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moemoemammon · 3 years

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I just found ur blog and read thru some of ur stuff and im in love !! Ur writing is nice to read, and always gives a nice picture of the situation

If its aight, could u do some headcannons for the demon bros Finding out mc goes real hard on housekeeping ? Im talking fast and good cleaning, does chores without problems, propably even cleans after them (totally doesnt mother them in anyway), all without complaint, mc just cares

Housekeeper MC!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

The fact that he didn't have to shove a mop and bucket into your hands like the evil stepmother has him like 👀👀

Out of every person he's met, you and Barb are the only ones that actually enjoy cleaning? And now he's wondering if you've been influenced by him in some way because got damn are those floors sparkling-

Ever since you've arrived, the house has been immaculate. But as much as he enjoys that, he worries that you aren't leaving enough chores for his brothers to do.

They're gonna be lazy at this rate, especially if you keep cleaning up after them like that. He's planning to sit you down and have a good talk about how you should rest a bit, and- D...did you polish his desk????

"MC... as grateful as I am to you, I thought I asked you to rest? You don't have to clean every little thing in this house. You're here as our guest, and more, so I won't have you behaving like a maid. But if you're that interested in keeping your hands busy, you may feel free to maintain my desktop. It looks as good as new, thanks to you."

Mammon

Oh, so you're one of THOSE types, huh? The goody goodies that like to make everything clean and sparkly, huh?? Well don't expect him to help ya!

Was an asshole at first. Made messes to see if you'd clean them, tried to dump his chores on you, etc. But now that you've stolen his heart? Yeah, he wants you to sit down.

You're messing up your hands with all that time spent scrubbing crevices and dusting ugly old paintings, when you could be spending time with him!

Tch, that's it! If it's chores that're keeping you from looking his way, he'll just finish them before you can do anything! Checkmate!

"You're always scrubbin' somethin'! Let my brothers take care of the messes, while YOU sit down and watch this movie with me! Ain't no point in watchin' it by myself, so I ain't takin' no for an answer!" "Huh?? Waddya mean 'when was the last time I vacuumed'??"

Levi

Oi oi oi...! What do you think you're doing with that feather duster?! You don't think you've got the right to approach his figures with it, do you?! WRONG!

But you quickly discover how ticklish Levi is, and he squirms out of your way while watching in horror as you... delicately handle every figure? And dust them from top to bottom, without so much as an accessory out of place..?

Wait... are you seriously okay with picking up all that trash?? S-some of it's sticky from all the junk food, and- Gah! Don't go messing around in his closet!!!

Yeahhh Levi doesn't let you clean his room lmao. It's way too stimulating to watch you carefully touch every surface in his room... I-it's like you're heaven everything with your presence, and...

"S-so yeah! The only things you're allowed to clean are the figures and the outside of Henry's tank! Nothing else, got it?! Anything more and I seriously won't be able to handle it...I won't even be able to sit still in my own room......." 👉👈

Satan

Satan found it funny how willing you were to take up every little chore there was to be done in the house and he's got to admit, reading is much more enjoyable in a tidy environment.

But what he REALLY wants to know is how you managed to dust off every single book in the house, his room included, without him?? Knowing?? And you've done every shelf as well, cleaned out the cobwebs behind it, and even repaired that little tear in the upholstery of his favorite arm chair????

Has also deduced that you're probably the maid character in the books that knows everything. Actually, you're a lot like Barbatos. What secrets are you hiding human 🔫

Just kidding. But yeah, when you insist on dusting his room, he follows you around the room and watches you. You know, just in case you fall or something falls on you! No other reason.

"As much as I like having you here all to myself, it makes me feel bad watching you do that by yourself. Why don't you we clean together? We'll get it done twice as fast, and when we're finished, I'd like to read a book to you. You remind me of a certain character from a murder mystery novel I've started."

Asmo

Eeehhh?!?!? You've seriously managed to organize both his endless skin care product collection, and his ENTIRE wardrobe?!? You're amazing...!

And you don't stop there. You were more than happy to clean his tub for him and everything, and you know how hard it is to get oil off the side of a tub, right? You're a lifesaver!

Asmo casually pawns off his chores too you. Oh, he just did his nails! Can you do the dishes? Ah, he just bought this outfit. Can you take out the trash? He's about to go out with his friends to a party, so be a dear and take care of the common bathroom for him?

Lucifer scolds the shit out of him every time he catches him doing that. You're welcome. But don't think Asmo won't repay you! He'll give you so much love, you'll be drowning in it! Figuratively or literally, depending on your preferences-

"Fufufu... if you wanted my attention, you should've just told me! You didn't have to go tidying up my shoe collection, but I'm happy you did~! If you keep spoiling me like this, I might not be able to keep my hands off of you! Unless... that's what you wanted?"

Beel

Things tend to get pretty messy with Beel around, with the trail of crumbs he always leaves in his wake, and how he manages to get every surface he touches sticky. But you must be a miracle worker...

You're like a living roomba, and his ravenous appetite is no match against your cleaning skills! You seem to predict when the food bits will fall, and it's thanks to you that he can eat without a care in the world!

It's actually kind of scary, though. He'll drop a bite of his sandwich and move down to retrieve it to eat, and... it's gone. Poof. Into the ether of the garbage can...

You can still rest once in a while though, you know? Beel offers to help you with the cleaning, and he's more than happy to let you climb up his shoulders to reach those high places. It makes him happy to know he can lend a hand.

"MC, I already cleaned over here so you don't have to do it. I cleaned there, too. That means you don't have anything else to do, so why don't you have a lunch break with me? It's not good to work so hard all the time."

Belphie

Belphie's one for the more observant brothers, so your clean freak habits didn't go unnoticed. He didn't know if you were obsessed with cleaning, or if you genuinely enjoyed it, but at least you were doing it without a fuss?

And man did you do a good job. Everywhere you cleaned was left with the lingering smell of vanilla and lavender, and... you know, the smell is making him sleepy.

Every pillow his head touches seems especially fluffy, too! When he found out you made a regular habit of washing and fluffing them, and they smell amazing... He feels like he's laying on a cloud...

He won't admit it genuinely, but he really does love what you're doing with the place. It makes him feel a little fuzzy inside when he finds his pillow on his bed, freshly laundered and soft to the touch. He clings to it extra tight those nights.

"You know if you keep this up, I might prefer the pillows to your lap. Ah, but don't worry, I don't really mean it. There's no way a pillow could replace you, no matter how good it smells. I think."

#I can vibe with this because I clean pretty often when I'm stressed and I just generally enjoy most cleaning #obey me #obey me!#obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date?#shall we date? obey me!#shall we date obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me writing #obey me scenarios #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie

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martialstories · 4 years

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Tape to tape - Chap. 2

Coops - High School AU

All credits for the world & the characters for @lumosinlove. I’m kind of sad that SW is ending but luckily there’s still Coast to coast left and 12 days of ficmas isn’t far away.

I wrote this fic(of a fic) before the last chapter was out. In case someone hasn’t read it yet, I won’t tell any details but I have to admit that the ending was far better than I could have hoped for. I was literally jumping up and down after reading that❤️

Happy reading!

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Tw: child abuse (not direct but definitely implied)

In the three months that Sirius had known Remus they had gotten pretty close. Sirius had to admit that he enjoyed being with Remus but he was rather surprised that Remus seemed to also like his company. You see, Remus was one of those people who was rather popular with his peers. Remus had adjusted to the team quickly and found his place easily. Of course there were some people who didn’t like him but he didn’t care about them. Luckily Remus had found his place within the better people in Sirius’s opinion.

Sirius on the other hand couldn’t usually come along with people like him. Or rather people like him didn’t like Sirius’s closed off nature. Remus seemed to be an exception. They had spent a lot of time with each other in practice and school as they shared the same French class and usually paired together in training and he hadn’t (yet) gotten sick of him.

Autumn was finally starting to blend into winter with temperatures dropping and sun rising later each day. This also meant Sirius’s birthday was getting closer. He didn’t really enjoy his birthday as it didn’t come with any special occasion in his family. Somehow his parents seemed to be even more annoyed by him around his birthday which resulted in Sirius getting a few punches more than usually. Especially his father seemed to consume rather impressive amounts of alcohol around this time as well.

Previous years he hadn’t had anyone who genuinly wanted to wish him happy birthday and pay attention towards him. Of course his teammates wished him happy birthday but they didn’t really notice his sullen mood and certainly didn’t bug him about it.

”Sirius, are you sure you are okay? It’s just that you seem a little quieter today than you usually are.” Sirius was stretching in the gym with Remus. They had already figured this routine that worked well for them. They both liked to stay and stretch well before showering so why not do it together?

”Yes. I’m fine.” Sirius answer came out maybe a little harsh but on his defence he was tired and just wanted to get to his bed and sleep. This wasn’t the first time Remus had asked the question and somehow it was getting harder and harder not to lose his temper.

”Okay, I believe you. I was thinking, we could maybe do the run together that we are supposed to do over the weekend. Since your birthday is on Sunday maybe tomorrow?” Remus asked.

”I think you should go alone this weekend. I’m going to be pretty busy.” Sirius said while l lying on his back and stretching his thigh.

”Oh. That’s alright.” Remus sounded a little upset and they sat in silence for a few moments.

”Are you really fine Sirius? I mean you just seem-”

”YES! I am fine, Remus! Just stop asking. Please.” Sirius let out a shout. He closed his eyes and sighed little. What are you doing? He is just worried. Sirius rose from the ground and walked to the locker room for the showers. He hoped Remus would say something but the silence wasn’t broken.

One shower later Sirius packed up his gear and headed outside. After a quiet drive Sirius opened stepped inside his home. He tried to be as quiet as possible getting to his room but apparently he wasn’t quiet enough. He heard his father calling for him from his office. Sirius knew he had no choice as he slowly turned and headed for the office.

When Sirius gained his consciousness the first thing he registered was how much his head was pounding. The second thing was how his back ached. The third thing he registered was the bunch of little sniffs he was hearing. He felt how something tickled his nose.

Sirius opened his eyes to see a tiny black puppy with wet eyes on his bed with him. It was sniffing at him before it curled up next to his head. They looked at each other for a while before Sirius properly processed what he was seeing. He slowly raised his hand to pet the little ones head. The puppy let out a tiny whine and pushed against his hand.

After a few pets Sirius started to wonder how the puppy had gotten there. That startled him awake. He was sure that he had locked his door before he had passed out here.

He rushed to turn around to see the whole room and search for any danger. When he looked at the door it was still closed and locked. Wait. Can this puppy teleport or something?

In the soft glow of the desk lamp Sirius’s eyes landed on the boy sitting on his desk looking at him. He frowned. How did Remus get in here?

”If you are wondering how I got here, I climbed through your window. And no, no one saw me. It is already dark outside.” Remus said quietly.

Sirius coughed before answering. ”I see.”

Remus looked at Sirius face. Sirius knew that he propably looked bad. He could tell that he had at least a black eye and his lip was split. There might be other bruises but he wasn’t sure.

Remus got up from his place on the table and walked into Sirius’s bathroom. Sirius could hear the sink being turned on and a while later Remus emerged with a wet cloth in his hand. He sat next to Sirius, scooped up the puppy from his side and dumped it onto Sirius’s lap.

”It wants attention. Can you pet her?” Remus asked as he raised the cloth to wipe at Sirius’s lip. Sirius’s breath hitched at the contact but he still started to pet the little puppy on his lap.

They stayed quiet while Remus cleaned his face from blood. After he was done he got up to take the cloth back to the bathroom. Sirius concentrated on the puppy and holding it close.

”You don’t have to talk about it. You don’t have to lie to me, but remember that I am here.” Remus said quietly when he came back. Sirius lifted his gaze from the floor to see Remus looking at him.

”I- umm…” Sirius hadn’t talked about this before with anyone. He trusted Remus with his whole heart but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to bear Remus with the knowledge of it.

”I’m not sure if I can.” Sirius’s voice was shaky when he spoke.

Remus nodded understanding. ”You don’t have to. But if you change your mind I’ll be here. Always.”

”Thank you Remus.” Sirius scooted to lay against the wall with the puppy on his lap. It had gotten comfortable to Sirius’s presence by now so it was play-attacking his hand and whipping its tale around uncontrollably. He felt the bed dip with Remus weight as he got up to retrieve something from his jacket’s pocket.

While Remus wasn’t looking at him, Sirius let himself tear up a bit. He finally felt like the universe was paying back for all the shit it had given him over the years. He had finally found someone who cared about him, and who Sirius cared for as well. He hadn’t known this was something he needed but now that he had it he didn’t know how he had survived without it. Now he couldn’t help but dream about more.

Sirius quickly wiped his eyes as Remus sat next to him. He took the puppy from him but exchanged it with a little present.

Sirius’s eyes shot up. ”Happy birthday Sirius.” Remus said with a small smile.

”Oh, you didn’t have to get me anything.” Sirius answered little unsure of how to handle this situation. He hadn’t received gifts in years.

”I know but I wanted to. Now, go on. Open it.” Remus assured Sirius while holding eye contact.

Sirius whispered an okay and proceeded to carefully unwrap the present. He let out a wet laugh when he saw that the wrapping paper was hockey themed.

Inside the wrapping paper Sirius discovered three chocolate bars. One was regular, other one was dark chocolate and the third one was filled with mint chips. Sirius was tearing up again.

”I wasn’t sure what you liked but I thought, how wrong can I go with chocolate?” Remus laughed a little worried as Sirius didn’t say anything. ”These are from my favourite brand. If you like these, we’ll have to try their special winter edition. They change the formula every year, you know. I heard rumours that this year they’d do one with gingerbread.” Remus started rambling as Sirius still just stared at the chocolates.

”I- Thank you, Remus. This is the best present I have ever gotten.” Sirius glanced at Remus.

Remus flushed a little. ”Oh. Well good. Though I doubt this is the best one you’ve got-”

”Trust me. It is.” Sirius said and opened the regular chocolate bar. He broke off two pieces and handed one to Remus.

After they had eaten a couple pieces in silence Sirius opened his mouth looking at the puppy now asleep on Remus’s chest. ”So. I didn’t know you had gotten a puppy.”

Remus petted the puppy and smiled. ”This one actually isn’t our own. You know my parents are vets, right?” Sirius nodded. ”Well, now that we have fully adjusted to life here they have gotten back to their usual antics. When we lived in the States they used to bring sick animals and ones that needed to be fostered back home all the time. They had to take a brake from that hobby for a while but yesterday they brought this little guy home. He was found on the side of a highway abandoned.” At that Sirius frowned worriedly and Remus grabbed the puppy gently and laid it on Sirius chest. The puppy nuzzled contedly and fell back asleep.

”After I couldn’t reach you all day I decided to come check on you. When I got up to leave she woke up as well and wanted to come outside with me. I didn’t want her to wake the whole house up with her small barks so I just scooped her up and put her in my pocket for the walk.” Remus told him.

”My phone must have died. I’m sorry I didn’t contact you. I didn’t know you even wanted to reach me.” Sirius muttered.

Remus shook his head. ”If you think I the little argument we had after practice is enough to scare me away, you are very wrong. And stop apologizing. It’s not your fault.”

”I’m sorry, I’ll stop-” Sirius was quick to apologize.

”Sirius!”

”I’m sorry- NO, I mean okay. I’ll stop.” Sirius stammered.

Remus laughed a little. ”Okay. Good.”

They continued talking for about half an hour after that. They talked mostly about puppies to avoid any uncomfortable subjects. The clock was nearing 3 a.m.

