is already in motion. When the time comes, I must kill Albus, I must become the evil in everyone's view to keep as many as possible safe, alive . There will be no place for me after, dead or alive. With all things in motion, all aspects of the plan, there are too many things that can go wrong and I am certain death will come for me before this war ends. One way or another, I will not be here with you after all is done.”

His words, they hurt so fiercely I could barely breathe while he looked at me with a sorrow and hurt so deep I couldn’t see an end to it. There was no end to his pain. A pain he’d carried all alone, for however long. I wished to take it away, wrap him up in a blanket and shower him with all my love, all my warmth, every ounce of joy I still held on to despite the dark times.

“Are you saying…” “Yes, love. That's what I'm saying.” “But, you can’t-, I mean-, we-, there must be a way!” My voice carried all over the clearing in the absence of other sounds. His soft smile, so gentle looking and sweet, was directed at me at that moment as he pulled me. His arms wrapped me up, I gripped at him while trying to find some sort of strength to hold on to the hope of a future with him I had barely ever even dared to imagine. “Here, you will survive,” he whispered into my hair. “You will live, and life will be yours to cherish.” “I don’t want that without you.” “You never had me, Belinna. I stayed away for as long as I could and then the choice was made for me when he saw you in my mind. I would never have even—” “Don’t. Please, don’t take what little love you’ve offered me.” “As you wish.”

We stood in silence until my snivelling broke the quiet. He was right, I’d never had him, and now I never would. I’d never know him deeply, intimately, lovingly. I’d never have a chance at finding a normal life with him, or even a crazy one. I’d never have what I’d hoped for in secret within the deepest parts of my heart. The hope I’d felt just a few moments ago had gone — vanished, for all eternity.

“When things seem most dark,” Severus said as I tried to soak up every tone of his voice. “Follow your heart. Your heart will lead you right.” “It led me to you, it always will…” “And mine takes me away,” he said while my body tensed up. “To keep you safe.” “Severus,” I began but my body turned heavy. “What-, what’s happening?” I asked, looking up into the most beautiful eyes I would ever see in all my life. “This was all I could grant,” he whispered. “All— What?” “Belinna, know that I love you. I will always love you, from the moment you spilt pumpkin soup over my best frock, it has been you .” “Severus, I-, I love you too. Only you.” I held on as tightly as I could while my knees yielded and the shadow of a little house seemed to flicker behind Severus as my head slumped to the side. The light of a single candle in the window was the last thing I saw before Severus sunk to the ground with me cradled in his arms as my body gave way to the heavy sleep taking over. Hurt, pain, and panic filled my heart and rushed through my body with my blood but I could do nothing.

He kissed me, a soft touch upon my lips that I couldn’t return. “Know that had I known you were an option in the future, I never would have offered my life for another. But you were too late, and I was too hurt…” I wished to scream at him, shout my love for all the world to hear. But I could not. Everything disappeared and I fumbled through the darkness without moving a single muscle only to jolt awake back in the cottage, no sign I had ever gone anywhere at all…

…To Be Continued…

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mrprettywhenhecries · 6 months

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separate ways [b.h]

one. | don't tell me you love me

Billy Hargrove ✘ Win Lewis (OC)

⇾ w.c. 4.5k words ⇾ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, angst, mention of child abuse, drinking, violence, blood, Billy's really bad at emotions :c, slight dubcon (if you squint) ⇾ a/n: Yay! Here we are at the beginning of the two part part two, which will bridge the gap between the events of season two and three and will be from Billy's pov.

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“We’re done.”

As soon as the words had left his mouth, he’d regretted them. They’d hung in the air between him and Win, as if just waiting for him to take them back and beg her forgiveness.

But Billy Hargrove didn’t beg.

What was left of his pride and the sharp hot rage yet running through his veins wouldn’t let him. Instead, he’d turned on his heel and walked out.

Billy was half way back to Hawkins when the weight of what he’d done finally sank in. By the time he’d turned back to retrace his steps, Win was gone, the Byers’ house left empty. It was then that he felt the telltale signs of panic truly begin to grip him. He had no idea where Max had gone, when or even if she’d be back, and there was no way he could show his face back home without her.

Torn between waiting there for her and going after Win, hoping she’d headed back to her place, he settled for calling her, holding his breath as the line rang, and rang.

And rang.

When Max returned with the Camaro, it was nearing midnight and Billy didn’t say a word to her as he climbed wearily into the driver’s seat. Her threat was still fresh in his mind, but it wasn’t fear that held his tongue. He was just too tired to fight any more and he still had his father’s inevitable wrath to look forward to.

Though at that point, Billy couldn’t think of any punishment worse than losing Win. As much as he wanted to believe that by Monday she’d cool down and all would be well, he had a feeling it wouldn’t be that simple.

That night, as much as he hated himself for it, Billy Hargrove cried himself to sleep, the angry red welts left by his father’s belt stinging as much as the raw empty space in his chest where his heart had been.

Monday, the ride to school was a quiet one, and as soon as Billy parked, Max left the Camaro without a backwards glance. Billy watched her skate toward the middle school with a scowl on his face. While she’d gotten a fair share of their parents’ ire, it was he who’d shouldered the lion’s share.

How was that for fair when the whole thing had been her fault in the first place?

Rolling his shoulders uncomfortably against the bruises that had started to form along his back and ribs, he slammed his door shut and strode toward the school entrance, several stray snowflakes beginning to fall, catching in his hair.

It seemed merely the fact that Win hadn’t rode to school with him that morning was enough to set the hall aflame with gossip, speculation as to the state of their relationship racing ahead of him.

“Is it true? Did you and Win split?” Carol asked, meeting Billy by his locker, smacking her gum as she waited for his answer, her blue eyes alight with curiosity.

“No,” Billy replied gruffly, pulling his locker door open with more force than necessary. “We just had a little spat. That’s all,” he insisted, radiating disdain.

“Uh huh,” Carol mused doubtfully, blowing a pink bubble as she studied him, popping it before shrugging and walking off, no doubt going to spread the news to Vicki and Tina.

Billy grabbed his books and stalked off, trying to put on a normal facade. His morning classes came and went, but he barely paid attention, too occupied with his own thoughts.

This was a completely new experience for him. He hadn’t been lying when he’d told Win she’d been his first real girlfriend. He’d never been serious about anyone before, so it never hurt when he eventually kicked them to the curb. Billy had always been the one to love ‘em and leave ‘em, no one had ever broken up with him before, and he didn’t like it, this hollow ache in his chest that only grew worse as the day wore on.

Though he wasn’t hungry in the slightest, by the time the lunch bell rang, Billy made his way to the cafeteria, keeping his eyes peeled for Win, hoping to get her by herself and have a word. However, as soon as she noticed him, she pushed her chair back from the table and practically fled the room, leaving her tray of food untouched. The sight of her red rimmed eyes before she’d left made Billy’s heart drop into his stomach, but before he could even attempt to follow her, his path was blocked by Holly, her dark eyes flashing.

“Don’t even think about it, Billy boy,” she snapped, placing her hands on her hips.

“Oh, cool it, Hampton,” Billy sighed, placing an unlit cigarette between his lips. “I just wanna talk to her.”

“Haven’t you done enough?” Holly exclaimed, not backing down, and the look on her face made Billy scowl.

“Look. Just tell her I wanna talk to her–” he ground out, but Holly crossed her arms across her chest.

“Look,” she repeated back to him, a hard edge to her voice. “Just stay away from Win, got it?”

When it became obvious she wasn’t going to let him past, Billy let out a frustrated huff, giving her one last look before turning around and striding away, heading for the bleachers.

If Win wanted her spot back, then she was gunna have to take it from him.

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After the day he’d had, Billy was actually looking forward to basketball practice. It would be good to blow off some steam on the court and Lord knew he had some pent up aggression he needed to get out.

“Good job out there today, Hargrove,” the coach exclaimed as practice wound to an end, his teammates heading for the locker room to hit the showers. “Wish I had four more of you on the court,” he chuckled, slapping Billy on the back.

“Thanks Coach,” Billy grunted, gritting his teeth against the sudden flare of pain before hissing out a breath as he joined the others in the locker room.

“Dude, did you see Steve?” one of the guys exclaimed loudly as Billy passed, heading to his locker.

“Yeah, his face is fucked up! Wonder who did it to him.”

“I heard it was Billy,” another piped up, snickering.

Contemplating whether or not he should just shower at home, not exactly wanting to field any questions from his teammates about the bruises covering his back, Billy couldn’t help but smirk to himself, still pretty proud of knocking Steve down a few pegs.

“Speaking of Hargrove, I heard he and Win are splitsville,” one the guys hissed in a hushed tone. “Maybe I can finally tap that,” he chuckled.

Billy’s smirk disappeared and he turned away from his locker, letting his eyes sweep the room as he pulled his sweat soaked cut-off over his head, discreetly searching for who’d spoken.

“You gotta be kidding. After what he did to Steve? Ain’t no way I’d cross Billy.”

The first voice snorted. “Nah man, she’d be fuckin’ worth it–”

Following the voices, like a panther stalking its prey, Billy slipped a fresh shirt on as he rounded the corner to where Braydon Miller and Taylor Rupp were huddled together, his eyes narrowing as he sized them up.

“Wanna run that by me again, Miller?” Billy drawled, leaning against the low of lockers, cutting off their escape, a dangerous note to his low voice.

His teammates stiffened, realizing they’d been overheard, but Billy’s attention was all on Braydon, who cleared his throat awkwardly. “It’s just… if you’re not together any more–” he trailed off under Billy’s glower.

“Anyone else want a turn with my girl?” he exclaimed, throwing his arms wide as he slowly turned to address the rest of the locker room.

No one spoke, several of his teammates dropping their gazes to their feet, and Billy nodded to himself. “Now, I don’t know what you’ve heard, but Win is still very much mine,” he growled, staring at Miller for emphasis. “So, if I find out about any of you making a pass at her, you’ll get worse than Harrington got.”

If possible, the locker room got even quieter and Billy let out a huff. “Do you understand?” he asked.

When no one answered, his lips twisted in a scowl and he raised his voice, emphasizing each word. “I said. Do. You. Understand?”

This time, a frantic chorus of voices replied, leaving Billy satisfied with their response. “Good. Tell your friends,” he said, shoving Miller back against his locker as he retreated, grabbing his things and leaving.

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December 22nd, 1984

“Max, honey, stay still,” Susan chastised lightly.

“Ow! Mom, that’s too tight!” Max whined in response, their voices floating down the hall from the bathroom.

Billy rolled his eyes, getting up to shut his door. Standing in the doorway, he peered out, catching sight of Susan braiding a strand of Max’s fiery hair to pin back out of her face, helping her get ready for her dumb little middle school dance.

For a moment, Max turned, holding his stare and a wave of resentment washed over him. Without a word, he stepped back into his room, shutting his door firmly. He’d kept his word, he’d left her and her stupid friends alone, and where had it gotten him? She was going out, having fun, and he was stuck there, alone. With a pang of regret, he couldn’t help but wonder what Win was doing right then.

He’d heard that Hawkins Lab had been shut down suddenly, and he wondered if she’d actually get to spend the holiday with her father. He glanced across the room at the small gift wrapped box sitting on his dresser. He’d gotten her a gift shortly after Thanksgiving, while they were still together, but now it seemed like it was going to go to waste and Neil’s words echoed in his head, taunting him.

Wonder how long it’ll last before you fuck it up.

Taking a deep breath through his nose, Billy set his jaw and strode across the room, snatching the box. Grabbing his keys, he set out before he could change his mind. He’d given Win space, forced himself to pass her by at school and hold his tongue as if he didn’t have a million things he wanted to say to her, missing being able to just talk to her, but it was obvious to anyone with eyes that she was hurting, and for what?

Obviously neither of them wanted this, so why were they still apart? It was stupid and Billy was determined to make her see that.

Pulling up to her house, Billy turned off his headlights as he parked on the street–close enough to be able to see the front of the house, but far enough away that his car wouldn’t be spotted. Glancing down at the box sitting in the passenger seat, he wet his lips before his gaze flicked back to the house.

The front curtains were open and he could easily see into the living room. Win and her dad were decorating the tree, stringing a strand of multicoloured twinkle lights around its branches. For a moment, Billy let himself imagine he was inside with them–Christmas music playing softly from the radio in the kitchen as It’s a Wonderful Life droned on in the background.

Win’s smile was radiant and he wanted to live in the fantasy a while longer, but the cold was beginning to creep into the car, chilling him, his breath misting in the air. Opening his eyes he tried to imagine what would really happen if he walked up to the door–his heart in his hands. And every scenario ended with him being turned away.

Turning the key in the ignition, Billy gave one last wistful look at the window and the warmth that seemed to radiate from within before pulling away from the curb, Win’s present forgotten in the passenger seat.

He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t face the possibility of her rejection.

He’d give it a week, he decided. Maybe by then he’d find the courage to try again.

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December 31st, 1984

It was already dark by the time Billy left the house on Cherry St. and he turned up the radio as he turned onto the main drag through town. He’d taken a little longer getting ready, meticulously styling his hair to look as effortless as possible before choosing an outfit specially designed to catch the eye. Though he sped through town, he aimed to arrive fashionably late, wanting to make an entrance.

Heather Holloway’s New Year’s Eve party had been the only thing anyone had been talking about for the past few weeks and he had it on good authority that Win was gunna be there.

And after his cowardice at Christmas, he was determined to win her back.

Glancing up at his reflection in the rear view mirror, he flashed his best grin. “Hey Win,” he said, speaking aloud to the empty car as if she were there. “Hey Win. Winnie,” he repeated, chuckling softly as he switched his inflection, practicing what he wanted to say when he saw her.

“You’re looking good. Though, you always look good,” he drawled, biting his lip before winking at his reflection, radiating confidence. “What’s that? You miss me?” he asked, his expression shifting to calculated surprise. “I know you do, babe. And I… I miss you too,” he breathed, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Why don’t we put this whole foolish mess behind us, huh?” he asked, catching his gaze in the mirror, his eyes softening. “Come back to me and we’ll forget any of this ever happened,” he urged, letting just enough emotion tinge his voice while still keeping it smooth and warm. “I mean, after all, we’re perfect together.”

Catching his tongue between his teeth, he grinned, pleased with his performance.

“She won’t be able to resist,” he breathed, bringing the cigarette perched between his fingers to his lips.

By the time the party was over, Billy was confident she’d be his again.

The road in front of Heather’s house was nearly packed full by the time Billy arrived, but he found a spot further down the street and parked, lighting a fresh cigarette before kicking open the door to step out into the slush.

God, but he still couldn’t stand the snow.

Shoving his hands in his pockets, he made his way to the house, the music blaring inside seeping out into the cold night air.

Tamping the snow from his boots as he stepped inside, Billy blew out a long stream of smoke, feeling his cheeks and fingers sting at the sudden change in temperature. Pushing his way through the crowded living room, he went in search of Win, spying Tommy and Carol in the corner with Tina.

Tina noticed him looking her way and smiled, waving to him. He acknowledged her, but didn’t head over, still searching for Win’s dark rooted platinum bob amongst the crowd. When he finally spotted her, his stomach twisted, white hot jealousy racing through his veins at the sight of her standing next to Eddie “the freak” Munson, one arm casually slung around her petite shoulders.

It had barely been a month since they’d split, she wouldn’t have moved on that quickly. She couldn’t’ve. Especially not with someone like him.

Win seemed to feel his gaze on her and turned, her doll-like eyes widening when they landed on him. For a moment, she looked torn, her gaze holding his before Tommy clapped a hand on his shoulder, a smug grin on his freckled face as he joined Billy, and she quickly looked away again, slipping past Eddie to go get another drink.

“I heard she’s been hanging out with Munson and his lame band, and Nancy Wheeler’s bitchy cousin,” Tommy exclaimed, watching Billy from the corner of his eye, as if just waiting for a reaction.

Billy’s first instinct was to stride over there and introduce Munson to his fist, but something deep inside tugged at him—a tiny voice that sounded suspiciously like Win’s—telling him that that would only dig his grave deeper.

Though his jaw flexed and his hands balled into fists, Billy kept his expression as flat as he could, shrugging Tommy’s hand off his shoulder as he pushed into the crowd, away from Munson, instead following Win to the kitchen. He found her by the counter, a half empty bottle of whiskey in her hand, the mouth of the bottle just leaving her pink lips, and he couldn’t help but grin at the way her gaze trailed over him, her face flushing.

He clearly still had an effect on her.

“What’re you doing here?” she asked, the defiance in her voice mostly for show.

Billy shrugged, stepping closer, his fingers wrapping around the bottle in her hand. “It’s a free country,” he said, wetting his lips as he plucked the bottle from her hand, bringing it to his mouth and taking a swig, the amber liquid warming him as it burned down his throat.

