If I Should Stay
Trigger warning: period-typical homophobia and associated slurs
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Allison smiles at Eddie as they listen to Steve bicker with Dustin. Eddie glances at her, sees her smiling, and looks… disgusted. “God,” he says with a sneer, “you thought we were serious? That we’re some fags? You thought you could have your picture-perfect little dream life, didn’t you?”
Allison feels fear tingle down her spine. She gets off the counter and makes her way around the island, angling it between her and Eddie, letting her get close to the sliding doors that lead to the backyard.
Just then Steve comes back in, and Allison pleads with her eyes. “Steve? Bubba?”
“Sorry, Allison,” he says, though he doesn’t sound sorry. “You thought we’d accept you being a dyke?”
He and Eddie begin to laugh, and as tears prick at her eyelids, she feels behind herself for the door, throws it open, and steps outside.
Except she’s not outside. She can feel herself calming down slightly as she recognizes the hallway: it’s the one on the way to Cassidy’s room. “Cass?” She calls timidly, wiping her eyes. “Cassie?” She opens the oh-so-familiar door and freezes in the entryway. It’s not Cassidy’s room; it’s a room she’s never seen before. It looks like a meeting room. Her father is at one end of a long table, her mother just to his right. Steve’s to his left, with Eddie to his left, and Cassidy is on her mother’s right. The rest of the table is filled with friends and acquaintances from school, all staring at her, judging her.
She takes a step back. “Daddy?” She asks, like she’s five years old again.
Richard Harrington sighs. “Honestly, Allison, I thought we raised you better than this. Your mother and I didn’t raise you to throw your life away like a prostitute.”
“Dad, I love her,” she pleads.
Cassidy scoffs. “Do you? When you forgot my birthday? When you got me earrings for our anniversary? When you keep dragging your feet about everything?”
Allison gapes. “I- I didn’t- we celebrated later,” she tries weakly. “You said you loved the earrings. And I’m- I’m not trying to drag my feet-”
“Allison,” Cynthia Harrington says, spreading her hands. “We just want what’s best for you, darling. Come with us.”
The rest of the table starts murmuring, with us, come, come with us, and Allison’s heart kickstarts in her chest before she runs out of the room.
She ends up on a cursed-looking landscape, with dead earth and red sky, sticky vines and prehistoric-looking beasts.
She sees a clump of dead trees and sprints towards them, hiding in between them as best she can.
“Allison?” She hears, and her heart thumps in her chest, but how can she be sure?
“Alli? Baby?”
She turns around to see Cassidy trapped under a fallen tree, and she gasps. “How’d you get here?”
“Please,” Cassidy groans, tears tracing down her cheeks. “Please help me, baby, it’s on my ankle, I think it’s broken-”
“Cassie,” Alli sobs, falling to her knees next to her. “I’ve got you, okay? I’ve got you.” She does her best to lift one end of the log off of Cassidy, enough so Cassidy can wiggle out. When she’s out, Allison drops the log and wraps Cassidy in a hug. “Baby,” she whispers. “Baby, I’m so scared.”
“I know you are, sweetheart,” Cassidy says, but it’s not Cassidy, and Allison steps back and looks up with a gasp.
“W-what- who- who are you?”
His face contorts into a sickly grin. “I have many names,” he says, raising his arms as if to embrace her again. She eyes him distrustfully. “None of them will make any difference to you, though, since you’ll be dead before you can use them.”
She pivots on her heel and runs, ignores everything she can that isn’t her feet pounding on the dead earth. She suddenly hears a bit of music, which is so unlike anything she’d experienced in this place that she instinctively turns to it. It sounds almost like Steve.
“Darling, you got to let me know,” the voice sings, “should I stay or should I go? If you say that you are mine, I’ll be here till the end of time. So you got to let me know, should I stay or should I go?” Then the voice starts speaking. “C’mon, Al,” it murmurs. “You gotta fight, please. I just got you back, c’mon, I can’t lose you again. Not this soon. I won’t let him have you, Al, but you’ve gotta fight too.”
He starts the next line, and she suddenly sees something like a portal in front of her. As she gets closer, she can see herself, floating off the ground, eyes rolled back in her head. Steve’s standing on the counter, trying to reach her ear to speak. “Bubba,” she murmurs, running as fast as she can. Something tells her to look behind her, but she knows it’ll cost her speed, so she doesn’t, just runs to the portal and jumps through, back into her body.
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So, I've got this KafHoshi fic I'm working on and it's starting to turn into a, like, 5 + 1 scenarios kinda fic in the vaguest sense of the situation. Which means I need to come up with senarios about Hoshina falling head over heels for Kafka and I listened to Super Massive Black Hole by Muse, immediately followed by Landmines by Sum 41 and all I could think about for a day was a situation where Kafka had a "Homer learns the bass" moment in his teens and his mom or cousin or something was cleaning out an old storage container and sent him his old bass guitar.
Not to overindulge, but basically my mind wouldn't let go of the image of Kafka singing SMBH, but in his Kaiju voice, which then morphed into Iharu begging on hands and knees asking if Kafka could learn the bass line to Landmines and be the bass to his lead guitar and play the song on his birthday in front of the Third Division with him.
And THEN my brain was like....