Sirius yawned loudly.

”I think I should go. We should both propably get some sleep.” Remus yawned as well.

Sirius stretched under the covers. ”We propably should.” And threw his hand over his eyes.

Remus rose from his place where he was sitting on top of the covers. Sirius watched him walk over to his desk and put his jacket on. After that he reached inside his pocket where he pulled a dark brown beanie that he put on his head.

Remus turned around eyeing Sirius suspiciously. ”Where is the puppy?”

Sirius cracked a smile at that. ”I don’t know what you are talking about. I haven’t seen any puppies lately.”

Remus walked over to him and suspected his form beneath the covers. Sirius knew what he was looking for but he still blushed a little. Remus grabbed one corner of the blanket covering Sirius and yanked it off of him. Sirius quickly turned to cover the puppy sleeping near his side. Sirius started to laugh as Remus tried to reach the puppy but ended up tickling him. Remus smiled brightly at the sound but despite that he dove on top of Sirius to reach the puppy. He managed to grab her and turned with a wolfy grin towards Sirius. They both froze at that since their noses were almost touching each other.

”You found the puppy.” Sirius breathed out.

”That I did.” Remus said as he rose from the bed. He composed himself quickly before turning back towards Sirius who was pulling the covers back on. Remus held the puppy in front of Sirius’s face and smiled a little. ”Say bye. Now you’ll at least have a reason to start visiting.”

The corners of Sirius’s mouth lifted as he looked at the puppy. ”True. I’ll have to come see this little one.”

Remus slid the puppy into one of his coat’s inside pockets and walked up to the window. On the way he shut off the lamp leaving the room to be lighted up by the moon. He opened the window and raised one of his legs onto the other side.

Sirius took a breath in. ”Remus, thank you. For the chocolate. And for bringing the puppy.”

”It’s alright. I hoped you’d like them.” Remus said quietly. ”Good night. Text me when you wake up.” ”Good night.” Sirius whispered as Remus climbed out the window and slid it shut. Sirius burrowed deeper underneath the covers and let his eyes close. In the quiet darkness Sirius noticed how he could still smell the puppy and a slight tint of chocolate.

That night Sirius didn’t dream of pain and flying punches but of brown curls peaking out beneath a beanie and small puppies. When he woke up he wasn’t sure if last night was real but at the sight of chocolate on his desk he let out a relieved sigh.

Chocolate really is good no matter what time you are eating it. He thought as he munched on a piece while texting Remus.

#sweater weather lumosinlove #sweater weather #high school au #puppylove #wolfstar

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strangerontheotherside84 · 4 years

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Live Wire Part 1 (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

Disclamer: Hey everybody thank you all for your sweet feedback on the teaser for this story. It actually motivated me to finish this quicker than I thought I would. But there isn't anything better to do in quarantine anyway. Hope you'll enjoy!

Note: This will most likely consist of 2 (maybe 3) parts (so let me know if you wanna be tagged in the second part when I upload it)

Warnings: language, underage drinking (at least for now)

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Being Vicki Carmichael's sister clearly was enough of a burden to begin with. Luckily you were almost a year younger and therefore didn't share any classes with her. Most people didn't even know that you were related. And you both made sure to keep it that way.

You ignored each other at school, almost never left the house at the same time and only spend time together when it really had to be or because your parents forced you to. Like tonight.

When it came to your parents, Vicki clearly was their favorite. Or at least the more presentable child. Everything Vicki was interested and engaged in was amazing. Whether it were stupid horses in elementary school or that Cheerleading bullshit she did now. However, your drums had been banned to the basement where you were only allowed to play them when nobody was home and when you got sent to detention for punching a guy that slapped your ass, this suddenly wasn't an achievement they'd tell the neighbours about.

Same thing counted for boys. The guys Vicki dated were always „such nice guys“,yet you didn't even dare to think about introucing any of the guys you'd slept with to your family. But it wasn't like anybody ever asked you to do that anyway. Judging by the Mötley Crüe posters in your room they'd propably rather not know who would enter their precious home in that case.

Vicki's newest addittion to her collection of „nice guys“ had just recently moved to Hawkins and was sitting at the kitchen table across from you right in this moment.

„So Billy, where did you meet Vicki, again?“,your mom tried to fill the awkward silence while all of you pretended that eating dinner together totally was something you did every night.

This whole Brady Bunch atmosphere, combined with Vicki's stupid giggles made you wanna throw up.

Since your sister seemed to be very busy drooling over her new boyfriend, who clearly had absolutely nothing in common with her, you decided to answer that question for them instead: „Well there would be Tina's Halloween Party, the car, propably that one dumpster behind school and let's not forget the countless times Vicki asked me to make sure to not come home unti-“

„Y/N!“, your mother interrupted you. Oh boy if looks could kill.

„Oh you said meet! Damn I'm sorry. Wonder how I could get that one wrong.“,you chuckled sarcastically, moving your eyes towards Vicki at your last words.

„I think you're done with dinner, honey.“, your dad intervened with a calm but stern voice.

„I think so too.“, you replied with the sweetest smile as you got up from your chair, „Well Billy it was nice meeting you but if you'll excuse me, I'll withdraw myself to the basement where I'll continue to be the dissapointment of the family.“

„Nice to meet you too.“, the boy replied while following you with his piercing eyes. He almost looked like he was very much enjoying the situation.

„Baby you don't have to be nice to her. Just ignore her.“,Vicki chimed in with a voice sweet as sugar, while grabbing his chin and forcing him to kiss her.

„Also it's really nice to finally have a face to match those noises that keep me up at night.“, you quickly added before leaving the room.

„Y/N! Shut up!“

Not as sweet anymore, are we sis?

You could still hear her going on about how much of a loser you were to your parents, as you entered your room. Okay maybe you had been a bit extra snarky today but she deserved it. You didn't ask to join this amazing family event anyway. However,you couldn't stop thinking about what a guy like Billy could see in Vicki. She was a shallow bitch and usually the guys she dated were complete airheads. But this new kid? He seemed different.

However, if you hadn't been that busy trying to make your sisters night as miserable as possible you'd might have realized that Billy had been watching you the whole time. The two of you had met before. A fact that you couldn't possibly admit in front of your parents since it occured about a week ago when they were out of town. Vicki had invited Billy over to watch some movies and basically forced you to stay in your room. However, you obviously hadn't listened to that. You had caught Billy's attention right away, the moment you entered the kitchen, ignoring both of them, while you grabbed a can of beer from the fridge. You had been wearing nothing but a Metallica shirt and some black lace panties underneath.

„Dad's gonna kill you if he finds out you took his beer.“

„He's gonna kill you first if he finds out that you're not staying at Carol's.“

„Shut up, loser! Also put on some clothes you look like a cheap groupie.“

„Try to keep yours on until after I'm back in my room, loser.“

If Billy had met you at school he would have never figured that you were Vicki's younger sister. You really were one of a kind. But getting to know you could be a tough one. You had a sharp tongue and didn't seem like the kind of girl that would fall for his tricks which made you even more interesting.

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„Hey y/n?“

You had to admit you were rather surprised as you looked up and were greeted by the face of Billy. You hadn’t really spoken since you officially met at your house a few weeks ago. And you definitely wouldn’t have expected him to just walk up to you in the schools parking lot like it was nothing.

„Hey boyfriend number 27 of the year. How can I help you? Need a last minute escape plan?“, you greeted him cynically.

You could see that Billy was kinda taken aback by your repartee. However, he quickly regained his composure and chose to ignore your comments. He seemed to be in quite a rush, his dirtly blonde curls falling into his frowning face as he took a pack of Marlboro Reds out of his denim jacket.

„Have you seen a girl? Tiny. Red hair. Bit of a bitch.“, he came straight to the point while lighting a cigarette.

„Yeah, I think Vicki is waiting at your car.“

„Not your sister. I'm looking for my stepsister Max.“

„No idea who that is. Didn't even know you had a sister.“

„Stepsister. And ditto.“

„Well I'd be surprised if Vicki had told you anything about me. We like to keep that unfortunate fact between us. Now if you'll excuse me you're blocking my car door. And we don't wanna let Vicki wait any longer, do we? I'm sure she can't wait to help you with all that homework.“, you commented dry with a nod towards the books he was carrying in his hands.

„This is yours?“, Billy sounded rather surprise as he examined the rusty 1970 Ford Falcon, you could barely tell that it once used to be perfectly shiny grabber green. “Never seen it around your house.“

„That's because my parents make me park it a few blocks away. Wouldn't want the neighbours to see that rust bucket, you know?“

„You do band as an after school activity?“, the curly haired boy chuckled while rasing his eyebrows, propably having spotted the drumsticks lying on your backseat.

„Hell no! Do I look like a fucking virgin?“,you scoffed while raising your eyebrows as well.

„Well... no. I just figured from the stuff Vicki keeps telling me-“

„Well note that: you shouldn't believe most of the bullshit that my sister has to say about me. Speaking of the devil you might not wanna let her wait any longer. Wouldn't want your study session to fall through, right?“

You hadn't left school right away. If Vicki and Billy were planning to hook up at your place you'd rather give them some advance. Also, Vicki had her way of making it very clear to you that you’d better stay away from home whenever she had a guy over. And since she had threatened to tell your parents where you hid your booze and other things, you were more than happy to oblige.

You were just driving off the schools parking lot when you spotted a small redhead by the side of the road. She seemed rather distressed, kicking against an old Skateboard.

„Hey kid, is everything alright?“, you asked as you pulled over.

„Uhm yeah...it's just..my stupid brother was suposed to wait for me but he didn't and now I have to skate home.“

„Yeah I know, he drove off with my stupid sister. Get in the car I'll drive you.“

„Really?“

„Yeah sure I don't wanna be at home now anyway.“

„I can imagine. I hate when Billy has girls over. It's like he doesn't even like them. But I still have to stay in my room.”, the girl stated with an eye-roll as she sat down on the passengers seat, ” I'm Max by the way.“

„Nice to meet you. I'm y/n. And just for the record: next time a stranger asks you to get in their car, don't do it!“

„I'm not stupid.“, Max clarified within a heartbeat.

„You're a tough kid, aren't you? I like that.“ you laughed. Her upfront attidude and tomboy-ish apperance reminded you a lot of yourself at that age.

„And I like your car.“

„You do? Well thanks I bought it myself.“

„Yeah it's really cool. They used the same one in Mad Max, you know?“

„'Course I do.“

#Billy Hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hagrove imagine #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove smut #stranger things imagine #live wire part 1 #vicki carmichael

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visndcaitswhore · 4 years

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Ephemeral|| FRED WEASLEY

Summary: Starting his first year at Hogwarts Hades Lestrange thought it was going to be peaceful and he would keep a low profile. But peaceful and low profile isn't in the twins' vocabulary, apparently.

ONE

Hades Lestrange was a quite boy who didn't like socializing. Well, its not that he had something against socializing. He just didn't like people and he preffered his own company a lot more, maybe that's why he would sometimes talk to himself, it was the only intelligent conversation he could have.

"In two hours" he whispered, his dark eyes following the tree line that disappeared at the speed of the Hogwarts Express.

It was his first year, he was alone and excited, even if it didn't show through the calm and apathetic expression on his young face.

It was weird that he was far away from his aunt and uncle, basically the people who had raised him along side his cousin, Draco. It was the good weird. His uncle and aunt, even if they never did anything to hurt him, where sometimes a bit too tiring with their pure blood beliefs that had reached a level of obsession.

It could be worse of course, he could be with his actual parents.

Two crazy murderers who were loyal followers of You- know- who. Especially his mother, Bellatrix, he had never met the woman but he knew two things about her:

One, they looked alike and two, she was bonkers and not in the fun way.

He followed the outlines of the mountains in peaceful silence and if he knew that those would propably be the only silent and peaceful moments of his school year then he woud have cherished them a lot more. Or locked the door to the comparment

But he didnt, and the twin red heads stormed in without a warning, slamming the door behind them.

Alarmed he watched the copies of the same person take a peek outside, they were obviously running from something. They exchanged a look, wide smiles adorning their features.

"Reckon they lost us, George?" asked one the other

"Probably" answered George as they moved to take the seat across Hades who kept following their movements, buffled.

The person who was not George finally acknowladge the dark haired boy "You don't mind, do you mate?"

Buffled, anxious and angry where three very strong emotions to feel at once and Hades feared he would overload. Which he probably had since he just furrowed his eyebrows at George and not-George, who copied his actions.

"I think he is broken" whispered George to Not-George

Oh, honey, you have no idea, he wanted to say but of course he would never say such a thing outloud since he avoided saying things altogether.

"Hi" Not George said a bit too loudly with an overexaggerated wave but Hades gave no reaction. Undaunted, he continued "I'm Fred" he pointed to himself "And this is George" he pointed at his doppelganger who gave a slight wave. "What's your name?"

In spite of himself Hades managed to say his name back, well, more like whisper it weakly. Too weakly for the twins to catch.

"What was that?"

"Hades" he said a bit more loudly, his nails diggings at the skin of his seat.

This time Fred smiled "Hades? Thats a cool name, right, George?"

His twin nodded.

Overwhelmed, Hades said a small thank you before gathering his hands on his lap, focusing all his attention to them.

The twins decided to let him be, or so he thought.

"What should we do for the dinner tonight?" laughed one twin

"Maybe smoke bombs?"

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea, what do you say Hades?"

He was naive, far too naive to think that they would just give him a few peaceful moments.

"Wh... What?" he stuttered looking up from his hands at the twins smiling, eager faces.

"You say smoke bombs as well?"

"For what?"

"The prank, of course!" they said in unison, kinda scaring Hades.

"Why would you want to prank someone?"

The twins exchanged looks before looking back at him incrediously "For fun, obviously."

That unison thing is something that Hades found really weird.

"Don't you-" started one twin

"-like pranks?" finished the other

Hades had to ask, How the fuck did they do that?

"I've never pranked anyone before, why do you do it?"

"Because we can"

"And because its fun"

"Now, smoke bombs, or not?"

And in spite of himself, he answered and that was the start of a great friendship that lasted a total of two hours, forty three minutes and eigth seconds.

The twins and Hades exited the now stoped train running while the candy lady screamed at them, yet they didn't care, for they were laughing and Hades couldn't remember a time where his stomach hurt so much from laughter, he had never laughed that much in his entire life.

The company of three came into a stop behind some students as a huge man was leading them. Exhausted, Hades realized something else, he had never run that much in his entire life either.

"Blimey mate, you seriously need some exercise" Fred said patting him in the back as Hades leaned forward, with his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath. The dark haired boy found the strength to raise his hand and flip him off.

"How are you fine after that?"

"Well, we obviously work out. I mean, look out those muscles" the twins flexed their arms trying to show their very non existant muscles to Hades causing him to laugh only to clutch his chest in pain

"Stop being funny"

"Impossible-"

"-its in our nature"

"Alright everyone, move along" called the huge man

Hades, who was now seeing white spots, whispered "Santa?"

"Okay, grab him" Fred instructed George. So, they grabbed him by his sides leading him to one of the boats.

"Put me down, gently"

They threw him in.

"I said gently!"

He got up mastering all the balance he could since under his feet there was a very unstable boat, and sat down on one of the seats as the twins followed suit, along with another boy.

"Oh, don't be angry, Hadie."

"Maybe he isn't angry, Fred, maybe he is afraid of the water."

"Ohhh" cooed Fred, taking the seat next to him" Don't worry, I'll hold you hand all the way to the safe, and stable earth."