Win quickly tore her eyes away when he handed her back the bottle, his gaze focused on her.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

She snorted. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“Bullshit–” Billy scoffed, leaning against the counter, boxing her in. “I think you wanted to see me,” he drawled.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” she exclaimed, though her body language told a different story and for a moment Billy let his mask drop.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmured softly and Win’s eyes snapped back to his face, surprise flitting across her features.

“I’ve… missed you too,” she admitted in a small voice, her hand involuntarily clutching at his jacket as Billy took a chance and tucked her hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering at the curve of her jaw.

“Yeah?” he breathed, leaning in closer, surprised at just how easy it had been to lure her back in.

“Mhmm,” she hummed, her breath hitching as his lips hovered just out of reach.

Billy grinned, bridging the remaining distance between them, his mouth pressing to hers, gentle at first, testing the waters. When she hesitantly kissed him back, he dropped all pretense of holding back, his hand as her cheek slipping into her hair to cradle the back of her head as his tongue swiped against the seam of her lips.

With a soft moan, she opened her mouth to him, her tongue meeting his. She tasted like whiskey and nicotine and Billy’s head swam while his heart hammered in his chest. If he took Win’s hand and pressed it over his heart, she’d probably be able to feel it.

Suddenly, however, she tensed, pulling back abruptly, her hand against his chest the only thing stopping him from chasing her retreating lips and Billy’s eyes snapped open, his brows furrowing.

“Win, what–?”

“I can’t,” she choked out, squeezing her eyes shut as a conflicted expression twisted her face. “I can’t do this,” she repeated, her voice growing firmer.

“Why the hell not?”

The words were out of Billy’s mouth before he could stop them, knowing the gruff demand would surely spur Win to retaliate, her defenses slamming securely back in place.

Hating that he was right, Billy grimaced as she pushed him back, her stormy eyes flashing.

“Is it cause of that freakshow you came here with?” he spat, his anger boiling over, getting the better of him.

“What?” Win snapped, her gaze like daggers.

“Munson. You sleeping with him?” he demanded, unable to back down now and Win scoffed, incredulous.

“No, it’s not like that,” she exclaimed, but Billy rolled his eyes, a humourless grin stretching his face as he barked a hollow laugh.

“C’mon Win, don’t fuckin’ lie to me.”

“I haven’t slept with anyone since you,” she insisted levelly, hurt flickering in her eyes. “Have you?” she snapped instead, wordlessly pleading with him to deny it.

Billy took a step closer, his breath ghosting across her face as he loomed over her. “The only person I’ve even been able to even think about these past weeks, is you. So, no.”

Win scoffed, turning her face away, blinking back the dampness that caught in her lashes as she crossed her arms over her chest. “If you truly want me back, Billy, you need to prove you’ve changed,” she whispered, making herself meet his gaze.

“Do better.”

Without another word, she pushed past him, leaving him to contemplate what she’d said.

Growling, Billy snatched the bottle of whiskey she’d left behind and tossed it back, downing the rest of the amber liquid in several long swallows.

Do better? What the hell was that supposed to mean?

Grabbing a quarter full bottle of vodka from the counter, Billy skulked back out to the living room, joining Tommy and the others. His mood effectively soured, he sullenly watched the party from his spot against the wall, glowering as every so often he took a swig from the bottle in his hand. Once he’d polished off the vodka, he’d grown bored, pushing off the wall to head to the keg across the room, scowling when he realized Tina had followed him over.

“Hey Billy,” she chirped, sidling up next to him as he grabbed an empty cup, filling it from the spigot, careful not to get too much foam.

“Tina,” he grunted in response, bringing the cup to his lips.

“Wanna pour me one?” she asked, holding her cup out to him.

He rolled his eyes, but did so anyway, ignoring the way she batted her eyelashes up at him.

“I heard about you and Win splitting,” she said, leaning in closer. “Mondo bummer,” she murmured, though she didn’t sound very broken up about it.

Billy stared at her flatly, not in the mood for her games. “Excuse me,” he muttered, stepping around her and stumbling back out into the crowd, his vision swimming slightly. If Tina said something else, he didn’t hear it.

Glancing down at his watch, he realized it was nearly midnight and the urge to find Win again was growing stronger. Letting his gaze sweep the room, he finally spotted her dancing with Beck, and though there was a smile curling her lips, it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Despite the distraction, she was hurting.

Billy didn’t sense Tommy coming up beside him until he spoke, his voice slurring slightly.

“Dude, give it a rest already,” he said, bringing his drink to his lips. “Sure Win’s hot an’ all, but there’s loads of other hot girls. Girls that would willingly throw themselves at your feet. You could be swimming in pussy,” he exclaimed, his sweeping gesture taking in the room.

Billy’s expression darkened, but he didn’t speak, and Tommy barrelled on. “Face it, Billy, she ain’t comin’ back, and you know what, I’m gunna tell you somethin’. You should be glad, because your little girlfriend? She was a bitch,” he exclaimed.

The shit eating grin on his face faltered when Billy turned suddenly, grabbing shirt, his eyes flashing danger.

“You wanna run that by me again?” he asked, his voice like a taut spring and the people around them went quiet, turning to watch.

Tommy’s eyes lit up in amusement, his grin returning wider as he held Billy’s fierce glare. “Thought there were plenty of bitches in the sea, Hargrove? Isn’t that what you told Harrington?” he taunted, brushing out of Billy’s grasp.

There was a beat where Billy merely gaped at him, seething, and Tommy began to laugh, making the mistake of turning his back on him. He was still laughing when Billy caught his shoulder, spinning him back around, his fist connecting with Tommy’s stupid face.

The blow staunched Tommy’s laughter, wiping the amusement from his face, and he swung right back, missing Billy by an inch. Taking the opening, Billy’s fist found Tommy’s nose, bloodying his knuckles.

“Fuck you, Hagan!” he growled, feeling hands on his jacket pulling him back.

“Fuck you Hargrove!” Tommy countered, blood streaming down his chin.

Taking advantage of Billy’s momentary distraction, Tommy threw a right hook, his fist catching Billy’s left brow before he was hauled back, the two pulled apart. With a huff, Billy shook the hands off him, tugging at his jacket and wiping the blood from his brow before it could run into his eye.

As he straightened he found Win watching him, disappointment etched in her gaze before she turned away, following Eddie and Beck toward the door.

“Win, wait!”

Billy’s feet moved before his thoughts could catch up and he stumbled out the door after her, nearly losing his footing in the snow outside before he caught up to her, grabbing her arm to haul her back. Without a word, he pulled her into his arms, his mouth colliding with hers in a searing, desperate kiss.

“Billy, no!” Win exclaimed, pushing him away, her voice cracking.

“No, you know you want this,” he growled, his grasp on her arms tightening, not letting her pull away, trying to kiss her again.

“I said no, Billy!” she repeated, the sudden crack of her palm across his face leaving him stunned.

Fighting the urge to press his hand to his stinging cheek, his hands fell to his sides, balling into fists as a flash of heat washed through him–embarrassment and inappropriate arousal quickly tamped down as anger took its place.

“Fuck you, Win.” His voice was level though he fought to keep it that way, his hurt and anger swelling, like an uncontrollable wave. “You left me, just like she did.”

Win’s eyes widened at his words and she flinched as if he’d been the one to slap her.

“That’s not fair,” she breathed, her voice wavering.

“But it’s the truth,” Billy spat, the wave threatening to pull him out to sea. “You left me just when I needed you the most!”

Win shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. “Don’t compare me to her! She left because of someone else’s actions. I left because of yours.”

She swallowed, lifting her chin, the unshed tears sparkling in her lashes.

“The one wasn’t your fault. This was.”

Before Billy could come up with a response, Win turned away, climbing into Munson’s van as Beck asked her if she was alright.

Billy’s breath misted in the air as it left his parted lips. It wasn’t until the van pulled away that Billy realized people were staring and he felt bile rise in his throat at the humiliation.

Win’s slap had been the final death knell for whatever hope he’d had left that she’d come back to him.

“The fuck are you looking at?” he barked, scattering the remainder of the watchers.

As he lit a cigarette with shaking fingers, he heard the partygoers inside counting down the last seconds to midnight, but he was already heading to his car.

Tomorrow he’d keep up appearances, tonight he just wanted to be alone.

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sunrisesunsetqueen · 7 months

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Fictober Day 2: “Don’t worry, I got you.”

Season 4 Rewrite, Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x OC!Willow Howard

Alright besties, give it up for day two!! So in my fic i completely rewrote season four (i had to when you add an OC and she has been dating Steve for months and they both had been seeing Eddie for a month by that point) so this is a small snippet of the night that everything changed for them. this is a longer scene that i wrote, but for this prompt i had to shorten it. (I might write more for a different day in Fictober)

WC: 999 TW: Blood, mentions of a maybe child death, tiny bit of s4 spoilers

March 1986

The blood, it was everywhere. Some of hers, some of his. She couldn’t tell at this point, the tears were so heavy in her eyes, spilling on his exposed wounds.

“We gotta get him out of here” Dustin’s voice sounded nasally from the tears he was spilling on Eddie’s leg.

“Get him out of here. Get him out of here” was the other only thought going through her head before they felt the earth and ground shake. It felt like the earth shattered under them, but they didn’t see any changes to the environment around them.

The ground shook for a while, Dustin trying to protect them by using his body to shield them both. “He’s just a kid. That's not his job, he's just a kid” Willow’s mind was clogged with the fact they are all kids. “Dustin shouldn’t be here, Eddie shouldn’t be in my lap bleeding. Max…Max. Did they win? It doesn’t feel like it. Is she okay? Nancy, Robin, Steve. Oh god where the hell is Steve?? Get him out of here. GET OUT OF HERE!!”

She looks down at Eddie. “Wake up, Eddie.” She shook his body lightly enough to not hurt him, but strong enough that he would actually snap out of it. When he wakes up he coughs a little.

“Oh christ”

“You're gonna need to stay awake for me okay?”

Eddie’s eyes are pretty hazy, but Willow is close enough to see that she has been crying. He’s not dead and she's here. She’s actually here.

He nods his head, pain radiating throughout his body.

“Don’t worry, I got you. I’m gonna get you out of here, baby” She kisses his forehead softly before turning to Dustin. “Here, watch him, keep him awake or so help me, you’ll have me and Steve to deal with, got it?” Willow’s aggression can be felt through her words as he has Dustin scoot over to hold Eddie’s upper half.

“Awake, got it?” She looks down at the boys once she gets up.

“Got it, awake.” Dustin says through tears.

“And keep him talking, he never shuts up normally, and now shouldn't be the exception” She takes off into the upside down Munson trailer, hearing Eddie and Dustin talking off in the background. Once inside she finds old clothes in the closet. She grabs them and runs back out to them.

“Eds, this is going to hurt, okay?” She's working on pure adrenaline now, the bites on her arms, shoulders, and the small bites on her torso are nothing compared to what Eddie has. She’s losing blood, but that’s a problem for later. She needs to get him out of here.

She takes the old clothing and rips it up and wraps it tightly around Eddie’s torso like she did to Steve’s when they got stuck in the Upside Down earlier.

Eddie yelps loudly in pain and she shoves some of the excess cloth into his mouth. “Shut up” she whispers to him. She has no idea what could be around them in this new area and she doesn’t want to find out, especially if Steve and the others are still out there.

She finishes wrapping Eddie up and pulls out the ball of fabric from his mouth. “I’m sorry, baby, but I need you to stay quiet. I know it hurts, but we don’t know what's out here and we need to get home safely, okay? Now, can you move?”

“A little” Eddie’s raspy voice whispers to her.

“Can you stand up?”

“I can try”

“That's good enough for me. Dustin, help me get him up” she commands

As Willow and Dustin get Eddie up, Eddie winces and groans in pain. “We gotta get him back through the gate” she says to Dustin who is also still crying as he nods head in response.

They try to drag him, but it soon becomes a challenge when Eddie can’t help but put a lot of his weight on them. They're both so much smaller than him and not that strong and they soon start to struggle as Willow cannot help the tears running down her face at their situation. “Stay awake for me baby, stay awake.” she whispers to Eddie

And that's when she hears it, the sound of boots running to them. She can't even look to see Steve running up to her, she's so dedicated to getting Eddie out of there.

“Will, what happened?”

“Eddie decided to be a fucking hero” she grumbles

Steve begins to look at her quickly and see she's covered in bite marks as well “What? Why? Is he–? Willow you're hurt, are you ok–”

“I can’t leave him, Steve, I won't do it. So fucking help or get the hell out of my way” she pushes past him.

Steve takes no time in switching Dustin out and commands the other three. Him and Willow are acting purely on instinct at this point, “Robin, get the kid out of here and get to the other side. Find something that we can safely drop Eddie on on the other side, now.”

Robin has never seen her friends act like this. Even with Starcourt, Steve has never been as authoritative as he was now. She quickly gets Dustin and Nancy to the other side to find something for Eddie to land on.

Steve looks down at Willow and Eddie. Willow covered in blood, Eddie bleeding out. “I did this. I love them and I dragged them into this and if they get through this…they have to get through this or I will never forgive myself for this.” He pushes the thoughts away and just keeps moving, taking more of Eddie’s weight to not further burden Willow. The three of them keep moving as Steve looks to them and says “Don’t worry, I got you. You're gonna be okay. I promise” A promise that he intends on keeping because come hell or high water, he’s getting them all out of there… alive.

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staliaqueen · 2 years

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heartless | 10. beating hearts

pairing: henry mills x oc a/n: super short chapter, i know! but it's important to the story and i couldn't combine it with the next because that one is very tightly thematically consistent and i don't wanna ruin that. i wasn’t lying when i said season 2 would be better it just needs to pick up first i promise. still, hope you enjoy, please reblog and tell me what you thought! warnings: none. wordcount: 380

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As soon as they heard Regina leave her former office, Max and Henry snuck in.

"Isn't this a little mean?" asked Max, as she followed Henry. His plan to get his mom out of the office had involved inviting her to lunch. Regina was now headed to Granny's, thinking that Henry would be there waiting for her, and Max didn't feel good about it.

"We need to get into that vault," said Henry, opening one of the many drawers and pulling out a bundle of keys. "It's the only way to save mom and Mary Margret."

"Okay, but... couldn't we just have talked to her?"

Henry shook his head. "She wouldn't have listened."

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The vault was, like any other, located in the cemetery. Henry had kept his book open for reference, and it didn't take them long to locate it.

Together, they stepped in. After closing the door, Max turned back to find Henry staring at something ahead of him. There was a stone coffin in the room, and there was an engraving on the platform on which it stood. The engraving — what Henry was staring at — read Henry Mills, Beloved Father.

She watched his face, trying to decipher what he was feeling, but Henry's face was unreadable.

"Look," he said suddenly.

Max followed where he was pointing. There were scrapes all over the floor next to the right side of the coffin. Immediately getting on his page, she rushed with him to the left and started pushing. The coffin budged, revealing an opening to a staircase underneath.

They walked down the staircase together. When they got to the bottom, they were confronted with a wall of small golden drawers. Henry walked ahead, while Max stayed glued to the bottom of the stairs. Her entire body turned cold, yet beads of sweat were forming on her forehead. The powerful magic of the drawers' containment radiated throughout the room, sizzling her skin, their pounding so powerful it might as well have been Max's own head that was throbbing.

Henry looked back at her, and Max gulped.

"Are those...?"

Henry nodded. "Hearts."

"You know," Max said quickly, "it would probably be smart if I went out and kept watch, right? Yeah, I'm gonna do that." And she rushed back up the stairs.

(not my gif)

taglist: @valentine-melody

heartless taglist: @jochase

#once upon a time #ouat #rewrite #fanfiction #once upon a time rewrite #ouat rewrite #once upon a time fanfiction #ouat fanfiction #henry mills #henry mills x oc #henry mills x reader #henry mills imagine #henry mills imagines #henry mills fluff #henry mills angst #jared gilmore

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devil-doll13 · 1 year

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Muse Aesthetics: horror edition. repost, don’t reblog. Bold whatever applies

So I saw @rottent33th, @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better and @solmints-messyocdiary doing this and I thought it would be fun so I jumped on the bandwagon! lncludes my OCs Abigail, Max, Jude and Zach.

Abigail

gothic horror.

gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. spiders. books.

classic horror.

black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. alcohol in glass decanters. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. dark alleys. empty streets. driving at night. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. paranoia. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the american south. the american northeast. england. analog cameras.

slashers.

bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. suburbia. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. household objects turned into improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations. character masks. scrunchies. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. california. the american midwest. ambulances.

paranormal horror.

malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at something you can’t see. black ooze. old photographs. faces you can swear you’ve seen before but can’t for the life of you figure out where. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.

cryptid & urban legend horror.

aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw-marks. bite-marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. abandoned houses. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. hiking / backpacking.

thrillers.

daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. asylums. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms with no one inside them. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. suspicion. paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots.

