#(note: i am in high school i am a teenager nightmare nightmare nightmare)

[potatobugz]

Noelle Holiday? (Yes this is a bingo request that I guess is a semi-sequel to the previous one for Susie)

thgey call her noelle holiday the way she. brightens up. your day

[stephstars08]

Still Alive ~ Chapter Four

Ethan Landry x Reader

Warnings: Murder, Violence, Weapons, Adult Language, Parent Issues, Nightmares, Trauma, Death Threats, Angst, A tiny bit of Fluff, Blood, Ghostface Attack, and Stabbing. (Sorry if I forgot any!)

Word Count: 2,540

Author’s Note: Hello Again Everyone! Happy to say that this chapter is finally when the action starts to begin!!! I wanted to tell you all now that I am currently writing another scream fanfic however this is in a universe where there is no ghostface! It takes place in high school. It’s based off the song called Teenage Dirtbag. It’s a Ethan x Reader story again. I will say it won’t be ready to post for a while since I’ve got a lot going on in my personally life so my writing process is slowed at the moment. I have a Jack Champion one shot in mind that includes some of the Avatar cast. I do want to write some Avatar stories as well which I know will be a challenge that I’m up for! Anyways, thank you to the ones who are reading this and the story! I hope you enjoy this chapter and next chapter will be posted Sunday!

When Chad brought Sam into the apartment Y/N was sitting with Ethan on the chair while Quinn was sitting on the couch with Mindy and Anika. Tara was sitting on a different chair by herself. Everyone had a worried gaze on the TV. A guy who lives downstairs followed Sam which Quinn noticed right away. “Cute boy. Nice!” Quinn said to Sam with a nod of her head. “What’s going on?” Sam asked with worry in her tone. Chad just pointed at the television.

 “I’m standing in front of the apartment building where the mutilated bodies were found.” The reporter said. Everyone in the room had their eyes glued to the screen. “Their names have been released by the police. Jason Carvey, and Greg-.” The reporter said but before the group could listen to the last name of the other victim Mindy spoke.  “Holy shit, that’s that chod from our film studies class! The one obsessed with Orchento.” Mindy said to Tara in a surprised tone. “Also found at the scene were various Ghostface costumes, the character popularized by the ‘Stab’ movie franchise.” The reporter said.

 Y/N felt her whole-body tense up. She quickly thought back to the party. That guy who was dressed as Ghostface. Could that have been one of them? Did they go and kill those guys and head right to the party acting like it was nothing? She jumped a little when she felt an arm wrap around her shoulders but quickly relaxed when she realized it was just Ethan. He gave her a comforting smile which helped her relax. She returned the smile but also felt a strong glare on them. When she looked over, she noticed it was Quinn looking at them with a glare. When their eyes met Quinn looked away and back to the television. Y/N is close to everyone in this room but Quinn. She feels like Quinn has a huge problem with her and she has no idea why.

 “Pack a bag, we leave in ten.” Sam told Tara in a stern tone and walked out of the room. “Sam! Wait, Sam!” Tara called out as she quickly stood up. “We’re getting out of the city.” Sam called out from the kitchen. “What?” Cute boy said with a mixture of confusion and concern in his tone. “Thank you, very much suspicious new guy, but I think we can handle it from here. Have a good night, get home safe.” Chad said as he pushed the guy out of the apartment and shut the door.

 Tara called out to Sam again. Sam grabbed a knife and walked back into the living room. “Sam wh-what, hold on.” Tara said with panic in her tone because of her sister holding a huge kitchen knife. “Come on.” Sam said to her, acting all calm. “Hold on, wait, let’s talk about this for a second.” Tara started. “Cause’ this-this might not have anything to do with us.” Tara explained stumbling over her words again. “Are you serious?” Sam said she was starting to get annoyed with her sister again. “You knew him!” Sam hissed pointing at the TV. “Barely.” Tara hissed back.

 “Chad, Mindy, Y/N, back me up.” Sam called out to them trying to get some sense into Tara. “I mean it is a little bit- “Chad started to say shuffling his feet around. “Close to home.” Mindy said finishing Chad’s sentence. Everyone then looked at Y/N which made her sigh. Why does she have to be a part of this fucked up situation? “As being the daughter of a former Woodsboro cop who went through this shit like a hundred times. This can’t be just a coincidence.” Y/N explained to Tara with a serious look in her eyes. “See!” Sam told Tara.

 “Quinn, your dad’s a cop, right?” Tara asked looking over at Quinn. “Can you call him and find out what’s going on?” Tara added on. “Before you make the unilateral decision to abandon my college education and flee the fucking state!” Tara snapped looking back at Sam with a nasty glare in her eyes. “I’m calling him now.” Quinn said, putting her phone up to her ear. She stood up from the couch and walked into a different room.

 The room was all quiet till Sam’s phone started to ring, making the whole room tense up. Sam walked over to her phone that was on the dining table. “Who is it?” Y/N asked trying to not sound scared but didn’t do a very good job. “Your mom.” Sam said relieved seeing the name ‘Gale Weathers’ flashing on her phone. “Hit fucking decline!” Y/N hissed now angry and annoyed.

 Sam did exactly what she told her to do. Y/N knew her mom just called Sam to ask her for a comment about the latest murders. Y/N feels like her mom cares more about her stupid ass career than anything. Quinn came running back into the room. “Sam, my dad wants to talk to you.” Quinn said, handing her phone over to Sam. Sam let out a sigh as she took the phone.

 As Sam talked on the phone with Detective Bailey the whole room was silent which made Y/N slip deep into her thoughts. Of course, she was thinking about this new Ghostface, but she was also thinking about her careless mother. A normal mom would call her daughter up to ask if she and her friends are okay. Not to call up one of them to ask them questions about the fucking murder. Y/N really wished that her dad was here with her. If he was here, she knows she would feel a whole lot safer. Y/N broke out of her thoughts when Sam spoke.

 “Detective Bailey needs me to come down to the station.” Sam said giving the phone back to Quinn after she changed her shirt really quick. Sam grabbed her phone putting it into her back pocket. She also grabbed her jacket and keys and walked out of the apartment. Tara grabbed her jacket and quickly followed Sam.

 “I’ll be right back.” Y/N said as she stood up. “Where are you going?” Ethan asked her. “I need to go give my mom a special call.” Y/N said, taking her phone out of her pocket and walked into the kitchen. “Expect to hear some yelling.” Mindy warned everyone as she let out a sigh.

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It was the next day and Y/N was completely exhausted due to the lack of sleep. Right when she and Mindy got back home to their apartment, they got a call from Tara saying her and Sam got attacked by Ghostface. She reassured them that she and Sam didn’t get hurt and were at the police station for questioning. That was one of the reasons why Y/N didn’t get enough sleep. It was like every time she closed her eyes, she had a nightmare, and they were worse than before.

 Since she knew that they would continue to the point where she wouldn’t be able to sleep at all she gave Sam a call when she got up this morning asking for the number of the therapist she’d been seeing. Sam gave her the number and then mentioned to her that they had a run in with her mom outside the police station which had her fuming. Why won’t her mom just fucking listen to her? After she ended the phone call with Sam, she gave the therapist a call and was able to get an appointment this afternoon since he had a cancellation.

 Y/N was sitting in the plaza on the school campus with the whole group. Y/N was sitting in between Ethan and Tara. Tara was sitting next to Chad while Sam, Anika, and Quinn sat on a bench together. Mindy was standing in front of everyone. “Already nerds, listen up!” Mindy said as she clapped her hands together.

 “As terrifying as this all is, I’m actually glad I get a chance to redeem myself for not calling the killers last time.” Mindy said with disappointment at the end of her sentence. Y/N rolled her eyes. She didn’t even want to be there, but Mindy made her. “It’s fine.” Mindy said quickly, changing her mood. “The way I see it, someone is out to make a sequel to the requel.” Mindy told everyone. Anika raised her hand. “Um, what’s a requel?” Anika asked in a curious and innocent tone. “You’re beautiful sweetie, let’s hold questions ‘till the end.” Mindy said to her girlfriend as Anika put her hand down. “Stab one took place in Woodsboro, Stab two took place in college.” Sam chimed in. “Do we think that the killer is trying to copy the movies?” Tara asked in a curious tone. “That is one possibility.” Mindy said, pointing at Tara.

 “Hero’s now in college, check. Suspicious new characters brought in to round the suspect list and/or body count, check, check, and check.” Mindy explained by pointing to Quinn, Anika, and then Ethan. “I don’t like this!” Ethan said with a mixture of fear and nervousness in his tone. Y/N could tell that his heart was racing so she took one of his hands into hers and gave it a light squeeze. “Hey, it’s okay. Relax.” Y/N told him in a calm tone as she gave him a smile. “Okay.” Ethan said with a nod as he looked into her eyes, which were helping him calm down. “Hey lovebirds.” Mindy called out getting their attention. “May I continue?” Mindy asked with a stern look in her eyes. “Yes, please continue.” Y/N said in annoyance as she shot a glare at Mindy. Mindy was really getting on her nerves today.

 “As I was saying, it can’t just be about Stab two.” Mindy said, getting back to her lecture. “Why not?” Tara asked her. “It would make sense if that were just a sequel, because nobody just makes sequels anymore!” Mindy said as excitement started to build up inside of her. “Don’t say, don’t say, don’t say it!” Y/N mumbled out. “We’re in a franchise!” Mindy said, throwing both of her arms up into the air. “There it is.” Y/N said with a groan. “And there are certain rules to a continuing franchise.” Mindy told them. “I had a feeling.” Sam said with a sigh.

 “Rule one, everything is bigger than last time! Bigger budge, bigger cast, bigger body count, longer chases, shoot outs, beheadings, gotta top what came before to keep people coming back.” Mindy said starting to list off the rules of horror movies. “Beheadings?” Chad asked looking up from the notebook he was writing in. “Beheadings.” Mindy told him with a point of the finger.

 “Rule two, whatever happened last time, expect the opposite. Franchises only survive by subverting expectations, and if the killers last time were whiny snowflake film nerds with letterboxed accounts instead of personalities, you can bet the opposite will be true here.” Mindy said explaining rule two. Mindy was starting to give Y/N a headache.

 “And rule three, no one is safe.” Mindy said in a stern tone. “Legacy character, cannon folder at this point. Usually brought back only to be killed off in some cheap bid for nostalgia.” Mindy said it in a much nicer tone than before. “It’s not looking good for Gale and Kirby.” Mindy said with sadness which made now made Y/N’s heart rate speed up. “Woah, hold on!” Y/N said before Mindy could continue.

 “You’re telling me that my mom is on the list to get butchered.” Y/N said in a worried tone. “Like I said, no one is safe.” Mindy told her which struck Y/N’s last nerve. “You know what, I’m done!” Y/N said standing up which made her let go of Ethan’s hand that she actually didn’t even realize she was still holding onto. “Y/N, I’m just- “Mindy started to say but Y/N immediately cut her off. “NO!” Y/N yelled making everyone in the group jump.

 “I lost two family members because of this Ghostface shit!” Y/N said with anger as she picked up her bag from the ground. “This isn’t a fucking movie, Mindy; this is real fucking life. I’m not going to fucking sit here and let you tell me I’m going to lose more people, especially my mom.” Y/N told her in a snappy tone and walked away from her friends. Yes, she may be super pissed at her mom and doesn’t want to talk to her but she’s still her mom and doesn’t want to see another family member killed. Ethan wanted to follow her, but he knew that she most likely wanted to be alone to cool off. Everyone was in complete shock because they had never seen Y/N like that before. She finally let her friends see all of the anger and frustration that had been building up inside of her.

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Y/N went back to her apartment to cool down and take some medicine for headache. She relaxed a little bit till she had to go to her appointment. Y/N decided to just walk since it really wasn’t that far of a walk. When Y/N got to the address she saw the front door was wide open and a body was just lying there. As she walked closer and closer to the door her heartrate kept speeding up. When she got to the door she gasped in complete horror. The therapist was laying on the ground. His face was all bloody, it looked like he was stabbed through the face.

 Y/N stepped into the house to get a better view but that turned out to be a huge mistake because she was grabbed from behind. As Y/N struggled she noticed the familiar black sparkly gloves holding onto her tightly. “Get off me you motherfucker!” Y/N hissed as she used all of her strength to back Ghostface into the wall which made them let go of her.

 Y/N ran into what seemed like the living room to find some kind of weapon. Before she could grab anything, she felt something sharp going into her shoulder making her scream in pain. She fell to the hard wood floor after Ghostface took their knife out of her now bleeding shoulder. Ghostface kept trying to stab her legs, but she kept kicking them away as she held onto her shoulder wound.

 Ghostface finally had enough of her, so they grabbed her by the neck and pushed her up against the wall. Y/N struggled to breathe as they held tightly onto her throat. “Say hi to daddy for me!” Ghostface said into their voice changer as they raised their knife. Before Ghostface could stab her with the bloody knife a gunshot rang out. Ghostface dropped her and quickly fled the house. Y/N groaned in pain as her ass hit the hard wood floor.

 “Hey Y/N.” She heard a familiar voice say. When she looked up, she saw Kirby. “Kirby!” Y/N said in a relieved tone. “It’s okay, I got you.” Kirby said walking over to her helping her up from the floor. “Where did they get you?” Kirby asked with concern. “In the shoulder.” Y/N answered in pain as she let Kirby help her out of the house.

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[someinstant]

Things Teaching Public High School in the US for More Than a Decade Has Taught Me:

Everyone thinks teachers spend all their money on, like, markers and shit. And maybe that's true in elementary school, but do you know what I spend an absurd amount of money on? Plug-in air fresheners, because thirty sophomores crammed in a room with the heat blasting after half of them have PE is rough. Endless bottles of hand sanitizer. Tissues. SO MANY TISSUES. And at least one electric pencil sharpener a year because they keep breaking mine. And also those black metal binder clips. Those are fucking gold.

The $300 federal tax deduction for classroom supplies is hilarious and infuriating, and I will never not take it because fuck you why am I the one buying the pencil sharpener?!

You will have the wake-up-late-for-a-math-exam nightmare for your whole life. But also, if you're a teacher, you get anxiety dreams where your department head tells you you're teaching AP Chem and Spanish IV next semester in addition to your normal courses, and Dream!You will be absolutely terrified-- not because you have to teach courses outside of your area of certification, but because you're going to have a minimum of three preps with one planning period.

To-do lists will save your life and (some part of) your sanity when you are trying to keep track of IEPs and 504s and HHB meetings and also figuring out when the three clubs you sponsor can meet and also AP study sessions and test make ups and also you're in charge of your subject area's collab group and also somehow two faculty committees that you're pretty sure you never volunteered for, they just happened, and there's the faculty meeting next Tuesday and also Open House and you need to call three parents about student grades, and also it will take you about five years to realize this because you're dumb and young and think you will just magically be able to remember what needs to happen when. No you won't, you dipshit. Get a planner, get a calendar, get a Post-It note or seven, and write that shit down.

Teenagers are hilarious. They're amazing. They're terrible, but also going through this insane transformative experience and you have a fucking front row seat to cheer them on as they steadily become less and less terrible and finally find out they're just-- fantastic. On bad days, they're the best part of the gig.

Everyone cries in their car in October at least once. It's normal teacher behavior, especially in the first few years. It's not good, but it's what happens when you have a month with no days off and everything starts to come due in terms of IEPs and grades and also it's ALWAYS Homecoming, which means there's the pep rally bullshit and Spirit Week and also the dance-- which you might have to chaperone god help you-- and for some reason the College Board also has dictated that this is PSAT season? So we all lose an instructional day to that, and-- yes. Everyone cries in their car in October. You're not weird. You're just very, very tired.

Amazingly, if you explain to students what you're doing and why you're doing it, they will generally be more engaged and focused and get more out of what you're doing. This goes for an activity, a full lesson, a unit of study, and the course as a whole. Show them what you're trying to build up front. Show them how you're putting things together. And if the thing you are doing doesn't directly connect to the long- and short-term goals of the course, redesign what you're doing. Students know when work is bullshit, and so do you.

Some of your students won't like you, sometimes. It's okay. Doesn't mean you've got to be a dick about it. Do your job and teach them anyway.

You will absolutely have some colleagues whose possession of a teaching license will befuddle you. If you have your shit together, they're likely to tug at your sleeve and constantly ask for material or help or whatnot, and it is going to be ENORMOUSLY annoying, because jesus, Susan, you're twenty years older than I am, how do you not know how to teach the Scientific Revolution by now? You might become the Tech Help Desk. You might have to show your colleagues how to use the digital testing program EVERY DAMN UNIT for THREE FUCKING YEARS because somehow they always forget and come running to your classroom while you're in the middle of teaching second period because they forgot how to publish to the assessment platform yet again. (Obviously not a personal example from this week or anything.) Here is the thing to remember about this: these annoying colleagues teach kids. And those kids do not deserve to get a shitty education because their teacher is Professor How Do I Use PowerPoint. Help your colleagues. It's okay--and good-- to draw boundaries so you don't murder them, but share your shit. Forward that fucking email to them for the seventeenth time, because it won't be you or they who ultimately suffer-- it'll be the kid in the back corner of the classroom who doesn't ever effectively learn about chattel slavery and exploitative labor and colonialism.