And so he did, he took Hades hand to his own even if Hades threatened to throw him in the lake to drown. But Fred continued holding his hand without a care as he opened a conversation with his twin and the other boy who had very politely introduced himself as Lee Jordan.

"Hi" Hades greeted still trying to get his arm free from Fred's iron hold with no luck,

"Fred, let go this instant"

"Mmm, no"

And so, tired and angry as he was, Hades gave up and instead turned his attention to the water of the lake. It was pretty late so the water was very dark almost pitch black, and the only thing that broke the stillness of the waters where the boats that were occupied by students. And a tail.

Hades could have been mistaken but he knew he wasn't, he saw it.

"Fred" he squeezed his hand softly

"For the hundreth time, Hades, I'm not letting go"

"No, idiot, look" he motioned with his head towards where he had last seen the tail.

"Yeah, uh, looking...." he trailed off

"Just wait a second, will you?"

With an impatient huff Fred rested his chin on Hades shoulder as they both looked around the spot. And just when Fred started questioning his new friends sanity, he saw it too.

"Bloody hell..."

He turned to lock eyes with Hades who was giving him a 'told ya so' look

"And you thought I was crazy"

"Never said that" the red head smile, mischieviously

"Yeah but you thought about it"

"My bad"

"Hey, what are you two love birds talking about?" called Lee who was talking with George while Fred and Hades were on their little mermaid observation time.

"Nothing" they said, for some reason not really wanting to mention what happened not wanting to hide it. It's just wasn't necessary for everyone to know...

"See Hades? Told ya, you would be safe" said Fred as they got off the boat

"Yeah, yeah, can you let go now?"

Fred faked a pout letting go of his hand "You don't love me"

"Damn right I don't"

He made an overexaggerated gasp, placing his hand on his chest "That was just rude, young man"

Hades couldn't help but giggle, shaking his head at his friends antics "Come on, idiot"

"Can I hold your hand again?"

"No"

Being shoved away in a small chamber by a stern looking professor is defintely not what Hades had in mind when he heard of Hogwarts famous reputation. The first years were too many for the small chamber to the point where Hades was sandwiched between the twins. Trying to create some distance between them Hades took two steps behind only to step on somebody's toes

"Sorry" he hurriedly said, moving forward. This time stumbling into somebody else. Looking up he found Fred "Sorry"

"Don't worry about it" assured the taller boy putting his hands on his shoulders softly, to keep him in place and still create some distance between their bodies. The stern looking teacher, wh had been explaining Hogwarts' sorting ceremony finally mentioned the one thing that the new pupils where actually interested in;

"You will be sorted into your houses. The houses are, Gryffindor,"

The twins looked at each other in glee and excitement

"Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin"

Hades raised his chin, something the twins missed as they were too busy looking forward to be sorted in their house.

Finally, they moved in the great hall and Hades had to admit that maybe, Hogwarts reputation was well earned. It was a majestic sight with hunderds of thousands of candles guiding their way with the soft and warm flicker of their fire. But the candles that were floating in the air was not what caught Hades' attention, nor was it the size of the room filled with four large tables at where students were seatting looking forward to the sorting in anticipation.

No, what caught his attention was the ceiling, which didn't resemble any ceiling he had ever seen for this one reflected the night sky, filled with stars and the moon, not one cloud in sight.

He could get used to this, he thought.

"Man, I'm excited" he heard Lee Jordan say towards them, capturing the dark haired boys attention.

"Same"

"But we already know what house we will be sorted into" Fred said cockily

Hades arched an eyebrow and crossed his arms, a smile playing on his lips "Care to reveal, you highness?"

"It's classified information-" started George, putting a hand around Hades shoulders

"But since we like you-" Fred put his own arm around Hades shoulders

"We'll tell you"

Lee and Hades exchanged glances, seemingly tired of the twins' antics.

"There is no question about it," they continued " Gryffindor"

The youngest Lestrange scoffed "How so?"

"Well, its the best house, of course. Courageous, and they have a badass lion as a symbol."

"Not like those cowards in Slytherin" continued Fred, glaring at the Slytherin table, too occupied to notice Hades unfold his arms "They are horrible, mom says, full of snakes that one. Back stabbing selfish cowards who care about no one other than themselves"

Another thing he should have noticed, but was too busy to do so, was Hades slowly narrowing his eyes at them

"Wouldnt want to associate myself with these ones"

"They wouldn't want you, George, they have very high standards. You have to be as disgusting as them" the twins and Lee started laughing but Hades wasn't in the mood to laugh anymore, or be around them. Instead, he took notice of the arms the twins still had draped over his shoulders and with a swift movement he knocked them away.

Their laughter stopped "Oi, mate, what's-" Fred started but he was cut off when he found himself under Hades cold gaze

"Hades Lestrange"

Without breaking his stare Hades scoffed "Honestly" before making his way towards the stool where the professor was waiting with the Sorting Hat.

Confidently he took his place on the stool and the hat was placed on his head for no more than six seconds when it screamed "SLYTHERIN"

The Slytherin table started clapping and with the same hautly confidence that was almost natural in his family and house he started walking towards his rightful place but not before he looked at his previous companions who seemed shocked and betrayed. He smirked, flipping them off and didn't pay them any mind for the rest of the night.

A friendship that was made in a matter of minutes was crushed in a matter of minutes as well. For that was it's worth. Worthless, to be more precise.

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iris-ymir · 5 years

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Guilty or Innocent - Iris

Asked someone to marry you?

“No. Not mi thin’. The whole... damn idea about marriage and shite? I dunno. Like... spending rest or yer life with the same person? Absolutely! Its just... Dont get mi wrong here! But the whole mess about marriage, and such.. It sounds so damn artificial. Do I wanna live with someone for the rest of mi years? Sure! But I dont need a fockin’ ring to prove it to anyone.. Then again.. If someone was to ask mi to marry her? Yeah, why not? If ya want a damn ring, lets get a damn ring!”

Kissed one of your friends?

“Shite... Well, yeah. About that... I have kissed many of mi friends actually.. And let mi tell ya. It always ends up into a fockin’ mess. One way or another! I... guess I should stop kissin’ mi friends..?”

Danced on a table in a bar / tavern? “You.. happen to know what Im doin’ for livin’? Yeah. Basically that.”

Ever told a lie?

“Just show me a fockin’ person who has not, and I’ll show ya a bastard who’s lying right there, on dat very damn moment! We all lie... Some more than others, but thats not the point, righto?”

Had feelings for someone you can’t have?

“Yeah... Ya remember I just told ya about kissin’ mi friends and shite? Well dat. I messed up real good. Like... the royal mess up! I still have feelin’s for her... Could rip mi damn heart out for her... But I think she just might be lost for mi for good... Im not giving up though! But as thin’s are.. What happened between us... Heck. It might be a lost fockin’ cause.”

Ever kissed someone of the same sex?

“Im... so very much a bean flicker, ya know? Never had interest in opposite sex... Does dat answer yer question?”

Kissed a picture? "No? Seven hells, why would I be suckin’ on some damn piece of paper?”

Slept until 5pm? “Im a night owl.. I wake up sometime durin’ the afternoon. So yeah. I will sleep until 5pm, if you dont come and wake mi up. Which is fockin’ annyin’ by tha way.. Just let mi sleep..”

Worked at a fast food chain / restaurant “Nope.. And dont have a slightest interest in such! ...I would make a fockin’ horrible restaurant worker... Now this.. may sound rather miserable, but my current job is actually mi first real day job ever! ...Or well.. A night job? Anyway.. Yeah.”

Stolen something? “I would say... Try living on streets of fockin’ Limsa Lominsa for good 10 summers, and then... if yer still alive and kickin’, try asking yaself dat question! ...Yes. I have stolen for livin’.”

Been fired from a job? “As I mentioned just a moment ago, this is mi first day job ever... And I have been able to keep it so far! ... And Im about to keep it! I want to see the faces of every poor bastard, who ever said I could not get, let alone keep a job! And well... I actually kinda like mi job, so there’s also dat. And I get a decent money out of it.”

Done something you regret? “... Really? We need to go back to this again? I had.. a really bad week some time ago, ya know. I did.. lot of shite.. The whole thin’ is just.. so foggy in mi head, its annoyin’! But yeah. I think I almost slept with mi friend.. broke lot of stuff.. a damned heirloom notestand.. And in the end, I went and kissed another friend against her will... The... one I fockin’ love.. Damn, I miss her. But it was not mi damn fault!! I had just like the shittiest week ever! ... I dont know... Maybe some of it kinda was.. Can we just go on? I focked up, okai..?”

Laughed until something you were drinking came out of your nose? “Nnno. Cant remember such thin’. Sometimes a drink has gone like... into mi nose for one or another reason... But actually out of it? I dont think so. Then again, who am I to say! One just cant remember everythin’ ya know?”

Caught a snowflake on your tongue? “No, I have not. Tha Shrimp does it, so.. technically I have? But as miself? No. I have not. On purpose at least.”

Sat on a roof top? “Used to do that in Limsa Lominsa. It was.. an awfully calming feeling, ya know? To get away from all the shite, going on down on the streets. Just... sit alone, watch the ships getting loaded.. Watch them sailin’ away. I dont do it anymore though.. The roofs in Ishgard are fockin’ slippery.”

Kissed someone you shouldn’t have? Iris gives the other a long, dead stare. “... Fockin’ really?! Didn’t I just told ya dat. Ya want some heckin’ details?! Right! So, yes, I was wasted... I shouldn’t have to... And damn yes, it was foolish of mi! Silke. The gal I fancy.. Ya know the type that just... puts damn butterflies into yer tumtum.. rises yer head up to the fockin’ pink clouds faster than anythin’ ya can buy from the streets of Ul’dah.. A damn purdiful fockin’ lass... Damn best thin’ that ever happened to mi... And I focked it up by hecking going and kissing her! So... Ya happy with dis subject now, or are ya gonna poke dat infected wound some more? If so, Im done with dis...”

Sang in the shower?

“Ummm... No.”

Been pushed into a body of water with all your clothes on? “Pushed? I... dont think so! Thrown into water with mi clothes on though... Yes! And I tell ya now! That damn merchant had a heckin’ cart full of those apples! Most of dem would have gone on waste aniway! But nooo.. I get thrown into sea, for one damn apple! One apple!! And it was not even worth it. The apple was dry like Sagolii sand the merchant’s fockin’ muffin-hole was propably full of!”

Shaved your head? "Well, I did not!! Blacksoul did durin’ the time he fockin’ kept mi as his personal damn doll or somethin’.. So yeah! It is growin’ back now, but if it looks like a damn rake-raped crow’s arse to ya, its not my fault!!”

Made a boyfriend / girlfriend cry? “I... dont know, actually! Not during mi time with her, no. We kiinda only had a fleetin’ moment though, so did not ‘ave like... too much time to make the lass cry! ... I guess she still believes mi to be dead though. So its possible she cried for mi presumed death in the hands of her husband’s underlin’s... I hope she did... Yeah.”

Shot a gun? “I did, yeah! Ya know... One of those Ishgardian ones. Loud... lot of smoke... A decent kick. Kinda like a bar night to live for! You know, Im actually even rather decent with guns.. Not my style, though.”

Still loved someone you shouldn’t? “You gotta be kiddin’ me!! ... Oh wait. Someone I shouldn’t? I dont think so... Seven hells, we heckin’ belong together!! ...She has just... yet to understan it... She will! Sooner or later... Hopefully sooner. Fock’s sake, I miss that silly gal and her nice ass...”

Have / had a tattoo? “Yeah, the one around mi eyes. I also have another one on mi thigh... Iris flowers and thorns... Four of dem. For four kinda important people in mi life. From which, I have actually lost... every single one... Fock’s sake, whats wrong with mi?!”

Liked someone, but will never tell who? “Nno. I have... some difficulties in the ‘never tell’-thingie. Im more of a... ‘tell too much’-type o’ person. But ‘ey! Kinda honesty is a good thing, right?”

Been too honest? “If bein’ too ‘onest means kiinda colorin’ the truth a little to make it hit on the mark better. Yeah. I guess so. I just may overact a bit time to time! But den again... Makes the truth more interestin’ huh?”

Ruined a surprise? “No, I hardly part-take in suprises in general...”

Been told that you’re beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? “Actually... No. I dont know!! Well, mi first girlfriend did, but did she totally mean what she said? Damn, I dont know... Considerin’ the fact she... most likely kinda sold mi out not too long after, it makes it heckin’ hard to believe anythin’ that ever crossed those sweet crimson lips of hers! I wonder why no-one has ever said it though... Im smokin’ hot!! ... So tell me. Am I beautiful..? Hm?”

Stalked someone? “If we call people watchin’ stalkin’ here, then Im damn guilty as a plague rat! But like... in the creepy wai? No! Why the heck would I do somethin’ like that. Dats just sick...”

Thought about murder? “If someone has just taken a royal shite on ya, sweet damn, thats reason enough to just shank the bastard, and scatter the innards into the sea! Most people are so fockin’ rotten though, I dunno if even damn fishies care for their foul organs... Could always make dem into a bagpipe and gift it to their family and friends... Maybe then they could actually get a taste of whut kinda shitebag they been hangin’ around with...”

How about mass murder?

“... Well, as dey say... Apple does not drop far from a tree, and sometimes those apples are rotten before dey hit the ground. So yeah. The last question in mind, why not?”

Cheated on someone? “No! Think anythin’ you want of mi, but Im fockin’ devoted!! ... Well, I have only had one relationship, that lasted for like... couple of months... But damn I was devoted... Up until she choose her husband over mi...”

Gotten so angry that you cried? “Happens time to time... Cryin’.. cleans the system, ya know. Just... Get into middle of nowhere, and scream yer lungs out!”

Tried to stay away from someone for their own good? “... Im kinda doin’ that right now. Dey will be better off without me. She’s got her damn hero dere, taking care of her... Where does she even need mi anyway? Heck, we barely even knew eachother... ... I think Im better off without dem too.. Shite.. Dey were awfully nice towards mi though.. Do I really miss dem? ... Maybe. But it all went down in flames and bloody sheets, can we talk about somethin’ else?”

Thoughts about suicide? “Sometimes the road just rises up against you... I kinda understand it on some occasions! But overall? Kinda waste...”

Had a girlfriend / boyfriend? “Yes? That one mess I mentioned earlier? Ya payin’ attention to dis?”

Gotten totally drunk during a holiday? “Used to... Especially in Limsa, it was kinda mi way to get over the holidays. Hated to see bastards walking around all merry and shite. So I drowned mi holidays in a glass. Last Starlight was different though.. Blacksoul kinda forced mi to stay sober over the holidays... Well.. Mostly sober... Dont ya go tellin’ the old goat, but I... I think I kinda liked it. The whole Starlight with Blacksoul and Gramps... I had never really celebrated it with anyone... As miself. Heck, I just wanted mi Silke to be there, heckin’ messin’ around... I wonder if she ever got mi gift...”

Tagged by wonderful @mai-takeda!! 🌹 This was lot of fun..

Tagging @umbralich (Silke) @sharkycatsifoh @hangedemperor @kyrie-silverwings @under-the-blood-moonlight @alun-ura @isuke-ejinn @ishgard @torr-sceadu @lydha-lran @glorysworn @lavender-hemlock @kazexvoss @glorified-thieves @captainkurosolaire @illia-ast @thefreelanceangel @sdavi-kitanni @kitsune-kirei @violet-warder @desimirffxiv @unatobajhiri @gildedandgolden @eo-sul @robyn-sawyer @eitur & anyone who wants to do it! Cansider yourself tagged!