Max

gothic horror.

classic horror.

slashers.

paranormal horror.

cryptid & urban legend horror.

thrillers.

Jude

gothic horror.

classic horror.

slashers.

paranormal horror.

cryptid & urban legend horror.

thrillers.

Zach

gothic horror.

classic horror.

slashers.

paranormal horror.

cryptid & urban legend horror.

thrillers.

#ngl I’d love to see this for more OCs #Abigail Williams #Abigail #Maxwell Holt #Max #Judith Bell #Jude #Zachariah Johnson #Zach #slasher oc #horror oc #final boy oc #final girl oc #my writing #my stuff

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junetheworld · 2 years

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⌗ MARAUDERS OC NICKNAME IDEAS!

so, i've made a bunch of oc's for the marauders era in the past, a lot of them being animagi. and it's REALLY hard to come up with ACTUAL good nicknames for them. that's why i decided to make this list. both for myself, in the future, aswell as others who struggle picking the right name

anyways, i always like the name to have something to do with a body part of the animal, as that's what all the boys (except remus) did.

WHISKERS ﾟ✧

- this one is definetely for a cat.

- honestly, this one's probably the best out of the list. i mean, it checks all of the boxes. it's one of the more recognizable features of a cat, looks good and sounds good

- and it can be used for any cat. if your oc is really mysterious and then prob is a black cat, it fits! if you're a brown/orange cat with a down to earth personality, it fits! if youre a girly girl and a white cat, it fits!

-i lost count of how many times i've used this now.

CROOKSHANKS ﾟ✧

- btw, if you dont know what the fuck this name means, because neither did i, crook is bend and shank is the part of the leg from the knee to the ankle. (the words can mean other things in other context tho) anyways yea, thought you should know that lol.

- but so like, i remember reading this fanfiction on wattpad, i think it was actually called crookshanks? (i could be wrong though) but this woman who was james' twin sister is crookshanks (so like crookshanks, hermione's cat is an animagus in secret) and i dont know i was just amazed at how creative it was.

- so basically, what i'm trying to say is: you could have your oc be hermione's cat and like watch over harry and help sirius and idk it's just so genius.

FANGS/FANG ﾟ✧

- this one can be for both cat like animals and dogs (+ wolfs) OH AND BATS. YEA. I LOVE BATS. (not sure if it's a great animal for an animagous tho)

- and yea yea yea i know it's also the name of hagrid's dog but who cares! people re-use names all the damn time. i mean i swear, in my country, EVERYONE calls their dog max. heck, MY dog is called max

CLAW/CLAWS ﾟ✧

- the next one could apply to a bunch of different animals since most, or at least a lot, have claws

- it would also be fun to add another word onto it like; hairyclaw, sharpclaw, angelclaw. these are really bad but you get what i mean (sharpclaw slays though.)

CLAWDINE ﾟ✧

gosh i love this name.

- i'd imagine a female black cat like animal (panther, cat idk just black cat things)

- and i know she'd be so cool in real life aswel. everyone wants to be you, be your friend, date you.

- this name radiates 'that one hot and attractive female every man simps for.' and idk it just makes me excited.

COTTONTAIL ﾟ✧

- this one is SUPER cute,

- although i'm not sure if it really fits in this post, seeing as it's for a bunny, although maybe you could just use it for different animals too?

- and yea, i know it's a bit like peter's name but who cares! it's just too cute.

FEATHERCLAW ﾟ✧

- i'd suggest this one for a bird.

- again, not sure if anyone would choose a bird as animagus for their oc (maybe a bigger bird?)

- but like, it's yet another great name

GIGGLES ﾟ✧

- this one just randomly popped in my head one day. it doesnt refer to an animal's body part.

- but i mean, moony doesnt either so who cares right

- this name would definetely resemble the person's human personality. bubbly, cute girly girl, always smiling and obviously, giggling

MITTEN ﾟ✧

- just like at the start of this post, i didnt know what this word meant when i first saw it. but it's like a glove where all your fingers except your thumb are together, instead of separated.

- imagine if you have an oc who's known for always being cold, going out in a thick coat and scarf and always has mittens/gloves on.

- and then they'd be a cat animagous so that the boys, ESPECIALLY sirius, can call them kitten 24/7

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abiik · 4 years

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wait fuck i knew this was gonna happen

#h talks.#oc Thoughts radiating at a max #like rn it's just little character quirks which. ew disgusting. dont fucking talk to me. dont make me love him even more #i dont mind falling more in love w li okay #but bowen? bo? him? bastard? that BITCH? no thank u #not that i love him or anything AHA! ridiculushshshshhs #anyway thinking PARTICULARLY about how when he's not wearing brand stuff or for a shoot. when he's just doin his own thing #he wears like. the baggiest fucking shirts and/or the baggiest pants AND STILL manages to look as long as he IS #like he's only six foot two. three or whatever and i think in america seeing someone like that walking around is kind of #less common than seeing someone like that walking around in his country of origin #but like his designer baggy clothes STILL make him look all lean and long and tall somehow and it's I HATE IT im gonna kick him #IM GONNA KICK HIM FOR INVADING MY BRAIN!!!!#i also think he has a v pretty neck how im imagining him and i 🤢🤢#me 🤝 li just 🤢🤢🤢#she and i hiding behind our masks not looking 👀👀#bowen complains about his hair often too. he be like: no no u cant view it from this angle it looks awful it's too flat #and li is like ?? idk what ur talking about it looks fine #and then after sending a hundred selfies to his hairstylist he's like shoving the text in li's face like SEE SEE MY HAIRSTYLIST AGREED W ME #THEY THINK IT'S TOO FLAT TOO I HAVE TO REDO IT #and li is like u are the most annoying human being i've ever met. just shut up. here is my blow dryer. and some hair stuff. go fuckin wild #bowen: 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 for me??????#li: burn it all when ur done.#HEKCJELXJKEDLEIDKEIDKEIDLEIDLIEKDKECIEKKDODJD #OR HE WEARS LIKE REALLY STRAIGHT PANTS THAT MAKE HIS LEGS LOOK REALLY LONG AND IT'S LIKE <.< WHO GAVE U THE R I G H T

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jeonxxk · 4 years

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Drunk II JJK drabble

♡Synopsis: OC has to take care of drunk baby Kook

♡Pairing: Jungkook x reader

♡Genre: Fluffy~~

♡Word count: 1.1k

♡Warnings: Mentions of sex but not really

A drunk Jungkook sits in the passenger seat. His seat tilted back so it’s more comfortable. You’re not sure if he’s still conscious, or at least awake enough to feel your hand on his.

“Kook? Baby?” You glanced over to his side. He slightly opened his eyes and hummed in response then went back to sleep.

“Poor baby,” you chuckled, ruffling up his already messed up hair.

It was a struggle getting a half-drunk half-asleep Jungkook up the stairs, but you managed to do it.

“Let’s get you to bed,” you said to him, opening his bedroom door.

He crashes down on the bed with a thud and starts to whine, “It’s hottttt.”

“Take your shirt off then,” you replied.

You walked out of his bedroom for a bit to lock the front door and grab a snack. It was barely 2 minutes, before Jungkook starts to whine again. You rolled your eyes. You’re dating a little kid. You grabbed the bag of pocky that was closet and went to go see what he needed.

“Where’d you go?” He was sitting up on the bed, still very tipsy. His head against the headboard, still flushed.

“I went to lock your front door and get food.”

He held out his arms and pouted. You stood at the door looking at him.

“Babyyy.”

Even a drunk Jungkook has effects on you. Saying no was absolutely impossible to this man. You joined him on the bed and slipped into his arms.

“It’s so hot,” he complained again.

“I told you to get rid of the shirt.”

“Can you take it off for me?”

“Are you not capable of taking off your own shirt?”

“I like it when you do it.”

You rolled your eyes at his response. Jungkook is an absolute man child.

“Arms up,” you tell him. He listened.

You take his shirt and hop off the bed to go put it in the laundry basket. In the process, you go search through his drawer for a T-shirt, knowing for damn sure you’re staying the night with Jungkook.

“Come back to bed,” he whined again.

“Let me shower first.” You take out one of his many white tees.

“Can I shower with you?” Jungkook slyly smiled.

“If you can stand up properly,” you replied, snarkiness in my voice.

Jungkook groaned as he rolls off the bed. Just as his two feet touch the ground, he collapses back on to the bed. You rush towards him.

“It’s okay, baby. I can handle myself in the shower.” You lean down to plant a kiss on his lips and he smiles happily.

The shower should have been half an hour max. When you leave the bathroom, Jungkook isn’t on the bed.

This dumbass, you muttered to yourself.

You threw your dirty clothes into his laundry basket, groaning at the fact that you most likely have to do laundry in the morning. You leave his room to find Jungkook slump at the counter. A glass of water in his hand and his head planted on the countertop. His back was flexed and all his muscles defined, but your focus was getting him to bed now.

“Kookie?” You placed a hand on his back, running up and down his spine.

“Water tastes so good,” he murmured.

You giggled. “I know it does.”

You stand across from him. “Ready to go to bed now?”

He followed your voice and looks up. “You look really good in my clothes.”

You feel a blush rushing up your cheeks. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Let me just look at you for a second. Damn, I can’t believe you’re mine.”

You’re furiously blushing now. To prevent Jungkook from looking, you go to grab a cup from the top cupboard, the shirt ridding up your ass a smidge.

“And you’re not wearing pants? I’m a lucky guy.”

At his statement, you were quick to pull down your (Jungkook’s) shirt. You pull out the water filter from the fridge pour some into your glass.

“Jungkook. Bed,” you said again, taking sips from the glass, avoiding his eyes.

“Are you going to take off your shirt too?”

You choked on the water that you drank.

“Why are you so horny right now?”

“You look so good,” he whined.

His asian flush went down. He seemed to have sobered up. But then again, drunk words are sober thoughts.

“Tomorrow Kook. Can we just go to bed now?” You grab his now empty glass and yours to put in the dishwasher.

“I want you now,” he continues to whine.

“Sucks Jeon. I’m going to bed.”

You leave him in the kitchen, making your way back into the bedroom. You go into the bathroom to brush your teeth when Jungkook walks in. He pulls you into his chest as you’re still brushing your teeth. He lays his chin on your shoulder, his eyes closed. He starts to sway back and forth and brings you along. You pull away from spit out the toothpaste in your mouth and to rinse.

When you look back up, Jungkook looks sad and a little guilty.

You turn around to face him, naturally slipping your arms around him for a hug.

“What’s wrong?” You said against his chest. Jungkook’s heartbeat was a little faster than normal.

“I felt like I pushed sex on you,” he whispered.

You looked up at him, tears already forming in his eyes.

“Is that what you think?” You gave him a little smile, showing that you were in no way mad.

He nodded his head, yes, letting a couple of tears drop. You cup his face, brushing away the tears with your thumbs. Getting on your tippy-toes, you kiss Jungkook, intensely.

“You can and will never make me feel like that. Okay?” You said when you pulled away.

“I love you so much,” his voice choked up and more tears came out.

“Awh baby. I love you.” You gave him another breathtaking kiss. “Brush your teeth. I’m going to grab some aspirin for you in the morning.”

He nodded and let you go. You went to get the aspirin from the medicine cabinet in the kitchen and a water bottle to bring back into the room. You turned off the lights to the kitchen and double-checked the locks on the front door. Jungkook was already knocked out on the bed when you came in. You closed the bathroom door, turned off the bedroom light, and slipped into bed with Jungkook. Feeling your presence, he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to his chest. His body was radiating heat and you felt it seep through the thin white shirt you were wearing.

With your back to his chest, his arm and legs draped around your own, his face in your hair, the closest Jungkook could humanly get to you, he whispered into your hair, “I love you.”

#jeon jungguk #jeon jungkook #bts scenarios #bts imagines #jungkook imagine #jungkook drabble #bts drabble #jungkook fluff #jungkook x reader #jungkook headcanon #masterlist

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equestrianwritingsstuff · 3 years

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The Weapons: The Crash

This is a series I have been thinking about with some OCs. The basic idea is that a corrupt mental institution takes in these villains and turns them into weapons for a cause unknown.

The warnings for the whole series are: mental institution, dehumanization, needles, creepy illegal mental institution practices, villain whumpees, both lady whump and male whump, referring to people as "its" and "subjects", and lots of (illegal) steroids/power enhancers

I will do individual warnings for each chapter.

Warnings: dehumanization, referring to people as "its" and "subjects", steroids (mention), IV, sensory deprivation, fake power enhancers (mention), car crash, choking (brief)

The room was white. White with the faintest trace of mud towards the floor. White that was stained with the slightest pink as if blood had been splattered and wouldn't clean.

It was silent too, dead silent. The lack of sound was alarming and unnatural, yet it fit the aesthetic perfectly. The only thing that broke the image was an eerie shadow that made people take a second glance.

The shadow led to a human, hanging by their wrists and ankle from the ceiling. They wore a thin hospital gown that hardly gave any warmth from the AC that was constantly pumped into the room. They were blindfolded with black goggles that completely obscured their vision. Their ears were covered by headphones that looked way too big for their small head.

All the subject heard, over and over, was "Hot Blooded" by Foreigner. The constant 90s rock song was loud, rattling their eardrums with every slam of a drum or every time the guitar hit a chord.

It destroyed any brink of sleep they managed to catch. The incessant sound caused a headache that could not be alleviated. They were going crazy; crazy like everyone else in that building.

They were being stripped of their identity. They hardly remembered their life before Hot Blooded blasted through their eardrums. They had no name, no gender, no past or present other than hanging there in the white room that they couldn't even see.

Isolation may be the easiest way to drive one crazy. That and the music turned up to max volume. Crazy and ready to be molded into whatever the doctors deemed appropriate.

The door to the white room opened with a creak then a slam. But the subject did not hear it. They were locked in their world, fuzzy and cool without a care for reality.

"Subject 143," the doctor with a clear clipboard read. Female. Nearly white blonde hair that offset her darker skin.

"Date of admission: 17 May at 12:03 P.M.," she read with clarity and devoid of any emotion. "Weight at admission: 134 pounds. Female; 5 foot, 4 inches. Age: 19." She stuck the clipboard between her armpit and eyed the hanging subject with curiosity, "Let it down."

The word "it" rang throughout the room like fire. It spit venom at the few cracks in the plaster, making them seem like they expanded in agony.

The doctor's assistants released the subject slowly. They were professional, not unnecessarily cruel other than protocol.

The subject, female, stiffened at the sudden drop in altitude. Even though it was only a foot, it was all she knew. The slight change in pressure screamed at her nerves, but at the same time it was slightly relieving. It was the first feeling she felt in what seemed forever.

"Subject has been under sensory deprivation for a month," the doctor continued reading her notes. "Let's begin a physical evaluation."

The subject's knees hit the floor, sending a shock through her body. Her bottom lip trembled, yet it wasn't joy. It wasn't joy that she felt when her body touched the hard tiles. It was fear. Fear of this new world in a way that made one's heart race.

"Turn off the headphones." The subject felt pressure that made the small hairs on her arms raise in anticipation. She raised her top lip in a snarl, ready to fight.

A click and all was silent.

The subject collapsed forward, her hands immediately trying to reach her ears. The headache was worse now, much worse. It radiated through her ears with heat bouncing out of every pore. The dizziness made her want her music, at least it kept out this strange buzzing.

Strong arms gripped the skinny biceps, pulling the subject back onto her knees.

"She's been getting nutrients and liquids for a month now by IV."

The subject flexed her muscles. She forgot about the IV that fed her all the nutrients she needed. She never was fed food. She forgot the taste of it and the thought of actually ingesting something was exciting yet nauseating at the same time.

"Good to know. She is looking quite slender, but no worries." Hands touched the subject's core, pressing down on each rib until she flinched back, squirming in the hands that held her. Hands stuck into her mouth, forcing it open and inspecting every tooth. Gloved fingers ran over her gums, jabbing at all of the inflamed sores.

"Put dental work on that list you got there Nurse Baton," the doctor ordered. "And I want it on Anadrol-50 and power enhancers. It needs muscles fast and I do not have the time to work to devise a strict workout schedule. Rather save that for the more dangerous subjects."

"Yes ma'am."

"Start her on a diet of mashed oats with avocado and protein supplements. May sound fancy, but we need these muscles back in shape." The doctor squeezed the once-taut muscles in disgust.

"Yes ma'am."

"Other than that, weigh her and do some blood work. I expect her to be ready by the end of the week."

"Yes ma'am."