"Ok, but a Saturday morning cartoon about A rock band getting mystical guitars that transform them into humanoid Kaijus with super powers so now they fight crime just because and they have to keep the identity a secret from the police and Dollar Store Iharu leads the team and in the first episode show starts off with the band needing a new bass player so they start tryouts and a Kafka-like character shows up and the whole team isn't impressed with him until he starts playing an absolute sick riff and they let him join and DS Iharu's dad is the band's manager and he's a shit dad but he knows about he Kaiju Guitars/private hero identity thing (Cuz' he's the one networking the media to help keep it a secret) and there's a side plot about Kafka the Bass player becoming DS Iharu'd Better Dad and Reno's there too, but he's the "No enthusiasm" Guitar seller that sold them their mystic guitars and he had no idea about what the guitars do and the team rope him in once he and the rest find out KnockOff Reno had been chosen to help the people that became bestowed with the Kaiju Guitars and now KnockOff Reno is the team's Guy-In-The-Chair and HE gets his OWN character arc and him and Dollar Store Iharu start to fall in love and then you find out that Kafka had a secret love child that he didn't know about and then spend a season off screen fighting for custody and I've given this way too much thought already but doesn't it sound REALLY COOL because I could see it becoming one of those cult classic shows that were only made to sell toys, but it became one of the few that managed to transcend beyond that..."
It's never going to happen. but I do agree with myself.
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I'm seeing a theme here, Baum...
The President [of France] touched a bell and gave an order to his servant. Then he turned to Rob and said, wonderingly:
"You are a boy!"
"That's true, Mr. President," was the answer; "but an American boy, you must remember. That makes a big difference, I assure you."
The Master Key, 1901
The Princess looked at her more closely.
"Tell me," she resumed, "are you of royal blood?"
"Better than that, ma'am," said Dorothy. "I came from Kansas."
Ozma of Oz, 1907
"Our father, the Revered and Resplendent Royal Ruler of the Blues, has made you our slave," asserted Indigo, with a yawn.
"But he can't," objected [Trot]. "I'm some Royal an' Rapturous an' Ridic'lous myself, an' I won't allow any cheap Boolooroo to order me 'round."
"Are you of royal birth?" asked Azure, seeming surprised.
"Royal! Why, I'm an American, Snubnoses, and if there's anything royaler than an American I'd like to know what it is."
Sky Island, 1912
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Strength of a High and Noble Hill (Outlander Story) - Masterlist
Timelines:
19th and 20th Centuries
17th and 18th Centuries
Fraser Descendants (family tree)
Warnings:
Major Character Death, Minor Character Death, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period Typical Attitudes, Period-Typical Sexism, Period-Typical Racism, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, unhealthy relationships
Summary:
May 1744
He wriggles his toes, feeling his environment. He quickly realises how much his surroundings are constricted, his legs are tightly bound and he is being cradled in someone’s arms. He opens his eyes and sees a woman leaning over him and realises she must be the one holding them. She’s humming softly with a warm and happy smile. He can see that her skin is clammy and there are bruises under her eyes, the eyes that are amber, golden-brown as well as smoky topaz, but that doesn’t dim her smile as she gazes upon the person in her arms. She’s white and her brown hair surrounds her face in messy curls.
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What if Claire and Jamie’s first baby survived and what if it had been a boy. How will the story change?
Chapters:
Chapter 1: Birth
Chapter 2: First Months
Chapter 3: Peaceful Family Life Disrupted
Chapter 4: Goodbyes
Chapter 5: New Beginnings
Chapter 6: A Fish Out of Water
Chapter 7: Conflict
Chapter 8: Sister
Chapter 9: Returning
Chapter 10: The Truth
Chapter 11: The Loss of Hope
Chapter 12: Coping with Change
Chapter 13: Finding Him
Chapter 14: Moving to the Past
Chapter 15: Loss
Chapter 16: Lost Family
Chapter 17: A New but Old World
Chapter 18: Reunited at Last
Chapter 19: Big Brother
Chapter 20: Coming Together
Chapter 21: Fathers
Chapter 22: Dreams
Chapter 23: Fathers and Their Archaic Ways
Chapter 24: River Run
Chapter 25: A New but Old Face
Chapter 26: Caught in the Act
Chapter 27: Family Time
Chapter 28: New Beginnings
Chapter 29: Waiting
Chapter 30: Old Dreams
Chapter 31: Inferiority Complex
Chapter 32: Community Swelling
Chapter 33: Purpose
Chapter 34: First Sight
Chapter 35: Is it Happily Ever After?
Chapter 36: Gifts and Awkward Conversations
Chapter 37: Unravels
Chapter 38: Lay Up Trouble For Yourself
Chapter 39: War Wins Land, Peace Wins People
Chapter 40: Life Goes On But The Threat Looms
Chapter 41: Building Arsenal
Chapter 42: Romeo and Juliet
Chapter 43: Baggage Weighs You Down
Chapter 44: Misunderstandings
Chapter 45: Should auld acquaintance be forgot?
Chapter 46: Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ
Chapter 47: Best Not To Tell
Chapter 48: Putting a Reluctant Ring on it
Chapter 49: Unrequited
Chapter 50: Death and Rebirth
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