#the Iris within #guilty or innocent #rp #viera

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brrrahoe · 6 years

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the sun is going down - pt. 1

Description: It all should have been different - you believed it’s impossible to be lonely when you’re with him, but you were wrong. That’s why the warm light of the fire was so tempting for you… will you touch it and not get burned?

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader / Jackson Wang x Reader

Words (for this chapter): 3,5k+

Genre: angst / fluff / smut

Warnings: explicit language / more of them later as the story continues

Summary: Your relationship with Hoseok is all you could ever dream of. Of course, it has its’ ups and downs and even though it hasn’t been all sunshine and rainbows lately, you know that together you can overcome every difficulty. Little did you know, the real problem is just about to come.

A/n: Hiya, this is the first chapter of a fanfiction I’m working on rn. It’s gonna be about 10+ parts long, as I plan the story to be pretty deep, developed and engaging. So, if you are one of those who likes to feel the connection and experience y/n’s adventures aren’t we all wanna be y/n, this might be something for you. Hope y’all like it! also sorry for my grammar english is not my mother tongue

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!“ you screamed inside of your head while rushing to get on a plane. You were almost late and there was not a chance that you won’t be there on time. You just had to, there was no other option. There was already one time when because of you stressy-messy life you suddenly happened to forgot, that the “am” hours are VERY different from the “pm” ones. To no one’s but your surprise, when you came to the airport, your plane was already 12 hours away. Even though you started preparing for todays’ flight two days ago, you still managed to be almost too late. Probably a thing to get a stupidity award for.

As you glanced at your lock screen, you saw a few messages and like a freakin’ TENS missed calls. You quickly read some of these - almost all of them were from your boyfriend, Hoseok. ”Hey babe, u ok?“, ”Heeey, I’m starting to worry bout you, is all good?“, ”Y/n, if you won’t answer me in fifteen minutes, I’ll really send someone to find you somehow. It’s no fun you know???“. Shit! As for now, you had enough on your head to additionally be bothered by your - sometimes a little overprotective - boyfriend.

”I’m ok, leaving in 10 minutes“, you responded shortly, just after you got through the last security check and finally sat your exhausted self on a uncomfortable plane seat accompanied by a loud sigh coming from your mouth. “THANK GOD!! waiting for u babe~~~” Hobi answered a moment before you turned the airplane mode on. Only a few hours left and you will finally be in Korea again. Ah. You forgot to ask Hoseok if he’s going to be waiting for you at the airport when you land. But considering that you texted him that you’re ok, he propably would know that everything is going as planned and he should pick you up… Well, he always does that.

You looked through the window next to you. The sun was slowly going down, making the world slightly orange hued. The plane was already filled with pretty decent amount of people. And you were sitting there, couldn’t focus on anything but the thought of the CHANCE you might be stinking from all of the earlier rush. Trying to discreetly look at your seat-neighbor you’ve searched for any signs of disgust on his face. Fortunately, he was almost asleep. After a quick instructions about eventual emergencies from the stewardess, your flight finally started.

Getting a little sleepy, you put your headphones in and played some chill music. Your mind started to let relaxing thoughts fly through your mind. You could almost already feel the familiar scent of your boyfriends’ perfume bumping to your nose when he hugged you tightly. The image of his comforting body warmness almost covered you like a blanket. You haven’t seen him in a three months, but that was more than enough to make you miss him like crazy. Though he was texting you almost every one hour and FaceTimed you when he could, almost all of these messages were about how bad he wants to touch you, feel you, smell you and all of that stuff. Hoseok is a extremely touchy person and he even makes sure to never let go of your hand when you meet each other. Unfortunately, he didn’t have much time for you these days. Of course you weren’t a stupid ass and you knew that he has to deal with shitload of things with his carrier, friendships and family on a daily basis. Still, it couldn’t stop you from being a little blue sometimes when you two were supposed to go on a date, which at the end never took place. Hobi was trying his best to make it up to you everytime that happened, but you also could notice that he is super exhausted and wanted to let him rest as often as he could. Even when it was only you reading a book and him sleeping with his head laying peacefully on your lap.

"Even a sunshine has to sleep sometimes” you thought sleepily, with your eyes slowly closing. Before you fell asleep, the last thing catching your eye was the warm color of the sky and a shy looking moon subtly showing on the evening sky.

As you wearily raised your eyelids, the only thing you could feel was the numbness of your neck. You woke up an hour before planned landing, but you weren’t able to go back to sleep again. You passed that time with listening to music and trying to make yourself looking somehow decent. It was pretty impossible though, considering that the last ten hours of your life were focusing only on sitting stiff in one position and having no more room to even straighten your legs out. It didn’t bother you as long as you were sleeping, but now you can feel that every part of your body is weak and slightly aching. You brushed your hair and put some mattifying powder on your face, but there was no way you could hide dark circles under your eyes. It didn’t stop your heart to bump stronger with every thought of the fact that you’re going to see your little sunshine in no time.

When you could finally turn the airplane mode off, the message notification popped up immediately. You didn’t even wonder who would that be from. “oh i forgot to say have a safe flight!! <3” A light smirk showed on your face. “I’m at the airport” - you typed lazily, sending a message, then started to write a second one - “you here or I’m taking a cab home? :(“. It didn’t even last a ten seconds when Hoseok responded “u crazy or what, I’m waiting there with a huge sign for over an hour so COME FAAAASR” You laughed at his excitement caused typo as you were waiting for your luggage. Within five minutes you felt your phone vibrating again “how looooooong”. As you looked at the sliding bags, you finally saw yours. You went to pick it up and pulled out your phone one more time “already have my luggage, coming. wanna grab me a coffee? please I’m gonna faint???” you asked Hoseok. Again, he texted you back in no time “no way. it’s 6 am. I’m hungry and probably so do you so we’re going to have a proper breakfast”. You sighed quietly. It’s not that you didn’t wanted to have a breakfast, you just preferred to jump into bed with Hobi and sleep together till the afternoon. Unfortunately, your expectations missed Hoseok’s and you kind of felt the duty of fulfilling his wish. Also, with the somehow desperate sound of the message, you felt in your bones that you two won’t have much time to spend together in the upcoming week. “oh my, ok, but coffee first” you stated and walked down to the luggage drop exit.

“O, sesang-e, nae yeojaae ya, neomu jichyeo beolyeoseo yulyeong-eulbogoiss-eo?????” Hobi shouted in Korean and you understood only “Oh my God”, “exhausted” and “ghost”. Fuck, are you looking that bad?

“As far as I understand you just called me an exhausted ghost” you laughed as you came to him close enough so he was able to lift you up and make a few spins to make you even more dizzy than you already were.

“Nah, just told you how much I love you” he said while spinning you around. Few seconds more and you might seriously throw up. “I know you know saranghae but I wanted to emphasise it, you know. Better! The longer the phrase the bigger the love. You know that saying?”

You two bursted into laugh once again. God, he would always immediately cheer you up. His whole self just expressed happiness and you were sure that even though you were on the edge of tiredness your eyes sparkled exactly the same way as his when he looked at you.

“Where is that huge sign you fussed about?” you asked, pretending to be looking around.

As you couldn’t find the thing you were looking for, you theatrically made an angry pout with your lips. Seeing that, Hoseok’s face darkened a little. To be honest you couldn’t tell if his expression is fake or not, but he suddenly started to also look around and seek for the lost item.

“Oh nooo! Somebody must have took it away from me while I was unconsciously looking to spot you in this crowd.” he dropped his arms down, resignfully. “Guess we have to head for our breakfast without it. Ready?” he asked, reaching for your hand with his. You nodded and took his hand. Of course Hoseok was the one who took care of your huge ass luggage as long as you two walked to his car.

You fell asleep again when your boyfriend drove you to the cafe. The front seat of his car was much more comfortable and soft to be sitting in than the plane one, so it was extremely easy just to close your eyes and let the cozyness wrap you up. Hoseok, noticing your actions, played some quiet but bouncy music on his car radio and jammed subtly, letting his happiness and excitement lead his movements. He was so glad that he had you around again, so from time to time he just unintentionally touched your lap or glanced at your sleeping self. He decided you two shall go to a small coffee place nearby his practice hall. You still had about three hours left for his training to start, so there was no rush to bother you now. As you peacefully slept, he carefully parked his car, being aware not to wake you up accidentally. Before you finally woke up, he watched you for a few minutes with a huge smile on his face. Opening your eyes to that view made your heart bump a little faster. He giggled and bend his upper body to place a subtle kiss on your forehead, making you smile. Reaching for your bag, you opened the car door and walked outside. Hobi quickly walked up to you, pulling you into a hug again.

“Have I told you how much I missed you already?” he whispered to your ear and then kissed your neck tenderly. You felt a little shiver running through your spine, as your cheeks blushed. You started to count on your fingers, which he didn’t notice.

“Like a six times today. Yesterday propably around ten.” He laughed again. Actually, he laughed a lot, but he was the type of person to do so. It took him about thirty more seconds to realise that he should propably let you go and head to the intended destination. It was still really early in the morning, the air was cold and your breath made a steam coming out of your mouth. Snowflakes started to fall down to the ground, making the road slippy. Of course Hoseok had opened the door for you when you walked inside the cafe. Besides you two and staff, there were about five more people at the coffeehouse. Hobi sat you down and went to order something for you both. You followed him with your eyes, as he stood there, having a cheerful smalltalk with the barista. With the help of the employee, he took all the food and drinks he bought and walked over your table. He knew exactly what you like, so it was no surprise when you saw him placing steaming hot, tall latte and huge bagel with egg and veggies before you. You nodded to the waiter with a quiet “thank you” and waited for your boyfriend to sit at the opposite side of the table.

“Do you have work today?” you asked, holding a cup of coffee and sipping continuously. You wished you could just drink the whole liquid straight away, but it was too hot to even take a proper sip. Damn, this man really knew how to stop your stupid behaviour, even unintentionally.

“Yeah, unfortunately.”

"What time do you start?”

"10:30” he responded shortly, cutting off the work topic. You both didn’t like to talk too much about his responsibilities when you were together. Of course, sometimes you had to, but Hoseok always made sure to make this as short as possible. As much as he loved his job, he also loved you, and the carrieer of a k-pop idol wasn’t making it any easier. You took a bite of your bagel. From the slight sharpness of his answer you could deduce somthing wasn’t right.

“Is something bothering you?” You looked at him worried.

“Now? No, not really. I’m just little out of space ‘cause I’m trying to find the closest day when we could have an actual date. We have to celebrate that you came back.” His smile could seriously make the sun come out even on a rainy day. You nodded, and next you just had a casual conversation. There was no need for you to update him on anything, he knew all of what was happening to you during all this time you were gone and so did you about him. You laughed a lot and had a good time, but you still could somehow feel that even though he said everything is ok, it was not. Something in his behaviour was different, but maybe it was really just because of both yours and his exhaustment.

After you ate breakfast, your boyfriend drove you back to your place and walked you to the door. Still sad that he had to leave, you waved at him through the door when you walked into your apartment. Hoseok was still standing there, looking straight at you without even blinking, his arms crossed on his chest. His tender posture seemed like he was trying to hold off something, and you didn’t even know what. Did you do anything wrong? Was he about to tell you something that you thought bothered him in the morning? You furred your eyebrows, unsure what to think, and placed your bag on the luggage standing next to you.

“Hey, what?” you asked as Hobi started to walk towards you, leaving the front door open. You took a little step back, almost unnoticeable, astonished by his sudden determination. Within a few long steps, Hoseok was an inch from you, piercing you with his dark eyes. Suddenly, he made a final step and pinned your body to the wall behind. You gasped just before he pressed his lips on yours. You could feel the pressure of his heartbeat going through your winter jackets, that you didn’t even had time to take off. The kiss was passionate and rough, but still in a gentle way. Hoseok lips were soft, but the confidence pulsing from him made the moment extremely tense. He always expressed all of the emotions growing inside him with his touch. Even when he couldn’t say what he wanted to, at the end he just showed it with his actions, and this situation was the perfect example.

You kissed him back, placing your hands on his back and pressing his body even closer to yours, craving for him to stay longer. Because of your thick jacket, you were slowly getting really warmed up. As Hoseok’s skin got hot, his citrus perfume was even more noticeable. Hobi rushed his hand through your hair, grabbing your waist with the second one, his body trembling a little. You felt your cheeks getting more and more blushed as he was slowly rubbing your back, bottom, then going back to waist again. You were already turned on and your chest got heavy, but Hoseok didn’t even took his lips from yours, not allowing you to catch a single breath. You haven’t seen your boyfriend in such a long time and you also felt his hungriness for your body. His lips started travelling to your neck, leaving a delicately red marks on your skin. Your breath got sharper and you let a quiet moan come out of your mouth.

All of a sudden, Hoseok took back and looked straight into your eyes, both of your faces blushed, breath still heavy. God, he was so beautiful with his dark, dimmed expression.

“I’m sorry” he said, diving his face into your clavicle “I couldn’t just go leaving you here looking at me like that. I’m sorry, really I shouldn’t have done this now.”

"What?” you asked confused. Jesus, all of the words you said in the last half an hour was mostly “what?”. Well, actually, what else you could say after you were making out like crazy for the past three minutes and now he is like “oh sorry sorry we shouldn’t oh sorry sorry nothing happened”?

“Fuck, how do I even explain this to you” he said, shaking his head, with a guilty expression on his face. “Yeah, you better explain it somehow”, you thought “I shouldn’t, ‘cause I have to leave in, like-” he looked at his watch “five minutes, and we propably won’t be able to meet today, even tomorrow” as he counted, your face started to turn sad “I don’t know if even this week” he stated after a short pause. You felt like your heart stopped for a second, but it actually wasn’t anything surprising.

“Oh.” That was everything your smart mind could think of after his words. You weren’t disappointed, why would you be? You knew from the start how a relationship with a freakin’ worldwide k-pop idol would look like. “Hey, I’m not mad!” You felt like you should make it clear. “I’m sure we will have some time together. We can grab lunch or something, it doesn’t have to be long” your tone sounded pretty desperate. He twisted his mouth into a pout as he heard you saying that. He wasn’t irritated with you, just with the whole situation you two were in.

“I’ll try my best” he smiled lightly, then placed a soft kiss on your lips. "But now I really have to go.”

"Let me know when you get there” you said with a kinda sad smile on your face, ‘cause you actually didn’t know what else you could say. His arms let go of your body as he slowly headed back to the entrance. The front door was still opened.

“Love you” he said, blowing you a kiss with a smiling face, slowly disappearing in the corridor.

(if you’re curious what Hoseok said, according to our dear GoogleTranslate it’s “oh my god is this my girl or im so exhausted that i’m seeing a ghost???)

“I got there, boys are sending you their love <3” Hoseok texted you after half an hour. You smirked lightly to your phone screen “give them some love from me too” you replied and continued to unpack your stuff from the suitcase. The apartment was honestly still full of your belongings, you took only the most necessary stuff for your trip. You didn’t need much, considering that you were going to a dance camp, where you were a teacher. “Why three months?”, you could ask. Actually, there was a three camps in a row, all of them a month long. And, humbly saying, you were pretty popular as the choreographer, so everybody went over the moon after it was publicly said that you would be there. You also didn’t want to miss the chance to make your popularity grow even higher. The pressure of being an idols’ girlfriend was still on your mind, so you wanted everyone to think of you as high as possible.