The doctor grabbed the subject's chin, tipping it upwards and took in the pale, hollowed features. Once pretty, the subject was now like a ghostly corpse from a horror movie. The doctor lifted the goggles off, watching in slight amusement as the subject blinked her bloodshot eyes rapidly.

"Well," the doctor made a few small circles on the subject's cheek. "You are quite fiery."

The subject only snarled and tried to lunge at the doctor.

"Attention all heros north of Redbrook," came the same droning voice of dispatch. Trisha groaned and leaned forward to click in.

"Trisha Jakes here, what'dya got," the half-asleep hero grumbled. She yawned, leaning her forehead against the steering wheel thinking about the pleasant dream she was just experiencing.

"The Redbrook Mental Asylum had an escape. Male, twenty years of age. About five foot nine and 189 pounds. Dark brown hair and blue eyes," the dispatch sounded bored like they did this on the daily, which is more than likely. But then their voice turned oddly foreboding, "Labeled as highly-dangerous. Use any means to capture: tranq gun, taser, anything."

"I am five miles from the asylum," Trisha already was pulling out of the parking lot she was napping in. "I can look around."

"Copy that," and the dispatch repeated their message. Not wanting to hear the description of the individual, Trisha clicked out.

This was not the first time that she had dealt with mentally sick people, but it was the first time that she dealt with one her age at the same time as being "Highly Dangerous" as dispatch put it.

Trisha leaned forward and clicked the button on her steering wheel that allowed her to call people.

"Call Colton Myers on cell," Trisha stressed every syllable. She didn't have the time to repeat herself.

"Calling Colton Myers on cell…" Trisha sighed in relief when the speaker lady's voice repeated back to her, followed almost directly by a ringtone.

"Hey Trisha, what's up?"

Trisha didn't even bother to say "hey" back. "Colton," she gasped, growing in nervous excitement. "Get out here now. There is this guy on the loose from that asylum."

"Isn't that your job," Colton chuckled on the other end. Trisha could just imagine the twinkle of laughter in his deep green eyes that reminded her of emeralds.

"Yes," Trisha replied in a flirty tone. "But isn't it your job to design websites, yet I do half of your work?" She smiled to herself. Even though it could get frustrating because Colton was practically incapable of doing anything but complaining, she loved graphic design.

"You got me. But now we are even."

"Shut up," Trisha hoped the smile was prominent in her voice, "I have to go."

"Bye-bye idiot."

"Charming," Trisha teased and hung up, quite content with her friendship status.

Trisha drove on in silence, observing every shadow as she tried to put her mind into a disabled guy's mindset. What would he deem safe? Definitely not a building, if he thought that the asylum was dangerous. Trisha shuddered, that asylum gave her the creeps. Professional, yes, but the attitudes of the nurses were disturbing.

Yet they helped keep villains locked up… Trisha shook her head. The place was in alliance with the Hero Agency. Good, safe, and most of all necessary.

She knew that the people who were admitted into the facility were villains. Some may even call Redbrook a reformation center. Trisha cocked her head, deep in thought as she half-heartedly watched the traffic.

If he was a villain, wouldn't he be searching for something villainy? Assuming that he had some form of anger issues or another mental problem -or maybe just truma?- he would likely be headed to a Villain Agency, or his home.

Yet, what good would that be? There was only one villain agency in Redbrook, assuming he lived in Redbrook. But that agency was too tiny for a "highly-dangerous" patient.

And Trisha had no idea if he even had a home to begin with.

She sighed and started to tap the steering wheel in a rhythmic beat. Periodically, she would glance down to her bow and gun to make sure they were still there.

Very suddenly, a flash of white boltes in front of the windshield. Without thinking, Trisha spun around, making other cars honk and scream at her. But she didn't care, for her eyes were locked on the thin hospital gown.

The sight baffled her for a moment. The gown was so thin that she could see his shoulder bones from fifty feet away. She pressed the gas until her speedometer read eighty-five. She was nearing, very close… almost there…

BAM!

Trisha let out a scream as her car lost control. Her seat belt started to unceremoniously pressed against her chest, restricting any breathing. She gasped for air as adrenaline and fear coursed through her veins. The seatbelt was moving up towards her trachea.

Then it snapped and Trisha fell forward hitting- but not breaking- the reinforced windshield. Her back lit up in pain as the car continued to go out of control until it hit a concrete wall.

And the world was engulfed by one big, black wave.

"Move your hand for me."

Trisha gulped and lifted up her wrist. She slowly was regaining strength over the course of a fews days. The Hero Agency and its medics had access to an array of fast-paced healing techniques.

Luckily, Trisha didn't break anything important. Just a few ribs and her jaw, but glass got into her organs. The doctors surgically removed the pieces and with the speedy recovery, she was beginning to get better.

"Good. You should be discharged by the end of the week, but keep it easy. Okay?"

"'Kay," Trisha replied and started fiddling with her thumbs. There was no way that she would be able to take it easy when a murderer just got her into an accident.

What if he knew who she was? What if he finished the job? Already, she made sure that someone was in the hospital room with her. Her boss wouldn't spare anymore heros, but Colton was already there.

Trisha looked over at the chair that Colton was slumped in. His mouth was parted open as he silently snored and murmured in his sleep. His ruffled light brown hair looked even more greasy than a McDonald's cheeseburger.

Yet even though he held an unpleasant appearance, Trisha was more than thankful for his sacrifice. So, even though the poor hero was loaded with questions, she let her best friend sleep.

#the weapons #trisha jakes #colton myers #villain whumpee #mental institution #sensory deprivation #my ocs #steroids #car crash

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anjanettexcordonia · 3 years

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The Spare Chapter One: Maldives

Book: The Royal Romance A/U

Rating: Mature (18+); NSFW; some language

Characters/Pairings in this part: Liam x MC; mentions of Liam x OC; Leo x Madeleine; Drake; Maxwell

Word count: 3,286(+/-) Future chapters will hopefully not be this long.

A/N: Some characters belong to Pixelberry.

Tags: If you would like to be added or removed please let me know. Only tagging those that specifically asked for permatag.

@yourmajesty09 @gkittylove99

“Are you ready for this Brother? You know if you want to back out now, the jet is ready just in case.”

Leo smirked at his younger brother. “ My brother, the cynic. I love her Li and I know one day you’ll find someone. You have to let what Maria did to you go.” Liam rolled his eyes.

Two hours later they arrived at the cathedral. It was the royal wedding of the century. Leo and Madeleine were the epitome of royalty. The country couldn’t have been more proud for the reigning monarch and his new Queen. The reception followed the ceremony and the happy couple danced the night away without a care in the world.

King Leonardo and Queen Madeline were set for their month long honeymoon while Liam handled the country.

“Listen little brother, if you need anything ask Dad or Regina before you call us. We have a duty to produce an heir and I fully intend on making that happen.” Leo winked at Madeleine. “Liam, don’t hesitate to call.” She rolled her eyes at her husband. “The King here is getting a little ahead of himself, I think.” “Don’t worry about a thing while you're gone.” Liam kissed Madeleine on the cheek and shook Leo’s hand. “Enjoy marital bliss lovebirds, don’t worry about a thing stateside.”

It was smooth sailing running the country while the King and Queen were away. Liam worked with Constantine to secure Cordonia’a place in the UN. He also managed to get Leo an entrance in the International Trade Exchange. After the royal couples homecoming ball Liam and Leo sat in Leo’s study with a tumbler of scotch in each of their hands. “Thanks for everything you have done, Li.” “That’s what I am here for, Your Majesty” Liam said, with a sarcastic grin. “Sometimes I hate this shit but Madeleine loves it and I love her.” Leo shrugged. “Any news on an heir yet?” Liam asked, as he sipped his drink. “No, we decided to wait a while. Adjust to our positions. What about you? You ready to get back out there?” “Where is out there? I’m good where I’m at.” Liam said, smoothly but he knew he wasn’t fooling his older brother. “Oh here Li, Maddie booked you a villa in the Maldives for a week as a thank you. Take it, blow off some steam. Maybe you’ll meet someone.” “I wish you all would get off my damn back. I’m the spare. Who cares if I’m single? Between you, Connie, Regina and Max, I can’t get a minutes of fucking peace. I’m glad you married Maddie. She’s the only on that doesn’t give a fuck. Learn something from her.” Liam snapped, “I’ll take the vacation, but only the get the fuck away from here.” “Stop being so emotional Li, we just worry about you.”

A month later, Liam boarded the royal jet destined for South Asia. He decided to take the trip alone with no security detail. The time away from everyone he felt would give him some perspective over where his life was headed. He was the spare after all. Not much was expected of him except to show up when needed. He wasn’t needed to run a country. He couldn’t choose any job he wanted, he was still a figurehead of the Royal family. He didn’t even have a girlfriend.

“My son, I do hope you find a woman worthy of you soon. You may not be king, but its always beneficial to the stability of the monarchy to establish heirs.” Constantine’s words played on repeat in the back of Liam’s mind.

“Sir, sir, we’ve arrived.” Liam woke to the attendant shaking him awake. Liam departed the jet and headed to his private villa. Good taste Maddie. The Maldives was quiet this time of year. Not many tourists which Liam was excited about. He wanted time alone. His villa was the most secluded. No one would be bothering him, he hoped. The villa was a large one bedroom bungalow with a glass bottom floor. He could see straight to the bottom of the crystal clear water below. Liam got settled in and decided to stay in and relax with a glass of scotch and a book George Orwell’s 1984.

Tap Tap Tap

What the fuck was that? Liam sat up. He was dozing off, the sun outside was setting. He looked down.

Who the fuck is that?

A girl was tapping on the glass floor beneath him. She was in a light blue string bikini with scuba gear strapped to her.

Tap Tap Tap she tapped more frantically.

She pointed to the hatch directing him to open it. He ran over and opened it and she climbed out. She took the regulator out of her mouth and unzipped her vest. “Ugh sorry. I was following a fish and got stuck. I didn’t mean to intrude. I’m Camilla. Most call me Cami.” She stuck out her free hand for a handshake. Liam just stood in place frozen. He couldn’t move or speak.

This is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen! What did she say her name was? Camilla? Say something you idiot!!

“Ummm okay.. I’ll go. I’m only further down the beach. It’s okay if I use the front door?” Liam nodded his head, still unable to speak. Cami started towards the door. “Wait, I’m sorry, I’m Liam. I just didn’t expect to see someone, so beaut… coming through my floor” he ran to open the door for her. “Here I’ll carry that for you.” He reached for her oxygen tank. “No no I got it.” “It’s the least I can do for my rudeness. Are you within walking distance or we can drive?” “Walking is fine, as long as that’s not too heavy for you?” Cami winked and pointed to her vest in his hand. Liam laughed nervously unsure of what to say. “Lead the way, Camilla.” Cami felt a tingle down her spine at the way her name fell off his full lips. “So, Liam? Right?,” he nodded his head, “what brings you to the Maldives, business or pleasure?” “Neither really, relaxation, alone time, what about you? Are you a local?” “Local?,” she laughed, “I wish, no I am here for R&R like you. Alone time? You’re on vacation alone?” “Yep, just me. That weird huh?” They made it to her bungalow. Six bungalows. Liam thought to himself. “Well this is me” Cami said as they stood at the end of the bridge that led to her front door. “Cami, where have you been?” a girl that looked strikingly like the one standing in front Liam. “Sorry that’s my sister,” Cami whispered to Liam, “I’ll be there in a minute Ans.” Ansley didn’t listen. She came striding right next to Cami. “Who is this?” Ansley asked out loud. She looked Liam up and down. “He’s cute, look at this chiseled abs Cam, mhmm..” “You’re engaged stupid. Go inside.” Cami snapped at her sister. “I’m sorry Liam, you’ll have to excuse my overzealous twin sister.” “Oh it’s fine, she likes my abs. Maybe I should be shirtless more often,” Liam winked at Ansley. “Oh my God, Cam if you don’t kiss him I will.” “Go the fuck inside, Ansley.” Cam whispered, her face turning bright red. Ansley laughed and went back inside. “Well, thanks for not letting me drown earlier, I’ll see ya around Liam.” Cami went to grab her stuff and go inside, but without thinking Liam pulled her into a soft kiss. Cami pulled away. “Umm thanks bye.” She ran inside leaving Liam standing at the end of the bridge.

“Shut up Ansley. Do not say a fucking word.” Cami slammed the door to her room. She threw herself down on the bed. Her world felt like it was spinning. She couldn't help but think how soft and sensual the kiss was. She had never felt anything like it.

Liam walked home alone with his thoughts. His hands dug into his pockets as flip flops kicked up the sand behind him. He headed towards the beach to clear his thoughts. He didn’t know what took over his body when he kissed Cami but whatever it was he liked it. The way she tasted, mint mixed with salt of the ocean, and slight smell of coconuts in her hair. He sat on the beach and listened to the waves. It had been nearly 5 years since Maria had broken his heart. He closed himself off after that. He decided being alone was easier than getting hurt. There was an instant connection with Cami. He couldn’t deny the electricity between them. Liam called it a night and headed back to his bungalow. He checked his phone. No new messages. He laid on the bed with a thud, flicked the light off and drifted into a deep sleep.

Bang Bang Bang “Liammmm are youuuu in there?” Bang Bang Bang

Liam rolled over with a groan and checked his phone. 3:17am

Bang Bang “Open Uppp”

“Who is it? It’s three o’clock in the morning!” Liam yelled. He climbed out of bed and stumbled to the door still groggy from sleep. “Cami?” He said, completely alert at the sight of her. “Heyyyy Liiiiaamm.” Cami slurred, “Can I come in?” “Are you drunk Cami?” She pulled a bottle of champagne she was holding behind her back and handed it to him. “Want some?” She asked, leaning against the door frame. “Sure. Come in.” He ushered her inside and to the large sofa. He grabbed a water for Cami and poured himself a glass of the champagne she brought. “Maybe have some water first.” He handed her the bottle. “So what’s bring you over?” “That kiss.. I thought we could.. try it again..?” Liam looked up. She crashed her lips onto his. She forced his lips apart and into his mouth. The electricity radiated from their bodies. Liam fisted her blonde locks with one hand and wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her on his lap. Liam picked Cami up as she wrapped her toned, sun kissed legs around his waist. He carried her to the bed and laid her down on her back, their kiss never breaking. Cami ran her fingers down the elastic of his boxers. “Wait Cami, we shouldn’t. You’re drunk.” Cami knew he was right. Liam rolled on his side next to her. He kissed her on the forehead and wrapped his arm around her. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Mmm.. moist.. tight.. Liam woke from his dream. He still felt the sensations he was feeling while he was asleep. “Fuck Cami” he moaned. Her tongue swirled around the tip of his growing cock. She licked the beads of precum. Liam pulled the sheet off so he could watch her work his member. She looked him in the eyes as she took him all the way down her throat. Liam had never been so turned on. “Come here. It’s my turn.” Liam pulled her up and kissed her passionately as he rolled her to her back. He kissed and nipped at her already peaked nipples. He nipped her hip bones and sucked leaving his masks behind. He slid a finger through her moist folds. He brought his mouth to her bundle of nerves. Cami almost leaped off the bed at the feel of his tongue swirling her clit. He continued the lashing of her clit and pushed a finger inside. He pumped in and out curling his finger against her most sensitive spot. He could feel her let go at the pleasure of his fingers. He climbed back up hovering above her on his elbows and kissed her until her lips were swollen and bruised. He grabbed a condom out of the night stand drawer. “Let me,” Cami said seductively. She leaned forward and unrolled the condom to the base of his length. “Fuck you make not want to to wear this, I want you so much Camilla.” He lined himself up with her dripping center. He thrust deep and slow and allowed her to adjust. He groaned at how tight she felt around him. She wrapped her legs around and rolled her hips to meet his thrusts. He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked as he thrust inside her. He felt her walls start to flutter the harder he thrust inside her. “Cum for me Camilla” his words were all it took for her to come completely undone. She screamed his name as his thrusts became more frantic. He gripped her hips digging his fingers into her skin as he erupted inside her. He leaned down and kissed her deeply as pulled himself out of her. He laid next to her and pulled her into his arms. Neither one of them could find the words to say.

“I leave in a week.” Cami finally broke the silence. “Me too” Liam whispered, “Spend the week with me.” “Okay. My sister is leaving early. Wedding emergency.”

They spent the next week enjoying each other. They learned everything they could about each other. Liam told her about his family in Cordonia. His brother and his wife. His father's retirement. She told him about Graduate School and the pressures she was facing from her family over choosing a job. When they weren’t talking they were learning everything they could about each other’s bodies. Kisses, licks, bits, moans and screams.