Let your students see you love what you're doing. Let them see you geek out over Olmec subtractive sculpture or physics or economic systems or that creepy Faulkner story about the lady who murdered her lover and then slept next to his corpse for the rest of her life. Let your students see that you love them. Tell them you're proud of them, and mean it. Some of them don't hear that enough. Care enough to be disappointed when your kiddos make bad choices (because some will and it will break your heart), care enough to be angry as hell about the puritanical debates over what books are allowed in your school library, care enough to let that kid talk your ear off about League of Legends or some anime thing you don't watch-- and care enough to look at your endless to-do list and say, "I can address the rest of this tomorrow. I'm going home to rest, now," because you can't do anything else if you've not done that.

[mapsareforbraindeads]

Light Yagami for Blorbo Bingo (I know exactly what I am getting into)

do you really, owl? do you really know?

surprising absolutely no one, i got a bingo!

i have so many thoughts on light. i am in love with him. i despise him. i want to shove him in a blender. i kin him. I AM HIM (sometimes)

more thoughts under the cut because i have a chance to ramble about light and i am TAKING IT. this will probably be my pinned post for a bit because i don’t want this to drown in my blog lmao

as someone who listened to “where is the justice?” months before watching the anime or reading the manga, i started out as a light sympathizer who didn’t see what he was doing wrong. i literally based my entire personality off of musical!light before i even saw his face. then i watched the anime in september 2021 and recognized him for the absolute BITCH (affectionate) that he is.

a month after watching the anime, i started up kira-ask-force as an exercise to learn how to write him and fell in love with the character. more than i already was. in less than two years i went from rageposting about L blasting nightcore at 3am to doing extensive psychoanalysis about kira. it’s been a wild ride; one that i’m so glad i had the courage to start.

something about light just fascinates me. i don’t know if it’s his ideology, his personality, or what, but it’s something. i can spend hours just listening to light shout, ramble, and monologue about his ideals and it’s captivating. everything down to his vocal inflections is permanently ingrained in my subconscious to the point where if someone asks me about the justice system, i manically laugh and throw myself into an extensive internal monologue while i try to sound remotely normal. i literally bought a (SFW, don’t worry) L body pillow to practice my light yagami (sub, dub, movie, drama, musical…) impression on 😭 i need help

ANYWAYS. light’s journey from a too-perfect high school student bored of his life to a wannabe god trying to make a difference is so incredibly interesting. for seventeen years, light was held above the rest of his peers, praised for every little thing he did. his father was proud that he was following in his footsteps. his mother was proud to have such a studious son. his sister was proud to have such a kind brother she could count on (see: “we all need a hero”) but light was bored of all of it. it was all mundane to him. he didn’t really have any close attachments whatsoever. he was just the perfect golden boy no matter what he did. hell, his cram school teacher catches him zoning out and only calls him out because light is there to “make the school look good”

needless to say, light was fed up with the world. that much is clear. i’d say he was probably severely depressed as well (and with an eating disorder but that’s getting into triggering territory that i will save for another day). i think anyone would get sick of being held up on a pedestal for so long, no matter how enlarged their ego is. it must have been exhausting for him to spend half of his day in perfection hell only to come home to his parents asking for his grades and proclaiming that it’s exactly what was expected of their perfect son. it’s a lot to handle, especially for a teenager.

but then, he found the death note. a weapon that could change the way his life went. he could do more than study in his room and be perfect. he could change the whole system. he had been dubbed the perfect student unwillingly at a young age, but now he could escape that and forge his own path. but how could one ascend past perfection? well, that’s easy. godhood.

of course, this decision didn’t come to him immediately. he entered a state of shock and denial after killing otoharada, and when he killed shibuimaru to verify that the notebook was real, he threw up in a nearby alleyway. until ryuk came along, he was constantly plagued with nightmares and lost ten pounds in five days. despite the mental strain, he still pushed forward. he knew that whoever the notebook belonged to would come for it, and that he might not survive the encounter. so he killed more people. hundreds of people. he targeted as many criminals as he could in those five days out of an attempt to cleanse his sins. but when ryuk tells him that he won’t be killed for his actions, this illusion breaks. at this point, he’s killed so many people that there’s no point to stopping now. he will cleanse the world no matter how long it takes. he will become god.

when L challenges him, light goes in head first. he takes the bait, taunting him. after all, what does light have to lose? he’s perfect. he’s righteous. surely this wannabe detective won’t come close to his power. right?

wrong. many people say that light’s biggest mistake was revealing that he was a student, that he was connected to the police, killing lind l. tailor and so on. in my opinion, light’s biggest weakness throughout the whole series is how easily he underestimates his opponents. he acts like he knows exactly what goes on in everyone’s heads. he’s spent his most of his time prior to receiving the notebook with people who will do whatever he says. he has them wrapped around his finger. but L, near, mello, maybe even matsuda, don’t act like that. they’re unpredictable. and that’s why light lost.

anyways, L awakens something different in light. something that nobody else has before. he’s challenging. he’s intelligent. he’s everything that light is and more. and light hates it. after all, he’s been placed above the rest for his entire life. who is L to kick him down and claim light’s throne for himself? so obviously, light lashes out. he aims to kill. anyone who defies god must die, after all. but that’s not why he wants L gone, necessarily. no, he wants L gone because he could be better than him. he has the power to take him down and light can’t take it. kira is justice, not L. and he’s going to prove it.

when L dies, a part of light does too. after all, he made light feel alive. more than a god, more than a perfect honors student. he made him feel like a person. L gave him a challenge, something to fight against. a reason to keep going. so naturally, when that motivation left, light cracked. everything became too easy. no matter how many slip-ups light made, he still won. it infuriated him. it felt wrong. this was the victory he wanted, but was it earned? in the years before the successors enter the scene, light is once again trapped within his own walls of perfection. no challenges. just another routine to follow. more expectations that he can reach with ease.

light never finds this same passion again. when near enters the scene, light despises him. in his mind, he’s nothing but a copy of L. he doesn’t bring that same challenge. to light, near doesn’t have that infuriatingly sharp tongue or any of L’s interesting traits. he doesn’t see a successor in near, he sees a cheap copy. mello infuriates him as well, though not nearly as much as near. he simply sees mello as an obstacle, an annoying roadblock in his mission. a side quest to beat before he can defeat near. obviously mello (and matt) are far more than this, but light can’t see this. too distracted by L’s figurative ghost looming over him, he underestimates the successors. and this is why he loses.

light dies in the warehouse as a bloodied mess. not with dignity nor with grace. he made one final mistake that cost him his life. he once again underestimated his opponents. he assumed near wouldn’t think ahead, being nothing more than a bootlegged version of L. obviously, he thought wrong.

this fact is further proven by matsuda, the one whose skills he underestimated the most. by framing matsuda as nothing more than the office idiot, he dismisses all of matsuda’s values. he assumes that matsuda will join his side and shoot his friends because he’s too weak to say no. when matsuda fires five shots into light, it’s a complete shock to his system. to have matsuda take him down… that’s a horrible fate that light couldn’t have imagined if he tried.

when ryuk kills him, light looks pitiful. he spent his final moments clinging to ryuk, begging for life from the literal god of death. he knew from day one that this would be how it ended. ryuk told him himself, but he brushed it off. as his final act, light underestimated yet another opponent: death itself.

WELL. that was a lot of writing. i wanted to explore a lot more, but i do not have the time nor energy. anyways, thank you for the ask, owl! enjoy your essay ❤️

[beneathashadytree]

Hello if possible could you write about a Zeppeli! Reader that looks very similar to Caesar and is friends with Josuke and when they meet Joseph he mistakes the Zeppeli! Reader for Caesar

HOUSE OF MEMORIES - JOSEPH JOESTAR ONESHOT

Warnings : general feelings of grief, mentions of death, Zeppeli!reader, this is purely platonic, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : angsty but also kinda fluffy?

Word count : 0.8K words

Additional notes : Thank you so much for requesting! This was a brilliant idea, and very easy to write. I like writing platonic stuff every now and then, and this had a particularly good twist of angst to it. I hope you enjoy reading this!💗💗💗

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“Hey, Josuke!” someone called out from the back of the docks, causing the teenager to turn around.

He found his friend, standing at the back and waving at him as they jogged to their direction.

“Hey, uh, a little preoccupied at the moment.” Josuke nodded his head in the direction of the old man who was currently holding onto his arm as he slowly walked forward.

They looked confused for a moment, before Koichi came up to them and whispered something in their ear. Their eyes went wide. “Ah.” About to introduce themselves to the old man whom he now knew was Josuke’s supposed father, Joseph, they were stunned to see that his eyes were as wide as saucers behind his spectacles.

“Caesar?” the man gruffly asked, green eyes glimmering with something no one quite understood. “Is that you?”

Perhaps they had no idea what this was all about. After all, neither Josuke nor Jotaro knew anyone with that name, and Joseph had never been in any hurry to tell the stories of his years of youth and the misery he carried back with him. He’d shoulder it all with a laugh and a cheeky comment that made everyone forget about the momentary darkness that snaked its grip around him every now and then.

Josuke’s friend looked like someone from his most blissful dreams and his most haunting nightmares. They had the same brilliantly shining green eyes, pale skin that almost reflected the light, and blonde, almost white hair that tumbled down in shapely waves. Perhaps the only things that set them apart from the beloved person in his memories was the scatter of dark freckles dusting their nose and cheeks, and the slit in their left eyebrow.

Seeing them in high school uniform was unsettling, when the last time Joseph had seen an uncannily similar face, he’d been dressed in the most outrageous fashions of the 1930s; an age the old man both remembered fondly and dreaded. And though he thought for a second that perhaps this was all just a figment of his imagination, the gentle hand that touched his free one, and the kind look in those eyes were very much real.

“No, sir,” they softly said, “Cesare era il mio prozio. Ceasar was my great-uncle, may his soul rest in peace. I am a Zeppeli as well.” Smiling gently like one may do to console a grandparent, they asked, “I take it you are Joseph Joestar?”

Joseph seemed to be stunned for a few beats, before tears began to well up in his eyes, and his shoulders began to sag as he nodded. “Has anyone told you…”

“Many a time, yes,” they chuckled, “As many times I’ve been told about your benevolence and great deeds. You’ve become somewhat of a legend in our family, sir.”

Their words only caused him to sniffle as the tears fell down his cheeks, something that shocked both Josuke and Jotaro, who’d been watching the exchange. Jotaro was probably the most dazed by the sight, as he’d never found his grandfather this vulnerable; to the extent that he’d shed tears—in fact, it was likely that no one but Suzi ever had.

“But I failed him,” Joseph mumbled under his breath, shame flooding his face, “Your great-uncle, I was too late. Too brash. I let him go all alone.”

They sighed, a small sad smile on their face as they saw how tortured the man was about this after all these decades. Now both their hands clasped Joseph’s, reassuringly patting it. “And he lives on through your memories. Do not pity the dead, kind sir. It would be a disservice to the both of you.”

Swallowing thickly, Joseph looked up to meet their eyes. Strange, how now that he took a good look he could no longer see the strength of the resemblance. It almost felt as though a mist had cleared from their features, and he could make out the things that stood out to him as not being the same as Caesar’s, if his memory was serving him correctly.

“On second thought, you are quite different, after all,” he murmured quietly, an odd feeling of long-awaited peace settling over him. His muscles seemed to have lost the tension that had been keeping them stiff for the past 60 years, and he could swear his limbs felt a little lighter.

Perhaps this was the closure he never knew he needed, but had secretly been desperately clinging onto. Perhaps now he could breathe a little easier, and live out the rest of his years surrounded by those he could call family, quaint as it was.

Taglist: @mrsgiovanna @blondeboyfriend

[madefate]

i have some thoughts about max's character & the story of NPMD as a whole -- & while these thoughts will absolutely evolve over time, i really want to play with some of the story and dive a little deeper! so, some headcanon thoughts about my portrayal of max & how i imagine things working behind the scenes in the black & white.

this is not meant to bash the show. i'm a huge starkid fan & i love the hatchetfield universe! i've been writing it since 2020, after all. but i found myself a little disappointed with NPMD in terms of its tone & pacing. for me, there's something a little incongruous about the lighter comedy-horror / teen slasher parody tone and the stakes of the lore. especially when compared to the two previous shows & so much of nightmare time. & in general, i feel like the show missed a lot of GREAT opportunities to use the lore it already has to create a larger undercurrent of plot, both for the lords in black storyline & the storyline of hatchetfield high.

personally, i cannot BELIEVE they colored everything in blue, had a bunch of teenagers mask themselves behind facades because being a teenager in high school is hell, had songs about being a literal monster, lyrics about people being "too weak to enslave," the appearance of the black book, the fact that there are five alters and five lords - and pokey wasn't the main villain. yes, i know that this might conflict a little with some nightmare time lore, but i think it would be SO MUCH COOLER (& make more sense) if everything happening with the humans in hatchetfield was the byproduct of a war between the lords in black in a vie for power.

why does hatchetfield in particular suck so much ?? because the church of the starry children started breaking down the barrier between our world & the black and white, so it's CONSTANTLY feeling the influence of the lords in black. and the lords are best at exaggerating everyone's worst instincts. &, of course, all the death & destruction & murder & whatnot. so of course hatchetfield high, as an alter, literally feels like hell.

personally, i think the through line of all three musicals (especially TGWDLM and BF) is the corruption of the humans to act out the will of the lords. so, personally, i believe that the lords are recruiting humans to their side in all of these different realities in order to raise an army and claim the black & white for themselves.

it just makes sense to me! & it's why i feel the pacing and plot falls apart after richie's death. because immediately following that (the best, scariest, most impactful death in the show), we have hatchet town, where everyone turns on each other - and then that plot line goes absolutely nowhere. no one turns on each other! not to mention it's a just a vehicle for callbacks and cameos which is a shame bc it's one of the best songs in the show.

truth be told, these kind of specifics that i headcanon are way more likely to come up when writing webby, but i do think it influence's max's character in a really meaningful way! so, yeah -- a lot of backstory for portrayal notes but that's fundamentally who i am as a person.

i'm not the business of woobifying characters -- i just feel like the one note, shithead bully characterization is both boring, and fundamentally untrue in the show itself, and by the end of the show he's basically just a walking beetlejuice / freddy impression. max has so many lines that indicate that he's not meant to be a flat, irredeemable character - he thinks the nerdy prude gang hates him, he's grateful for their kindness, he paid attention during the harassment assembly, he's clearly the more affectionate & needy part of whatever the gloriously fucked up situationship with grace is. he also has a few lines that indicate something else going on: "the jock you demonize," "you think i seek revenge? ... [the world] needs to be saved and you're too weak to be enslaved," "expose the bloody lie," "who will pray for me when i'm gone? or is this the eternal dark without a dawn?"

i headcanon that max has been succumbing to the influence of pokey for years now. he was a great target - he's angry. as a kid, he went unheard and unhelped from the danger of his father, he had to fight for some form of control, for his voice to be heard. and there's a part of him that knows it's the school, its very location, that gives him so much power. that's his domain, now, for as long as he can hold onto it.

he started to change around the end of his freshman year. he wasn't ever the nicest person, of course -- he's angry, he's traumatized, he's a product of that small town toxicity in a bad way. but he's also been fun, protective, kind of goofy. by the time he's into his sophomore year, the quarterback for the team, all of those good qualities are overshadowed by his need for control, his rage, his cruelty.

i think a neat mechanic is that genuine connections, genuine love and joy, is the only way to fight back against the lords' influence, which is why we see max at his happiest when he believes that he's experiencing a genuine moment of friendship with the nerd crew. -- and his angriest when he dies.

after his death, he grows more inhuman, not less -- scarier, not funnier. the longer he's a puppet of pokey, the more humanity he loses. it's harder & harder to have a conversation with him, to reason with him.

ironically, that's why grace's intervention works. because he's still a teenage guy who thinks he's in love and that simple, genuine emotion is the perfect counter to the lords' influence.

i think his future can go either way - he can be consumed by the black & white, or he can be redeemed and fight to find his humanity again. it all depends on how he grows the relationships with the people around them, & all that power of friendship nonsense!

[skateordiebitch]

DOING IT ALL FOR LOVE

EUPHORIA AU — ELLIOT

summary: when high schooler indigo autry, witnesses the murder of her ex-boyfriend, we go through her days of love, lust, and trust with elliot fike… up until the deadly night happened.

fandom: euphoria

pairing: elliot x indigo (au character)

warnings: drug use, smut, murder mystery

authors note: i’ve literally never written fanfic or pretty much anything before but here i am trying something new. enjoy!

Chapter One: 186 Days Before

It all started the summer before my senior year of high school. This isn't my memoir, nor is it some sob story. How I’ve lived to survive what felt like a nightmare, was the true mystery in question.

My story is not a love story, but it is a story about love.

I'm not the kind of girl who falls for someone so quickly. Although, I have had my fair share of relationships over the years, it takes a while to win me over.