When you unpacked all of your things, you fell onto the couch and turned the tv on. You didn’t really have any plans for the upcoming week, as long as the Hoseok said that he probably won’t have time to meet you. It’s not that you didn’t have any friends - they were not close enough to you to know that you’ve already came back to Korea. To be honest, you actually didn’t mind staying at home for a whole week, watching some tv shows and eating takeaway food and going to work only when you had to. Hobi would propably be agitated seeing this type of behaviour - he always took care of you, making sure you were in perfect health, with a balanced diet. He just wanted to see you happy and sometimes it leaded him to be kind of an overprotective boyfriend, but he was pure with his actions towards you and wanted only all of the best for you. Your pure sunshine.

It still couldn’t stop you from having a human feelings and being sad when your loved one was not around. Like the casual girlfriend, you wanted to do THINGS with your boyfriend, even a simple ones like grocery shopping. Hiya, stop that, what kind of a grocery shopping, when you knew pretty well he had everything that he needed to be done around him done by someone else. It wasn’t a bad thing, you just had a simple desires and a simple thoughts of a simple human being. Even though you sometimes acted like a luxurious bitch you were really down to earth and usually had wishes easy to fulfill. Unfortunately, although he really wanted to, your boyfriend didn’t have time for that. So, most of the time you just worked with different bands and built a choreographies for them at your small dancehall, then headed back to your flat to read some books or watch tv alone. Rarely, you hang out with friends, but as long as you were hanging around the k-pop industry, they also didn’t have much free time. Sounds like a life of a loser, but you actually were pretty happy with how things turned out. It wasn’t frequent that someone like you made such a successful career.

Suddenly, you felt your phone vibrating next to your ear. It was another message from Hoseok, which you didn’t expect, ‘cause you knew he was at the dance practice. You raised your eyebrows as you read “I have something to tell you. Lunch tomorrow?”. At one time you were suprised that he had some spare time, but also you were frightened of the message tone. Something to tell you? Like, what the fuck? He wanted to break up with you or something? No, it can’t be it, earlier today he was sorry for kissing you too passionately and now he would break up with you? No, no, no, it had to be something else. BUT WHAT? “can’t you tell me on the phone? I’ll be worried sick” you responded fast, but then you thought it sounded like you don’t want to have a lunch with him, so you started to quickly type another text “but tomorrow lunch is also ok. what hour?” you replied again. “around 2pm, is that ok with u?” he texted back, not mentioning anything about the previous message you’ve sent. “k, see you then, miss you already” you wanted to soften his heart a little. He messaged you back with just a simple heart and you let your mind make a lot of fucked up stories how tomorrow lunch might end.

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herofics · 7 years

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Todoroki angst... Again

Warnings -mentions of rape

You were walking to Shouto’s place from yours. This time, alone. You had taken a different route today. You didn’t realize where you were until you noticed a few familiar buildings, and an alleyway, that also looked awfully familiar. It was that same alley, where it had happened. That man had layed his hands on you, again and again. In that same alley he had raped and abused you. You were powerless to fight back and confused by the situation you had been dragged into. It had been a long time since then, but now the moment was playing in your head like a movie. Stuck to the same, scene. Over and over again. The fear took over just like back then and you tried to run, but your legs betrayed you. You fell, scared of the threath that was only in your mind at this moment, but very real back then. You couldn’t really breath, you were on all fours on the sidewalk, trying to catch your breath. Why did you end up walking here? Why were you suddenly so scared of something that happened ages ago? Why did the panic attack have to hit now? There were no people near, but you were so scared, so anxious. You just wanted to leave, to go somewhere else. Anywhere else.

After some time the panic attack was subsiding, and you could think clearly again. You got up and started to run, you ran all the way to the Todoroki residence and rang the doorbell. You were out of breath and propably crying. Your throat was burning and you didn’t see very well. Someone opened the door for you and you looked up. It was Endeavour. You didn’t really like him and you knew he didn’t like you either. You looked like someone had just tried to kill you. Endeavour looked at you with an expression that gave of no sympathy or worry, but disgust and disaproval. You hadn’t expected him to give a damn, but he was a hero and supposed to help people. Seemed like you were an exception.

“What the hell did you do to her!?”, you heard Shouto yell.

“Tsk. She came here looking like this.”, Endeavour grunted.

You wobbled past the gigantic man towards you boyfriend. He grabbed you and held you against him. Todoroki then started to guide you towards his room. He sat you down on the bed and ast opposite to you he then took your hands to his. He looked at you, his eyes filled with worry. What had scared you so much? Did something happen to you?

“What is it baby?”, he asked.

You couldn’t answer. You were still sobbing and you hated that he saw you like this. So weak. You weren’t supposed to be weak, ever again. Not weak like then. Not so weak someone could hurt you again emotionally or physically. You had built walls around yourself, but it was all coming crumbling down now. Only, because of one stupid route choice. It was your fault, just like back then, if you had just gone straight home from school and not go of adventuring, you would have been fine. HE had said it too, the man. That it was your fault. That it was your fault for wondering around like that. That it was your fault, because you had clothes like those. Because, you didn’t fight back. Because YOU, wanted it. All this he had said to you while forcing himself on you.

“What are you talking about? Did something happen? Hey, please talk to me. (Name) please.”, Todoroki pleaded.

Oh god, you had been talking out loud. Had he heard all of it? Had he figured it out? Was he suspecting something?

“Breath, okay? Just try to calm down and tell me what’s going on.”

You took a few shaky breathes. You continued to breath slowly for a while. You didn’t know how much time had passed when you were finally calm enough to talk.

“I’m sorry about that. I just… some old shit surfaced again and it caught me off guard pretty badly. I hadn’t thought about it for a long time and…”, your voice faded.

“You can tell me. I won’t force you, but I’d like to know what’s bothering you. I want to help.”

“I… I took a different route to get here then usual. And there was a place along the way that holds some bad memories.”, you muttered.

“Can I ask what kind of bad memories?”

You wanted to tell him. You really did, but you were scared. Would he consider you disgusting, because of what had happened to you? Would he think you were making this up? No, he wasn’t that kind of a person. He was gentle and sweet and you knew he cared abou you just as much as you cared about him.

“I… I was… it was a long time ago, and, and I was walking home from school… He… this guy took me to the alley and he did things…”, you stuttered quietly.

“Did he… rape you?”, Todoroki whispered.

You just nodded. He was looking at you with so much worry and love, it hurt your heart. What did you ever do to deserve this beatiful soul? He cared so much about you, and you cared so much about him. He was sitting opposite of you on the bed. He was still holding your hands. You looked at him again and noticed that anger was shadowing his features. He was trembling a bit and squedxing your hands a bit tighter, like making sure you wouldn’t disappear. You noticed there was steam coming of off him. His quirk was activating, because of his emotions. This had happened only a few times before. It only happened when he was experiencing really intense emotions, like anger. You quickly cupped his face with your hands and pulled him a bit closer to you.

“Babe, calm down. It’s okay, it’s okay…”, you repeated.

“I’m sorry. I just… got so angry. I didn’t mean to scare you or anything, sorry.”, he said.

“No worries, you could never scare me.”, you smiled a bit.

“Do you know who it was?”, he asked.

“No I don't… he was never caught.”, you said quietly.

“I’m sorry.”

“What are you apologicing for? Him not being caught has nothing to do with you.”

“Of course I know that, but… it must be horrible to know he is still out there. Aren’t you scared?”, he asked.

“It would be a lie if I said I wasn’t. It just gets to me sometimes. Like today. The overwhelming fear and the feeling that it was my fault.”

“Don’t you ever dare think that it was your fault. Don’t you dare. You never wanted something like that to happen, and the only one who is at fault for this is that asshole who dared to touch you.”

You were quiet for awhile and just looked at him.

“I’m sorry if that came of as more agressive than supporting, but I never want to see you blaming yourself for something like that. It wasn’t your fault.”, he continued.

Tha-Thanks…", you said quietly. “I guess I needed that. Sometimes it just gets to me pretty badly.”

“Oh no.”, he yelped.

“What is it?”, you asked with a confused look on your face.

“I haven’t made you feel uncomfortable with anything, right? Please tell me if I have, I don’t want to hurt you or anything like that.”, he rambled.

“Shouto, babe. You have been very sweet and gentle towards me. And believe me, you would know if you had made me uncomfortable or hurt me.”, you tried to calm him.

“Good, good. I… I just never want to be even remotely like my father. I never want to hurt the people I love.”

“You’ll never be like your father. You are a great, sweet man, who deserves the world and so much more.”- Then your brain register the last part of what he had said.-“Wait, wait, wait! Did you just say ‘the people I love’?”

“I did and I meant it… I love you (Name).”, he smiled gently.

“I love you too Shouto.”, you smiled, with tears threathening to fall.

You had just told him your darkest secret. Something that might make people to run away or leave them feeling disgusted, but not Shouto. He was still there with you, for you. Telling you he loved you for the first time and comforting you like always. This beautiful human being loved you and you loved him. You knew if he could help it, you would never get hurt again.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #todoroki shouto #bnha angst #my hero academia #mha #bnha scenarios #endeavour

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mistye-dawne · 7 years

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actually you know what? 1-54 lmao. (or just whatever ones you want to answer.)

This took way too long cause my niece has been a wiggleworm all morning and I’m up and down chasing her ever 5 mins lol.

1. Favorite place to write.There is a park about an hour away from me that I go to, if able, when I’ve got writer’s block. I’ll walk about a mile into the forest and sit by a creek that runs into the river. It’s a trip but is worth the effort when I just really need an isolated place to think.

2. Favorite part of writing.Character creation. Even in fanfiction, I always change up the background/personalities a little to add my own touch and present them in a new light. I also love learning and researching so I’ll just look up random things and see if I can’t design something or someone around an idea or belief.

3. Least favorite part of writing.Editing… moving on. I guess I should say editing my own work. Sometimes because I wasn’t the happiest with how a chapter turned out and sometimes because I really don’t feel like re-reading what I just wrote 3 times over only to read it again later and still find typos and parts that just don’t flow quite right.

4. Do you have writing habits or rituals?I have to be listening to something. Music, tv, the ambiance of a coffeeshop, etc. Unless I’m at my favorite place I can’t write in silence, but even there it isn’t quiet.

5. Books or authors that influenced your style the most.Toni Morrison morrison is the first name that pops into my head just because I re-read at least one of her books each month.

6. Favorite character you ever created.Childlike Evergreen for an idea that I’ve been playing with. She’s so cute and nothing like her character as an adult lol

7. Favorite author.Kristen Cashore, author of the Graceling series.

8. Favorite trope to write.

9. Least favorite trope to write.

10. Pick a writer to co-write a book with and tell us what you’d write about. 11. Describe your writing process from scratch to finish.1. Take pen and paper. Write everything that come to mind then end up trashing more than half of it.2. Write nothing but dialogue to go with everything written in step one.3. Combine both into a word document.4. Edit and make look pretty for others to enjoy.

That’s actually how I do it. I will plot out and idea with rough imcomplete details. If something need dialogue to get it moving a have a seperate journal that I write nothing but raw dialogue in. I color code everything so that it’s easy to reference back to and see what goes with what. Then I literally just splice the two parts together including every possible word before editing and cutting most of it out.

12. How do you deal with self-doubts? I’ll go through some of my older pieces that I’ve never published/shared and compare it to my current work. Idk, seeing how far i’ve improved always give me a boost in confidence.

13. How do you deal with writers block?First, I walk away from a project because trying to force something out can ruin a piece and just spend a little time each day writing something, anything, just so that I’m always keeping up with my practice. I’ll also read a bit more and get out of the house more often cause my writer’s block stems from cabin fever most of the time.

14. What’s the most research you ever put into a book?With my current piece that I’m writing. I took the idea of herbal medicine and looked up different plants what were used as medicines/ healing aids. Example: Belladonna, deadly nightshade, tincture was used to help aleviate thing like motionsickness, nausea, and even menstrual cramps. I thought it was interesting and since I was writng about dragon slayers and their perpetual uneasiness with transportaion, added into the story. In general though I always do a fair amount of research because I’ve not experienced all there is in the world and want to be able to make a connection with readers by presenting believable and accurate ideas.

15. Where does your inspiration come from?I’ve always felt more comfortable expressing myself through the written word and grew to love books and storytelling when I was little.

16. Where do you take your motivation from?Same as question 15?

17. On avarage, how much writing do you get done in a day?If I’m doing computer work, anywhere from 1500 to 2000 words. I could easily do more if I let myself, and I sometimes do, but I always walk away from it at some point during the day so as to not overexhert my hands since they already hurt my after a while of handwriting or typing.

18. What’s your revision or rewriting process like?For revisions, I can just cut and add in the document. If i doing a rewrite I will create a new document and write it side by side. I feel like i make more changes that way which is the point of rewrites.

19. First line of a WIP you’re working on.He wiped the sweat from his brow as he came upon her silhouetted form on the forest floor.

20. Post a snippet of a WIP you’re working on.“What is you plan to accomplish with this stupid ritual?”

“Oh, I don’ even know it’ll work. I just read about it thought maybe I’d give it a go if the opportunity presented itself. Your cerlestial mage appearing was just that.”

21. Post the last sentence you wrote in one of your WIP’s.Lucy had been so caught up in herself that she failed to asking how Bickslow was holding up. 22. How many drafts do you need until you’re satisfied and a project is ultimately done for you?Nothing is ultimately ever done for me. that’s propably why I’m still sitting on a collection of shortstories that I’d like to get published but haven’t yet.

23. Single or multi POV, and why?No preference. Both come fairly easy to me but I think that if done well, single POV provides the most entertainment.

24. Poetry or prose, and why?Prose. I’ve taken poetry classes and had to read said poetry in front of 100+ people in college. I still cringe when I tell that story…

25. Linear or non-linear, and why?

26. Standalone or series, and why?Standalone. I just can’t imagine writing multiple multichapter things centered around the same idea. Idk

27. Do you share rough drafts or do you wait until it’s all polished? 28. And who do you share them with?Rough drafts are for my eyes only. Occasionally a beta when I find the need but that’s rare.

29. Who do you write for?For the sole purpose of manipulating the emotions of readers. Basically, I like to write trash that’ll make people cry when it suits me. Nah, I write because my head is full of all sorts of ideas and I just have to get them on paper so to speak. Sharing my creative writing is something new for me but so far, I’m not regretting that choice.

30. Favorite line you’ve ever written.You showed me the world, then left.

31. Hardest character to write.Gray… never was a favorite of mine so I just can’t connect with him.

32. Easiest character to write.Lucy

33. Do you listen to music when you’re writing?Most of the time.

34. Handwritten notes or typed notes?Handwritten. I waste a lot of paper and wish that I didn’t but it’s just most comfortable for me to handwrite the roughest form then expand the ideas on the computer.

35. Tell some backstory details about one of your characters in your story ________.

36. A spoiler for story _________.

37. Most inspirational quote you’ve ever read or heard that’s still important to you.You aren’t the man who will make or break me. I have learned those men do not exist… I do not need you in my life. But I really, really want you in it

38. Have you shared your outline of your story ________ with someone? If so, what did they think of it?Meh, I’ll talk to my brother about ideas sometimes. He’s not a writer but he’s a good listener and is one of the few people that actually seem to enjoy it when I talk about writing with him.