Six days later after spending the night exploring each other, Liam and Camilla laid in on the glass floor completely naked looking down at the fish below. “Stay one more week with me, Cam” Liam whispered. “I already extended my trip, but it’s just one more week and I have to go,” Liam pulled her into his arms,“Every second with you is everything, you are everything, go on a date with me?” “Okay. But our dinner options may be limited due to the isolated island.” She spoke softly. “Leave it to me my love.” Liam felt her body tense at her words. He didn’t know why he said it. Oh my God it’s been a week you idiot! He screamed in his head.

Cami woke the next morning to find Liam’s side of the bed empty and cold. She threw on Liam’s tshirt that was on the floor from the night before and headed to the kitchen. A note was leaned against the coffee pot full of freshly brewed coffee for her.

Hey Baby,

Enjoy your coffee & meet me at the beach.

-L

P.S.

Wear something you can get wet.

Camilla smiled and finished her coffee. She took a quick shower and brushed her teeth. She threw on an all white cheeky string bikini and a pair of Ray Bans and headed down to the beach. As she got closer to the beach she saw a large white tent set up with the the corners tied open. Liam was sitting on a thick blanket with pillows surrounding him and a glass of champagne in his hand.

“Liam?” Camilla whispered. Liam jumped up at the sound of her voice. Her voice was a siren song in his ears. “Hey Baby,” Liam leaned down and kissed Cami on the cheek, “join me?” They drank, ate, and laughed together. Cami felt herself falling. I love you, damn those three words, you leave in two days Cami. Get yourself together. “Liam, we need to talk.” She lowered her head avoiding eye contact. She knew if she looked in his eyes she would get lost, better yet she would drown in those deep pools of mysterious blue. “I leave in two days. I go back to reality on different ends of the Earth.” “I know Cam, we can try can’t we? I can visit New York, you can come to Cordonia.” “No Liam, it’ll never work. We both have obligations.” Liam lifted her head to meet her eyes. “Give me today tonight.” Liam kissed her so deeply it left her dizzy. They spent the rest of the night into the early morning making up for time they didn’t they had lost.

The day came for them to leave their tropical paradise and their love for the moment. Neither had spoken a word to each other. Neither finding the words. Cami sat on the bad after packing her suitcase. Her flight boarded in an hour. Liam’s flight didn’t leave until later that night. “Cami, can we stay in touch?” Liam sat next to Cami and laced his fingers through hers. “I don’t know if it’s a good idea. I just.. It’s time for me to go..” Cami stood up. Liam stood up and wrapped his arms around her. “I’m not saying good-bye Liam,” she whispered as tears welled up in her eyes. “Then don’t say anything at all,” Liam wiped the tears away as they fell down her cheeks, “I”ll drive you the airport.” Liam lifted her into his arms and carried her to his black Range Rover parked in the parking lot near the villa entrance. Cami stared out the passenger window without saying a word. Liam held her hand in his lap tightly as he drove. He dreaded having to watch her board the plane not knowing whether he would ever see her again.

They pulled up to the tarmac and Liam jumped out and ran around the car to open the passenger door for Cami. Cami leaned forward and buried her head in her hands as the sobs took over. “Why is this so hard after only two weeks, Liam?” Liam pulled her hands from her face. “I don’t know. We will see each other again. I can feel it, my love.” She got out of the car and he wrapped her in one last kiss. A kiss filled with love and sadness. A kiss that made their world stop turning and everything around them melted away. Liam pulled away and kissed her forehead, her cheeks, and her nose like he was memorizing every inch of her features. “My love,” Cami interrupted Liam, “Don’t say it. Will you text me?” “Every day.” Liam watched as Cami boarded the plane. She waved before the plane doors shut. He watched as her plane took off and disappeared above the clouds. A familiar feeling he hadn’t felt in two weeks, what was almost a distant memory flooded him. Loneliness. She already felt like a figment of his imagination. Liam drove back to his bungalow to pack. He passed by Cami’s bungalow. An emptiness he didn’t recognize creeped into his heart. He walked into his bungalow and pulled out his phone. He needed someone to talk to. Someone to tell him what to do.

“Drake.. Ya it’s Li. Ya sorry I took off for two weeks without telling you.. Everything’s fine. I’ll be home tomorrow. So I’m calling because I met a girl..”

Liam told Drake everything about Cami. How they met and her sister. How they had an instant unexplainable connection. How he thought he was in love. How he thought she was the one. The One.

“Listen Li, Go after her. Don’t be a fucking idiot. I’ll be on the next flight to New York, ugh apparently Max too. Do you know where she lives?” Drake asked.

“I don’t even know her last name. She has a twin sister named Ansley and she’s graduating from Columbia Law next week. And she’s from Manhattan, New York. That’s kinda all I got. I have her number but I am sure she doesn’t want me chasing her down...”

“I’ll get Bas on it. I’m sure he has plenty of time since Maddie locked Leo down,” Drake laughed, “we’ll find her.”

#choices pixelberry altenateunivers theroyalromace princeliam kingleo trr fluff liamrhys cordonia

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fortheflock · 3 years

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Okay so this morning I had a thought , I have never once had a Maximum Ride oc, nor have I written a fanfiction...

So here goes nothing. I think this might also help tie up a shit ton of loose ends ( maybe).

I want the Voice to be a character.

Not Angel, definitely not Jeb but their own character. ( I have absolutely no idea if this has been done before so bare with me if it has.)

So the Voice or V01C3 ( V for short) is also a mutant child like the flock, after they created angels telepathy they wanted to create something stronger. The essential plan was to create mutant powerful enough to take over army's and world leaders one the opposite side of the world. ( Think Charles Xavier)

V was experimented on like Ari when they were about 6 ( Could potentially be another scientists child). During their testing the scientists realized how strong and lethal V was , killing four white coats just using one simple thought.

V was place in a highly secure vault in the very basement of the school, using radiation to subdue their powers.

While the flock had escaped and living in the E shaped house , the white coats slowly started to train V and control their powers. Whitecoats created a head gear like piece that they control what V can do though it was not as strong as when V controls their powers on their own. The Whitecoats completely took over Vs brain leaving them practically brain dead when the gear isn't being used on them.

After the flock rescues Angel, Jeb begs the school to use V to hunt down the flock and bring them back . After much persuasion V is used to contact Max , sending her to New York . When max has these brain attacks so does V causing them to shut down. With Jeb's weird ulterior motives he of course using Voice to lead Max around New York ( this explains the weirdness of the voices language since it's very jumbled and confusing at the beginning)

After Jeb loses Max a second time he continues to try with V but eventually the Whitecoats stop him and leave V again alone in their prison

After seeing the world by tracking Max, V becomes obsessed with the moments their machine is turned on and they can see the outside world. Since this stops happening V learns to focus their powers to be able to contact Max and trys to help them by slowly gathering information ,from the Whitecoats though some is unhelpful.

Eventually V is discovered using their powers by the school and is set to be killed like the rest of the experiments in STWAOES and is brought to that area. (I forgot the name of it). V is still being kept under a tight watch and in a contained cell.

When Max arrives V senses her and begs her to help, telling her the School's plan ( I need to read this book again because it's been AWHILE). Max frees V and they explain everything .

That's all I got so far. Other then Angel and V face off once Angel turns evil. I don't think V will join the flock forever but might in and out like Ari.

V is extremely attached to Max and really doesn't care about anyone else. They would continue to wear their headgear to harness their powers which are very weak from years of radiation poisoning.

V COULD ALSO BE THR REASON THE WORLD EXPLODES.

Either Voice could turn bad and get obsessed with Max . Or someone kidnaps them and takes off their helmet.

Thank you for reading my morning pre coffee thoughts.

And please feel free to make up more ideas .

Idk 😁

Fly on.

#maximum ride #james patterson #maximumride #the voice #long ass post #this was really fun to do i get why everyone does it #my brain hurts though

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ceruleanmusings · 3 years

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Fireworks

Summary - The pitching became frequent as of late, a strange topsy-turvy sort of flutter accompanied with an irregular heartbeat. He'd confided in Ray at one point, supposing he was suffering from some sort of medical emergency. Ray merely laughed, a sparkle gleaming in his golden eyes, telling him he'd be fine. Happy New Year! Pairing - Kai Hiwatari x Crystal Manning (OC) Fandom - Beyblade Contains - watching fireworks, a skittish dog, actually feeling feelings for the first time Note - Happy New Year, everyone! What better way to celebrate the year from hell that was 2020 finally ending than to write Kai agonizing over having feelings for someone for the first time? I also didn't anticipate the challenge I would be facing trying to write Kai grappling with having feelings for someone when he's not much of a talker but I had fun with it! Enjoy!

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A pounding boom from the blooming flower overhead nearly drowned out a yelp.

Kai’s eyes opened with a snap and his relaxed posture against the side of Mr. Dickenson’s home stiffened, eyes darting around the stretching expanse of lawn. When seconds passed and any sort of danger failed to make its’ presence known, his shoulders lowered from his ears and his tense muscles eased. One of these days he’d be able to live his life without needing to be ready at a moment’s notice to drag his teammates away from whatever calamity they dove into headfirst. It took a full minute for his clenched jaw to ease and trust that, indeed, no danger had presented itself. Habits die hard, even at the onset of a new year.

Crossing his arms, he resumed his previous leaning position only to snap to attention at another yelp following a burst of green up in the black sky. So he hadn’t been hearing things; in fact he’d heard the sound once before when he’d accidentally stepped on Hana. She always had to be at his heels, following him around his home, kneading at his feet, staying close. And yet now she was nowhere to be found.

Eyebrows crinkling, Kai scanned the backyard again, taking care to sweep over his friends huddled together beneath large wool blankets Mr. Dickenson provided them, faces tilted upwards for the light show. Mr. Dickenson had retired to his room a few hours ago; Kai supposed with the man being his age, he’d seen enough new years to last him. His friends, however, nearly vibrated with excitement the closer time edged towards midnight.

A hum rumbled in his chest, finally spotting Hana curled up in Crystal’s blanket-covered lap. Her body formed a tight C, her tail tucked tight next to her hind leg. Head laying near her paws, her dark lips quivered, and her big, wet eyes blinked with every color-filled pop overhead. Crystal’s hand gently scratched at Hana’s copper coated back, her other hand covering one ear. It was with another resounding gold-tinted boom did he notice the wince on her face and the tremble rippling her body.

“I know, Hana, it’s a little loud isn’t it?” she said, glancing down at the shiba inu. Her smile, once so wide and exuberant, waned to a wobbly, lopsided feeble effort.

Something pitched hard in Kai’s stomach at the sight of it, something he would much rather not put a name or a label to even if he couldn’t ignore it outright. The pitching became frequent as of late, a strange topsy-turvy sort of flutter accompanied with an irregular heartbeat. He’d confided in Ray at one point, supposing he was suffering from some sort of medical emergency. Ray merely laughed, a sparkle gleaming in his golden eyes, telling him he’d be fine.

Another firework exploded overhead; another yelp punched the air. Whether it came from Hana or Crystal Kai wasn’t sure. He gritted his teeth, his fingers twitched against his crossed arms. Was he supposed to do something about it? Hana he could help and no one would bat an eye, but how could he help her? Fix that problem? His team was chock full of them, problems that is, and he tended to be the one to fix them lest he wanted to be driven insane by their inane grievances. And, okay, maybe after all these years being a team, their well-being, whether physical or personal, became important to him. The happier they were, the less effort he had to put into keeping them that way.

But Crystal, well…they were…hmm.

Kai could admit their relationship had shifted over the past couple of months. He didn’t mind her presence, in fact he found himself more at peace with her knowing he didn’t have to worry she’d say or do something stupid he’d then end up needing to drag her out of. They weren’t together though he didn’t mind their time spent together lately: early morning walks with Hana through the farmer’s market for her to get ingredients for dinner (apparently going the crack of dawn is the best time to get fish), quiet study sessions at a nearby Starbucks, lying on the soft grasses of the riverbanks as the team got a few blading matches in nearby, reading after dinner, she tried to teach him mahjong and he tried to teach her chess (both to disastrous results), somehow she’d even convinced him to take up yoga which he didn’t hate, and if he had a particularly hard time sleeping, well, there were worse people to be up eating ice cream out of the carton with.

They were…they were something.

And it was that something which had him tense on two folds, to move and to remain in place. No one else noticed Crystal’s discomfort, her attempt at standing strong to see the fireworks despite the pain it brought her. Of course she could always go inside but she wouldn’t do that, wouldn’t rob herself of an experience with her friends on such a spectacular scale. Who would want to watch the fireworks inside on a nice night?

Still, she didn’t need him to protect her. He knew this. Her independence streak may as well be painted across her face, she could hold her own and not just in the beydish or the gym. Still, if they were…something, shouldn’t he be doing something?

Kai’s eyes flickered over to Tyson, squinting at the grin on his face, the relaxed rounding of his shoulders, the ease to his arm slung around Hilary’s jacket-covered shoulders. Tyson’s jacket, Kai noted with a lip curling sneer. Hilary pulled one lapel tight across her chest, keeping warmth in, and, with her free hand, laced her fingers with Tyson’s, a pleased flush reddening her cheeks. They sat close, Hilary leaning into Tyson’s side, eyes skyward, Tyson’s eyes on her. Next to him Kenny droned on and on, something about the chemical makeup of the fireworks to create different shapes and colors. Not that it mattered, Tyson’s gaze wouldn’t be shifted even if a buffet had been laid in front of him.

Fucking Granger, making it all look so damn easy. How that immature buffoon managed to land himself a girlfriend, let alone Hilary, he’ll never know. (Okay, it was inevitable Tyson and Hilary would either kill each other or get together. He always thought Hilary would have some sense about aligning with him, but if she got Tyson to be less…Tyson, then Kai would count his blessings.) Still, how was Tyson able to crack the secret code about being…something with someone? He couldn’t figure out even the most basic Sudoku puzzles without gorging a hole in the paper due to his heavy erasing, but, somehow, he made a relationship with Hilary work? It rankled.

“Whoa! Check out that one!” Max uttered, pointing upwards in the sky at a blue explosion.

“Dude, it looked so much like a beyblade right?” Ray commented, his grip tightening around a steaming mug.

Hana let out a high-pitched squeak and Crystal sighed, uncovering her ear to cover both of Hana’s. “We should probably get inside.”

Huffing out a growl of a breath—frustration or resolution, Kai didn’t place—he pushed off the wall and, in a few strides, reached his friends. His hand cupped her shoulder when she began to rise, and she turned a surprised and curious gaze up at him. He pressed down on her shoulder; she caught the hint, settling back on the ground, cuddling Hana close to her chest. Kai settled on the cool grass behind her, sliding his hands up the lines of her neck, pressing on her pointed ears.

In a matter of seconds it occurred to him how much of a bad idea it was: being this close, getting a strong whiff of jasmine from her inky blue-black hair, taking in heat radiating from her body when she leaned against his chest, seeing Hana so content wrapped in her protective hold.

His stomach swooped hard and heat crawled up his neck, reddening tendrils stretching and reaching like ivy on a wall. He gulped, shifting rising lump in his throat and wondered if she felt the thrumming of his heart at her back. He really should have gotten that second opinion.

He chanced a glance to the right only to take in that familiar sparkle in Ray’s eyes and a stretching, curling smile Kai suddenly wanted to wipe from his friend’s face. Nothing good came of it, not especially the air of amusement wrapped around it. Kai lifted his chin, waiting. With raised brows, Ray brought his mug to his mouth, took a sip, and broke eye contact.

Closing his eyes in a slow blink, Kai took in a (jasmine scented) breath and turned his eyes up to the flaring sky, taking care not to focus on the fact he swore Crystal outright purred at his thumbs brushing against the backs of her ears before uttering a soft, “Thanks Kai”.

They were something, it was the best label he could offer in the circumstances.

As for the swooping, it came with a striking clarity like the glittering shower above:

Fireworks.

#beyblade #beyblade ficlet #beyblade oc #kai hiwatari #beyblade!crystal manning #my writings #first fic of the new year!#have kai being a lovestruck doofus

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petalwilt · 3 years

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Hey there! I got an influx of followers and realized all too late that this blog is... very not finished... whoops... it’s called ever changing hyperfixes and Tumblr anxiety, I guess...

but for the long and short of it!

The rules are the same here as they are on all my other blogs, pretty much... probably the closest of those being my Frisk blog, mercy-heart, though they are extraordinarily outdated, given that for both their blog and this one I take fanon and canon both and throw them out the window.

About my Steven: he is a canon-divergent Steven in a lot of different ways; he’s available both in his classic and his SUTM/SUF versions, but since I anticipate I’ll get more traction out of his SUTM/SUF characterization, I’ll be focusing on those main divergences here. Long ramble under the cut! Tws for: suicidal thoughts, self harming behaviors, depression, anxiety, abandonment issues, self-worth issues/self-hate, body horror, and me taking a flamethrower to SU canon.