I like to think of myself as someone who has high standards— They have to be this, this, and this, in order for me to even consider liking them.

But, then I met Elliot Fike.

Elliot was different than the others. As clichè as that may sound, it was true. At the time, I didn't want to admit this to myself, but I knew from the very first moment that I saw him, that I was immediately in love.

It wasn't specifically his looks, it definitely wasn't his charm... He was nobody other than your average teenage boy. I don't even know what it was about him to this day, that made me fall head over heels.

And he was the one that made me ask myself;

What lengths would you go to for love?

"Breaking news— The East Highland Police Department is currently investigating the brutal murder of a local high school football player, Giovanni Bennett, who was found in his family home last night," The news broadcaster states, as I watch Elliot turn up the volume and give me a stare.

"Authorities claim that the event happened after or during the occurance of an unsupervised house party. We don't know all the details—"

Elliot turns off the radio and goes upon driving, smoking his cigarette out the window, while putting in a CD. My favorite album by The Smith's.

He leans over to kiss me as the open road passed us by. Not a single person or car in sight.

“Florida, here we come,” The boy says, holding my hand as we crossed the California state line.

“Here we come.”

This story is about him, and how one boy had changed my life forever.

It was the morning of February 17th. I remember, because it was the Friday after Valentine's Day; My first Valentine's Day in two years without Giovanni as my significant other.

My relationship with him was complicated at the time. We were in that sticky situation of trying to patch up a problem that simply could truly never be fixed.

"Indigo! Indigo, wake up! Mom left the fucking stove on and it smells like gas in here!" My twin brother, Andre yelled as I was rudely awakened from my slumber. My eyes fluttered awake, feeling the hangover from the previous night hit like a truck.

My head pounded as I peeked over at my alarm clock next to me; 5:42am, and I was basically planning on how I was going to murder him.

I yawned, rubbing my eyes, feeling the dried mascara rub off onto my fingers, "Then, turn it off, dipshit... She's an idiot."

But, he didn’t stop there.

"I did turn it off, but that doesn't change the fact that it smells like our house is gonna blow up," He rambled, "We're gonna fucking die!"

I buried my face into the pillow.

"What the fuck do you want me to do about it, Dre?! Where's Mom?!" I groaned loudly, because this was the kind of shit that we would be put through constantly;

Either my mother wasn't home, or she's home and just not being a mother.

My mother wasn't around much. I know it's fucked up to say this, but I've always had this deep hatred for her, and she's always had this hatred for me, in a way.

I wasn't the daughter she claimed she raised. I wasn't this picture perfect person like my brother was; He's gotten good grades his entire life, never got in trouble, unless he was doing something stupid with me. She wanted me to be him, and I wasn't.

And then the words came out of his mouth and the dots had finally connected.

"She spent the night at her boyfriend's house."

The most dramatic eye roll is given by me as I got up, grabbing my favorite candle that I was about to waste from Bath and Body Works, 'Strawberry Pound Cake,' and my lighter.

My mother, Jeanne, had just attached herself to this fifty-something year old man that had walked into the gas station she worked at. In a way, we're alike.

We fixate on people and can't shake them.

Love at first sight, per sè, but the one difference between us? My relationships lasted more than a month.

As I walked into the kitchen, the smell of gasoline filled our senses, having it clearing my sinuses in an instant.

"Incompetent whore. She could've started a fucking kitchen fire," I scoffed, placing the candle down and lighting it. Andre nodded vigorously— As if he didn't just try to explain that to me.

"Yeah, I know. That's what I was trying to say before you cut me off."

That was the last thing that I wanted to put up with a 5 o'clock in the morning. I had a short temper, especially when I was up before the sun was.

"Open the window. Spark a blunt. It fucking reeks in here, and I need another smell," I said, nodding towards the living room windows.

"We've never opened the window. Do these windows even open?"

I've always lived in a mobile home. My parents never were and never will be finanically stable. It wasn't a mansion, it wasn't even a house, but it was home to me.

A home to us.

I chuckled, watching him struggle to open it, "Guess we'll find out."

I headed back to my room, trying to get some rest before my 7:00 alarm went off. Although, I was already wide awake at that point and knew that I'd roll up a blunt or something.

"Don't wake me up again, unless you're dying. A fucking pot of coffee better be brewed, too... For compensation!" I yelled, slamming my door.

I pulled up a full thirty minutes early to school that day, which was a new record for me, considering I was usually thirty minutes late everyday.

I parked my car in my usual spot, underneath the tree, the farthest and opposite direction of the school because I liked to sit in my car during lunch.

Despite not having my license, I drove my car around anywhere and everywhere. A tan Honda Civic that I had bought off my friend's older brother in my sophomore year. 

I prided myself on the fact that my license plate said 'FCK YOU.'

"Watch it, dipshit!" I shouted as my brother slammed the passenger door, "Sorry, chill out; Do you know when Mom is coming home?" He asked.

I raised my brows, "Dude, I didn't even know she left. Whatever, this just means I can go out."

"Why does she do this? We're minors! This shit is like, child neglect," My brother had said in a certain tone, which let me know right away that he was genuinely upset about the situation, unlike I was.

"No, it is child neclect. Why do you even care? She's always been like this. You know that. Whatever, don't even worry about it— Go to D'Shawn's house or something," I said, hoping to make him feel better.

This wasn't anything new to us. She would always leave us, just never for that long. Having my mother be home for week straight would be considered a new record.

"I probably will. You going to Daniel's party tomorrow?"

I nod, "Duh."

"Well, if I don't see you later today, see you tomorrow," Andre says as I fist bumped him, "Will do."

I glanced over at the table, watching my friend's laugh at something on the phone. Then, my eyes laid on him, "Ugh, he's over there."

We made our way over to our friends. Queue an arrangement of teenagers chilling at our self acclaimed table—

You would expect us to go our separate ways at this point, except, Andre is my best friend. He has been, since the day we were born. We even shared the same friends, which could be annoying sometimes, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

There were six of us. We were like the six musketeers; All of us were inseparable since middle school. First, we have my best friend, Madison Perez.

She's the definition of an 'it girl.' One of the many rich bitches at East Highland, and kinda my closest friend at the time. Maddy was the one who had the most common sense out of the whole group.

She was the one I would go to with most of my problems.

Next up, we have Monet Manning, who's attached to Maddy's hip at all times. Monet was the most privileged person that I've ever known in my entire life. Her father was big in pharmaceuticals. Had a fuck ton of money...

In all honesty, Monet should've been strutting down the halls of the finest privates school, but claims she wants the 'teenager experience.'

Then, there’s D'Shawn Daniels. Him and Andre were basically inseperable. I was convinced he loved him more than he loved me;

He's been our friend ever since we were little, kinda like our third sibling. We all grew up together and he lived right down the road from us. Andre and I would always go to his house when our mother wasn't home.

And then, there was him.

Giovanni Bennett. My ex-lover. As I mentioned earlier, at the time, we were stuck in that gut-retching phase of trying to get past a rough patch.

Giovanni was once the love of my life.

But, the rough patch was that he had cheated on me. He had cheated on me when I was right outside of the door. I was waiting for the bathroom, but little did I know he had his own agenda in there.

I never thought I would feel that much hurt from someone my own age, but God, was I wrong.

The thing about our relationship, is the fact that I was convinced I loved him more than I had ever loved myself.

I would prioritize him over everything, when he would never do that for me.

I would've jumped in front of a bullet for him, but he wouldn't even think about doing it for me... Not even for a second.

He was a tough guy. A football jock, like the ones that you see in movies. The stereotypical popular boy, who always had friends around him at all times, and every girl would've killed to be in my place.

He was the one who would act tough, like he would punch the first person that pissed him off. Giovanni has always had that sense that he was the strongest one in school... That he was the one that everyone needed to fear.

And it turns out, he wasn't the toughest. He wasn't the strongest. He wasn't the hero that he had claimed to be.

Because on August 21st, the weekend before our first day of senior year, his life was taken from him.

He was murdered.

The night haunts me. I have nightmares of that night to this day, every time I blink, every time I shut my eyes... Giovanni will forever follow me, no matter how hard I try to move on, think about something else, to forget about it. I close my eyes and I always see his face, his body laying lifeless and bleeding out into that pool... It's all I see.

Every fucking day.

“Rough morning?" Maddy asked me, snapping me out of my trance.

"Mm, kinda. Every morning is kinda rough morning at this point," I complained as Maddy agreed. Then, Giovanni decided to open his mouth;

"I can fix that for you, baby," He smirked, his hand caressing against my back. I groaned absurdly, listening to my friends chuckle at his not so charming remark.

"Don't call me baby. We're taking things slow, remember?" I reminded him as he gave me that disappointed, but not surprised look on his face.

"Mmm-hmm. I remember," He said.

Monet smiled softly, watching him kiss my shoulders, "You guys are so cute."

I also thought we were cute. But, we weren't cute— In fact, we were the complete opposite of cute. We were toxic assholes, which created havoc whenever we were together.

Monet just always had this fixation on love and romance, because she couldn't get it herself.

"You're cute," D'Shawn flirted, watching the girl turn a deep shade of pink. It was disgusting. She tried to play it off cool and instead, does it miserably.

Monet playfully hits him on the shoulder, "Shut up."

I hated flirting. I hated every aspect of it. That stupid, charming tone and the sparkle in the eyes... Ugh.

Whenever they spoke, a piece of me died, due to how cringe worthy they were.

Maddy was over it just as much as I was, "You guys disgust me, since everyone decided they wanna be horny at seven in the morning... Let's go inside. It makes me sick."

There was this guy, Nate Jacobs, that Maddy had dated since middle school. They were going to be high school sweethearts-- I felt it.

I knew that they weren't perfect for each other, I honestly questioned if they had any real love for each other, but I always thought they'd end up married.

But, his father went to jail for some weird shit. It was the talk of the school and the entire town of East Highland for weeks, so, his mother packed them up and moved them across the country.

Nobody has heard from him since, not even Maddy.

And to be honest, after he left... Of course, she was heartbroken. But, maybe it was for the best. Once she had finally grasped that he was gone, she had never been happier.

I nodded my head to going inside, wanting to leave Giovanni's side as quickly as possible. We linked arms like fourth graders and walked away from the group.

"Ugh, speaking of guys, did you any of you see the new boy? He looks like he lives in a dumpster," Maddy giggled, and usually, being self reflective, I would've laughed. But, I was in such a bad mood that day.

Monet looked at Maddy, nodding her head in complete agreement, "I know, right? It looks like every breath is his last. I can't even work around the face tattoo thing."

"Oh my god, ew! Face tattoos? I didn't even notice, that is so tacky," The girl laughs.

I never talked about my love life, not even boys in general, despite being a pretty open person. Just my hookups, that happened a little too frequently before my relationship. 

They barely knew anything about my relationship with Gio.

"Are you still texting Gio?" Maddy asked as she watched me type on my phone. I was texting him, but, I didn't want to start shit at eight in the morning. He was arguing about how I was "treating him" this morning.

"Why are you still with that dickhead? I know he's our friend and all, but this is like, a low point for feminism, right now."

I snapped my head up from my phone, because if there was one thing about my friends, it's that they're nosey bitches.

"Excuse me?"

Maddy decided to go on a full on rant about things I had already been aware of— "It's so obvious that you don't fuck with Gio, anymore. I wouldn't either! He cheated on you when you were lit-er-ally outside of the room. That is some fucked up shit."

And of course, Monet sided with Maddy, because why wouldn't she?

"I let a lot of things slide, but never that. His dick was literally in another bitches pussy. That's some STD typa shit, right there," Monet chuckled as my face soured.

"Ew."

Maddy clapped her hands at her best friend's remark, "She's not wrong! Just dump his ass. You literally show no interest in him, anymore, and it's so obvious. Spare him Indigo. Just be fucking friends, at this point."

And it's not like they were lying— I did make it obvious. Maybe a little too obvious. I sighed, looking down in complete embarassment, "I mean, it's not like I can just leave him..."

Monet's eyes lit up like saucers and her face was in pure and utter disbelief, "Why not?! You like, hate him and I'm pretty sure he knows that you hate him."

"I don't know... I do hate his fucking guts, but I can't just leave. He's got this stupid chokehold on me that I can't explain."

Monet scoffed loudly, upset that I would even say something like that, "Well, get it out of it, bitch. Stand up for yourself, you're too hot to be cheated on."

"Relationships are just, not my thing, now. I can't do the commitment shit anymore, it's just too much— I miss being fucked and then never discussing it. I need to leave him, but I just... I don't wanna be alone," I tried to explain, but it turned into rambling, like it usually does when I tried to defend our relationship, and ultimately sounded dumb.

The girls nods in agreement. It was definitely dumb.

"Well, I don't understand any of that," Maddy says, "But, let's be honest-- Indigo, the entire school would date you if you let them. Let him go."

She wasn't wrong, but I also wasn't lying-- "Maybe, I should be celibate. No... Fuck that. I'm revirginizing. I'm gonna tell Gio that. No strings can be attached if there's no hookup to attach it to. I'm a virgin, from here on out," I declared.

And then, I smelled my favorite smell on this entire Earth— Weed.

"Holy shit, someone has weed. I just ran out, too... I need to find them," I stated the obvious. I was the only one, besides Andre, in group that smokes. Maddy and Monet were constantly on my ass about it.

I hated it;

"Okay, yeah, go get lung cancer and die before thirty," Monet scoffed as Maddy gives a certain look at me, watching my eyes shoot to the curly head blonde boy walking towards us, "Oh, I would definitely pass if I were you, bitch."

"Oh, lord. Please don't try to hit on us," Monet chuckled, making everyone laugh, but me, "It's giving drop-out drug dealer."

"Jesus Christ, guys. He's new, give him a break," I groaned as the girls picked up on my off energy. To be fair, I usually am a bitch. Me, myself, and I could testify to that any day.

"What stick got shoved up your ass?" Maddy spats, giving me a sour look that she always did when she was irritated, "Yesterday, you would've had something to say about him."

I sighed, having to explain this for the thousandth time that day, "Mommy issues. Jeanne ruining my day, even when she's not around. She hasn't been home in two days, got Dre all freaked out and shit."

"Damn, that sucks," Monet dryly answered.

She clearly didn't give two shits about me or my problems.

"Ladies..." The boy said as he walked passed us.

That was the first time I ever saw him— A boy with blonde curls, a semi-muscular build, and tattoos. Including face tattoos, which made me crack a smile that I hated to admit. It looked really funny in a cute way. With a beat skateboard in one hand, he waved to the us with the other.

"I don't know. He's kinda cute in his own way," I admitted as the girls snapped towards me, "Ugh, you're disgusting. That is literally disgusting. You don't go from Gio to whatever that is," Maddy replied.

For a moment as he walked by, he shot me that look. That stupid look that I've seen from both genders. The "we should hookup" look, is how I've always seen it. That sultry glance and the purse of the lips...

"Keep it moving," Maddy laughs at him.

"I was planning on it," The boy chuckled as he kept moving, and I hated the fact that she was disappointed by that.

“Fucking pothead. I’m getting a second hand high,” Monet gagged.

"Pothead, really? I'm a pothead," I said in protest to Maddy and Monet being a bitch for no reason. She was always a bitch for no reason.

Maddy groaned at me, "Well, then maybe you should go fuck him and do it together. You guys can both get cancer and various diseases."

I shrugged, "Maybe, I will, if I wasn't in my situationship," I lied, because if there's one thing about me, I tried not to let myself gett attached.

I had attached myself to Giovanni, devoted myself to that man, yet I still got cheated on.

How that worked was a mystery.

"He did give you that look, though," Maddy chuckled, "I'll give him that one..."

"Bleh," I gagged and walked to class.

I tapped my platform boots against the floor. Heavy, six inch heeled boots tapping against the tiled school floor. Doing a repetative pattern every time... It helped my ADHD. Made the puzzle pieces fit. Tapping away, until the teacher told me to cut it out.

I didn't have the energy to pick a fight, so, I stopped.

With that, I dozed off, once, twice, or three times during my study hall that had just started. Part of it, was the fact that I was extremely high and that I was exhausted from going out the previous night, then having Andre waking me up at the crack of dawn.

To keep myself awake and out of trouble for the fifth time that week, I doodled on the corner of my worksheet.

But, I quickly became more lucid when someone tried to sit next to me; I always sat by myself.

"I have severe ADHD, I sit by myself for a reason. My brain simply cannot function properly with people around me in class," I immediately blurted out without even looking up to see who it was, not bothering to move my backpack, either, so they could sit down.

I continued to queue my music; Music is the one thing that keeps me sane. I would go batshit crazy without it... It keeps me grounded. I hummed quietly to the song that was playing, still ignoring the body hovering me.

"I love that song," A voice says. It startles me, ripping out my earbuds and looking up to see the last person that I wanted to see.

Oh, god.

"Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me," I groaned, looking up at no one other than the new boy that gave me the look this morning. He caught me at the worst time, my caffeine come down, my point of the morning where even someone's laugh would make me want to punch them;

I gave him a spiteful look as he laughed at me--

"Nice to meet you, too," He says with that certain smartass tone of voice. Which I, for one, hated. I hated sarcasm, unless it was my own doing. But, he doesn't stop there. It was as if he was trying to piss me off at eleven o'clock in the morning;

"I hate to bother you, but I kinda have to sit here. It's the only open seat, minus the backpack."

I dragged out a long, "Ugh." When I finally gave up, I gave in to the fact that I no longer sat alone, "Then, move the fucking backpack, idiot."

I never really knew why I was so mean to him; It wasn't just the bad mood. I still don't know why, but, I think it was because I knew I liked him... and I didn't want to. 

But, he moved the black Jansport to the floor— But, also got a whiff of his favorite smell, too.

"... And you and your little girl group called me a pothead," The boy smugly chuckled. I finally looked up at him with a dirty glare, "I never called you that."

"Your friends did."

"Whatever, get over it," I said dryly, praying to any higher power that he would stop talking. I was on a journey to make everyone feel my wrath that morning. It wasn't a good day for me.

"I'm Elliot. Elliot Fike," He said, holding out his hand for me to shake. He holds it out for a good thirty seconds, before I reluctantly shook it, "Indigo Autry."

"Wake up on the wrong side of the bed, Your Highness?" Elliot jokingly asks, making me even more agitated, which seemed impossible in that moment.

"Mind your business. I had a shitty morning," I groaned, putting my head down as the next song played. One of my favorite songs of all time. Which was basically any song by The Smiths. It made my life seem a little more bearable.

"Your music taste is fuckin' fire. I fuck with The Smiths," Elliot continued to try to make conversation with me, but kept failing quite miserably.

I found that interesting about him; Elliot was a social butterfly with no friends. It was an odd trait. The antisocial-social person. I wished I could be like that, it would've saved so much trouble.

"Okay, fine. You win. I'll shut up," He declared as I just stared at him with a cold look, "Great idea."

At first glance to me, he was definitely a social reject. The guy that everyone thinks is a stoner with no future ahead of him. No guy at East Highland with friends would openly say that they fuck with The Smiths.

"You fuck with The Smiths and you're a guy. That means you're either gay or lonely," I state after a few minutes of silence, more as a statement, rather than a question.

Elliot nodded at me with a chuckle, "I mean, kinda," He replied, which made me sit up in my seat, suddenly intrigued, "You're gay?"

I did have a pretty decent gaydar.

"Kinda," He said again as I furrowed my brows, "So, straight, but lonely?"

"Kinda," Elliot laughs, watching me sit there, confused with his answer.

"Sooo, you're bisexual? Quit fucking with me."

"I don't like to label myself. I like who I like. Anyone works for me," Elliot says, making me do a little "hm," in approval.

"Me too. Fuck labels. They suck," I agreed, "The face tatts make you look hella straight, though. Fuckin' Apple logo on your face. Idiot."

Elliot looked at me, amused at how interested I seemed. He shows off his tattoos— "Don't let them intimidate you."

He's pleasantly surprised when he realized that made me crack the tiniest, barely there smile, "Trust me, I don't get intimidated."

"Right, 'cause you're the intimidating one. My bad," Elliot chuckled in an attempt at being a flirt, making me sit up again, "I am not, I'm literally just sitting here! Minding my goddamn business and shit. Damn..."

"For a good five minutes, you wouldn't even look at me."

"Ooh," I rolled my eyes dramatically at him and his terrible attempts, "What if I was non-verbal? What if I couldn't talk? God forbid, I'm a shy person."

Elliot crooked a brow, "Forgive me, but I doubt that."

"Well, don't judge a book by it's cover," I spat back.

"I think you just don't like me. You were talking the entirety of last period. Didn't even introduce yourself," He points out.

"I'm not a bitch, and were you like, stalking me? And— Wait, you were in my last period?"

"Yeah, I sat right behind you. You even asked me what the answers were to the quiz," Elliot said, making me raise both brows in surprise, "Oh, shit."

"Kinda bitchy, if you ask me," He jokes, "Well, good thing I never asked," I snapped back, making Elliot smirk. 

He wasn't ugly at all, like Maddy and them had made him out to be. In fact, he was quite attractive. I have always loved the way he looked. I loved his stupid smile. The way he ran his fingers through his hair when he got nervous. 

"A little bratty, too, huh?" Elliot asked with that same smug smile painted on his face, knowing that he was in the middle of charming me and having it work-- "You're definitely a popular girl, aren't you?"

I hated to admit to myself that I was quite intrigued with our banter that was going on between us— "I'm not a popular girl. That's gross."

"I won't make fun of you, if you are. Social statuses have never been my thing, if you couldn't tell."

I tried my hardest to defend myself, "I'm not! I have friends, but I'm not Regina fucking George... Geez, stop obsessing over me."

"Oh, you're definitely popular," Elliot teased for the sole purpose of spiting me, "If that helps you sleep at night. Are you going to Daniel's party?" I asked to his surprise, instead of getting angry at him.

"Nope. Don't even know who that is. I'm new, if you didn't pick that up. Third day and all," The blonde said sarcastically.

"You're kind of a dick. No wonder, you're always by yourself," I admitted, making Elliot chuckle, "What can I say? Shitty morning. I got teased by the popular girls."

I looked at him with an annoyed pout— "Well, you should go. Tons of weed and assholes, who are just like you," Indigo explains.

"Well, I prefer having no friends," He openly admitted as I let out a giggle, "Yeah, you're right. I can tell."

"So, are you inviting me to go with you to this party?" Elliot smirked as I sucked my teeth at his question, "No, I'm saying you should go. By yourself... Alone... To meet friends, which apparently you don't want."

"Jealous boyfriend going with you or something?" He jokingly asked.

Well, yes.

"It's complicated— But, I know for a fact that me and my friend, tequila, are getting absolutely shitfaced after the week I've had. That's what I have in store."

The fact that I didn't deny going with someone else definitely sparked his interest, "So, you are going with a jealous boyfriend?"

There was only one thing about Elliot that genuinely bothered me when I first met him, and that was him always being an nosey bitch.

I guess I've always attracted those.

"Ex-boyfriend of two years, situationship thing. It's, uh, hard to explain and I'm not gonna explain it to a stranger," I explained as the boy in front of me smirked, "Well, we're not really strangers, I introduced myself."

He made a good point.

"He was my boyfriend, but he did something really, really fucking stupid, and now I'm stuck trying to repatch our relationship," I said, sort of vaguely because I've had issues in the past of oversharing.

"What'd he do that was really, really bad?" Elliot mocked me, beginning to piss me off, "Nope, too personal. It's annoying, and I just don't wanna talk about it."

"Fair enough. Well, maybe, I'll stop by."

I crooked a brow at him, wondering why he would decline an invite, "You have big plans or something? Your agenda doesn't seem like it'd be that full."

"Wowww," Elliot dragged, staring at me, "That is rude. I might book a gig downtown on Friday, if you need to know my agenda so bad."

Indigo must admit that she was intrigued with almost everything he said— "Gig? You're a singer? Musician?"

"Mediocre."

"Interesting. Very interesting," I said, beginning to doodgle once more on my trig homework. I put in my earbuds and didn't speak to him for the rest of class.

I strutted down the hallway, listening to my music; Stopping, when I saw an all too familiar face standing by my locker.

"This is my locker, you fuckin' creep," I said as Elliot turned around. He chuckled at me as I kept a straight face, chewing my gum in angst.

I always did that. It let people get the message that I didn't want to hear them, I wanted to hear the annoying smack of my gum, instead.

"I was trying to find you during lunch. You're a hard girl to track down," He said, making me furrow my brows, "Chill out, stalker. I was in my car."

"Well, anyways," Elliot spoke as I received an AirDrop notification, "I made you this playlist. It can keep you better company than those friends of yours. They're songs that sound like you."

I reluctantly accepted it, "Sounds like me? Is that a compliment or what?"

"Yeah, it is. They're just songs that I think you'd enjoy. Made it during my free period," He said.

I coyly smiled at him, "Geez, you got a crush on me or something?"

The boy looks away, "No, I don't like you. Questioning if I even like you as a person, but you're an interesting person. That's why I made it.”

“Awe,” I said softly— It was sweet. Really sweet.

LYou're the type of girl that people write songs about."

Little did Elliot know, that was probably the best compliment that I've ever received. Usually, it's a mixture of, 'Oh, you're hot,' or someone asking to hook up with me. There's no in between.

But, that's when he finally won me over. 

"Well, that's sweet. Uh, thank you. I'll listen to it," I said, opening my locker, "Fuck your little gig. You should slide to the party tomorrow night. If you're lucky, we can spark up or something," I teased.

"Mhm, now I may actually wanna go; For the weed. Not you," He clarified, making my jaw drop, "Okay, ouch. Dickhead."

"I'm just playing. Maybe, I'll see you there," Elliot said, walking away from me, "Maybe..." I said softly as I watched him enter his next class.

That's when I spotted Maddy from the corner of my eye; I was fucked. She came with questions that I didn't want to be asked and didn't want to answer.

"You sly little bitch. You're so lucky that Gio left early..." Maddy chuckled as she approached me, blowing a bubble with my no longer flavored gum.

"What? I'm being friendly," I insisted.

"Right, sure. You guys had that look in your eyes. Those gross, flirty eyes, or he did at least. I think he wants to fuck you," Maddy chuckles, "The pothead, dumpster diver, wants to fuckin' fuck you, can you believe that?!”

"And I have Gio, so, that will definitely not be happening,” I reassured, but Maddy was a lot of things, and stupid wasn’t one of them.

“He made you smile, and I haven’t seen you smile in weeks, Indigo.”

That hit a little close to home.

I nodded softly, agreeing with her, “He did make me smile… A lot. I invited him to the party tomorrow.”

“Be with someone that makes you happy. I missed your smile.”

Little did I know what I had just gotten myself into.

[writerof-thewoods]

Dark Regressor!Rich Goranski Headcanons

(These are also from my Ao3 account StarLite_StarBrite. They're under "My Darker Regression Headcanons" if you wanna check them out there! I just wanted to post them here because I feel like it fits better :3. This ties in with the Jeremy headcanons because I have a little story for the two of them that I'm working on. I ship these two heavily at the moment, so that's why they go together in this scenario.)

TW: for parental abuse/neglect, parent death, child abuse, and slurs (it's minor, but it's still there.)

Personally, I see him as a flip, mainly because I also hc Jeremy as a regressor & kind of put both of them together.

Being the youngest of two kids, he ate up whatever attention he got from his parents (mainly his mom) when he got the chance. 

His mom tried her best, but his brother mainly raised him until he left for college/got away from the family. She was barely an adult herself when she had both of them and since she and their dad were two kids in love, they got married at 18. 

His mother used to be an artist. She did pottery, painting, sculpting, but she mainly did still-lifes. She taught him most of the techniques she knew when he took an interest in drawing, showing him the right ways to shade and use precise motions. 

His dad wasn’t as heavy of a drinker then, but he didn’t appreciate how much time Rich spent on art. He pushed him to do more traditionally “manly” things because “he wasn’t raising some hippie fag.”

His mother grew more and more distant. Sometimes days would go by and she wouldn’t get out of bed. Things took a turn for the worst however, when she started having suicidal thoughts. She was in a loveless marriage, no one in her family talked to her anymore after she got pregnant as a teenager, and her husband started to spend less and less time at home. Usually off getting high or drunk with his friends from work. 

One day, she left. And Rich woke up with a note and a painting of the two of them on his dresser. When he got downstairs, the story of a mother of two who drove off of a cliff was all he needed to know. 

He was barely 14 when that happened. Going into freshman year, his dad started to drink more and more until he was coming into school almost every day with bruises and black eyes. 

The Squip provided a way out. An escape. And soon, he wasn’t the nerdy art-kid loser people saw him as, but an unsettling, douchey, almost-unstable bully. Or a “chill guy” as the Squip told him. 

Despite all of that though, so many nights were spent curled under his childhood blanket trying to recreate every memory of his mom until his heart hurt. 

After he leaves the hospital and makes amends with everyone, he feels so…lost. He feels lighter, his lisp is back, but his mind is elsewhere. What also weird him out about this was that he was getting closer with Jeremy. “Poor kid.” He thought. “I can’t even live with myself knowing I made him get that fucking Squip.”. He’d gotten him into this whole mess, but Jeremy surprisingly didn’t resent him for it.  “Hey, it was my decision to take it.” Jeremy shrugged before smiling. “Besides, who else am I gonna talk to about it? It’s not like the others would understand.” 

Rich smiled so wide that day. 

Those funny feelings haven’t gone away however, and he realizes through Jeremy that what he’s experiencing is just him regressing. The thing he had been punished for so many times by the robot-parasite that occupied his mind for the better half of high school. 

He honestly has no idea how to feel or what to do about it. He doesn’t know how it works, why it happens, when it happens, and so on. So, he tries to not think about it as much as he can. 

One day though, he’s sleeping over at the other boy’s house when he has a nightmare. Thoughts of his dad bursting into the room and dragging him back to the house he used to call home and his mother’s voice pleading with him “Rich? Honey, where are you? I can’t find you..where…where’d you go….” 

He’s woken up by the sound of his own cries and Jeremy kneeling down at his side. Soft whispers of “Shh, it’s okay.” and “I’ve got you” help subside his sobs. Hours pass, and the next morning he wakes up next to the slightly taller boy draping an arm around him. Not wanting to wake him up he settles into the touch and for the first time in months, he feels at peace with the war of his regression going on in his mind.

Since that day, he’s accepted that it’s a part of him and that’s okay. There’s no Squip there to condemn him, no dad to beat him out of rage and disappointment, no mom to haunt his dreams and echo in his brain (as much, but it still happens occasionally.), just Jeremy. Somehow it was the kid he used to bully stayed with him and embraced the side of him. Jeremy, someone who grew to be his best friend. Rich only hoped he didn’t break him when it was Jeremy’s moment to regress. 

[msm-tsotmw]

7/26/20XX

I… did NOT realize how long I slept. It’s kind of surprising how I didn’t have any nightmares.

Apparently, I somehow also fell into Pringle’s box-house, and now here I am floating in the void. Tundra’s still asleep, though, and they don’t know where I am.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWN.

…What the fuck was that??

(Sprigg looks in the direction of whoever yawned so fucking loud. They see Pringle the Cataliszt, rubbing their eyes and apparently stretching their arms. Pringle looks back.)

OH. HELLO. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

Oh. Uh.

(Sprigg clears their throat.)

Tundra and I wanted to talk to you yesterday, but you slept through literally everything. I don’t know why Tundra didn’t bother to come in and wake you up… they’re still sleeping, by the way.

AH.

WELL, I NEVER KNEW I’D EVER HAVE TO DO THIS, BUT…

(Pringle suddenly frowns, their pupils dilating all the way.)

What the f—

(A seemingly soulless Tundra suddenly bursts into Pringle’s lair, their eyes turned a pure lime green. They walk towards Pringle, who snaps their digital pads, causing Tundra’s eyes to go back to their usual purple. They rub their head.)

Ugh… what was that??

YOU’RE HERE.

…Oh. Hey, I thought you reserved your subconscious mind-control skills for important occasions?

WELL, YEAH.

I HEARD YOU WANTED TO SPEAK TO ME, THOUGH. SPILL THE BEANS, TUNDRA.

Oh. Okay.

(Tundra clears their throat.)

Have you worked a way to get Sprigg back to the Wakeful World?

The what?

(It’s what is Dreambound Mythicals call where all the Monsters actually live. You know—the real world.)

(So none of this is real?)

(Well… it’s complicated. It’s real, but not real at the same time. Can I speak to Pringle now?)

(Okay.)

AS YOU WERE SAYING?

Did you find a way for Sprigg to go back to the Wakeful World?

AH! OF COURSE. HOLD ON, LET ME JUST…

(Pringle butt-scooches to… what looks like a box of cat toys. They rummage in it, sending laser toys, squeaky mice, and feather rods flying in the air.)

GAH!

Watch your head, Sprigg.

AH! THERE IT IS.

(Pringle holds up a very crumpled piece of looseleaf paper. They butt-scooch to where they were before, and hand the sheet to Sprigg.)

HERE. I WROTE THE INSTRUCTIONS ON HOW TO TELEPORT BACK ON THIS THING.

…It looks like it was ripped from a teenage Monster’s notes for high school.

BECAUSE IT WAS.

???

(Tundra facepalms.)

OKAY, BYE! HAVE FUN!

PRINGLE—

Wait, but—

*FWOOSH*

(Sprigg and Tundra sit on the Mythical Island floor outside of Pringle’s box, having apparently been teleported in a hurry.)

…Galv-fucking-dammit.

They only ever teleport other Monsters like that when they’re in a hurry… something must be going on.

Huh.

…Anyways, Cameo and I had a conversation about you leaving a few days ago. He said that he’s really going to miss having you around as a friend, so I might as well look for the time to host a “goodbye party”. At least that’s what Cameo wants.

I’ll see you later. Tell me when you’re ready to leave.

(Tundra walks away. Sprigg looks down at the sheet of paper Pringle gave them.)