39. Do you base your characters of real people or not? If so, tell us about one.I do and my favorite one is based off of my best friend from college. This girl and I met a week before classes began and she really like how my name was spelled. We hit it off from there. I’ve actually written a story based off of that first interaction between us. She’s a family woman and has such a passion for teaching english. She’s got an attitude and does what she wants, but she was the mom friend that i needed because I usually play mom for my other friends lol

40. Original Fiction or Fanfiction, and why?Both. All of my original works are based off of real stories from real people that I know. My fanfiction is where my creativity shines though especially when working with a universe like Fairy Tail.

41. How many stories do you work on at one time?However many that suits me. My exception to this rule is only 1 multichapter fic at a time due to how much time and research I invest into the piece. I’m also far more critical about editing chapter versus oneshots.

42. How do you figure out your characters looks, personality, etc.

43. Are you an avid reader?Yes. Reading is what makes the writer.

44. Best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten.One semester I took a research class and had to design and conduct my methods and gather data. There was one part where we had to develop how we were to gather the data we sought and my instructor told me that it was hard for him to critique my methods because I had already done so in the proposal. I figure leaving a guy who writes for a living unable to write anything is a good thing lol

45. Worst piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten.Taking a creative writng class with people who don’t love writing as much as I do. To elaborate, we would be required to write something of our own creation and you could tell who loved writing based on the feedback they gave. I can’t begin to say how many people took to giving me grammar advice because they couldn’t think of anything to say about the content…

46. What would your story _______ look like as a tv show or movie?

47. Do you start with characters or plot when working on a new story?Characters.

48. Favorite genre to write in.Adventure/drama

49. What do you find the hardest to write in a story, the beginning, the middle or the end?Always the beginning.

50. Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had.Oh god. Please no. Umm when I was like 15 I started writng this story about elemental angels and they had to save the world or something like that. Idk, when I look back on it I think that it’s weird

51. Describe the aesthetic of your story _______ in 5 sentences or words.

52. How did writing change you?Writing has helped me to become more confident in myself and also helped me to cope and move forward from the abuse I lived through when I was little.

53. What does writing mean to you?Writing is literally what saved my life so it’s everything.

54. Any writing advice you want to share?Write. If it’s something you want to do then do it. You only get better the more you pratice it. If you don’t know what to write, try a word promt challenge and write about whatever comes to mind. Just let your ideas flow.

#asks #raijindork #mistye answers

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vincepaige · 8 years

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Response to Buzzfeed “36 Questions Women have for Men”

Before I jump to any fast conclusions or start insulting you, let me just take my time to answer those questions with the least amount of swearing possible for me.

1. “How does it feel to be the same sex as Donald Trump?” I dunno. Why would I care? Oh, he has a penis and so do I, that makes me a bad person now? I am also the same sex as Nelson Mandela, Mahatma Gandhi and several other people who are/were working on making this world a better place for mankind. So? Does this automatically make me a good person? Fuck, no. You’re the same sex as Paris Hilton, does that mean you also have a brain that’s propably the size of an apple? Okay, fine with me.

2. “Why do you hate Romcoms? Or do you just feel like you need to hate them? - Everybody likes The Notebook, everybody likes Beyoncé, it’s just a fact.” I don’t hate Romcoms, I’m just not too big on the matter because I am usually not interested in the topics depicted there. Plus, you like to get mad about video games or porn, because you think they depict women in a way that is unrealistic and gives men unrealistic expectations that women can’t fulfill. Now, tell me: what do Romcoms and this kind of stuff do? Do they depict men in a realistic way or maybe in a way that YOU fucking wish was true to real life? Hm, I wonder why men wouldn’t like that. Do men cry about it all the time? I guess not, what a fucking surprise. Now don’t get me wrong, there are really, really good Romance movies, Hunting and Gathering for example is fucking good, but maybe that’s because it’s based on a novel by Anna Gavalda, who is just a good writer. Anyways, I didn’t like The Notebook, and I also don’t like Beyoncé. Fuck Beyoncé. It’s called opinions, I don’t know if you heard of that.

3. “Why do you make women sit around and talk about men in movies, when y’all easily just sit around and talk about boobs for hours?” Who? Who the fuck talks about boobs all the time? Since you’re not a man and thus don’t actually know what men talk about when there’s no women around, let me enlighten you: it’s not boobs. We talk about our personal interests, cultural topics like music or art, our hobbies, our experiences or current events. Maybe sometimes the topic of boobs will come up, but it’s not the big thing you make it out to be. Men don’t always think about sex, even if that’s what you have been told. I know a lot of women who talk about dicks and their sexual experiences a lot, too, so I don’t get why men talking about boobs is a bad thing.

4. “Why do you automatically assume that you won’t like a TV series or movie that starrs a female lead?” I don’t. I liked the Hunger Games movies a whole lot, for example. What about the new Star Wars movies? The thing is: I personally know that I won’t like something like the new Ghostbusters movie, because there’s women just crammed in there, not because there is a female lead. I couldn’t even give less fucks about the main character’s sex when I watch a movie.

5. “Why are you surprised when women are funny? - I’m propaly funnier than you!” You know what my reaction to a funny woman is: I laugh or, if it wasn’t that funny, chuckle. How did you even come up with this question? There are a lot of funny women. If you want a good answer to this question, watch the video The Amazing Atheist has made on this topic, I think it’s called “Tumblr feminists” or somtehing like that. There he explains that humor is basically something we use to cope with dark topics such as war, racism or stuff like that. We laugh about dark humor because it shows just how absurd our world is. PS: the woman in the video who said she was propably funnier looks and acts like she has no sense of humor at all. I don’t even think she’s funnier than my 4-year-old stepnephew.

6. “Why do you think we are obsessed with you when we hook up? - 9 times out of ten, I just want you to leave, too. I’m busy, I got shit to do.” I call bullshit. You know, sometimes, when two people hook up, one person might decide they want more from the other person than just having sex with them. To be fair, that happened to me at least three times so far. So, if this is a possibility one has to consider, it only makes sense to take caution, right? Right. I don’t even want to argue about this topic. PS: what shit do you have to do? Make stupid videos crying about being oppressed by the patriarchy? Jeez, I’m starting to insult you, and we are just 1/7 done. Oh boy.

7. “Why can’t I sleep with as many people as I want to without being judged? When men do it, they are congratulated.” By whom? Do you really think men celebrate with their friends when they managed to have sex with a woman? I’m going to tell you a secret, but you have to promise you won’t tell anyone, okay? We don’t. We talk about it, and sometimes, we are like “Nice, man”, but not like “Wow, you banged that slut”, more like “it’s nice that you had sex because sex is something people really fucking enjoy”. Do you get my point?Secondly, nobody cares about your sex life. But if you have sex with a whole lot of partners, it will eventually be disgusting at some point. Do you want to have sex with a guy that stuck his dick in, like, 100 different meat flaps? Yeah, that’s what I thought. PS: I don’t think you noticed that most of the people that do “slut shaming” or whatever the fuck you guys call it, are women themselves, who think they are better people or more pure than others by telling them they’re sluts.

8. “Why do you consider a woman a tease if she doesn’t sleep with you after three dates, but a slut if she sleeps with you on the first date?” Let me repeat myself: Who? Which guy even thinks like that? Were there no more cliché things you could think of that in some magical cliché-world men are thinking?

9. “In what world does “no” mean “yes”? - “No” means “no”!” So you’re talking about rape now, huh? Fuck off. I’m not gonna talk to you about rape, because people like you have made the word lose it’s meaning.

10. “Why do you say women are too emotional to be leaders, then justify catcalling by saying “men just can’t control themselves”?” I’ve never heard a man say either of that. But if you want a somewhat logical answer: women are naturally more inclined to show their emotions, which is something that can be seen by looking at facial expressions and the way of speaking. When women talk, they usually express a lot more of their emotions through facial expressions, as well as the tone of their voice. Listen to a man and a woman say the same sentence. The man’s voice will mostly stay the same, whereas the woman’s voice will change tone and pitch a lot more. As a political leader, you don’t always want other people to know what your thoughts and feelings are.

11. “Why do you think that just because you are nice to me, I owe you my body?” I don’t. You don’t owe me your body, even if I give you a new sports car as a gift. But if I am being a nice person, and a woman I find attractive is a nice person, too, and it seems like we are getting along well, is it really that far off to come to the conclusion that it might be okay to make a move? A move that doesn’t include force, that is. In today’s society, being nice doesn’t seem to be a basic human trait anymore, so it takes some effort to always be nice to a person. There are people out there who think they deserve a fucking medal for being nice, and they are wrong, but if I am nice towards someone, it’s most likely to gain their affection. So yes, if I am nice to a woman, that sometimes implies that I would like to sleep with that woman. If she’s being nice, too, I might be led to assume that she thinks similarly, so some people get frustrated if their expectations aren’t met.

12. “Why would you ever send an unsolicited dickpic?” How about you don’t ask men in general, but the people who do this? It’s not like all men are just taking pictures of their genitals and spreading them around the world, retard.

13. “Why do you think it’s okay to harass women, but when somebody does it to your sister, it’s not okay?” WHO? Who in the world says it’s alright to harass anybody? 3rd wave Feminists just like to overreact to everything, calling a guy tapping their shoulder a rapist and shit like that. What you think is harassment is NOT harassment in a lot of cases. Not gonna argue about that either.

14. “How does it feel to interrupt me when I’m in the middle of making a point during a meeting?” You make it sound like MEN ONLY interrupt WOMEN ONLY. Here’s the cold, hard truth for ya: Everyone gets interrupted sometimes. You’re not that fucking special.

15. “Why do you have to sit with your legs spread wide open? I get that you have balls, but you don’t see me walking around with my arms spread open to make room for my boobs.” A: Because sitting with your legs spread is comfortable as fuck. B: If our balls were located elsewhere on our bodies, so they wouldn’t be squished between our legs when we sit down, we wouldn’t do it as often. If your boobs got squished by your arms, you would spread them all the time. Did you even think about that question for the fraction of a second? PS: Do I complain about women taking up more space with their enormous bags? Or about fat people taking extra space with their, you know, fat bodies?

16. “Why are women perceived as the “weaker sex”, even though we literally birth you?” Congratulations, your body is able to do what it was designed for. I guess you women are better at giving birth than men. Listen, on average, women don’t possess the physical strength of men. That’s just biology. If you want to be perceived as strong, build up some muscle, or do something that makes men look strong, for example: become a construction worker or join the military. What, you don’t want to do hard physical labour all day or risk your life on the battlefield? Women are statistically much less likely to lose their lives during work, because most dangerous jobs are taken by men. (Women make up 47% of the workforce but only account for 7% of the work-related injuries.) If you want to be perceived as strong, why don’t you do something else than sit in a comfortable, propably air-conditioned office, making videos about why you hate men and why the world is so unfair?

17. “Why is it so bad to show your emotions? - It means you’re human.” I am raging at you right at this moment. Rage is an emotion. Fuck you. I already answered the question why it seems like men show less emotion. Oh, and maybe it’s because of fucktards like you, who tell us to “man up” and drink out of mugs that say “male tears”. You’re starting to contradict yourself there. Boys are often being told that “boys don’t cry” and other bullshit like that. If a man shows too much emotion, it’s perceived as a sign of weakness. You talk about privilege all the time, but has it ever crossed your mind that women are privileged because they can show their emotions anytime they want without having to think about social consequences or being called a pussy or a faggot by other members of our society? Let me ask you two questions: How often have you heard someone say “If you were a real man...”? And how often have you heard someone say “If you were a real woman...”? That’s right. You make statements that you think are absolutely true, because you think you understand how this world works, yet you don’t seem to put ANY thought into these questions.

18. “Why are you always trying to prove your masculinity to me?” Look at my answer to the previous question, you egocentric fuck. Have you thought about the slight possibilty that people just behave the way they do because they enjoy behaving this way instead of trying to impress you. You are a selfish cunt.

19. “Why the fuck isn’t it ladylike to cuss? When did words get gendered?” It’s also not gentlemanlike to cuss. Cursing is not a “man thing”, if you want to curse, than fucking go ahead, I don’t give a shit. But cursing is generally impolite, EVEN IF A MAN DOES IT. Do I have to spell everything out for you? And when words got gendered was propably the same time 3rd wave feminism was invented. Before that, nobody gave a fuck about “genders”. There were men, women and transgender people, and everyone seemed to be alright with that.

20. “Why is your first instinct to doubt women who have been sexually violated or raped?” Because accusing someone of fucking rape is a big deal. Even if he’s proven innocent, his reputation will be severely damaged, and in many cases, their lives are ruined. So, it doesn’t really make sense to give the maybe-victim the benefit of the doubt. There is this thing called “The Assumption of Innocence”, which means that someone accused of any crime is legally innocent until proven otherwise, which is the right way to do it. It’s kinda like this “pics or it didn’t happen” thing, but more serious. If you accuse someone of rape or sexual violence, you gotta have proof. Also, you throw the word “rape” around, calling every fucking tiny thing rape, it’s lost it’s meaning and maybe that’s why people do not believe rape victims as much anymore.

21. “Why do you assume that a woman is angry because she’s on her period?” I don’t, usually I’m trying to comfort my female friends when they tell me they’re on their period. But, to give you an answer: a lot of women (not all women!) are easily irritable during their period due to hormones, and that’s why men tend to be careful or blame bad moods on periods. Maybe women should talk about why they get angry at their significant other more openly instead of expecting them to know what the deal is. “Oh, he should be able to figure it out!” Yeah, no. Fuck off. I’m not a mindreader, so you either tell me what’s wrong or you deal with it by yourself.

22. “Why do you think women that wear makeup are false advertising? We could say the same about your dick size.” Are you actually comparing those two things? It’s not hard for a woman to enhance her facial features using makeup, while on the other hand, I don’t even know how I could make my penis look bigger than it is. It’s not like I can put some foundation and some highlighter on my dick and make it look two inches bigger, you retard. 23. “Why isn’t it weird that there’s a bunch of old white men, sitting in a room, making legislation about what I can and can not do with my body?” It would be exactly as weird if it was a bunch of black men, so mentioning that was not just unneccesary, but also pointless. To make this portion of your sentence viable at all, you have to make assumptions about people based on their skin color, which is racist. Don’t dare to try and tell me otherwise, you have to be a racist to make this work. Do you expect to fight racism with racism? Plus, those are the people that your country voted to make legislation. There have to be laws in a country, and I don’t know of any law that restricts you if you want to do stuff to your body. Oh, and wasn’t it a room full of white men that decided women should be allowed to vote? 24. “Why are straight guys so obsessed with lesbians?” Well, I personally am not. But it’s easy to figure out. Let me refer to the explanation ShoeOnHead did in one of her videos: straight men are attracted to women. Lesbian porn features two (!!!!) women at once, naked and doing sex stuff. It’s two of a thing a straight men likes, together. Why is it strange to like that? Also, lesbian porn is the kind of porn most searched by women. Why are women so obsessed with lesbians? And even more important: why are many women so obsessed with gay guys?

25. “How does it feel to get kicked in the balls?” If you can’t figure out how it feels to get kicked in one of the most sensitive regions of your body, you must be pretty dumb. But let me explain: sometimes, the pain is so intense, that the body releases adrenaline and other chemicals to numb the pain immediately, so sometimes it might even take a few seconds for the agony to kick in. Other than that: try to imagine a severe pain in your crotch, cimbined with the feeling of having to throw up creeping up to your stomach. There are cases of people throwing up or blacking out after getting kicked in the balls, so there you go.