First off, this blog follows the corrupted Steven au. Not what we got in the show, the weird shapeshifty monster thing, but actual, legitimate gem corruption.

What does this entail? Essentially, his traumas/life events lead him to begin to crack like Volleyball, starting around his heart and radiating out; he goes to Homeworld to have the Diamonds fix it or at least cover it up temporarily. How much of this is successful depends on the thread/character/verse.

He also gives himself the Diamond ‘vow of silence’ we see Rose give to Pearl; he makes himself promise that he won’t ever tell anybody how he’s really feeling, because he’s fine. He doesn’t want them to worry. He’s fine. He starts to regret this, though, as he gets more and more scared by what’s going on, but every time he goes to talk about it, his hands clamp over his mouth. This leads to him trying to double talk/get around the vow by a variety of different methods; again, the success of this is based on character/verse/thread.

This, of course, leads him to crack worse and for him to start to get legitimately corrupted. It at first looks like a human rash around his gem, not a gem pinky-purple, but eventually the pinky-red skin splotches turn into pink and purple ones, which then spread all over his body, followed by spikes, and, well... you get the picture. It takes him a while to recover from this, not overnight as we see in the show... more like weeks at least to bring him out of Stevenzilla mode (though once he initially gets talked down, he does revert back to a smaller form so... you know... he fits in the house, anyway).

Some more things:

He doesn’t shatter Jasper; he poofs and cracks her. He’s just as traumatized, however.

He doesn’t propose to Connie, instead asking her out if that relationship is even there. However, as Steven’s main relationship is with my boyfriend’s amazing oc Mica and it kind of goes as canon to his main verse on this blog, that whole thing most likely doesn’t happen.

Just like Max wrote about on Mica’s about, the two run a flower shop together named Sprout!

He doesn’t turn pink or have ‘outbursts’ in that regard; he might lose control of his powers, but he handles his trauma by imploding, rather than exploding. Not that explosive reactions to trauma are bad; they’re very valid and happen, I just have more personal experience with implosion and feel more comfortable writing him that way.

As he does legitimately corrupt, Stevenzilla (yes, that’s what I’m calling him) is a much darker pink with purple/very dark purple splotches that spread the more the corruption grows.

He’s not as controlling or manipulative of his friends/family as he is in SUF; he lets people leave, not wanting to hold them back or bother them, but still has the same crippling fear of abandonment. While he wants them to stay, he keeps his feelings about pretty much everything hidden and further self-destructs and self-isolates while trying to act like everything’s okay.

He doesn’t crash the car or lose it in front of Greg; the Mr. Universe song was Steven’s lullaby from a very young age.

The movie happens after SUF, or at least, he remembers the lessons he learned from the movie in SUF more.

The road trip at the end of SUF isn’t forever/he doesn’t permanently move out; only a few weeks/a month or two.

There’s... a lot more canon divergences/nitpicks about all the shows that I’m electing to ignore, but those are the main ones I think that are pertinent right now? Watch me forget some major ones though sdfkjnwelrkjnsdfs,,,,

Among duplicates, he goes by Comet!

He also has a kidnapped from Earth/raised by the Diamonds verse where he goes by Dion, and a bad-end/villain raised by the Diamonds verse (think similar to Spinel) as well that I can elaborate more on if there’s interest (they’re so much fun to write.)

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twitchesandstitches · 4 years

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Since she’s been brought up, here’s a brief rundown of one of my older OCs, Angilaka

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A bombastic and cheerful paladin from a post-apocalyptic land of giant amazons, able to serve as a leader and champion!

Name: Angilaka; her people typically have single names. Their equivalent to surnames are simply geneological records and do not translate easily.

Appearance: A fearsomely large and powerful Inuit woman, Angilaka has a case of the ‘looks like a deadly warrior but is a total sweetheart after about five seconds’ vibe. Extremely large, her basic body has powerful amazonian features; broad shoulders, a muscular and beefy built lines with scars from her rough life and geometric tattoos that may be tied to her paladin abilities.

Her hair is long, white and usually shaved completely on one side of her head, with the remainder worn over on shoulder. She’s very solidly built, thick and has very large breasts/hip proportions. The key look is amazon; she’s not hyper muscular, but she IS beefy and looks built like a truck. Has a lot of piercings on her eyebrows, nose and ears. Generally wears green clothing, with a tendency towards looser outfits, and is a bit of a fashionista. Her skin is a dark shade of brown.

Angilaka comes from a population of human remnants who were mutating towards progressively bigger, more powerful forms, and she likely qualifies as a ogre-variant human. Accordingly, she can grew short but thick claws and her teeth are notably sharp, but she otherwise seems to be an ordinary, if very large, human woman.

Height: She stands roughly 12ft tall even without any power boosts. In Crossthicc speciically, she is somewhere around 40ft with a bit of decent power behind her, but she can grow much larger; assume several hundred feet at her max for brief bursts.

Backstory: Angilaka comes from a colony of humans that survived the Cataclysm, but as their technology failed and magic flooded their world with unpredictable disasters and monsters, they adapted by becoming survivalists and working out how their new home functioned, and learned how to live in such a way that it accomodated them. They grew larger over time, becoming proto-ogre variants, and developed peaceful ties with neighbors who came to the world.

Angilaka grew interested in the outside world and began to explore it, traveling to distant space habitats and ancient ruins to learn more. At some point, she became a devout believer in an unspecified religion (it may differ, depending on continuity), and trained as a paladin to channel holy powers on their behalf to protect the weak and better the world. She tends to drift around from place to place, doing Good as she can best interpret.

Personality: Outwardly a bombastic and loud woman, she’s a cheerful braggart who announces herself with emphatic gestures, doesn’t so much enter a room as crash into it, and just plain loves a chance to mix it up. This is belied by a surprisingly thoughtful and patient mindset. She is very deliberative and a surprisingly good diplomat. Her performative boastfulness may literally be a performance, as she watches, and waits, and makes her private judgments.

She can be surprisingly cynical, in her more honest moments, believing that people inevtiably screw up everything around them. Nevertheless, she still works to help others and repair the world, because if you can choose to do so, what right do you have to make any other choice? She has a very low threshold for bullshit, though, and upon spotting a problem, will take the most efficient route to dealing with it; sometimes, this includes breaking a tyrant in half before his entire court. She does not care!

Abilities: A skilled combatant with an expertise in fighting with her bare hands, with a hint of acrobatic wrestling moves. Her divine powers allow her to infuse holy energy into herself to a variety of effects. In general, she becomes absurdly strong beyond her normal limits for brief moments, has demonstrated the ability to armor herself against damage provided it is from an evil source, and she can heal others or repair damage around her. Her powers do exceptional damage to evil things, to the point that the malicious find her presence deeply uncomfortable, and artworks depicting abhorrent concepts tend to decay around her.

She can do things like jump incredibly high and crash down with tremendous speed (Sort of like platformer action, but played realistically), fire bolts of holy light by punching at them really intensely, and scan people to determine the weight of moral failure upon them. (It’s not very reliable and she tends not to employ it as a ‘who do i smite’ sense.) She is also a very adept healer; mostly through personal touch (her kisses literally make you better), but drinking her milk or being near her when she radiates her power can also suffice.

Pred Level: Fairly low. She’s not terribly interested in vore situations, herself. She’s not opposed to it in order to dispose of a problematic relic or a vicious enemy, but she doesn’t deliberately seek it out.

Prey level: Moderate. She’s fine with being gulped, but evil beings trying to swallow her are in an extremely bad position; her powers DO work from that point, and trying to swallow a paladin can result in an evil belly being incinerated from the inside out. She CAN heal you if you are not evil, and may choose to be swallowed to do so.

Relevant Themes: She’s mainly a big, cute giant girl; her being super busty and milky (with various applications based on her divine powers) wouldn’t go amiss. She’s a rowdy, powerful heroine who is a lot more thoughtful than she lets on, too. Probably fairly lusty, and may even have taken a vow to ‘assist’ others with such urges as part of whatever deity she follows.

#queued #twitchy!ocs #twitchy!angilaka #oc refs

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agustdef · 5 years

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One Shot - Chapter 1?

Pairing: Changkyun x OC

Genre: Mafia AU; Frenemies to Lovers

Word Count: 1,513

Warning: Mentions of death, though not graphic.

A/N: Someone on Twitter brought up sniper Changkyun/IM and my mind ran with it. Won’t be going farther as of right now, but maybe soon. For now, see it as a one-shot.

The street below was mostly empty, which was normal. People tended to stay out of the area because it radiated an aura that some of them just couldn’t afford. The people roamed about wore things that cost more than the shoes on one's feet and people hated to feel so inferior.

It was the perfect spot to get things done quickly without worry of too many witnesses or injuring those who were “innocent.”

“You have got to be kidding me,” Chagkyun muttered, eyes moving from his scoop.

Minhyuk not knowing what was going on went on alert. His hand gripped the nine-millimeter on his hip, eyes scanning the area intently. The longer it went without Changkyun answering the more antsy he became, until he finally thought to look at the younger male.

Changkyun was clearly annoyed and staring him down hard.

“What?” Minhyuk asked, cleared still confused.

“You. You’re what. All up in my space, pushing me out of the way to see through the scope. Stay over there, give me some space.” Kyun said, not so lightly pushing him away.

Minhyuk pouted, readjusting himself so he was closer but giving Changkyun space. “You could have said it nicer.”

“Not the time for nice.”

With that Kyun turned back to his weapon, eyes zeroing in on the hotel across the street. He had no more time to waste focusing on Minhyuk, he needed to give that to his target. The man hadn’t arrived yet, but he’d be there soon. And Kyun would only have a small window to get to him.

The man, a mafia right hand by the name of Max, was going to be arriving for a meeting. He never traveled without an intense security detail. People would come out of the hotel seconds before he arrived and swarm him once he was fully out the vehicle. Kyun’s only shot would be the moment his head was in range.

Missing the mark by a second would mess everything up. He’d still have the chance to get the shot in, but he’d have to take out several others to do it. And it would mean there was less time to escape.

Seconds passed and he grew annoyed. When he was told that he’d be there at exactly 4 p.m. that’s what he expected, not any later than that. Kyun didn’t want to be sitting there all day.

“Where the fuck is he?” he muttered.

“Soon,” Kihyun said through comms.

He rolled his eyes. “What is soon? He should be here already? Did you not get it right?”

A loud scoff came through, the offensive clear. “I always get it right. He’s just running late, they had to reroute because of some suspect car tailing them.”

“No arguing. Focus,” Shownu’s commanding voice rang out, putting a stop to whatever snide remark Changkyun was ready to hurl.

And before he knew it a swarm of guards exited the hotel and formed a semi-circle. A few others came out as well, eyes prowling the area and the rooftops. They’d never see them, they were hiding in a blind spot several buildings over.

Gravel alerted them on the car before it came into view. Two SUVs with tinted windows pulled up. More guards poured out of the one and then the other before his bald head came into view.

Kyun shifted, waited a second, and then pulled the trigger. It was going to miss he could tell before it landed in the guard in front of Max, but he’d already adjusted and fired off another round. The first random into the bodyguard's shoulder and a split second Max’s head.

A clean shot, minimal splatter.

The few roaming the streets scattered and screamed. Some guards tended to their boss while others went on alert, trying to find where the shot came from.

Changkyun and Minhyuk were already packed up by the time a shot fired off in their direction. They had assumed a sniper would be in play, but not one good enough to find them. Thankfully, they weren’t firing in the direction.

“Hurry up,” Minhyuk said, grabbing Kyun’s hand and leading him to the elevator.

They got on and rode it down. Adjusting their clothing and bags so they didn’t seem disheveled when the exited onto the street. They had to look like scared rich kids trying to getaway.

Kyun adjusted his Gucci weekend bag once more as they left the elevator. They slipped past all the scared patrons unnoticed and made it out to the back quickly.

But not quick enough. By the time they spotted the car waiting for them a guard was in the alleyway. No one could guess what made them stand out to him, but he raised his weapon and started shooting. They made a break for it with Minhyuk firing back.

The getaway car revved to life and reversed, the back door sliding open as it did. Kyun jumped in and then yanked Minhyuk in after him. The car immediately sped forward and as Kyun got comfortably he noticed the guard’s unmoving body faced down.

The speeding only lasted a moment and then Hyungwon was driving normally on a street completely opposite the others. His expression was blank, giving away nothing at all. He looked like some bored guy on the way home from work; his clothing very business casual.

Hyungwon’s eyes flitted to his mirror to look at the two in the backseats. A deep exhale escaping him as he noticed something. “Minhyuk’s arm is bleeding.”

Both boys head’s whipped down, staring intently on the growing red stain near his shoulder. Kyun sighed and picked up a stray shirt from the car’s floor. Meanwhile, Minhyuk undid the shirt, wincing slightly because his adrenaline hadn’t been high enough to mute the feeling completely.

They checked the damage, which was a graze, while the slightest amount of bullet left behind. Kyun took the shirt and wrapped it tightly around the wound to get the bleeding to slow.

The remained silent the rest of the drive to the safehouse. Everyone ignoring the screams of Kihyun, Shownu, and Wonho about Minhyuk being hurt. They could deal with it when they got there.

And deal with it they did. The moment they were safely inside Wonho was yelling and shoving Kyun. While simultaneous worrying. Kihyun had taken Minhyuk over to a table in the corner of the warehouse main room to deal with the graze and Shownu was looking worried and disapproving.

“What happened?” Shownu asked.

Kyun sighed, his annoyed facade dropping a little as he glanced over to Minhyuk. “We were fine until the alley. I don’t know what the dude saw, but he almost immediately started shooting. We were sus, so maybe he recognized us or was trigger happy. Either way, Minhyuk returned fire and we got out. He was on the ground bleeding when we left.”

Shownu took a deep breath, but at the end of it just nodded. He patted Kyun on the shoulder and walked away to check on Minhyuk.

“At least neither of you are majorly hurt,” Wonho conceded.

As Wonho also walked away and Changkyun took a deep breath, directing his gaze to the ground a brown arm reached out for his bag.

He looked up and there stood Spencer. She was staring at him expectantly and after too long he relinquished hold on the bag.

Without a word she carried it away to the couch and opened it up. She pulled out the weapon, carefully looking it over. The way she inspected it would make on think Kyun didn’t know how to handle it, which was false; and made him annoyed.

“It was a little off. The first shot missed,” he said.

Spencer whipped around with the gun raised before anyone could react she fired off a shot. Kyun ducked, fear gripping him for a moment. He looked behind him, seeing the hole she’d put an inch from the sign that said Home Sweet Home above the entrance. His head whipped around to look back at her, his eyes wide.

“Seems just fine to me. So maybe you’re the problem,” she said calmly.

No one says a word after that. Kyun waits for it, but then Shownu meets his gaze and just shrugs. His attention returning to a mostly patched up Minhyuk.

Once he’s regained his bearings he stands up, dusting off his but. “It was a joke.”

Spencer rolled her eyes, pushing strays curls out of the way she could see him clearly. “Jokes are cute and funny. That was not. Besides I’m not in the mood for cute. Next time use your own fucking weapon instead of manhandling mine.”

“Why is she here again?” Kyun asked, flustered.

“Because Minhyuk was too slow on the trigger and I ended up taking a bullet for your leader.”

With that, she turned on her heel and made her exit. Probably to her office or the armory to dismantle her “tainted” weapon.

Once she was gone Kyun turned and glared at Minhyuk who just scoffed and flipped him off.

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darkdevasofdestruction · 5 years

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The Blood Moon

Summary : With great powers comes great responsibility, so why bother with them, when you can just chill back and relax? That’s what Katrina always told herself in a way to calm down whenever she felt herself lose control, but nothing will stop her from getting in trouble with literally everyone around. Her world was chaotic, like the last seconds of a fly trapped in a spider’s web, but what happens when the world literally goes Upside Down for her, has to take care of a group of nerds much bigger than herself and even worst, she feels her heart beat for the first time, but now, not because of anxiety, but due to a much warmer feeling.

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x OC (Katrina Black)

TW : Stranger Things, as a TV show, explores a lot of themes, including childhood trauma of various types, which I am going to go along with.

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This story contains and explores a variety of trauma and darker themes, most of them relating in canon to a certain character, others that I’m more familiar with then I wish I were and so on.

I have this story written on AO3 that I wrote in like 3-4 days because GODS I am in L O V E with Billy Hargrove and someone please save me, all my feelings are in here, from sorrow to glee, from fluff to angst and so on.

But I’ve never been prouder of a story I’ve written like I am with this one.

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Chapter 1: The Fox and the Lion

I had no idea how the hell I managed to get wound up in a group of 12 year olds’ troubles, but I can’t deny that it wasn’t fun, if not, just crazy dangerous and deadly. I met up Mike and his little group of nerdy friends whilst going to the arcade one day and them cursing my nickname for not being able to defeat my high-score in any game. Of course, since all arcade games only had a 3 letter maximum for each name, I put mine.