…Okay. I’ll just read this, then.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

jimmy finally posts on this blog (real?!?!)

-Mod Jimmy 🗣️

[haruzen-ampy]

Missing Prisoner EP

Hi phighting fandom, I'm here with my first ever completed fanfic!

Alt. fic name: The Traumatized Eyes Under The Bright Visor

Word count: 2170 words

A few things to note: this is like half head canon half canon kinda stuff, im not good at writing, boombox is aroace here i aint shipping shit with him 🗣📣📣📣🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯‼️‼️‼️‼️,hes also ran away from lost temple to playground, and everyone in this fic is so ooc im so sorry

TWs : swearing, domestic abuse, implied self-harm

TL;DR: Boombox telling Rocket about his horrible past.

The sun sets lazily, putting down a soft peachy tint across the Playground buildings. The soothing evening breezes revitalizes two worn out phighters on their way home. Boombox: Hey Rocket, wanna listen to a fun fact? Rocket: Hmm? Ya! Sure,whassit Boom? Boombox: I'm actually not from here,Playground. I'm a Lost Temple member. Escaped their agonizing past. Rocket snickers: I dun buy it,yo! Yer height is lying for someone who "ran away" from Lost Temple! And I dunno if I could believe ya! Raises his eyebrows, Boombox asks: Then how many percent of you thinks that's true? Rocket: Like 50%-70% ish???  Boombox: Then if you want to, I'll make it to 100% for you. Rocket: Then go on den! Ya must have a long story to tell. Luckily for ya 'am free this whole evening!  Boombox: Hmmm... Where should I start?

A genius. A musical prodigy. "Someone who was born with musical talent". His childhood was showered with praises and cheers as his trophies keep filling up his shelves. His parents were proud of him, and he do,too! But who would deny he isn't talented, for someone writing and composing a whole original song at the age of 6?

Rocket: So ya are just flexin bout your past!  That isn't something to be mad of, agonizing, or traumatizing to you. And I'm jealous too, having both pa-

Boombox: This is just the beginning, Ket.

A stubborn, wild kid at heart. All he love at the age of 12 was his parents, his boombox, the arcade, this world, and freedom. Then time goes by, anxiety and negative thoughts creeps around. Night time you can hear him sobbing about every single thing to ever exist. But it's all natural right? As his friendships began to crumble, his grades falling, the time schedule and deadline piling high, or the phight practice was too rough to deal with. But as a Lost Temple dweller, he have to keep his expectations high.

.

.

.

-Wake up, sleepyhead...

-Wake up, dear...

-Wake up. 

-BOOMBOX CAN'T YOU JUST WAKE UP EARLY FOR ONCE!?

Yea. He blacked out last night from all the crying and making up tunes for his songs, but nothing feels like a burst from all the bore sound he makes. What day is it today? Sunday. It's Sunday. Yet his mom woke him up at six, due to one singular time he was late to school, earning him a phone call from the teacher, and leaving his parents disappointed. But that isn't that serious to the point his mom have to forcefully do it?

But that wasn't all his teenage pain caused by his parents during these years Boombox had to suffer.

High school was a nightmare. And it wasn't because he was constantly bullied, it was his performance and the teachers. It's either the whole class gets a low grade together, or he's the grand sacrifice and gets the worst grade in class, while everyone gets a much higher score despite he grinded all of his free time and training time into studying for those tests. 

Eyes upon eyes of judgements from his teachers, always so fixated on his behavior,be it bad or good.

And of course, messing around with the school rules means some kind of punishment. A new rule in this household. To the thirteen years old then, they are just restrains to keep him in place.

Rocket: So ya said you were shit at school right? That explains why your Phinisher was so simple, and the way you dive head first into the enemies just to wait for Medkit to patch ya up.

Boombox: I'm not that much of an idiot like you think, 'Ket. You may not believe it, but I could analyze when to do it and when I should refrain myself. I could differentiate a new phighter in the scene from an experienced one.

Rocket: mmmmm kay Mr Wisebeats, continue then.

Indeed. Despite his grade was so horrible, he can skim through a long essay and have a clear grasp of what it's saying. Besides, the child prodigy is still inside him. Damaged and tattered. But it's not ready to give up just yet.

Many of the articles he spent reading were about mental illnesses,abuses,and the most important ones are effects of childhood trauma on daily life. And maybe… that’s the first time he knew something he, nor his parents know. He was clearly damaged from every word his parents thrown at him in a fit of rage. 

“I love you,dear” can never cure him. And neither does “I always care about you.” At first, the child was crying streams of tears. Knowing he is being refrained from his usual stimulations. His tears slowly dry up. And now staring blankly at someone he was forced to identify as his parent figures. Because he was taught not to talk back to his parents,but if he can, it can be longer and more logical than everything they have to say to him.

He never heard a single “sorry” or “It’s my fault” from them. In this family, he’s the one whose sorries and fault spills out.

Food never tastes flavorless when they have a family dinner. He supplies them with his tears. The last to enter the table, the first to exit the meal. Because he got nothing good to say, nor does his parents. He wants to skips every feast they have together.

Giving the other a sympathetic gaze, Rocket asks: That sounds rough. Did ya have anyone to talk to then? Boombox smirks: I’ll give you a hint. Your beloved. Rocket: Sword? Fer realsies? Stop teasin me while you are dumping your own past! Boombox: We are just one year apart. If Sword and you can be together, then I could be his friend during those dull years of high school. In fact, he helped me with my epic getaway! he chuckles. “You can ask him after we’re done.”

Sword was pretty rowdy and reckless in his teenage years. And meeting up with Boombox as a senior was a spin of mood from all of the Junior High nightmares the latter faced. It feels magical. Sword always listens to him venting about his parents,how he hates them,and how he desires to run away and never come back,vanishing his bloodline away. Arcade workers never see one of them alone, and loud noises of trash talking with occasional cackles here and there makes the younger one feels better. Was it comfort that he has been looking for? They have many things in common. Yet the only thing Boombox desires was the freedom that Sword had. The presence of the older one made the green-horned demon know what to do. It’s either he has to deal with his parents, sooner or later, or those chains will ruin his dreams and ambitions.

But he also has another plan in mind if all fails him.

His room’s door silently closes. He despises his blinding and glimmering past sitting for ages on his shelves. But they cannot shine in this void of sorrow. Nothing was there except his electric piano, his blanket, himself, and his reflection staring at him the way he stared blankly, yet focused at it. His drafting compass was there too. …He hesitantly grabbed it. Thoughts racing around his head. Should he be doing this? Should he not? Maybe a bit of blood leaking won’t hurt. Maybe it does. What if he will get addicted to the pain and it will be too late to stop in the future. Will he regret this? clink. And the compass is now lying, lifeless in the corner of the void. -What were you thinking? No no no nononono no!!!!! Your future is still bright! What if Sword wakes up one day and you don’t again? You are not easing anyone’s pain. You don’t, and never want your friends to cry and bawling about you right? Please. You will find a way through this mess.

Teary-eyed and weary, he blacked out again. Hope is still glowing inside him.

-So this is goodbye then? -I think so. -Y’know, I sometimes wish I were you. Having guardian figures isn't even mortal to be bothered with normal affairs. -I guess…? Venomshank is kinda busy, so he wouldn’t care much about how I perform academically, nor my future job, or a partner. I’m not so sure your parents would be the same as him. -They said they want me to become a classical composer or a pianist, or I have to throw away my gear and be normal demons and doing 9-5 jobs just like ‘em. But they also told me they wouldn’t care about what the shit I will be doing after graduating from high school though. -Do you actually believe them? -... 30%. -Say, you have to sit through one more year of high school right? -Yea… but to be honest, I’m fucking ready to drop out of school everytime. -So call me when you have considered everything unbearable in this current household. We will be escaping when the stars are still here. -Thank you so much, bestie! -Eh, that’s the least I can do to help you.

What time is it? 7pm on an unusually hot spring day. His last academic year is about to end. He’s kinda glad that both of them haven’t argued with him for a week. Because apparently he hurted one of his parents as an act of self defence after one gets mad when he accidentally did not answer their call and spanks him.

“That should be the last thing I need to pack.” He thought to himself. Dialing a familiar number, telling the older one to ready to stand outside the younger one’s house,and get ready to roll when he signs he’s fully set up mentally and physically. He heads out of his room, trying to find his parents. They are out for some groceries. But they will be back soon. He knocks on his windows and open it, before landing on the ground and head straight into the taxi with Sword waiting for him. -Got your stuff with ya? Is your gear with you? -Yea, everything checks out. Where we heading? -My mentor's friend. He knows like. Tons of thaumaturgic shit. Normally he would use it to trolls others though. But I ask him to be extra nice to you and hopefully nothing goes wrong. -Did you bribe him with something. -What kinda question is that? I wouldn't even do that to a deity like my mentor! -Ya sure?Answer the question, Sword. -He asked me to buy him a massive amount of eggs. I'm motherfucking broke. Venomshank's gonna kill me for sure. -BAHAHAHAH- That's what you get from doing deals with shady deities! -SHUT UP,ALRIGHT? YOU BETTER BE GLAD BECAUSE HE LET YOU ALONE INSTEAD OF REPLACING YOUR GEAR WITH SOMETHING USELESS!

They then proceed to have their regular conversation with jokes here and there. The night never felt so relaxing, and the wind combs his messy hair which he would normally pull due to stress.

The Blackrock bridge is their destination. What’s Sword thinking? Or at least, planning? Does he really have to participate in a ritual for him to actually achieve freedom? The red-horned demon bends over to knock on the bridge base, calling for someone named Darkheart. Moments later,he greets with a seven feet tall demon, dressed with worn down robes and cape, a hat sits neatly on top of the gigantic demon’s head, and a boney, grotesque wing pokes outside of his body. Boombox felt chills running from his spines by the look of him. But Sword will be the one who do the talking.  After a small talk, the deity told him he’s gonna be teleported to an apartment room in Playground, which the said apartment owner will be dealt with later. Of course, he would ask about the legitimacy of it,but then again, it’s magic. They will totally believe it,... right?

Sword told him there’s someone he knows and friends with there, which he should check the demon in question out later.

Now he’s ready for a new life ahead, without daily shouting and threats from his parents. May the future be kind with him, for a soul that never tasted true platonic love.

Rocket: Wait, is that why you stumbled into Ranged Royale just to find me back then? Even we haven’t met? Boombox replies: “Sword gave me a lil bit of your appearance info to find ya. He said I should make some connection in a newer place.” He spins his phone out of his pocket: “We could call him to fact check right now if you want to.” Rocket sighs: Fine, but are you sure he’s free right now? Boombox: Sword’s online right now, I think Venomshank gave him a day off or something. Rocket: Alrighto! Call ‘im for the sake of verity then! 

And the evening continues.

[that-innovating-artist]

TITH || Chapter One: The Hellfire Club

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Hawkins, Indiana • Forest Hills Trailer Park [Zonoff Trailer]

March 21st, 1986

Early morning sunlight filtered through the shutters. I groaned, pivoting in my bed. I already knew I had a restless night, so I thought, fuck it, proceeded to unshuffle the covers, and got dressed for school. My room was chaotically disorganized. On my desk, piles of paper stacked several millimeters tall. The lamp was on, as I must’ve forgotten to turn it off last night. I draped my bookbag over the side of the wooden chair and my Walkman was waiting for me on my oak wood nightstand, plugged in and ready.

A pink Lava Lamp circulated its bubbles, and I tapped the off button. On the far side of my room was my partially open closet, where I mostly littered articles of apparel on the ground in a heap. I only had a few clothes actually hung up like they’re supposed to be. I was notorious for throwing things on the floor and not doing anything about it.

My violet-colored walls stood out against the Bon Jovi posters, the Nightmare On Elm Street poster, some mother-daughter pictures, and a compilation of Polaroid photographs with Eddie, Eleven, Dustin, Lucas, Max, Mike, and Will splayed across in clustered masses hung by yellow sticky notes with the handwritten date of the snapshot. I scrutinized the one with Eddie. It was the Summer of ‘84. The photo was of us in our swim gear at the local Quarry, hanging upside down from taut branches with our knees, sticking our tongues out at the camera. I was giving the lens the middle finger with my two hands.

The other one with him was of us at the Fourth of July parade in downtown Hawkins when he snuck in a surprise kiss on my cheek while his other arm wrapped around my waist. He was wearing a Metallica logo shirt, and I was wearing a red, white, and blue tie-dye crop top with pale blue jean shorts. I thought nothing of it as I thought it was just a cordial gesticulation, but looking back, I think he was trying to tell me something, such as, “Hey, I think I love you.” To others, it might appear that we don’t get along, but in actuality, beneath the surface of the “we’re just friends” façade, hides something else. Unrequited passion. For now.

Dustin has continually told me Eddie speaks admiringly of me and has, in the Henderson boy’s own words, “A major crush on you.” Every time he says that, my cheeks tone the shade of a red pepper and I get all flustered. He ships me and Eddie. It’s pretty obvious. I hustled out of my room and into the kitchen, where I made myself breakfast. After eating, I put my dirty plate in the dishwasher and headed into my Mom’s room silently.

Her morning shift at RadioShack didn’t start ‘till 8:00AM and I had a bus to catch at 6:45AM, so she rarely wakes until 7:15AM. I leaned over her bedside and embraced her for a minute, relishing the security I felt when I hugged her or when she hugged me. “Love you, Mama,” I whispered. “See you later.” I planted a kiss on her hair and walked out of the room, positioning my headphones on my ears and pressing the play button on my Walkman. Unbeknownst to me, that would be the last time I saw my mother alive.

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Hawkins, Indiana • Hawkins High School [The Gym]

“Good morning, Hawkins High!” Jason Carver declared into the microphone. The surrounding students cheered, and I glanced at Max with a look that said, “Why the fuck am I here listening to this moron?” Jason and I’s rivalry is another thing that is well known around Hawkins HS. We despise each other, and the last thing I wanted to do was to be stuck in a gym listening to him give some stupid speech. I stood there, glaring at the basketball player.

He was six feet with dirty blonde hair curved to the side and a little curl that touched the eyebrow of his left eye and had blue-gray eyes. His athletic outfit was that of green jogging pants with a white stripe running down both sides of the pants, the standard colors of Hawkins High School. His tank top had his number on it - 12 - with the embroidered letters that spelled H-A-W-K-I-N-S.

“Thank you,” he said. “It’s been a tough year for Hawkins. The mall fire last year. All those people we lost in that disaster. Think of Melissa. Think of Heather. Think of Billy…”

At the third name he listed, I glanced at Max. Her face fell, and I put an arm around her. We didn’t notice that Jason gave Max a repentant look when he mentioned Billy’s name, and on the contrary, I gave that asshole credit for actually caring. Or at least pretending to care.

“Think of our heroic police Chief, Jim Hopper…”

Please stop, I thought, glaring daggers at the basketball player. You’re so annoyingly pathetic.

“Last night, when we were losing, I looked at my team and I said, think of them. Think of what they would want. They wouldn’t want us to just sit around and not fight to honor their names. They would want us to win, to win this championship game that is happening here at home tonight!”

I don’t think their last thoughts were whether we’d win a championship game. That means nothing. The students caterwauled, and I stood there yielding my wits. I was going to be DOA by the time lunch rolled around if I didn’t get out of here any sooner.

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Hawkins, Indiana • Hawkins High School [The Cafeteria]

The bell rang, and it was finally time for lunch. I zoomed out of sixth period and went straight to the cafeteria. I glanced around. The Hellfire Club boys were sitting at their usual table, as were the Cheerleading and Basketball Team. The line to get lunch was dreadful. It took forever. “But, as long as you’re into band,” Eddie’s voice rang across the room. I rolled my eyes. Here we go again.

“Or science, or… parties,” he continued sneeringly, walking on the table with conviction. His gaze drifted from the party clique table to Jason. “Or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets!”

An orchestra of boos sounded, and I just stood there with my arms crossed. The Carver boy stood up from his spot next to Chrissy, jeering, “You want something, freak?”

Eddie stuck his tongue out and imitated the Devil horns on his head using his fingers, and Jason muttered, “Prick.”

It was going to be a long, long day.

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Hawkins, Indiana • Forest Hills Trailer Park [Zonoff Trailer]

“Mom, I’m home!” The keys jangled in my hand as I struggled to close the entrance. “Goddamn it,” I muttered, shoving myself against the entryway. “Just fucking lock!”

The key finally twisted and latched the door, and I threw my fob on the counter and into my bag. A fly buzzed around me, and I flinched as I realized what it was. Flies were always encroaching on the trailer, so it was no surprise one greeted me. I tried smashing it in my hands, but all it did was evade my palms. The tiny insect flew into the living room and I paused dead in my tracks.

There my mother was, bones twisted and eyes removed. I gasped in horror, tentatively approaching the body. She was killed. I stood there in stupefaction, my brain firing. What happened to her?

Who could do this to another human being? The realization finally dawned on me and I collapsed to the floor, sobbing and screaming a blood-curdling yell. “No!” I screeched as I tugged her close to me. I pressed a finger on the back of her neck to check for a pulse, but found nothing. “No! No! No! Mom, wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Please! Please! Please!”