26. “Don’t you ever get tired of trying to be manly all the time?” Who says I am even trying to be manly? And: don’t you ever get tired of trying to be “womanly” all the time? Don’t you get tired of putting on all this makeup and wearing high-heels? To answer your question: not really. It comes naturally to most men, because, well, they are men.

27. “Why are you so afraid of gender equality?” Who the fuck are you talking to? And do you even know what the fuck you are talking about? To quote Dr Shaym: “You cannot pretend to be a movement for equality when you are only concerned for the issues of one gender and completely disregard or downplay the issues of the other. It’s that simple.”

28. “Why do I deserve to be paid less than you? - In what world does 77 cents equal a dollar? - In what world does 68 cents equal a dollar? How is this fair?” Apart from the fact that the number even changes randomly, I have something for you to watch: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wjWBXbGVyQU For those of you who are to lazy to click an this link and watch a video that’s about half a minute long: the wage gap doesn’t exist. It’s based on statistics that don’t take into account: -the different jobs of the people surveyed -the hours worked -that men are more likely to ask for raises and promotions -that men retire later -that men are less likely to take time off -that men are more likely to work overtime among other factors, meaning this statistics mean nothing. Don’t you think if companies could get away with just paying women less, they’d hire women to save money? PS: Actually, there aren’t 36 quesions in the video, because these four questions are basically the same thing. Stop talking about makeup and dicks, because THIS is false advertising for sure.

29. “Why are you intimidated by a woman who makes more money than you? That’s awesome! More money!” I’m not intimidated by a woman who earns more than me. And if more money is awesome, why the fuck are you cunts still bitching about men allegedly earning more than women? It’s more money! I am beating you with your own fucking argument, that’s how bad you are at arguing!

30. “Why are opinionated women seen as bitches, when opinionated men are seen as bosses?” Do you even go outside? Have you ever even interacted with human beings that are not part of your stupid ideology?

31. “Why don’t you speak up when you hear your male friends behind closed doors make jokes that are offensive to women?” Because a) I’m not a woman, so these jokes don’t offend me. b) There’s noone around that would be offended, so why speak up? c) we’re talking about fucking jokes here, alright? Again, I get the feeling that you don’t understand humor. I highly suggest you watch the video by The Amazing Atheist I told you about earlier. Do you speak up, when you hear your female friends behind closed doors make jokes that could be offensive to men?

32. “Why are you so afraid of recognizing your own privilege? It doesn’t mean you’re a bad person. Just recognize it and do something about it.” Tell me about one legal privilige that I as a man have that you as a woman don’t. Because I can think of stuff that’s the other way around.

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saltypurpleduck · 7 years

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Fuck you Facebook....

So not my normal topic but whatever. I have no where else that's safe to vent this stuff so why not.... Also quick edit to add this is apparently going to be a LONG post. Just a heads up sooo... Guess it's story time.... Another edit. I tried to make sure I tagged enough to keep anyone from seeing this who might be hurt by it so some warning. I talk about my mental illness and some low points, and also I talk about pregnacy loss. So it gets heavy and I talk about these things with a frankness that can seem cold and be off putting so fair warning.

Facebook's suggested post algorithm thingy has decided that I'm pregnant. It decides weird shit all the time, and actually gets things scary accurate at times, but this time is VERY wrong. I'm sure it has to do with my recent search history on micro-premies, my obsessive clicking through baby clothes sites, and the fact that I am in the major minority amongst my Facebook mommy friends who only has one child.... Anyway Facebooks creepy ass fortune teller thing is very wrong this time, and this time it hurts.

The idea of having another child is polarizing for me. On one hand I have baby fever like a mother fucker, on the other hand another pregnancy scares the shit piss out of me.

I am fortunate in that I have never experianced a lost pregnacy. Okay... You know what that's a lie. I had a chemical pregnacy durring my first marriage. Literally no one knows but me and now the internet. I only even knew I was pregnant because I went to an appointment to get birth control. Like always they made me take a test, it came back positive so no birth control for me, they did another test to double check because I had JUST had my period two weeks prior, then a blood test... Yep I was pregnant. Like two weeks later, maybe three I lost time a lot back then, got cramps for the first time in my life and had some spotting. Called the doctor, they sugested going to the ER, by the time I'm seen full on bleeding. Sure enough the pregnacy is a no go. I just want to say my "meh" attidude about it is my way of dealing with it. I was in an abusive relationship at the time, I never got the chance to tell him before the pregnacy ended, and honestly a child would have been the worse thing to happen in that situation. Also I had the BEST doctor at the ER, he was very kind and took care to explain that there was nothing I could do or did do. Honestly with the way my periods are I would have mever known had I not had my birth control appointment that month. I'm late and flat out miss periods ALL the time. The cramping was the only diffence between losing that pregnacy and a period that I would have noticed had I not taken that required pregnacy test. I was very sad when it first happened but I was sad a lot in that time. The fact that I was pretty educated in the pregnacy departmemt helped a lot. I knew what chemical pregnacies were, and I knew that it most likely meant that for whatever reason the pregnacy just wasn't viable. You probably noticed I don't use the word "baby" here for this. At this time in my life my head was not well. Honestly durring those couple of weeks I knew I was pregnant I often forgot I was. I never got to the point of thinking of my pregnacy as a "baby" growing inside me. So my mind did the only sane thing it ever did durring that time in my life, it never registrated that pregnacy as a baby, so I never felt like I lost a child. It helped me move on and not spirl even fasted into the depression that had been taking over me. Maybe losing that pregnacy was some sort of devine intervention. I will never know. I'm feeling a lot of things talking about it. I literally never spoke or wrote about it passed the ER visit. Not even in my jornals, or with a therapist. No one knew. He never knew, my family and friends never knew, I never even told the doctor when I was pregnant with my daughter and they asked. Honestly I didn't even view it as hiding it or lying about it. I forget it happened all the time. Strange. Anyway..... Beyond that point back to Facebook fucking off....

I have the worse baby fever and basically always have. I'm one of those girls that would have been thrilled to get knocked up at fifteen, but I was also smart enough to know better and too emotionally wrecked to get laid to begin with.

Also I'm terrifide of being pregnant. Losing a child is my worse fear. I've had noghtmares about miscarriages simce I got my first period. Always made all those "greatest fear" questions from teachers and stuff real dark real quick. Brad doesn't like hieghts, Cindy hates spiders, Jamie has nightmares about miscarriage. (Also if I'm being too frank or discriptive at all durring this I'm sorry if I have hurt anyone with it. I'm trying my best to not get detailed and have rewritten a lot of this to edit out my normal harshness. I cope with stuff in a strange way, and I want to put my story out there but not in a way that might hurt someone who has ever delt with any of this.)

Basically every woman in my family on both sides has had issues of some kind. Fertility issues, miscariages, infant loss, premature birth.... All of it. Some of them everything on the list, most of them at least one pregnacy loss.

Many of us have sufferd postpartum depression. Myself included. This is where my biggest fear in getting pregant again comes from.

I was sick, and I mean SICK, throughout my entire pregnacy. I couldn't hold water down half the time, medications were given that were no help, I had so many bladder infections from being dehydrated. I also was just plan sick. Constantly with a head cold or upper respiratory infection. Then at about thirty weeks the Braxton Hicks set in. OH MY GOD. I spent HOURS hook up to that stupid monitoring belt because they were just SO sure I was going into labor. So I was pretty down before she got here, and depression has been a part of my life since I was a child. The odds were against me.

Sure enough after she was born I nose dived, further into my depression than I have ever gone before. Now don't get me wrong, I loved and still love my daughter. I took VERY good care of her. Constantly paranoia that someone is going to take your child from you does that. I spent hours a day researching to make sure I was doing everything right and that ahe had the safest baby things on the market. We were at the pediatrician's office with even the tinest sign something was wrong, this actually paid off a time or two so I'm not mad. However.... I did NOTHING for myself. I would go days without eating properly. Then the breast milk dried up (wonder why?) and I found myself crying and in hystarics in the formula aisle because I had failedy daughter by giving her "fake" milk. Every knock at the door sent me into sheer panics, and after a year of this I began to talk openly about killing myself so that her father could find her a "better" mommy.

Natrually this lead to what was propably the best and worse thing ever. A hospital stay. FUCK that hospital, sorry "behavioral clinic" I was so doped up I couldn't make sentances.y one and ONLY therapy one on one was my out paitent "safety plan" where they give you a list about removing knives and rooe from your house. I CAN NOT make this shit up. After my ONLY visit with a doctor at check in where I was misdiagnosed (badly I might add) and doped up the doctor put me on the standard lock down for suicide, which meant I couldn't leave our little ward/wing/area thing. This meant I couldn't go for group therapy, go to the cafitria, get visitors, or go for daily outside exercise time. So I ate in front of the nurses in the tv area with the dude they always stripped his clothes off and the guy they could barely feed himself. I watched a lot of TV, and colored. The order os normally for twenty four hours to make sure you're stable. The doctor forgot about me. She never lifted the order. I was too doped up to notice. A very nice guy who was in with me noticed. He and the group lady and a wonderful nurse brought it up to the paitent aviocate. After five days I was finally off lock down. I was there for ten. A saving grace was the group lady. After two days she took me to group anyway, and often let us have it in the court yard since we weren't getting are rightful outside time. My favorite nurse let me have visitation. Those two things saved me in those first five days. I felt so guilty when I left. So many people I had come to know who had been so kind to me were stuck there, for lord knows how long.

I found a silver lining though. I ended up with a great therapist after that. My psychiatrists were shit and to this day I still don't think I have ever been properly diagnosed or medicated, but my therapist was great. I saw her the other day and ahe remembered me and took tweenty minutes out of her day to ask how I've been and remembered things about my life. I haven't been able to see her in almost two years.

So now I sit and woder. What if it happens again? What if this time it's worse? What will that do to my daughter? How do I handle that, a newborn, and a small child?

So anyway the whole point of this was SUPPOSED to be....

Fuck you Facebook guessing thing. Yeah I want more kids, but I might not get to have them, and fuck you for reminding me about all of the things I hold guilt for. So rant done. It wasn't meant to be this long but I guess I needed to ramble.

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strangerontheotherside84 · 4 years

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Wild Child || Part 4

Warnings: language (the usual)

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You were staring at the big clock inside Sam Goody’s, whose neon hands were informing you that it was almost 9 pm. Closing time. Normally you would already be ready to head off, pickup Steve from Scoops Ahoy and get the fuck home. Especially on a nice day like this, where there weren’t that many customers anyway. However, the two guys that had been looking through records for over an hour now, were kinda preventing you from that. You might had seen them at school before, however, they must have either been a few years older or younger than you.

You let out a sigh before finally turning your attention towards them: „Hey guys, if you don’t plan on buying anything I’ll have to ask you to leave. I have to start closing the store now.“

„How about we’ll help you with that princess? I’m sure you’ll find a way to express your gratitude.“

„How about you’ll come over here and suck my dick, princess?“,you quickly fired back. „Woah chill. No need to be this agressive.“,the taller one of the two guys tried to appease you while putting up his hands in defense.

„No need to be this agressive.“ you aped him while grabbing an old magazine off the counter to throw at the two boys, „Get the fuck out of here before I get really agressive you fuckin’ dildos!“

„And that’s supposed to be the hot chick that blows guys in the back of the store?“ one of them muttered under his breath while his friend grabbed him by the arm, indicading that it might be a good idea to leave before discussing this topic any further.

„Get lost, assholes!“ another voice echoed across the room,causing the couple to run away as quickly as they could.

„Thanks for defending my honor Steve but I’m able to take care of myself.“ „I know that and I could see that. You’re in strikingly good shape today.“ „Always.“

„What makes these jerks think that they can just come in here and talk to you like that? Is that the new thing now?“, Steve muttered through gritted teeth while taking a seat on the counter, watching you count todays revenue. „Oh haven’t you heard? I’m the new town whore. Always at your service.“,you replied with a smile while giving him the thumbs up, your voice was drenched in sarcasm.

„No you’re not.“ „I know I’m not. But still, apparently somebody has been talking shit, since this was about the tenth time that something like that has happened this week. Pretty sure it was Carol and Tommy H. or one of their friends. I hate those bitches.“,you were getting yourself into rage as you slammed the register shut, hid the keys under the counter and began to slowly move towards the entrance door. Indicating that Steve better follow you if he didn’t wanna spend the night at Starcourt.

„You’d think that now that High School is over they’d finally get a life.“ Steve muttered while shaking his head,“ If I’ll find out it was really them who did that I’m gonna-“

„No Steve it’s fine.“ you waved off,“I really don’t care what anybody in this shithole thinks of me. They’re propably still mad that you’ve kept hanging out with me after ditching them. You know if I was a guy they wouldn’t care about rumors like that. Hell, they’d propably be all over me!“

„See Billy.“

Billy. This must have been the first time in weeks that you had heard somebody say his name, let alone actively thought about him. Since that far from pleasant visit you had had at his house- shoutout to Mr. Hargrove, your cheek had been bruised and swollen for over a week- Billy had been more than actively avoiding you. And that was putting it mildly. He had even started hanging around his dipshit friends from school again. Which might even be the reason for the towns sudden interest in your sex life.

„What’s wrong?“, the voice of Steve suddenly ripped you from your thoughts, right back into reality. Which in this case, were the gloomy premises of Starcourt Mall, the whole scenery only being illuminated by several colorful neon signs.

„Huh?“ „Don’t huh at me y/n y/l/n! That’s your worried face. Don’t see that too often but when I do then there’s always something bothering you… a lot.“

„Ok you got me Steve Harrington.“

„Is it mullet boy?“ „Why don’t the two of you just cut it with the cute nicknames and fuck already?“ you mumbled while pulling down the grid in front of the entrance and locking up the store.

„Y/n! Focus!“

„Alright, alright, chill!“ you gave in,“Yeah it is mullet boy.“

You had to give Steve his due, that was a pretty good one.

„And what about him?“ „Well he’s been ignoring- well avoiding me since my wonderful encounter with his trashbag of a father and I kinda have the feeling that I might have gotten him into trouble… like… big trouble, Steve.“,you kept your eyes on the rather dirty tile floor as the two of you made your way across the food court, towards the employee exit.

„Don’t worry about that y/n. I mean yeah you’re pretty snarky and yes sometimes you really don’t know when to keep your mouth shut an-“ „Steve! Focus!“

„Sorry.“ Steve mumbled ,while swinging open the door that lead onto the parking lot. „So what I was actually trying to say is that, as far as I know, that guy was pretty pissed because his son is a whore and you told him that you’re not involved in that issue. What else could you have done?“

„Maybe been honest or just shut the fuck up.“, you shrugged.

„You told him that you haven’t been messing around with Billy, why wouldn’t that count as being honest?“

You had arrived at Steve’s BMW by now, a fresh breeze was blowing through your hair and you felt as if you had to confess that you had run over the neighbors cat.

„Well…because…it’s only partly true, Steve.“

„How can you partly screw someone?“,Steve chuckled, obviously very unaware of the situation. „Partly, because I clearly wasn’t with Billy that night…or any other night of that week. But that doesn’t mean that I never…you know….“ you were fumbling with the collar of your leather jacket, while turning towards your best friend,resting your back against his car, “Steve please don’t make me say this out loud.“

„What? You and Hargrove?“- Now he go it. -“When? How?- Oh no wait don’t answer that last part!“

„The hell I will answer that, Steve!“ „But…why? I mean…no! Ew!“

„Yeah, yeah I know. You may reproach me with that for all of eternity!“

„I will! So you guys are like…don’t make me say it y/n… datin-?