“FOX”

Because I have red hair and can be pretty sly and sneaky, despite how very introverted I am. Now it’s my last year at Hawkins High School, this one being the most important because if everything goes right, I may get a scholarship and be able to continue my studies further, to University, pursuing Vet Medicine, like I’ve always dreamt of.

Now, to tell a little bit about myself…

Officially, I was called “3”, just like the number tattooed on my shoulder, which is to brand me as one of the many experiments the Russians/Americans did on children. Somehow, and very thankfully, I managed to run away, thanks to my weird powers that I’m still not 100% sure, and found myself in the woods, where I stumbled upon this policeman named Hopper who was nice enough to take me in for a while, before getting me to an orphanage and making sure a real family gets to take care of me.

The date of me meeting Jim was January 3rd, a very cold and snowy winter, so from that day on, that has become my birthday. Since I didn’t have a name, he let me stay a few good weeks with him and taught me how to read and write, which was pretty easy, to say the least, and upon reading so many books, I found a name that finally suited my tastes.

“Katrina”

That was 5 years ago, when I was 13, and now I’m at my own little house close to the Byers, I recently found out, living alone with Jim visiting me often, or having the kids have sleepovers at mine from time to time, when I’m not too busy with my studies.

After the incident with the monsters, Will’s disappearance, El and everything, we’ve really bonded, and gotta say, being a Rogue in their DnD party was super fun!

Life hasn’t been easy, that much is sure, isn’t it? Many bad things happened that cannot be changed or unmade, so you have to life with them through the rest of your life.

But things never stay the same, do they…?

Life at highschool ain’t the best, especially not with all these mean girls and boys around, but how I survived 3 years, I can survive one more, right? Also, recently, Will and the gang told us about a new girl coming from California called “Max” who apparently beat all their records as well and from their description, I really wanna meet her. Now, I’m wondering if this is a coincidence or not, but my Sherlockian instincts were tingling, and she may or may not be our new colleague’s little sister. Oh, yes, new colleague… His name is Billy Hargrove and he’s the most intimidating man I’ve ever seen in my life. He is literally radiating masculinity and his eyes make everyone either kneel at his feet or stay away from him, because he won’t take anyone’s shit. In a very short amount of time, he managed to gain the reputation of “Keg King”…I think that was? Beating Steve Harrington at popularity, now being the literal best student at sports (especially basketball), having the most number of uh…Charmed ladies, as a count, and beat up a ton of boys who dared disrespect him. So, uh...FUN!

I could have said that I’ve been pretty lucky so far, seeing that I didn’t have the need to directly interact with Billy so far, but fate was never as you’d expect and the weirdest of changes always happen when you least expect them.

Wednesday morning -

I wake up, eat a bowl of milk and cereal, go to wash my fave, brush my long red hair and look through my clothes.

I choose an over-sized AC/DC Tshirt, light blue boyfriend jeans, a red plaid shirt tied to my waist, round shades, a black hat and black combat boots, take my bag and go to my motorbike that I recently managed to buy and went to high school. Maths went pretty fast by, Chemistry too, but during Biology, we had to make a project for the final grade, which will affect the overall grade by a huge percent, which completely got my attention.

But that wasn’t all.

Mrs. Green insisted on assigning us partners…And I was to do the project with none other than Billy Hargrove, which made me gulp in anxiety and start to slightly scratch at my neck, not daring to look at him…Or anyone, for the matter.

Mrs. Green: Kat, Billy, may I talk to you at the end of the class for a moment? Billy: Sure. Me: Okay…

After this, the class went on as if nothing happened, but I could basically feel the burning and poisonous glares the many girls in my class would throw at me. After all, who wouldn’t want to be partnered up with THE King Billy?

Ha.

Me.

What a fool.

All I did the whole class was to draw on my notebook, habit which I found out managed to calm down my anxieties pretty well, even if I didn’t really pay attention to the teacher…But hey, for someone like me, it’s no big deal. After all the other students left the classroom, I grabbed slowly got up and went in front of Mrs. Green, not managing to look in her eyes, my gaze fixed on the floor as I bit my lip and fiddling with my fingers. Billy, as well, stood just next to me, but he looked extremely laid back.

Mrs.Green: Billy, I am sure you are aware that, despite your pretty good grades, slightly above average, in most subjects, you are somehow failing Biology. So, I wanted to ask you, is it just disinterest, or are you not understanding something? I thought that, compared to Mathematics, Chemistry and Physics, this would be at least a bit easier. Billy: Well, uh…I dunno, I guess I don’t really get it or something. I guess I started with the wrong foot and continued even worse and…Yeah, you get it. Mrs.Green: Kat, dear, I am very sorry to ask this of you, since I know you’re extremely shy, but would it be okay with you if you were to help Billy with Biology? You told me you want to pursue Medicine at University, and so far you’ve been exceeding all expectations at my subject, which is why I paired you two up. Just a bit of tutoring, once in a while, if you both agree. Billy: If it helps with my grades, I don’t see why not. Mrs.Green: Excellent! What do you say, dear? Me: Uh, w-well, I…Uhm…I-I mean, s-sure, but…But a-are you sure I’m the right person for this? I-I mean, as you said, I’m painfully shy…A-And I’m afraid I might be more annoying than useful and I don’t want to waste anyone’s time and- Mrs.Green: Dear, Kat, calm down. I’ve seen you help and explain to some of your colleagues before at different subjects and you did an extraordinary job at it! I think you shouldn’t be afraid. Who knows, maybe Billy will be able to help you out with your shyness, since he’s so popular and sociable. Me: *hiding my face* I-I-I w-well, I don’t know what to say… Billy: You can start by saying ‘Yes’ ? Me: Uhm…I guess you’re right. S-Sure, I will tutor you, I am fine with that. J-Just tell me when you don’t understand or if I’m being annoying, I’ll try to stop. Billy: *chuckles* Don’t worry, toots, I’m sure we’ll get along just fine. Mrs.Green: *winks* Think of it as opportunity. It will look very good on your recommendation letter. Me: Y-You mean, you will…? Mrs.Green: *smiles* But of course, dear! How could I possibly not recommend my top student to the best University? It was supposed to be a surprise from me and your Physics and Chemistry teachers, but oops! Busted~. Me: I-I-I can’t thank you enough!! Really, thank you so much for everything you’ve done for me! I am forever grateful for you and your patience and kindness with me! Mrs.Green: *pats my head* Dear, your only fault is worrying too much and enjoying life too little. Take the advice of the bands you listen to so much and you might learn to live a bit. Now, off you go, your next class is about to start! Me: See you tomorrow, Mrs.Green! And thank you so much for everything again! Billy: Good bye, Mrs. G.

Outside of the classroom, I gripped my notebook close to my chest and walk to my locker, but Billy was still following me with a smirk on his face, and then leaned on the locker nearby.

Billy: So, I just got a very hot teacher as a reward for failing the class, the more you know. Me: I…I think it’s more of a punishment. Billy: Why’d you think that, Kitten? Me: Wh-Why did you j-just call me “Kitten” ? Billy: Mrs.G called you “Kat”, so, why not? Me: My name is Katrina, not Kitten, so please call me that. Billy: Fine, fine…Kitten. *winks* Me: *pouts* Guess I can’t convince you… Billy: You give up pretty easily, babe. It’s almost like you like that. Me: *cringes* I-It’s nothing of the sort. I-It’s just…Over the years…I learn that if saying “No” doesn’t work the first time…It won’t work no matter how many times you repeat or struggle…So might as well just get it over with. Billy: *raises an eyebrow* That sounded oddly specific. Me: *eyes widen* Ah, n-no, forget I just said that! S-Sorry, I, uh…I gotta go to Physics, excuse me. Billy: What a coincidence, I have Physics too. Why don’t we talk about the project and my tutoring on the way there? Me: Uhm…If you’re okay with it, I guess okay. Billy: Have any specific topic you wanna do? I kinda have no idea what we’ve studied so far. Care to enlighten me? Me: Well…We started with the Nervous system, followed by the Sensory organs, then Glands, the Locomotor system, Digestive system, Excretory system, Metabolism, some pretty basic Genetics, some plain Environmental things…And…Uhm…Well… Billy: *smirks* You missed out the Reproduction thingy between Excretory and Metabolism on purpose, didn’t you? Me: *gasps* Liar! You said you didn’t know! You tricked me! Billy: *chuckles* I might have. Say, toots, it’s almost like you missed it on purpose. Are you embarrassed? Hey, what about we do the project on tha- Me: NO!!!! Billy: *wide eyed* Whoa, slow down, there, I was only teasin’. Me: *slaps hand on mouth* I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to shout at you! Please, don’t be mad. It’s just…I really don’t like it and it makes me feel very…Very bad. Billy: *shrugs* S'okay, I got it, don’t worry, I’m not mad. Jeez, Mrs.G was right, you really do worry too much. Me: Yeah…I’m really sorry, I told you it’d be more of a punishment than anything. I know I can be very annoying without even realising. Billy: Chill, babe, chill. So, when and where shall we meet? Me: Uhm…Tomorrow after class for the project? Billy: I have Basketball training, sorry. Me: Oh, right, you’re in the team. When’s your next match? Billy: In 2 weeks. Wanna come and cheer me? Me: *smiles* If you want me there, sure, I will be there. Billy: Huh, would ya look at that, Kitten has a pretty smile. Ya wanna make me swoon? Me: Ah, n-no, really, I’m not. Billy: You’re melting my heart, babe! Me: S-Sorry! Uhm…How about this Friday? About 5pm? At…Uhm…There’s this pretty cafe in town called “Ma Cherie” and they have amazing tea and sweets. Billy: Friday…Friday…Ah, yeah, sure. Had a date, but- Me: Oh, shoot! Okay, we can find another day so you won’t have to miss it! Billy: *chuckles* Nahh, don’t worry, I’ll just cancel. I’d much rather stay with you than with her. Me: *bites lip* Uhmm…I…Flattered? I think? Billy: Good then, it’s a date, see you then, sweet cheeks! Me: WAIT WHAT?!

I stopped in my tracks but he only laughed and waved at me, jogging ahead in another direction. It was only then that I realised that I was in front of the Physics classroom and he, in fact, had a complete other subject, not Physics.

Smooth bastard…

And so, Wednesday came to an end, Thursday as well, Friday went by unnoticed and then, I had to go full speed to the Animal shelter nearby to help out. They never told me how much to stay, seeing that my schedule was hectic due to College and Uni preps, so I would just come and go whenever I could. Problem is, I lost track of time and when I looked back at the watch again, it said 4:46pm.

F U C K.

I bid the workers farewell and ran to my motorbike, going as far as I could back to Hawkings and at the cafe, getting all the two bags full of books and running into the cafe, and looking at my watch at the same time.

5:13pm.

Kill me please.

Entering the cafe, I nod at the waitress, as I’m a regular here and we’re on friendly terms, and scan for Billy, who was writing something in a notebook. I rush to take the seat opposite, but before I sat down and let the books fall to the ground, I start apologising to Billy a bit too much.

Me: I’M SO SORRY!! I-I really didn’t mean to be late, but it’s entirely my fault and I feel horrible for making you wait for me! Please don’t be mad, I-I’ll make up to you! I’ll pay each time we go out to study, okay? S-So take anything you want a-and I’ll pay! I know it won’t really make a difference bu- Billy: Babe, sit down and breathe. Me: H-Huh? Billy: I’m not mad. I can clearly see you rushed to get here. Lost track or time, huh? What were you doing? Me: Yeah, I know, I’m stupid. I got a watch today so I can make sure I leave at the right time, but I forgot to check it and…I am late. So, uhm…Y'know how I mentioned I want to pursue Vet Medicine at Uni? I work at an animal shelter nearby and it takes sort of…Almost an hour to get here. Well, more like 40 minutes, but I rushed and got here in like 25. It kinda helps to get in at a top Uni…With a scholarship. I couldn’t afford to study at University otherwise, so I gotta do what it takes. Billy: Well, babe, you look pretty hot in you lab coat. I wanna see you like this more often. Me: M-My lab coat…? AH, DAMN, I FORGOT TO TAKE IT OFF! Godamn it! Billy: *chuckles* You’re pretty amusing, doll. Come on, sit down and let’s order. Me: Okay. Leila, dear, could you please come and take our order? Leila: Hey, Kat, rushed again from the shelter I see. Regular? Me: For me, yes. Billy, what would you want? Billy: Just a black coffee, thanks. Me: Are you sure? Billy: Yeah, sure. Me: O-Okay… Leila: Okay, then. A Cherry Vanilla tea with extra cinnamon, a chocolate cake and a black coffee coming right up! Me: Thank you for your time, Lei-Lei! Leila: Any time! Billy: Seems you calmed down a bit. Me: Yeah…This place always manages to sooth down my anxieties. Uhm…I literally only come here every time I want to study. Billy: I’m not surprised. It’s pretty nice, I guess. Me: *smiles* I’m happy that you liked it. Billy: Say, forgot to ask you on Wednesday, but today I see you have a Metallica Tshirt. Are they your boyfriend’s? Me: *blushes* B-Boyfriend? But I don’t have a boyfriend, what do you mean? Billy: You don’t? How come? Me: Why are you surprised, who’d want someone like me? Trust me when I say this, I know what I’m talking about. Billy: But you’re smart and pretty, what’s not to like? Me: Many things. So uhm…These are my Tshirts. 90% of my tops have band imprints. And…Well…AC/DC, Iron Maiden and Metallica are my Top 3 favourite bands. I have all their vinyls and cassettes. Billy: You just keep getting hotter and hotter the more I know you. Me: Hahaha, no, no way that could ever happen. Billy: If I were to give you one of my band Tshirts, would you wear it on our next date? Me: D-Date?! C-Come on, Billy, I’m literally the last person you’d want to date, I can assure you. Billy: What if I prove you otherwise? Me: How do you know you’re my type? Billy: *smirks* Oh~? So I’m out of your league, sweet cheeks? Me: Ah-…! Wait, no, I didn’t mean it like that! I didn’t want to insult or offend you, I’m sorry! Billy: Just teasin’, relax. Me: *pouts* Whatevs… Billy: So, wadya say, dollface? About us? Me: D-Don’t you think we should, like, get to know each other first? Become friends and trust each other and all that? Billy: Awww, toots wants one of those cutesy romance novel relationships, how adorable. Me: *blushes* W-Well…Y-Yeah…I guess…I know I’m asking for too much…And there’s no way in hell that could ever happen to me…S-So…I just…I guess…I kinda gave up on even thinking of dating long ago. Billy: *sighs* Maybe your expectations are too high of people that are too low. People suck, y'know? The world sucks. You’re expecting a happily ever after? Me: If I ever get to be in a relationship, I want it to be that kind of shelter that would be protective from all the chaos and evilness in the world. The only place where you can feel safe and be yourself. And if that Happily Ever After, as you call it, won’t happen with another person as my significant other…Then I’ll be very content with saving animals’ lives and travelling the world at my leisure. Billy: *smirks* Have I ever told you you’re pretty hot when you speak like that? Me: Uhm…Okay, so, I was thinking that maybe we could talk about the Nervous system in our project? Leila: Kat, you don’t need to talk about the Nervous system. You literally ARE a Nervous system. Me: … *laughs* Oh jesus, that was a good one. I won’t forget that…Actually, I might even use it as a joke when I do the presentation! Leila: *winks* Don’t forget the author’s right! Me: Okay, okay! As per my lovely barista friend joked, instead of presenting you the Nervous system, I will introduce myself, for I am, in fact, a Nervous system. Leila: Hey, Billy, was it? Please film her or something, I want to see that part. Billy: Consider it done. Me: I call this a conspiracy! Don’t try to overthrow my reign! Leila: Oh, shut up, nerd. Here’s your tea, honey and cake, and here’s your coffee. Good luck with your project! Me: Thanks, dear! Billy: Okay, that looks and smells pretty good. Me: *smiles* Wanna try? I can give you half of everything, if you want? Billy: Y'sure? Me: *nods* Sure! Do you like your tea sweetened? I usually put a lot of honey in it. Billy: Make it as you like and I’ll drink after. Me: Here, you can eat from my plate as much as you want. I usually drink the tea first anyways. Billy: So generous, toots, you’re melting my heart. Me: Ahem. So, the Nervous system? Billy: I have no idea what that’s all about, but just for the sake of the joke, I will say yes. Me: Cool! I kinda thought of specialising in Neurosurgery after Uni. B-But that’s really very far in the future, so it’s pretty irrelevant. Billy: Teach me your magic, babe, and let’s fuck them up big time.