By that time I knew she was gone, but part of me annulled to believe that. Drops of her blood coated my crop top, but I didn’t care. I wailed loudly, ultimately succumbing to quietness and never letting her now defenseless body go. What I thought was my mind playing tricks on me but would later on find out it wasn’t, I could hear the distorted, muffled noise of a grandfather clock chiming five times…

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[wholemountain]

33 For 33.

First of all, I probably haven’t written a list like this since MySpace was still popular….But I had some time to kill today so here we go.

I’m the eldest child. I have both a younger sister and a younger brother.

I was born in Guam. My dad was in the military so we moved around quite a bit when I was a kid.

Sharks absolutely terrify me. I’ve had nightmares about them for years and have an app on my phone that tracks them.

I went through a phase where I was pretty into WWE because I love the Bella Twins. I spent my 28th birthday at SummerSlam but my interest in it faded after the twins retired.

I have a habit of romanticizing many things in life while still being overly realistic when it comes to others.

I’m not religious by any means but I am spiritual.

Because I struggle with my own impulsivity, I try not to make permanent decisions based on temporary emotions.

I don’t particularly like watching sports on TV nor do I have any favorite teams, but I do enjoy the atmosphere of watching them in person.

I’m left-handed.

I got my dog from a friend who wasn’t quite ready for the responsibility. After living in multiple different homes for the few first months of her life, I like to think she was meant to find her way to me.

I have a Bachelor’s Degree in History but if I could go back and do it over I would have majored in something more practical.

I had braces on my top teeth for a short period of time in high school and still wear my retainer most nights. Furthermore, I enjoy going to the dentist and having my teeth cleaned.

I wanted to be like Buffy The Vampire Slayer when I was kid. I idolized strong, female protagonists.

I’m not materialistic at all but I am sentimental when it comes to certain things.

I prefer real books but download many to my phone because it’s more convenient. I love to read.

I cope with difficult situations by cracking (sometimes inappropriate) jokes in relation to whatever it is I’m going through. I try to deal with things quickly; I’m not a wallower.

I like the smell of gasoline.

Trash Reality TV is my guilty pleasure.

I do not enjoy getting my hair or nails done because I have a strong dislike for small talk and have a hard time sitting still for that long. It’s a chore for me.

To piggyback off of my last statement, I skipped both my high school and college graduations because I didn’t care to sit through the ceremonies.

It eats me up inside to think I’ve hurt someone’s feelings, whether I meant to in the moment or not.

I’ve had digestive issues since I was a teenager….but I guess a good portion of the country does now too. I love to eat regardless.

I’ll answer to Ber, Burger, Burg, Wholemountain, and a few other pet names I’ve acquired over the years. But my family just calls me Amber Babe.

I believe music is medicine.

I watch way too much true crime. I’m both fascinated and horrified by murder psychology.

In my 30s, a phrase that I’ve learned to both love and live by is that the word “no” is a complete sentence.

If I could have any superpower, it’d probably be time travel because I’d love to experience different periods in history.

Although I’m typically extroverted by nature, I really do value having time to myself. I need it in order to function properly.

As a teenager, I took off to New York in the middle of the night with my then boyfriend and younger sister in tow without telling my parents. That’s too long of a story to get into but I only made it as far as New Jersey before I had to turn back around.

On that same note, in my 20s I had lunch at a rest stop with a bunch of truckers I’d just met on my way home from a solo trip to Nashville. (Disclaimer: I am not promoting this type of reckless behavior.)

I do my best thinking in the car. If I’ve got something I need to sort out, I take a drive.

I often say that I found myself in a cheap box of Walmart hair dye. My siblings are still blonde, but I’ve been dying my hair darker for years.

In today’s world, it’s become trendy to share every little piece of your daily life on social media. I feel that my privacy is something that I’m placing value in more and more.

It was definitely more difficult than I anticipated to come up with 33 random things about myself on the spot but I managed. The End.

— Amber Lyn. 2023.

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Abuse of Children Portrayed in Film

I like to use movies as an escape from the harshness of the real world and one of the things that I have learned about in my education is the effects on children when they are mistreated. I have a Masters Degree in Developmental Psychology and one of the hardest classes for me to handle was Abnormal Development in Children and Adolescents. We covered everything from dealing with dyslexia and ADHD to surviving severe abuse and loss at a very early age. We had guest speakers that ranged from people who had escaped genocide as children, to individuals who had been sold into prostitution by their parents, to people who had suffered severe abuse from their parents or guardian. I have heard stories that will stick with me forever and that is nightmare fuel that I don't want to share.

Because of my background education, I take note of the treatment and behavior of children and adolescents in the movies that I watch. There have been many great movies over the years that have depicted the suffering of children and it has always been difficult for me to deal with. There are more well known examples of films that focus on suffering but throw in more of a "sometimes we all suffer, even the children" message that demonstrate that kids aren't immune to great travesties (basically any film about The Holocaust). There are also well known films that show children "coming of age" through hardship (Annie 1982, Oliver! 1968) but end perfectly. There is a more current series of films that focuses entirely on a boy discovering a fantasy world that was robbed from him when his parents were murdered by a tyrant (Harry Potter series). But in this list I want to review some lesser known films that show examples of abuse. Even after all that I have seen and heard, the following list of films have affected me personally for one reason or another. Sometimes the children in these films endure and overcome their situation in the end. Sometimes these children do not survive or sadly remain in their misfortunes. To me, this can make the movie all the more powerful because of the incredible amount of pathos that endangering a child character can add. It can also make it a heart wrenching experience that is painful to watch. Here are some powerful films in which children suffer and the struggle is one of the main plot lines of the movie:

SPOILER WARNING AND VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISORY!!! I AM GOING TO GIVE AWAY THE PLOT TO THESE FILMS AND IT SHOULD GO WITHOUT SAYING THAT SOME OF THE PLOTS ARE DISTURBING!!! EITHER WATCH THE FILM IF YOU DON'T WANT SPOILERS OR CHECK OUT THE FOLLOWING SUMMARIES IF YOU WOULD RATHER JUST HEAR WHAT HAPPENS SO YOU KNOW IF YOU WANT TO WATCH OR NOT!!!

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Sybil (TV Movie) 1976

I just recently saw this film after I had heard of the story in my abnormal development class almost 10 years ago. It is the story of a woman who developed multiple personalities to deal with a childhood in the care of an undiagnosed schizophrenic mother. The movie stars Sally Fields and is based on a true account of Shirley Ardell Mason and her treatment by psychologist Cornelia Wilbur. The acting in the film is overdramatic at times, but it definitely reminded me of some of the actual old videos of Shirley Mason and her sudden strange switches in personality when she was scared or anxious. Dr. Wilbur used hypnosis to actually introduce Mason to her alternate personalities and she was able to recognize her disassociative identity disorder and overcome it. It still hurts me to think that this person was mentally wounded so deeply by her parents that it basically shattered her into pieces in an effort to make sense of things.

Leon: The Professional 1994

I mention this film a lot because it is a heartwarming story of an assassin teaching a young orphan how to murder. It is the breakout role for Natalie Portman and it is just amazing. Leon is a "cleaner" that lives next door to an abusive and addictive family with a troubled girl named Mathilda. The father gets in trouble with the mob and some enforcers come by and slaughter most of the family while Mathilda is getting groceries. She returns during the massacre and realizes what is happening so continues next door and pleads for shelter. Leon takes her in and teachers her the trade and protects her from the men who want to finish her off. The movie was written and directed by Luc Besson and stars Jean Reno, Gary Oldman, and Natalie Portman. The suffering that this girl endures because of her parent's addictions hurts me, yet I have seen and enjoyed this film many times. I recommend watching when in the mood to be deeply affected by the trials of a little girl and the killer who protected her.

Kids 1995

This film came out when I was early in high school and bothered me greatly. It is a story by Harmony Korine, and one of his many attempts to capture the hopeless lives of unmotivated and unsupervised teens. These are young teens having unprotected sex, stealing money to do drugs, and attacking people in the park. I did not really go to these kinds of parties when I was that age (or ever really) and it has bothered me to think that adolescents would partake in this kind of behavior. It is hard for me to believe that these kids had the ability to mentally comprehend the consequences of their actions and some of the characters end up contracting HIV from each other. I would not recommend the film because it is a depressing day in the life that no youth should have.

Gummo 1997

I would not call this a good movie and I wouldn't really recommend it. It is another work by Harmony Korine and really details the depravity that can occur with unsupervised youths living in low socio-economic conditions. This movie is just depressing and motivated me to find something to motivate me into action. I got into both psychology and teaching, which has served me well for the past 20 years. It was this film that showed me how low the bar for quality of life could be, and I guess for that I am thankful. However, I still wouldn't recommend it.

Happiness 1998

This movie I didn't see right away but noticed it at the video store on many occasions. I final watched it when I was about 25 on the recommendation of a friend and one particular storyline greatly disturbed me. It is basically the story of 3 sisters that feel they should be happy and project a face of happiness, yet they are miserable and have horrible lives. One sister in particular is married to a psychiatrist who turns out to be a pedophile that rapes the friends of his young son. At one point rather early on in the movie, this man confesses to his son that he raped the boy's friends and that he would do it again. The son is so confused that he asks his father why he never raped him. It is so disturbing to me because I know the boys that were assaulted will be forever damaged and this boy who was not actually raped will be mentally scarred as well. The fact that there are people in the world that would harm children that way, recognize what they had done, and then know they didn't have the self control to stop themselves from doing it again is horrifying to me.

Lilya 4-Ever 2002

This film is deeply disturbing and I highly recommend never watching it. I will spoil it for you now so you never have to see it if you don't want. A 16-year-old girl named Lilya lives with her mother. The mom gets a boyfriend and the couple move to America and abandons Lilya with a neglectful aunt. The aunt movies into the old apartment of her sister and Lilya is forced to move out and become a prostitute to make money. A boy comes along and convinces her to move to Sweden to escape her life. When they arrive, this boy sells her to a pimp and she becomes a teenage sex slave. She almost escapes, but is then captured and beaten almost to death. She escapes again and this time commits suicide so she won't be recaptured. This movie is awful and changed my mind about giving every film a chance. I wish I could forget this film, but I can't. Perhaps it is just not for me, but this film presentation is definitely an experience that you won't soon forget.

The Kite Runner 2007

I read this book in my twenties and saw the film in my thirties and both affected me greatly. A well-to-do boy and his friend are in a kite battle competition and the friend is beaten and raped when he goes to retrieve a fallen kite. The well-to-do boy denies knowing what happened to his friend (he does know) and basically shames and abandons him. This action haunts the well-to-do boy for the rest of his life. How the boy who was raped is basically falling prey to blaming the victim is heartbreaking, and the lifetime of guilt of the other boy is pitiable. Neither boy was the actual attacker yet they both were the ones that suffered.

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There are many other examples of movies along these lines and could be found if you feel like suffering. I can't say that I would recommend them because they are very difficult to watch. Beyond just dealing with the content, it is rare to find child actors who can actually portray somebody who has truly suffered. The mix of bad acting and a depressing plot can make for a terrible movie going experience. The genre of movie involving suffering does exist, though, and it could be enjoyed (?) by some. Just not generally by me.

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Wooing for Beginners by sunsetmog | T | 4362 There's a girl at school Louis is dying to impress, but Louis ends up impressing Nick instead. A sort-of bookshop/high school/Saturday job AU with extra baking and not enough fish fingers.

Things Unsaid by LadyLondonderry | G | 4439 "That chunky oversized sweater is like a clown outfit made for winter." It feels like time slows down. Those words echo in his mind, familiar. Why are they familiar? The— the sweater he saw last week. The one with all the knit squares. The train slows to a stop and Louis just— he doesn’t move. He feels frozen in place as people surge around him. Suddenly everyone is moving too fast and then just as suddenly the car is near empty, taking off again. The man is gone. His soulmate is gone. Or, where you have a tattoo of the first thought your soulmate has when they see you.

Bookworm by i_amthecosmos | E | 7247 Liam is a bookstore employee who hates books. Louis doesn't know about the second part.

You're a Nightmare, I'm a Disaster by lululawrence | nr | 7413 As Nick scanned the shelves, his eyes caught on a bright blue binding. Snooki, it read, A Shore Thing. “Oh my God,” Nick mumbled, trying not to laugh as he picked it up. He’d watched bits and pieces of Jersey Shore way back in the day. Without bothering to look any further around the store, he headed up to the counter where Blue eyes was watching him. Nick cleared his throat nervously and set the book on the counter and the man immediately flashed him a look of disdain. “Seriously? Out of everything we have available, you chose the book we special ordered for a customer?” “Well, it can’t be that bad if someone specifically requested it, right?” Nick said, trying to keep a teasing tone. “Why do you think we still have it if it was a special order?” the man asked with a scoff. “They returned it after reading something like three pages.” Nick frowned at the book. “Well that doesn’t seem very fair.” Or the one where Nick is a writer, Louis works in a bookshop, and things don't exactly start off on the right foot, but they might just end on it.

Dancing Away With My Heart by thewherethefislouisface | M | 7970 “You’re not the boy I thought you were Harry Styles.” Louis isn’t sure if he’s talking about teenager Harry or grown up Harry. “Yeah?” Harry swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Louis is rather drunk so he’s bound to say shit he might not normally. “I wanted to kiss you so bad that night,” Louis whispers. It's the first time either one of them have made mention to prom night years earlier. “You remember that?” Harry asks, his eyes glossy. OR Harry and Louis are prom night cliches, who meet again years later!

Anonymous Said by alivingfire | T | 21158 When Harry was sixteen, he reached out for someone, anyone, to help him through the hardest days of his life. When Louis was eighteen, he answered. While they didn't know each other's names or faces or lives at all, really, it didn't stop them from falling a little bit in love. And when Harry moves to Manchester for uni two years later, he meets a boy in a bookshop named Louis and wonders why it all feels so easy. Or: two boys, two blogs, two years of anonymous messages, and a bookshop where it all comes together.

Singing To Tiny Dancer by BriaMaria | E | 22734 “Yes!” Harry punched a fist into the air. He laughed at the confusion that wrinkled the little space between Louis’ brows. “What?” “You’re flirting with me,” Harry smiled, letting his dimples pop. Louis’ face went blank for two seconds and then he rolled his eyes, one side of his mouth lifting. “Am not.” “You soooo are,” Harry sang out, poking him in the shoulder. “You like me.” “I was simply showing you how to actually bring… what did you call it? Your A-game.” Harry adopted a patronizing expression, sure it would piss him off. “And you did great. Really.” “Oi, fuck off,” Louis said, but he was actually laughing now. Outright. It was gorgeous and Harry wanted to live in this moment forever. It was the very best one he’d experienced. He wanted to always remember the image of Louis’ crinkled eyes, the sound of his breathy giggles, the smell of citrus that radiated off him as he swayed in his amusement. And Louis didn’t even know his name. Or ... When everything gets to be a bit too much for A-list actor Louis Tomlinson, he runs back to the town he had never really called home and the boy who was the only one he did.

The Changer and the Changed by homosociallyyours | M | 59496 It’s the spring of 1977 and Harry Styles has just moved to New York City after graduating college. She knows she’s a lesbian. She just needs to figure out how to meet other lesbians. Louis Tomlinson works at a popular women’s bookstore in the Lower East Side, Womon’s Direction, where she spends her days reading feminist literature, writing poetry, exchanging friendly barbs with her boss Niall, and dreaming of finding someone to love. When Harry and Louis meet, their connection is instantaneous. Slowly but surely, Louis welcomes Harry into her community of women. Stonewall veteran and old school butch Niall; Liam, a land dyke who’s moved to the city for love; and Zayn, a lesbian musician who’s been ostracized by a vocal part of women’s community for being trans, welcome Harry with open arms, ready to help her find her place in New York City’s bustling lesbian scene. It’s a time of growth for everyone involved.

Lightning Strikes Twice by dinosaursmate | E | 104570 Louis slipped his hand onto Harry’s thigh, snaking his fingers up and inwards. “I’m a big fan. You’re so talented, and I have to admit that I actually fancy you a bit.” “Yeah?” Harry reached up to push Louis’ fringe out of his eyes. “Well, you know, I like to try and be accommodating to my fans.” “You’re quite well known for that,” Louis whispered as he turned his head some more, their mouths an inch apart. “So I hear.” --- Rock star Harry Styles was nineteen when he met Louis, a groupie with a huge heart that Harry couldn’t quite shake from his mind. Fate granted him a second chance at the age of sixty, his washed up and lonely existence being transformed by a widower with a bookshop.