„Fuck! No! Steve! Definitely not! Gross!“

„Thank god. At least something about this talk that won’t haunt me forever. So why did you hook up with him then? Is that some new type of friendship bonding activity I don’t know about?“ „As it turns out we’re both equally bad at dealing with being angry or drunk..or both. That’s all. Nothing more. Also it was just a few times.“

„A few times?“

„Well you do know how often I get angry,Steve. Jesus I really should stop talking from time to time.“

„Yeah okay enough with that and back to the real issue here!“ „What? That the earth can’t just magically swallow me and I’ll have to actually endure this talk?“

„That you feel guilty for maybe getting your friend in trouble. And that you would really like to keep him as a friend.“

„Yeah enough with the mind-reading already! I know what the issue is. But what do I do about it?“

„I don’t know. Talk to him? With actual words for a change.“

„Screw you Steve Harrington. But you’re right. Thanks. I appreciate it. Really do.“

„You’re welcome! And I really hope you used protection!“

„Mostly!“, you quickly answered while storming off towards your car. „Jesus y/n are you fucking kidding me?“,Steve yelled after you across the empty parking lot. „Nothing happened!“, you yelled back, while opening the drivers door.

„Well good because that would have been the most stupid baby in the world.“

„I know! Goodnight, mom! Love you!“, you slammed the door shut and drove of while waving at Steve who was shaking his head at you as he entered his own car.

Ok so talking to Billy could be a bit more complicated than it first sounded since A: he didn’t seem like he wanted to talk to you, at least not for the past 4 weeks and B: you were more or less banned from his house. But since it was 10 pm on a staurday night and you didn’t have anything better to do, you’d might as well give it a try.

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Wild Child (Billy Hargrove x Reader) part 7

tagged-list: @speedmetalqueen @charmed-asylum

One last look in the mirror and you were done. You knew it was just unvoluntary help at a middle school dance but you had come to the realization that you wouldn’t want those kids to think that a homeless person had somehow gotten access to their school. No matter how much you didn’t want to go, it was a christmas themed party after all. At least that’s what Steve told you…propably wanting to prevent you from scaring his children.

Even though his reasoning didn’t make much sense, in the end you had given in. The only thing you had been very against was wearing a dress. No need to hyperbole like that.

You had put some silver glitter makeup on your eyes and were wearing tight black leather pants, a lace top and silver boots. And let’s be honest, it wouldn’t get more fancy than this.

You turned off the tape recorder which had been blasting Ratt’s „Round and Round“ up until now, before grabbing the flask from your drawer and heading down the stairs towards the front door.

„Has anybody in this house seen my car keys or do I have to hot-wire again?“ you yelled while putting on your leather jacket, trying to locate the keys in the pockets with your hands.

„Where you’re going you don’t need car keys anyway.“

You froze in shock at the sound of his voice behind you.

„Uncle Lou what did I tell you about not locking the back door?“ you yelled towards the living room as you turned around to see Billy fucking Hargrove standing in your hallway, „It enables intrusion of outside pests and vermin.“ you mumbled the last part through gritted teeth.

How could he dare to? And more imprortant HOW did he know where you lived?

Billy was standing in the doorway, eyeing you up with a smirk on his face. He was wearing tight black jeans, a leather jacket and a red shirt that he apparently hadn’t even tried to button-up.

„Speechless?“, he teased, raising his eyebrows at you.

„In denial.“ you growled.

„(Y/n) you never told me your friends were so lovely.“

„That thing is not my friend, Helen.“ „(Y/N)! You really shouldn’t be this unfriendly. Billy is such a charming young man.“

„Oh you can have him Helen I don’t mind.“

„(Y/N)!“ you uncle’s girlfriend laughed nervously.

„It’s ok Helen I’m used to that. (Y/n) is just joking.“ Billy chuckled.

Oh god you were about to throw up.

„Listen it was really nice meeting you Helen but we really gotta go now. My sister Maxine is waiting in the car and she wouldn’t wanna be late to the ball.“

„Oh of course you kids should get going. Thank you so much again for driving (y/n). That is so sweet of you.“

„I’ll bring her home safely.“

„BYE.“ you interrupted them annoyed, swinging open the front door to escape this spectacle from hell.

„Oh before I forget it (y/n) make sure to take your keys with you. You know we will be visiting my sister and won’t be back until sunday.“ Helen said as she quickly grabbed your keys from the key rack and put them in your hand.

„Good to know.“ Billy muttered under his breath as he brushed past you.

Oh boy you wish! But you couldn’t deny that his words caused the hair on the back of your neck to stand up for a split second.

„What the actual fuck are you doing here?“ you hissed while walking towards the blue camaro. Trying to be as quiet as possible in order to prevent Helen from running to Billy’s defense.

„Told you I’d pick you up.“ Billy grinned as he opened the passenger door. „Max, backseat!“

„Oh no. I’ll be very willing to leave that privilege to her.“ you laughed as you pushed past the curly haired boy and made yourself comfortable in the backseat.

Nobody had spoken a word during the whole ride. Which to be fair was highly appreciated by you since you didn’t have anything nice to say to Billy anyways, especially nothing that was meant for the ears of his 13 year old sister. But to be honest she didn’t seem too fond of him either.

„When do you want me the pick you up here again?“, Billy faced his sister with an annoyed look on his face as soon a the car had come to a standstill at the parking lot.

„Oh you don’t need to we’re all sleeping at Mikes place….mom knows about it.“ the red haired girl quickly answered before jumping out of the car and running towards her friends .

„Did you die back there?“ the curly haired boy asked while looking at you through the rear mirror. „What?“

„You haven’t been complaining in the last 20 minutes, which for you must be a new record.“

„Oh I was just so busy admiring all of your beautiful souvenirs.“, you scoffed holding up a bra which you had spotted next to your feet, „And getting the feeling that I could really need a shower after tonight.“

„I could help you with that.“ Billy hummed suggestively as he leaned behind, reaching towards your lap only to unbuckle your seatbelt with a dirty grin on his face. „We should really get inside now. Unless you know someting better that could be done in this car.“ „Other than getting an STD? No not really.“ you quickly replied, shoving his hand away and leaving the Camaro, quickly making your way towars the entrance of Hawkins Middle School.

„Miss (y/l/n)!“

„Mr. Clarke. It’s so nice to see you.“. you greeted the man sitting next to the entrance. „Didn’t think that you would be interested in visiting our beloved Snowball.“

„Well…I kinda need to be here you know.“ „Yes Mr. Jenkins had told me we would get some extra helpers today. Then you must be Mr….Hargrove?“ „Yeah.“

„Max’s older brother right? She’s such a smart kid.“

„Yeah..maybe.“ Billy mumbled.

„So Mr. Clarke what exactly will be our job for tonight?“ you asked. To be honest everything seemed to already be pretty much set up.

„It would be really nice if you could just have an eye on the kids. The restrooms are all the way down the hallway and you know parents in Hawkins tend to get a little over protective these days.“ „So you just want us to hang around in the hallway making sure that these kids aren’t too stupid to find the restrooms?“ „Would you prefere to help with the buffet Mr. Hargrove?“ „No no…nevermind…it’s fine.“

„Perfect. Have fun you two. And don’t be to harsh on him Miss (y/l/n).“

„I’ll try my best. See you around Mr. Clarke.“

„So what? You’re only friends with losers now?“ Billy grunted as the two of you walked through the fully decorated gym towards the exit which would lead you to the hallway. „Oh don’t be such a grumpy bitch Hargrove. Mr. Clarke is the nicest and coolest teacher I’ve ever had. Trust me if you would have had a teacher like him growing up you’d propably be less of a miserable asshole.“

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Wild Child (Billy Hargrove x Reader) part 2

Disclamer: idk where this is going but I guess I’m just gonna update this whenever I’m bored and have a fun idea

Warnings: swearing, mention of abuse (kinda), sexual tension

Billy took one last look at himself in the mirror of the mens restroom, quickly fixing his messy curls, before lighting a cigarette and heading back into the dark concert hall. The gig was almost over and he hadn’t spotted you yet. Not that he wanted to but he was actually impressed that you would be the kind of girl to go to a RATT show all by herself in the middle of nowhere. But you were propably just talking shit. Better for him. Like that he was able to enjoy a dope concert without your bitchy attitude driving him up the walls.

„ALRIGHT INDIANA THIS IS OUR LAST SONG! MAKE SOME NOISE!“

Alright, this meant it was time for Billy to go. He would usually leave a show a bit earlier than everybody else in order to get his blue Camaro out of the parking lot before it was crowded with drunk kids. Just before arriving at his beloved car Billy heard a noise that made him turn around. Nevermind, it was just two of the said drunk kids making out heavily on the hood of a car. Or maybe even fucking. But who cared?

But what Billy then saw almost caused him to drop his keys. That was YOU with some guy. And to be honest you seemed kinda bored. Nevertheless, Billy felt caught when your eyes suddenly met his. You winked at him just before rubbing yourself even harder against that dude and letting out a loud moan while flipping Billy off.

What a fucking tease.

Like, Billy knew that you had a pretty good taste in music but god you were such a bitch. But something like this? Damn, it made you almost seem kinda cool, and he didn’t like that. Because if there was one thing the two of you could agree on was that you hated each other and wouldn’t want to change a thing about that.

„ASSHOLE!“ you yelled at the car passing by honking at you. Usually it wasn’t a problem to hitchhike back home from shows, you had done this before but tonight seemed to be the night of brainless fuckers. If you had a dollar for everytime some of these jerks had pretended to stop just to honk at you or say some stupid shit like „Hey babe maybe you should try it backstage it’s getting cold tonight.“….you’d propably could have payed for a taxi to Hawkins. Not like those excisted anyway.

After what felt like forever, the parking lot behind you was now completly empty and the concert hall shut off it’s light, a car finally seemed to stop for you. Which was good because sooner or later your finger would have probably frozen off. You almost couldn’t see because of the bright headlights but somehow made your way to the rolled down window at the side of the passenger seat.

„Hey thanks for stopping dude are you driving anywhere near Hawkins?“

„Actually yes. Lucky you.“

„Oh hell no.“

Billy smirked at you licking his lips while leaning towards the door to swing it open for you. He moved his hand across the passenger seat, indicating that you should enter the car. He knew you weren’t gonna say no, which caused him to smirk even cockier.

As much as you didn’t want to grant him this satisfaction, especially not after your encounter at school, you knew that this was the only way for you to get home before the next day. If you wouldn’t have frozen to death by then. You accepted your fate and took a seat in the blue Camaro.

„You looked pretty bored back there. So I thought I’d be nice for once and offer you a ride.“ Billy grinned at you, running his fingers through his sweaty curls.

„Oh what a lucky girl I am.“ you replied in a sarcastic tone, which, to be honest was pretty close to your usual tone „As if you’re never bored while hooking up with those pretty High School girls.“

„I thought girls didn’t just hook up with some random guy.“ he chuckled while lighting another cigarette, blowing the smoke directly towards you.

„What? You mean girls can’t just have sex with somene because they want to have some fun? Without even liking the guy?“ your sarcasm intensified as you dramatically clutched at your chest, “How do you think you get laid so often?“.

„Touché.“ Billy mumbled as he turned up the radio, which was blasting a Ted Nugent tape and stepped on the gas, causing you to be pushed deeper into your seat.

Wow he must really been having a rough week. Not knowing how to respond to you for the second time in two days? That was something new.

You didn’t speak for most of the ride but you could feel Billys eyes on you over and over again.

„Maybe you should focus on the street.“ you suggested after a while.

„Don’t mind me. I’m just thinking about the best way to throw you out of the moving car without damaging the seats. It relaxes me.“ he mumbled.

„Hey I didn’t force you to drive me home.“

„Yeah yeah chill. Don’t need you to turn into your bitchy self again.“ he scoffed „Why would you even hitchhike to a gig in the first place? I thought you had a car?“

„Well yeah but A: said car broke down a few days ago an B: I wanted to get as drunk as possible.“

„And are you?“

„What?“

„As drunk as possible.“

You let out a quiet laugh „Well I’m sitting in Billy Hargrove’s Camaro at 11pm on a Saturday night. Is that enough of an answer?“

„Not really. By the way, Ì know I’m giving you a ride home but where exactly is that? Like where do you want me to drop you off?“

„Just drop me off at your place. Cherry Road right? I can walk from there.“ you replied.

„What? Don`t want you parents to see me?“ he scoffed raising his eyebrows while looking at you.

„Actually there are no parents who could see you, so no. I just like to walk home. Also, you knowing where I live would make this whole night even weirder.“

„Oh sorry I didn’t know….what happened to your parents?“ You could hear a sudden change in his voice. Less pretentious prick and more like he actually…cared?

Wow he must be a lot more drunk than you were. And you had had 6 beers. Which were probably the reason why you decided to tell your family story to the one guy you hated most: „Well to make it short, never met my dad, mom got a new boyfriend, said guy was a total dick. Lots of fighting up tp the point where my mom was forced to decide between him and myself. And well we can all guess how that one turned out.“ you laughed out loud while gesturing at your appearance, „Well and now I’m technically living with my uncle who owns the garage on Laing Lane. Said uncle has a small flat above his garage and is therefore never really home. So you could say that I’m somewhat living on my own in the tiny ugly house my mum kindly left me.“

„When you say fighting…what.. what do you mean?“ Billy asked hesitantly.

Wow that was really all he got from that? No stupid dickhead jokes about driving you home and making you feel less alone?

„Well fighting….all kinds of..from yelling at each other to sometimes even beating the shit out of each other. Which I must admit was mostly me losing.“ you could see real concern in Billys eyes and something else that you couldn’t quite explain. „However the two good things that came out of this are the fact that I’m free to do whatever I want now and that I can actually discolate my jaw on purpose…whenever I need it.“

„Wait really?“ there we go you had Billy’s usual attention back on you. He looked at you with big eyes.

„No dickhead I was just trying to brighten the mood.“ you laughed „But it’s good to know that this is what you picked up from this talk. And now please forget everything my drunken self just told you and go back to hating me again.“

„Who said I ever stopped doing that?“ Billy smirked at you while suddenly stopping the car. You hadn’t realized that you had already arrived in front of the small house on Cherry Road. Billy turned off the engine which caused the lights inside the car to switch on. The curly haired boy was looking directly into your eyes, wearing the usual cocky grin on his face. The messy hair was sticking to his face, propably still sweaty from the show. You hadn’t realized until now that he wasn’t wearing a shirt underneath his leather jacket and caught yourself staring at his shiny abs for a little too long.

Definitely too long. Holy fuck you needed to get home. His abs weren’t shiny he was just sweaty and you were just drunk as hell. And probably still affected by that boring ass dude at the show and his sad attempts to make you cum.

This was the guy you despised most on this planet. All of him. Especially his pretentious personality.

„Need anything from me or…?“ Billy’s low mumbling voice interrupted your trail of thoughts. Fuck did he realize that you were staring at him? Judging by his stupid grin, he did. Still waiting for a response from you he raised his eyebrows and made a confused gesture towards you.

„Nah I’m fine. Thanks for driving me home and therefore preventing my sudden death from exposure.“

„Well if you were dead then who would be a total bitch to me when I could also have affection?“

„Keep that in mind for when you cry yourself to sleep at night.“ You replied witty while sliding out of the car, shutting the door behind you and walking off into the cold night.

What would Steve say if you told him that story? Well, he’d probably be surprised that both of you were still alive.

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