Pretty excited, I got the books from the bag and handed them to him, showing him the tons of notes, scribblings, ideas, details and so on that I’ve gathered so far, and for the next 4 hours, everything we smoothly, but we had to leave because Leila had to close, and we decided to meet again on Monday at lunch time in the courtyard and study while we eat.

I have to admit, the time spent with Billy was…Well…Really nice. It seemed almost like he was a complete other person, not the scary guy who looked like he would snap at anyone if they even as much as blinked around him. Sure, he was a huge flirt, but it didn’t seem too…Ill-willed, to say the least. I just hope it won’t turn into a crush or something. I absolutely canNOT and will NOT allow myself to catch feelings…Not again…Not after everything that has happened. He is right. There is no Happily Ever After, so why bother?

The weekend passed by very fast as I prepared notes for both the project and some tutoring ideas for the Nervous System, since we had to start with the very beginning of Biology, so after the first 3 classes in the morning, I tried to rush outside, but I got pushed into a locker with a boy that I couldn’t recall the name of, but I knew was pretty popular…Like many others. I think his name was Dennis or something, and he wasn’t alone, but surrounded by 3 cheerleaders, Clarisse, Carol and Christine, or the Triple C as they were called.

Boy: Hey, freak, 'sup? Me: Uhm…Hi. Boy: Didn’t you hear me? SPEAK UP! Me: I-I Said hi! Boy: I SAID SPEAK UP!! Me: HI! Boy: Thaaat’s more like it, you ugly sow. Now, what the hell were you doing around King Billy? What you’re tryina get him to like you with that pity party of yours? Your face implores pity and sympathy, but you’re nothing more than a nerd! Me: W-We have to make a p-project together… Carol: Yeah, right, as if! You have the goo-goo eyes for him! Y'know, just 'cause he likes the bands you claim to like, doesn’t mean he likes YOU! I bet you only like that music 'cause HE likes it! Me: N-No…That’s not true…

By now, my eyes were watering, and Dennis pinned my wrists above my head and started screaming very close to my face. I could feel a panic attack beginning to form at an alarmingly fast rate.

Clarisse: Aww, look at her! What, gonna freak out again and cry? Christine: Pshh, yeah, right. What a stupid crybaby. Never got past the stage of a 10 year old? Dennis: You and your stupid red hair, better stop hanging out with Billy, or else you’re gonna get it. Me: B-But I h-have t-to- Carol: *slaps me* Billy. Is. Mine. Slut!

After she slapped me, everyone around started laughing and belittling me again, but I couldn’t get out of there because Dennis was exponentially stronger than me, so I knew there was no use in even bothering. A booming voice, however, echoed in the hallway, making me flinch at the noise. “SILENCE! What the hell is going on here?!” the deep voice rang out, a funeral silence taking over, only my soft whimpers being heard.

Dennis: STOP CRYING, YOU BITCH! Didn’t you hear our King asked for silence?! Me: S-Sorry… Dennis: And open your eyes when he’s here, stop being so disrespectful for someone clearly superior to you! Come on, now, on your knees, like the little bitch that you are!

Dennis laughed as he put his hand on my throat, squeezing a bit before throwing me to the ground, in front of Billy. I could only tremble on the ground, not daring to move. I learnt it the hard way that getting away always made it worse.

Billy is the most popular guy in the High school, making all the ex-popular guys hang out with him to gain popularity. He has always been the talk of the school, the womanizer, the rebel, the cool guy everyone loved and feared. Despite everything, I expected him to side with his friends…Even if a little part of me wished for him not to.

The silence in the halls was far more excruciatingly painful than the mockings and the laughter, but it soon vanished as a voice darker and lower than before started talking. He was clearly pissed off.

Billy: …What the fuck were you doing here…? Dennis: We were teaching this bitch a lesson, of course! Make her remember her rightful place! Clarisse: No, no, if you were doing that, you’d have thrown her in the trash bin, 'cause that’s what she is! Carol: Hey, Christine, look at her! She’s staying there like she wants to suck King Billy’s dick! What a shameless slut, on her knees in front of everyone! Billy: Did I, even once, ask ANY of you to do anything like this…? Dennis: Well, no, but she’s been rubbing her pathetic germs all over you! Following you like some lost puppy just 'cause you’re popular, and even more! Lying to us! Carol: Ha, yeah! She kept saying she’s dating you and that you already fucked! Pshh, whore! Me: I…Never… Carol: Oh, shut up, nobody cares what you’re saying, get a hint! Billy: Are you 4 fucking out of your GOD DAMN MINDS?! Dennis: Uhm…B-Billy, what’s the matter? Billy: WHO THE FUCK TOLD YOU TO DO THAT TO HER?! SHE’S MY PROJECT PARTNER AND MY TUTOR, OF COURSE SHE’S HANGING AROUND WITH ME! You fucking idiots, I’m gonna FUCKING KILL ALL OF YOU! All of you stay around me like whores on the sidewalk wanting to get some cheap money, but you’re all good for nothing! Dennis: Come on, Billy, you’re new here, but she’s a freak, okay? I mean, look at her! There are only bad rumours about her and you should hear what her EXes say about her!

Before Dennis could say another word, he was slammed on the locker behind him and choked. I cringed at the sudden noise, but when I saw the outright rage on Billy’s face as he choked Dennis, he drew back one of his arms, wanting to punch him, but I threw myself on his arm.

Me: Billy…Please don’t… Billy: Get back, dollface. This fuckass needs to be taught some discipline the hard way! Me: Billy…Please, I beg of you. Please let him go. Please. Billy: But look at you, they made you cry! I can’t let them get away with this! Me: Billy…Please, for me, please don’t do it. Please stop. Please. Let’s go work on the project. Please. I beg you with all my heart. Billy: *glaring* What the hell is wrong with everyone in this fucking town?! You’re all a bunch of submissive fucktards with no brains at all!

Billy sneered, throwing Dennis away from him and walking down the corridor. I took 3 deep breaths to calm myself, before I ran to him and hugged him tightly from behind, making him freeze in his tracks, extremely tense.

Me: I-I’m very sorry, Billy. I know I only bring you troubles. Even now, I can feel that you hate me touching you like this, but it was the only way I could think of thanking you. And…And…I really appreciate you saving me…And not fighting in my presence. Billy: I really don’t get you. You just stood there, letting them do whatever the hell they wanted with you! There was no struggle, no fight in you! Nothing!

By this point, I let my arms fall down my sides and he turned around to face me, yet my gaze was still on the floor.

Me: You really think I could have gotten out of there? That I could have managed to throw Dennis off of me? Look at me, Billy. My arms are literal noodles, I can’t even punch. Hell, sometimes I struggle to open the water bottle cap. And if I tried to scream…Who do you think would have helped me? Harrington? Wheeler? The lovely Carol and Tina? Or Tommy? The only person who was okay with me in this high school has been Jonathan Byers, but people hate him too, so I can’t possibly make him get bullied more because of me. What would you have me do? It’s been 3 years already…What’s one more? Billy: …You’re so godamn irritating. Me: I know…I’m sorry. I’m really sorry for causing you so much trouble. I…I will go tell Mrs. Green to assign you a new project partner and I will continue tutoring you, if you wish, where people won’t have to see us in the same room. Billy: Did I ask you to do that? Me: N-No, but- Billy: But nothing. Shut up and let’s go, you’re supposed to be tutoring me today. Me: I-I know, but we said outside, and if people see you with me- Billy: Then let’s skip. I don’t have Basketball practice today, so I don’t really care. Me: I-I…I never skipped before… Billy: *shrugs* There’s always a first time for everything. C'mon, if you get in trouble, you just say I kidnapped you or somethin’, chill out. Me: A-Are you sure about this…? Billy: Yeah, yeah. Hop along, I’ll drive. Me: Where are we going? Billy: My place. My parents won’t be coming home tonight so nobody to disturb us. Me: Uhm…Well… Billy: I won’t do anything to you, fuck’s sake. Me: W-Well…If you’re sure it’s no problem… Billy: Get in the car, then. Me: B-But my motorbike- Billy: You have a motorbike? Me: Y-Yeah…Couldn’t really afford a car. And it’s pretty neat. Billy: Fuck, babe, you’re so hot. Me: Ah, I-I’m really not. Billy: I’ll get ya to your house and pick you up tomorrow then. C'mon, sweet cheeks, lemme show you my love. Me: Okay, okay.

He winked at me before signaling me with his head to follow him to his car, where he patted the hood very proudly and smirked, leaning on the door. He got inside, starting the ignition, which was a cue for me to get inside too, putting on my seat belt and gripping it tightly.

Billy: How d'ya like it? Me: It’s very pretty. What car is it? Billy: '79 Camaro, Chevrolet. Complete chick magnet, ya get me? Me: It is very nice. Billy: Fancy some music! Me: Oh, yes!

Smirking at me, he put “You shook me all night long” by Scorpions at max volume, making me grin at him in glee and start singing the lyrics of the song, and he followed my lead, making both of us scream like idiots above the music. Then, the perfect Mixtape with AC/DC songs started, featuring “Highway to hell”, “Hells bells”, “You shook me all night long”, “Dirty deeds done dirt cheap” and my favourite, “T.N.T.”, but by the end of it, we already got to his house, which made me pout a bit before laughing and getting out of the car.

Me: Thanks for this, Billy! It was super fun! Nobody I know listens to the same kind of music I do, and being able to sing with someone else was sooo cool! Billy: Next time, try screaming my name, 'cause damn that was sexy as hell. Me: *laughs* Don’t be silly. Billy: *winks* I’m not.

He guided me to his room which was filled with band posters over which I started gushing about as he brought some snacks and soda for us to munch on as we study. I took off my boots before I jumped on the bed criss-crossed as I spread my noted for today’s tutoring, repeating some things myself, so I won’t stutter explaining too much, but before I realised it, he already threw the bags of crisps on the bed over my notes, making me yelp in shock.

Billy: You get scared pretty easily. Me: Y-Yeah, I mean, that was pretty unexpected. Uhm…Let’s clean up a bit, you made a mess of my notes. Oh, bring your notebook, you’ll need it. O-Oh, right, I brought coloured crayons, I wasn’t sure you had…And your sister might have needed them. Billy: How did ya know I had a sister? Me: Well, I kinda guessed. Both you and her transferred from Cali on the same day, at the same time. Billy: Why do you know about little brats? Me: *shrugs* I have a few little friends. They don’t mind that I’m a nerd…'Cause they are too. It’s pretty fun, actually! Billy: *raises eyebrow* Right. So, why’d I need crayons? Me: Drawings, of course! To understand Biology better, one must need tons of schemes and drawings. I already have mine and I will give them to you for as long as you need, but I’d appreciate it if you were to draw them by yourself too, since it will really help you understand and memorise better what you’re about the learn. Billy: Right…Okay, fine. Me: So, if it’s okay with you, should we start talking about Cells? Shapes, roles, the organelles inside it and what they do. Then, we should cover the tissues a bit, before starting to talk particularities, mainly, to explain the Neuron, how reflexes work and why, and then cover the nerves and organs. Billy: *blank look* Good luck. Me: Huh? What do you mean? Billy: It’s gonna be tough getting me to understand this shit. Me: I don’t think so. I have faith in you. Mrs.Green said that all your grades are above average, which is really good! If you manage to get a B at Biology as your final mark, then you have a very strong chance at a scholarship! Billy: How d'ya know that? Me: You are the best at sports, Billy. The teacher always praises you, despite all the…Uhmmm…L-Let’s call it problematic behaviour. I’m sorry. And, uhm…Our highschool has 1 Sports Scholarship, and 1 Studies Scholarship. Billy: And clearly, you’re the one to get the Studies one, right? Me: *blushes* Well…Y-Yes, it seems so. Billy: And how are you so sure I’m the one qualified for the Sports one? Me: Well…I…I spend a lot of time around teachers. It’s kind of a safe haven where nobody can bully me, and I get to find out a few things as well. Billy: Holy shit, you’re such a Vixen~! You, little, naughty vixen! Me: *chuckles* I…I’ve been called Fox before. Billy: And rightfully so. Me: Y-Yeah, carrot hair, I know. Billy: Oh, shush, it’s hot. And damn, looks damn good with your green eyes. Me: *clears throat* N-Nobody said that before. Uhm, s-so! As I was saying, because you’re currently the top choice…That’s actually why Mrs.Green wanted you to pair up with me. She saw potential in you and she didn’t want it wasted. Before you, there was Steve Harrington, but since you came… Billy: Oh, babe, trust me, I’m gonna come very soon if you keep praising me like that. Me: *confused* What do you mean? Billy: You…Didn’t get that? Me: *shakes head* Should I have? Billy: Never mind. So, what am I supposed to do? Me: Basically, get that B in Biology, win at least 3 of your upcoming Basketball matches until the end of the year…And I think it’s settled. Billy: I’d kiss you right now. Me: *scratches the back of my neck* You wouldn’t like it. So, uhm…Is this enough of a motivator for you? Billy: It could be…Okay, babe, work the hell outta me. Me: S-So, I was thinking, if it’s okay with you, that I should give you a test after each chapter we finish. Like a revision. I think it would be nice and it would help you not forget some things, and also, see where you didn’t understand well enough and all that stuff. Billy: What’s the passing grade, teacher? Me: *flustered* D-Don’t call me that, please, I would be a terrible teacher. I think…A 75% should suffice Billy: That’s quite a lot, babe. Me: *smiles* You can do it, Billy. Your future self is going to thank you for your struggles and hard work. Billy: How about a motivator? Me: Isn’t the Scholarship enough? Billy: It is…But Y'know, it’s gon’ be hard. Me: I suppose you’re right…Okay, what do you have in mind? Billy: *smirks* Each time I get a passing grade at your tests…Let me kiss you. Me: *eyes wide* Wh-What?! Billy: Aww, come on, babe, it’s just a kiss and it’s gon’ help motivate me to study hard. Don’t cha wanna help me get that scholarship? Me: *blushes furiously* I-I-I…Wh-Why w-would you want that?! Billy: Because you’re adorable as hell and I like you. Me: L-Like you like all girls? Billy: Who said I liked them? They’re all dumb and want the same thing. Can you guess? Me: *shrugs* Dunno. Billy: Come on, babe, think, you’re smart. Me: I guess? Billy: You’re the smartest babe I’ve ever got the pleasure to meet. All fucktards at school want just one thing, 'cause they’re all shallow brain dead suckers. They aaaaaall just wanna fuck. Me: A-And don’t you do the same? Billy: I do. Me: Th-Then why’d you want me to kiss you? To add me to your list or something? Billy: Nahh, I’d be a real shithead if I were to take advantage of you like that. Me: *mutters* Wouldn’t be the first one… Billy: *raises eyebrow* Do you trust me? Me: Don’t take it personal, I don’t really trust anyone. Billy: Huh. Not bad. Let’s make a deal, toots. I’ll do my best to raise up to your expectations and you’ll give me those little rewards. If by the time we finish everything you won’t be satisfied with how I behave, then you can hate me all your life and I won’t bother you again. Me: B-But I don’t wanna hate you. Billy: *gets closer to my face* Even better. So, wadya say, sweetling? Me: Uhmm…Well…I-I don’t know… Billy: Come on, Kitten, what’s the harm? It’s just a kiss. Me: *blushes* Uhm…Uhmmm…F-Fine…If it will help you… Billy: Thanks, babe! Now, how about I see what to expect~? Me: NO!

With each question, he just kept getting closer and closer to my face, while I leaned backwards, until the last where I got so flustered that I didn’t realise I was completely on the edge of the bed… Until I fell off with a high-pitched squeal and a thud, while he just laughed his ass off looking at me, as I pouted and looked at him done with life.

Me: You could’ve caught me, y'know? Billy: Sorry, toots, I was too shocked to realise. But, shoulda seen your face, t'was hilarious! Priceless! Me: Yes, yes, I’m hilarious, ha-ha! Just wait till you see how hilarious the tests are gonna be! And I’ll laugh in your face like you do right now! Billy: Ohhh, mrrrr, babe, you’re on fire! Fine, you’re on, then! But I’ll show ya it’s gon’ be worth it. Me: You better.

Stretching a bit I get back in bed next to him and putting on my best game-face, I grab the first pages of notes, the drawings and schemes and start explaining him in detail every little thing, telling him to repeat what I said from time to time, to make sure he stays focused, and make him explain what he understood so far, in his own words.

Despite everything, he was actually really great company to have and I’m kinda…Actually, really glad that Mrs.Green made me be his partner for this project, and more, tutor him. If only he could tone down his excessive flirting, he’s surprisingly soft and nice. Or well…That’s what I think. I could also be wrong, like I’ve been so many times before, and I wouldn’t be shocked in the least bit.

But…I really hope I’m not wrong.

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