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Baby Just Dive Right In (Follow My Lead) by LiveLaughLoveLarry | T | 1686 Harry and Louis compete together in the men's 10m synchronized platform diving. They also live together. They also are together. Not as many people know that last part -- though not because Harry and Louis are hiding anything. They're just not showing it off. But they are seeing how much innuendo they can get away with before someone clues in. Turns out: a lot. ~*~ “You don’t think anyone’s gonna pick up on things from that?” Harry shrugs. “They haven’t so far,” he points out. “And we haven’t exactly been subtle. I mean, your face when they asked you if there were any girls you were excited to meet at the Olympics? Priceless.” “Oh, you’re one to talk,” Louis says. “What was it you said last month? ‘Until I find the perfect girl, I have Louis’?” “Nice to know you have it memorized,” Harry says. “Was that before or after you told the interviewer that I’m a great boyfriend?”

Everything You Touch Turns To Gold by nothing_but | E | 4158 When Louis had retreated to his hotel room in the evening after a long day of commentating, he found himself on his bed, scrolling through twitter. There was a lot more going on than he was used to. The tweets he got to see were all pretty similar. Best of #rio2016 commentators thirsting for @HarryStyles. Something to say to that @Louis_Tomlinson #BBC Olympics Fic, featuring Great Britain's swimmer (and medal hope) Harry Styles and sports commentator Louis Tomlinson, who finds it incredibly difficult to keep reporting objectively.

Like Flying | M | 5954 The Olympics are really just an excuse for falling in love. Plus fencing and gymnastics.

Pick a star by retts | E | 6081 Remember last year after we won the Olympics? God, Zayn, that had been a fantastic fuck. Or porn, porn, porn, and sap.

We've got nothing to lose by iwontseecadyagain | nr | 12181 “Oops!” A deep and slow voice fills Louis’ ears as an arm reaches around his waist, to keep Louis from rebounding into another white-outfitted body – this time a short young girl who could only be gymnast. “Hi,” Louis replies as he turns to smile up at the person and thank him for preventing Louis’ life from dissolving into a real-life game of Pong, but the words dry up in his throat when he sees. The person is a boy, tall and lanky with curly brown hair pushed away from his face messily and held back by a gaudy Union Jack scarf, green eyes sparkling from all the camera flashes and impossibly pink lips curled in a wide smile that nearly encompasses his whole face. And Louis recognizes him instantly. And he thinks that maybe if walking into the Olympic Stadium during the opening ceremony wasn’t enough, having Harry Styles’ arm around him might be the killing blow. Also known as an Olympics AU where Harry is a pro tennis player, and Louis is a pro footballer. They meet at the opening ceremony and fall in love, obviously.

we're feeling like gold by cxyst | M | 16664 [an inordinately fluffy au in which harry is britain’s olympic golden boy and louis is a twenty one year old retired diving star, and somehow, they end up being just what the other needs]

Oh Glory by alivingfire | E | 21027 Tomlinson looks Liam over, tilting his head. “Are you a swimmer as well?” “Yeah,” Liam says, a little cautiously. Harry wonders if it’s Tomlinson’s fame or the unimpressed eyebrow that’s making Liam wary. “Distance, I’m doing the 1500m. Harry here’s a sprinter.” “Ah,” says Tomlinson, turning his glinting eyes back to Harry. “So you’re not an endurance man.” A beat passes, and his grin grows, wide and filthy. "Shame." Harry Styles is Team Great Britain's newest swimmer, and has spent his whole life training for this moment, a chance at the gold medal in the Rio 2016 Olympics. All his training, hard work, and dedication to no distractions is tested when he's assigned to the same Rio apartment as Louis Tomlinson, British gymnast and Harry's childhood crush.

Gold Running Through My Veins by hazzayoudoing | M | 24853 Harry can’t help himself when he leers. No one ever said you had to be unaffected by your own teammate’s body. Louis has a great one. He’s compact with muscle, curves in places Harry could only dream to touch one day. They hate each other, on the surface. It’s always been this way. Some ribbing here, some eyebrow raises there. But Harry would be lying if he was forced to admit he’s never thought of Louis in a different way. “Take a picture, Styles. It’ll last longer,” Louis says as he ambles past with Zayn. His board shorts brush Harry’s shoulder, water droplets cool to the touch. “Fuck off,” Harry responds. He’s got his part to play. Or, an Olympic gymnastics AU that finds sworn enemies Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson on the same Olympic team, battling it out for gold medals in Belgium while they fall, quite stubbornly, in love. Featuring a steamy striptease in an empty gym, Harry canoodling with a gymnast from another country, a bit of sight-seeing in gorgeous Belgium and some really delicious waffles.

Kick, Push by ziamhaze | E | 85243 World champion street skateboarder Zayn Malik has been on top of the sport’s rankings since he turned pro at 15. So when the Olympic Committee announces that skateboarding will be included for the first time at the 2020 Games, he’s thrilled to take on the challenge while representing Great Britain. There’s just one thing standing in between him and adding another title to the record books: his crippling performance anxiety. But when Team GB Skateboarding’s awarded a physiotherapist with an affinity for experimental therapy methods and a crinkly eyed smile, Zayn thinks he might just have found his ticket to bringing home gold.

116 notes • Posted 2021-08-01 15:00:43 GMT

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What Happens Next by lululawrence | nr | 5430 “So anyway,” Louis said on a yawn, making Harry yawn as well. “What can I do for you?” “Uhm. Well, I was wondering how a free vacation sounded to you.” Harry knew he had Louis’ attention fully because his voice suddenly sounded much more alert. “I’d say you’re trying to sell me something, because nothing in life is free. However, I am listening.” Or a fic where Harry has to pick up the pieces and ends up on the couples cruise that should have been his honeymoon...with his best friend Louis.

Escape by friendofhayley | M | 7491 A Brooklyn Nine-Nine AU where Detectives Styles and Tomlinson have to come up with a plan to catch the Sony Crusader - Shawn Mendes. Featuring help from Captain Payne, his quirky assistant Niall, and the Zayn Malik.

Whatever Floats Your Boat by larryftnoctrl | nr | 24830 When Harry's mother convinces him to attend his ex's wedding, he must enlist support in the form of his handsome and charming best friend, flatmate and convincing fake boyfriend, Louis. With Louis by his side, the ever present sun and the plenty of open bars, an all expenses paid week long cruise doesn't seem like the worst he could do.

Found My Hallelujah by crimsontheory | E | 34753 As an engagement gift from his parents, Harry and his fiance receive an all expenses paid cruise trip for two. But one week before they're set to sail, Harry walks in on his fiance cheating on him. Newly single, with the cruise tickets in hand, and his bags already packed, Harry brings along his sister instead. And maybe the cute bartender on the ship might just be the person Harry needs to help him put back together all of his broken pieces.

Drifting, Weightless by dinosaursmate | E | 41193 “We’ve been asked to do a gig,” Niall said slowly. “Harry and Liam are completely up for it, I am too.” “Alright. What’s the catch?” Louis asked with suspicion. “It’s, um…” Niall cleared his throat. “So, Juliana was contacted by this themed cruise company, and they want us to do a four-day One Direction cruise.” The words hung in the air as Louis’ right eyebrow slowly crept up and he fixed Niall with a stare. “Absolutely not.” Louis rolled his eyes. “You’re essentially asking me to go on a working holiday with my ex. Stranded on a boat in the ocean for four days.” “Cruise ships are huge! You don’t have to see him in your down time.” --- Harry and Louis are exes with benefits until they're not, and the Mediterranean Sea might just be the perfect place to work through some unresolved issues.

Sail away with me by Star_Henderson | E | 47443 “It’s inhumane putting four blokes in one cabin.” Louis stripped off and climbed up into his top bunk. “And why did we get the smelliest twat on the whole ship and bore of the century?” Harry shrugged. “We clearly pissed someone off along the way.” Louis snorted softly. “Who do I have to bend over for to get us an upgrade?” Harry barked out a laugh. “If only it were that simple.” He rolled his eyes wistfully at Louis. “The only way I’m going to get a two berth is to throw Payno overboard and be next in line for the deputy cruise director's job.” Louis leaned up on one elbow to look over at Harry. “Would you help me weigh his body down so I don’t go to jail?” “Only If I can share your cabin.” Harry shuffled about, tucking the duvet between his legs, sweeping his hair up into a bun and securing it in a band. “I’m not being an accessory to murder and then still having to share with them two, no fucking way.” Or Louis and Harry are part of the entertainment team on board a luxury cruise liner. They hate sharing their four berth cabin with two other guys and would do anything to get a cabin of their own. One drunken night the solution was simple. They'd just get married...

It's a Better Place (Since You Came Along) by phdmama | E | 51866 When Harry Styles, a mid-level talent, Finder, and small business owner, sets off on the vacation of a lifetime with his best friend, Niall Horan, he has no idea the changes his life will undergo over the next nine days. He's got it all planned - there's going to be shore excursions, lounging by the pool on the deck of the luxurious cruise ship, not to mention margaritas. What he does not plan for are the new friends, new bonds, or the mystery from his past that comes back to haunt him, and he certainly hasn't planned for Louis.

You Make Lovin' Fun by homosociallyyours | E | 109915 Harry is a 28 year old travel writer at a gay magazine who gets the assignment to go a lesbian cruise. She figures it's a nice chance to have some fun in the sun, but she's not expecting much else-- even if her partner and best friend are both encouraging her to hook up with someone while she's there. When she locks eyes with a gorgeous silver fox from across the room, she starts to think she could've been wrong. There are lots of things standing in the way of anything real happening with her and Louis, but that doesn't stop them from falling for one another. True love isn't always easy, but they do make lovin' fun.

178 notes • Posted 2021-06-20 15:01:36 GMT

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Aphrodisiac by aimmyarrowshigh | E | 4033 The day he made roasted asparagus tips wrapped in Serrano ham with lemon aïoli, Louis knew: Harry Styles was trying to seduce him.

Cooking with Styles by adoringsmiles | E | 9119 Anyone can cook— or so they say.

When You Know by allwaswell16 | E | 17668 Years of living in the shadows has taken its toll on Louis Tomlinson. When he’s offered a chance to leave behind his life as a hired assassin, he intends to take it.

Boyfriend Material by Speechless | E | 22565 What really fucks with his head is the fact that Nick Grimshaw didn't just lie and disguise his evil plan as a birthday present. He didn't simply force Louis into his little psychological torture despite his efforts to keep that from happening. He didn't even stop after involving another innocent person into his cruel game. He also paid Harry Styles, a handsome, charming, young chef, so he would teach Louis how to cook. He told Harry Styles which days Louis works the morning shift and that's why Harry Styles knocks on his door every Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday. * So basically Nick bets Louis he can't go two months without sex. And then he introduces Harry to him. Because he's the Devil*

all the lights are full of colour by infinitelymint | E | 26727 So, fast-forwarding eight years from the day Harry met Louis, he is now a twenty-seven year old owner of one of the most up-and-coming eating establishments on the London restaurant scene, father of two wonderful boys and… separated from his husband. Now, that last part definitely was never a part of the original plan. Or, Harry and Louis are separated, but for the sake of their two sons, they choose to spend Christmas together. It may just lead to a Christmas miracle.

If I had no love to give (I wouldn't give it to you) by kingsofeverything | E | 30628 Small town restaurateur Louis Tomlinson needs someone competent to work in his kitchen. Chef Harry Styles needs a job.

Harry Styles Cooks... by sunsetmog | E | 61020(WIP) In which Louis Tomlinson can’t cook, there’s a very special shower curtain, and Harry Styles used to be a baker. Or: Louis owns all of Harry Styles’ cookbooks, and he never intends to cook a single thing out of any of them.

a yuzu grows in brooklyn by stylinsoncity | M | 66785 harry is a recent implant in new york and a young chef opening a restaurant called yuzu. louis, a music teacher and broadway lover, has been around the block for a while. in a city that's so fast-paced, they're slow to catch on to each other.

For As Long As I Can Remember (It's Been December) by green_feelings | E | 128451 After recovering from a severe accident that causes Harry to lose his memory of three years, he moves to London to start his life over as a star chef. Little does he know that when he falls in love with Louis at first sight, it’s not the first time they meet. Featuring an unintentional game of hot and cold, Harry chasing memories that won’t come back, Louis burying himself in work to try and forget what he can’t forget, Liam being torn between two of his best friends, Zayn as a moral compass and Niall saving the day with good music and brutal honesty.

184 notes • Posted 2021-04-04 15:00:45 GMT

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Slow Hands (Slow Days) by LadyLondonderry | T | 9293 Louis Tomlinson is the new vet hired on at Payne Veterinary Practice, in the middle of the Yorkshire countryside with nothing but rolling hills and farms for miles. Harry Styles is a resident farmer, with pigs and sheep and beautiful green pasture and a, confusingly, completely empty milking parlour. Maybe Louis is putting too much thought into this, but he really, really thinks Harry should have cows. And Harry really, really seems to disagree.

Lambing Season by HelloAmHere | E | 24544 “Shut up,” Louis says, an involuntary grin tugging at his mouth. It’s not every boy who will stand in the middle of a cold barn in a suit and play musician trivia. “I’m Louis.” //lambing season brings sleep deprivation, noisy alarms, cold barns, demanding animals, and warm strangers.

I was never lost, I only chose to never go home by WeAreTheLuckyOnes | E | 26425 Liam’s family farm has always held a place for troubled kids sent by parents or looking for shelter. But Harry… Harry’s not like any other kid that’s ever been through. He’s different.

Hearts on Fire by itsallaboutzarry | E | 42211 "Zayn still repeats those words to himself every day. Even this drunk, even when he tipped back shot after shot, he still mumbled them under his breath, because he won’t forget them. He won’t let himself. Believe nothing. Trust no one. Not a single word."

That's What I'm Here For by taggiecb | E | 46838 Louis Tomlinson is a dairy farmer on a tiny farm in eastern Canada. His wife of nearly thirty years has left him and his children are all grown up and out of the house. Louis needs help running his business but has no idea where to even start looking. Luckily for him his children know just the man for the job.

through the wheatfields and the coastlines by thepolourryexpress | E | 52855 “You’re not from around here, are ya?” Hot Cowboy asks, tracking his little lamb with his eyes. Louis frowns slightly, having thought he was doing pretty well at not sticking out like a sore thumb. It’s not like he’s not from around here — it’s not his first summer he’s spent at his grandparents'. But he supposes that the Manhattan city lifestyle that he’s used to is always going to shine through. “I’m visiting family for the summer,” Louis explains, cheeks a little pink. “Trying to get some work done without distractions.” Or, alternatively, the one where Louis needs inspiration, and a certain cowboy and his lamb are the perfect distraction.

Apples Always Fall (As I Do For You) by rainbowsandgucci | M | 54609 ”Due to unforeseen circumstances, help is needed here at the orchard for the impending apple season. Looking for someone able to start within the next week or two at the most, is willing to do whatever miscellaneous tasks are needed, such as picking & packing apples, running the cash register, and other handywork that may need to be done. Must be good with customers, and able to lift up to 50lbs. Help will be needed until at the least the end of October. Please contact the number found on this page, or come out to the orchard and ask for Harry. All the love xx” --- Louis is staying at his Aunt's farm in a small town in Minnesota for four months. To deal with the boredom that sets in a week into his stay, he starts working at the local apple orchard, owned by twenty six year old Harry Styles. Louis quickly finds himself falling in love with the orchard, and he finds a family in Harry's friends Niall, Liam, and Zayn. He also starts to fall in love with Harry. Falling in love with him turns out to be the easy part.

Until [Series] by allwaswell16 | E | 61,929 Rural Eagle County, Colorado wasn’t the type of place to find a famous musician or actor. At least not until songwriter Louis Tomlinson showed up with pop star Niall Horan to visit his uncle’s horse ranch, and they just happened to find themselves next door to a reclusive former movie star.

Wild And Unruly by 100percentsassy & gloria_andrews | E | 123655 Harry is a cowboy sitting on the biggest oil reservoir in Wyoming, and Louis is the paralegal assigned to pressure him into selling his land.

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Heart throbbier pt.1

Stefan Salvatore X Female reader

Requested by: Anonymous.

“can you write a Stefan Salvatore smut, where the reader is Klaus' adopted human daughter and everyone is downstairs and Stefan is fucking y/n, and since Stefan has a daddy kink, he hits a spot inside her, which makes her scream 'daddy!' then Klaus runs up to her room bashing the door open and finds Stefan in there and then it’s all Stefan and y/n vs the Mikaelsons since they don't like Stefan.”

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Authors note I had a lot of fun writing his pt.1! I really enjoyed this prompt so much I’m going to write a pt.2 in Stefan’s point of view. I hope you guys enjoy is as much as I do! Also, as a side note I think this is one of the longest imagines I have ever posted. Sorry not sorry!

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Standing on your balcony you realized just how much of a beautiful night it was in New Orleans. The sounds of music and people talking downstairs echoed throughout the compound. But you could not bring yourself to attend the party your family was hosting tonight. All you could think about was you long distance boyfriend, Stefan Salvatore. It has been about half a year sense you father uprooted you again to move back to New Orleans.

Ever sense you started to walk, your life was a constant move. Your father, Klaus Mikaelson, constantly kept on your toes growing up. When you moved to Mystic falls, he had promised you a home there. That you could finally settle down, go to public school and be a normal human teenager. That changed though once you met a Stefan. It got worse when over time though, Klaus could never live a peaceful life. Wither he was trying to sire hybrids, dealing with his daggered siblings, or your “Favorite” when he tortured some of you newly found friends (Mystic falls gang) you had made at high school.

Sense Klaus had caught wind about Hayley and the baby you’ve been here ever sense. Sadly, though your father is not impressed with Stefan and you dating. In the words of your great father, he had exiled Stefan from ever stepping a foot onto New Orleans soil. If he had it, his way Stefan probably could never come to Louisiana.

Sighing you looked up at the sky watching as the stars twinkle. Maybe Stefan was watching the stars where he was at. You missed him so much the long distance was killing you. Even worse with an unaccepting family.

“You know, you look prettier when you smile” It was a voice you recognized oh so well.

Looking down a smile broke out on your face “What are you doing here? Stefan my da- “You whispered/yell at him.

“I’m here to see you. I thought tonight would be the perfect night to come visit you. You said it yourself, your family is distracted right now with the party they are throwing. *Jumps onto the balcony with you* They wont even know I was here. Ill be gone before the party ends” Stefan says smiling his hand goes to your cheek “Six months have been way to long” He says before kissing you.

“We’re going to get caught Stefan...” You whispered wrapping your arms around his neck.

“They won’t, the party so loud I bet no vampire or hybrid will be able to hear up here” he told you watching your eyes sparkle as you gaze up at him.

“I can’t believe you’re here” You whispered to him.  You needed this. Him being here its what you needed. The distance, and stress was killing you inside.

“of course, I am” He whispered to you. He moved his hand to you cheek to cup it. “I missed touching your skin so much. I can’t put to words how much I missed you. Damon was begging me to shut up about you” His chuckle echoing throughout your ears.

“Oh my god, Damon! I miss everyone so much. Especially Caroline, did I tell you she writes letters to me keeping me “up to data” with the drama” You smile taking his hand from your cheek guiding him into your room.

“I’m not surprised, she fought hard trying to get your father to let you stay with her. “He comments, his eyes though focused on looking around your room. Artwork hung on your walls, pictures of family and your friends from Mystic falls.

“I never thought you would have kept this picture” he says grabbing the picture of him and you kissing during Christmas.

“of course, I did its one of my favorites on this wall” You commented wrapping your arms around him.” I’m still trying to wrap my brain around the fact you are here…even though you shouldn’t. I just have a bad feeling something terrible is going to happen Stefan” You said laying your head on his arm.

Smiling he wrapped his arms around you “Nothings going to happen, the only thing that will happen is me kissing my girlfriend” he says kissing you again. But this time the kiss has more need in it. You missed each other in more than one way. He was your first, ever sense that day you’ve both been addicted to each other.

One thing led to another and you ended up on your bed. Your hips straddling Stefan kissing him. Both of you topless as you were getting lost in each other euphoria’s. His hands were rested on your hips helping you as you grinded yourself down on him. Removing your hands from him you reach back taking your bra off letting your breast free.

A low groan can be heard coming from Stefan’s throat. “Fuck y/n” he moaned again opening his eyes to flip you over, so he was in the middle of your legs now. He had sat up starting to remove the remainder of both of your cloths. Then here you both where staring into each other’s eyes as his manhood was lined up to your perky hole.

“please Ste- “

“that’s not my name baby girl.”

“Daddy please…. I need you so badly” you whined spreading your legs further apart for him.

“your wish is my command my princess” he says and with that he plunges himself inside of you without a warning.

You missed all the feeling you were feeling right now. You could only do so much with only your fingers. But this was pure heaven the way he worked on you he knew everything. And with how good this felt you could tell he missed you just as much, or maybe even more.

“I missed this pussy so fucking much. I’m never going to leave you again you hear me. I’m going to find a way to rescue you from your family” He moans to you as his thrusts pick up some pace.

“AHHH DADDY don’t stop!” You moan out loudly, the sound of the bed banging against the wall echoing all the way down to the party, but you didn’t care anymore. All you could think about was Stefan and how he was making you feel. He was everywhere, his kiss traveling all around your body. The way his hips rammed into yours it was addicting like ecstasy.

“I’m close daddy” You moaned out pulling at the dirty blonde’s hair.

“Then cum with me baby” He whispered into your ear. He was throbbing inside you. As soon as your walls started to clench around him that when both of you cumed.

Panting you laid down on the bed covering up with a thin sheet as Stefan stood up putting his boxers on.

“Y/N?!” You could hear your father. Your worst nightmare was about to come true.

“Stefan you have to- “You tried to warn but it was to late. Your door flew off the hinges revealing your father, uncles, and aunt.

“Klaus wait I can explain” Stefan says trying to calm him down before everything escalates.

“well, surprising to see you here Stefan?” Klaus began. It was all a blur from there. Klaus had Stefan up against the wall, his forearm on his neck pushing him into the wall while holding his arm behind his back. Elijah was next to him.

“Dad don’t!” You yelled wrapping the sheet around your body as you stood up.

“Why should I? You blatantly disrespect me and your whole family! And as for Stefan he is good as dead Y/N! I have told you countless times that Stefan Salvatore is no good for you!” he yelled putting more pressure on to his neck.

“I should bring him downstairs and execute him in front of everyone. Make a display of what happens when people don’t take my threats seriously” Klaus spat out wrapping his forearm around Stefan’s neck to move him now so you can see him.

“Elijah please! Don’t let him do this to me!” You begged standing up trying to reason with him to convince Klaus to reconsider. But Rebekah held you back standing in your way of Stefan. Stefan was trying to wrestle his way out of Klaus hold, but sadly the hybrid was stronger.

“You know the consequence of your actions y/n, and the turmoil that him and his friends have caused this family. You’re lucky that he was still alive after the things he pulled. I have to agree with Niklaus on this “Elijah said not daring to look you into your eyes though.

“Well, we better get going so we are not holding the party up” Klaus says.

“Rebekah pleaseee… Don’t let him do this to me. You of all people should understand the pain and torture of having them kill someone you love. Please, don’t let them put me through the same pain. I cannot deal with the thought of him being dead because he loves the wrong girl… Please Rebekah save him for me” You pleaded grabbing ahold of your aunts arm as tears streamed down your face. You needed to save Stefan, he needed to be alive. Your words clicked inside of Rebekah’s head. She always says that girls need to stick together. Plus, you were right, she couldn’t let her baby niece feel the same pain her brothers had inflicted on her so many times throughout the thousand years they have been alive. Looking into her sweet nieces eyes she let you go turning to face her brothers.

With that she looked at Elijah first snaping his neck so he would be out of the situation. She could only deal with one brother at a time.

“What have you done Rebekah” Klaus spoke in a state of disbelief at her snaping Elijah’s neck.

“Nik! You can’t do this to her! Take it from the girl that loves to easily, Y/N will resent you for the rest of her human life if you kill Stefan. There has to be another way you can punish both without just murdering him!” Rebekah says standing in front of Klaus as he read his sister.

“what are they going to say if I don’t kill him. *gestures to the party going on downstairs*He blatantly chose not to listen to me when I said to stay away from my daughter” Klaus argues looking at Rebekah.

“Who cares what those people think Klaus! We are talking about your daughter boyfriend. You are the king of New Orléans! But you kill Stefan now you will lose your daughter with him. Shell hate and resent you” Rebekah yells out to him as she threw her hands up in the air. Klaus looked at you then, the tears that streamed down your face. Your heart racing, your body shaking at how scared you were. You feared Klaus in that moment, and that’s what broke him.

“Fine you win this one Rebekah. I will spare his life for Y/N. But I only have one condition” Klaus says still holding onto Stefan preventing him from moving.

“Y/N I love you” Stefan mouthed to you as he tried to break free of Klaus’s hold one more time.

“Anything if it keeps this pour girl from witnessing what I have far too many times” Rebekah says.

Klaus nodded his head, ramming Stefan into the wall again. His hand grabbing onto Stefan’s face the other on his chest to keep him still. Staring into Stefan’s eyes he said “You will forget about ever loving my daughter. You will only know her as Klaus Mikaelson daughter and with that you know not to come near her. All the feeling of love and happiness with her you will now know as unpleasant and awkwardness. You will understand that you will never be enough for her. You don’t deserve her and never will. You will remember nothing about her whereabouts since she left. And when you return home you will tell everyone that you came to speek to me about past issues. But when it comes to y/n you said hi to her and that was it. You will return home and never look back.” Klaus says letting his face go as the compulsion takes control.

“Father no!” You yelled; Rebekah had to hold you again.

“Now my old friend, what do you think about my daughter” Klaus asks looking at him.

“She is a nice person, but she’s Klaus’s daughter.” He says with a hint of distaste in his voice.

“very good, now leave my house the way you came” Klaus says pointing to the balcony. Stefan nodded his head putting his shirt and shoes back on before he disappeared off the balcony.

“How could you?” You asked looking at Klaus as you were hysterical. “You might as well have killed him making him forget about me!” You screamed as the tears kept flowing down your face.

“Ill talk to you tomorrow morning. Better get some rest angel” Klaus says helping Elijah out of the room as he regained his composure.

Once your father and uncle left the room Rebekah had let you go. It pained her to see you so upset. You got dressed again once everything settled down. But you were numb inside.

“Ill stay with you for the rest of the night Y/N if you want. I don’t want to leave you alone while you are in this state” Rebekah says sitting down on the bed next to you as you just stared off into the balcony blankly.

“Do as you please… I just want this day to be over” You mumbled turning your back on her as you laid down curled up with a pillow that Stefan gave you.

“Well than, Im going to take that as an invitation to spend the night with you” Rebekah said moving closer to you. You turned to face her then wrapping your arms around her to cry into her shoulder.

“There there… we will fix this one way or the other” Rebekah whispered to you as she consulted you the rest of the night intel you had fallen asleep.

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On Education

An excerpt from Memoirs of a Flesh Eater, never published.

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I think every parent struggles with the question of when they should teach their children hard truths. At some point, every child needs to learn about death. They need to learn about hatred. They need to learn about the horrors people will inflict on them for being different. This is something that is as true for ghouls as it is for humans. For most people, it is a fact of life that someone will hate you for existing.

Human-on-human prejudice is still something I don’t fully understand. At least humans have a reason to hate us. I don’t know why they go looking for reasons to hate each other too.

Educating ghouls is a challenge. We need to know about ourselves, of course. We need to know about our kind - our needs, our history, our ways of moving through human society - but we need to learn everything that humans learn too. The more we can fit seamlessly into the human world, the safer we are. You probably don’t know this, what with how much the news loves a story about a ghoul living in secret among humans, their murders exposed to the shock of their friends and acquaintances, but those of us who are brought up among humans don’t get found out very often. It’s the feral children, the big city packs that still hunt most of their food, the all-ghoul communes, that are easier targets for the exterminators. Those of us that are fully integrated are much harder to sniff out, unless we seriously fuck up.

{Editing Note: Don’t say fuck. Even though it’s a really good word}

The best way to make sure a ghoul can pass as human is to start us young. Get us into kindergarten, then elementary school, and keep going all the way through college. There’s nothing better than hands-on training. That’s what my mom did for me, mostly. I was raised in human society, in the human public school system, and I’ve never had a true close call. I’ve never caught the eye of an exterminator, and no human has ever asked me pointed questions about my habits or diet.

For the sake of completeness, I should say that I was in the human public school system for everything except for middle school. It’s not like that’s a great loss, though - everything I’ve heard about middle school sounds like hell. I don’t know how any of you survived going through puberty in front of all your peers.

{Editing Note: I am not talking about ghoul puberty unless I can find a reliable human to tell me what their puberty was like. If I wrote about something that I thought was ghoul-specific but is actually normal I’d die on the spot. I’d call a fucking exterminator on myself.}

Conventional schooling might be the best setup for success, but it’s also the most dangerous route. Kids talk, and that’s as true for us as it is for you. It takes a lot of work to make a child understand that there are some things you can never tell anyone, not even your closest friends, not ever. It’s not a fun burden to grow up carrying either. I’ve known the fear of death for literally longer than I can remember. I’ve known that letting myself be truly honest and vulnerable with any of my classmates would bring it to me and my parents before the day was over {Editing Note: True vulnerability is what I need now, though. I should find a place to talk about my dad}. It’s more loneliness than any child should ever grow up with. I was lucky; I found Scarlet in 4th grade. There are plenty of ghoul children that don’t find each other until high school, if there are even any other ghoul children to be found.

Some parents decide that the risk is too great. They’d rather have alive children than well-adjusted children, so they homeschool them {Editing Note: Okay, that’s way too harsh. Don’t be biased}. I did get to experience this approach for those couple of years when I wasn’t in middle school, and it does have some advantages other than safety. When I was in public school, my mom had to find time after school to teach me about our people. In a homeschool setting, ghoul studies could actually be integrated into our curriculum. It wasn’t completely asocial, either - ghoul parents often use their Society connections to find other ghoul children that are homeschooling so we can learn together. I met my second best friend, Scorpio, because we were homeschooled together.

{Editing Note: My friends are going to read this. I need to make it super clear that Scorpio is the second best friend I made chronologically. I’m not ranking my friends in front of the entire world.}

Scorpio’s a good friend, but he’s also a good case study for the drawbacks of homeschooling. He was homeschooled K through 12 and he is definitely the worst of my friends at passing. He has no idea what’s normal for ghouls vs normal for humans, so he compensates by either saying nothing or saying the most obvious, outlandish lies you could imagine when childhood comes up in conversation. In his defense, those lies are usually pretty funny, and he does connect pretty well with the right kind of people. Scorpio’s got a bunch of very specific subjects that he knows a ton about and loves to talk about. He and Scarlet can go on for hours about literary theory.

{Editing Note: That’s too meandering. I’m just trying to explain why some ghouls homeschool and some don’t - I don’t need to put my weird friends on blast.}

There’s another kind of formal schooling for ghouls that’s much, much rarer - the ghoul private school. The only one I even knew of, St. Raymond’s, was shut down last year by exterminators. Normally I’d tell you to take the lurid details you hear on the news with a healthy pinch of salt, and I still would, but that many rich young ghouls, completely cut off from the rest of humanity… it’s hard to predict what becomes normalized in that kind of echo chamber.

Fortunately, my patron knows more people than I do, so I have more to offer you than grim speculation. According to her, these kinds of places always have a very small student body, rarely breaking a hundred. The lesson content is pretty similar to homeschool - fully integrated ghoul curriculum, plus a few specialized lessons on blending into human society. Out of necessity, they’re almost always boarding schools. It’s easier to keep a low profile if you don’t have a bunch of ghoul kids not used to hiding going to and from the campus every day.

Apparently, it’s that kind of logistical challenge that makes these schools so rare. Aside from all the money you need to run a school in the first place, and how careful you need to be to pass scrutiny from the Board of Education, providing discretely for the needs of that many ghouls is an organizational nightmare. I mean, there’s a reason that ghoul families are so small, a reason why even our extended households rarely do more than scrape the double digits. There’s only so much flesh that can be safely obtained in one area at a time. There aren’t a lot of ghouls that have the resources and the inclination to put one of these schools together.

There is, of course, one more ways that ghouls are educated - the school of hard knocks {Editing Note: That’s such a trivializing way to put it. Have some sensitivity, me}. Given how short our average life expectancy is, it’s inevitable that some ghoul children have to fend for themselves from a very young age. I doubt it comes as a surprise that most of them don’t manage to integrate into human society very well. The lucky ones figure out early on how to kill discreetly, how to hide their nature from observers, and how to vary their hunting patterns enough to avoid the attention of the exterminators. The rest either starve quietly or die violently.

Most of these feral ghouls who survive to be teenagers eventually find each other and form packs. From a pure survival standpoint, this is a bad move. A group of feral teenage ghouls have a much harder time covering their tracks than they would as individuals, but for most, the chance at companionship is too tempting. It’s miserable, being alone in the world. Packs offer most of them the best chance to escape loneliness that they’ll ever get. And for most of them, it ends in a shallow grave within a year. Putting down a pack of feral ghouls is a good headline for an exterminator, and it’s a lot less work than trying to ferret out those of us who’ve figured out how to pass. That isn’t how the majority of ghouls die, but it’s how a plurality of us do.

For those few feral ghouls that survive to adulthood, their lives take one of three paths. Sometimes they find a patron and fall in with a household, and they do their best to heal from the trauma of their childhood. They do their best to find a happy life in human society, just like those of us who were luckier. Sometimes they become true Hunters, living their lives on the outskirts of our Society; still embraced by us, if only at an arm’s length. I’ll talk more about them later.

And sometimes, they become the Lost. Not that ghouls from any walk of life are immune to that fate, but… I’ll get to them later too. You may not have heard of them by that name, but I guarantee you’ve heard of the Lost.

{Editing Note: That’s a really grim note to end the chapter on. I should play with the structure a bit and find a more uplifting note to leave this subject on.}

{Editing Note: Or I could ask Kestrel. I’m sure she’d have ideas on how to better write the section on feral ghouls, and she could help me strike a more authentic tone. But… I don’t want to upset her. She doesn’t like to think about it, and I don’t want to hurt her. Is this important enough? Would she think it’s important enough?}