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andvys · 6 months

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hi hi hi andy!!! i just read the rest of the chapters and they were SO GOOD 😭😭 IM LITERALLY SO EXCITED FOR THIS STORY and here are my little thoughts 🤭 how are you lovely? - honey anon

They’d been together for over a year and she couldn’t even remember what he liked. Should he even be surprised? No. A small thing like this still managed to hurt him.

the way stancy never works out 💀

You were the first to jump.

damn talk about desperation

You were friends with Billy Hargrove?

girl now THIS is inexcusable

He stares at the one of you first, it looks as though you have cried, but you are smiling, and the only thing that covered your body was a blanket, while pushing the camera out of your face.

ew i can't get past that sorry blondie 😭

“Fuck no. We weren’t even attracted to each other. I just, at that point we were close and I trusted him so uh.. I just wanted to do it with someone that I felt comfortable with and uh, the beer helped too, I guess,” you say with a small smile on your lips.

oh okay that's better LMAO i let out a sigh of relief

“I told him that it was wrong, what he did, that you did the right thing, that I told him time and time to lay off Max. Damn, I even slapped him across his head when he broke her skateboard.”

good for you girly

“Bla bla bla,” she rolls her eyes at him, sighing in relief when you finish up with the final touches.

she's so me

Besides, Joyce invited you all to a formal dinner, after all. You can’t show up in jeans and a t-shirt, even Max put on a skirt today and that girl hates dresses and skirts with a passion.

max is so me!! i adore her 😭

On the drive to the Byers/Hopper house, you picked up Lucas before you made a quick stop at the store to buy a cake, none of you wanted to show up with empty hands and you didn’t know what else to get – besides the little bouquet of flowers that Lucas got for Joyce.

i love joyce and hopper together, they're my fav stranger things ship ❤️

“Honestly, I think a girls only place would be so much cooler,” Max says to him, “just peace all the time, no boys, no stinky clothes lying around… just pure girls heaven.”

SHE'S ACTUALLY ME IF I WERE IN THIS STORY

“Oh,” Lucas smirks, looking over his shoulder at you, “he means, once you and Steve stop acting like you hate each other and you’ll fall in love and get together, you won’t only have a boyfriend, you will also have a girlfriend which is his best friend,” he wiggles his eyebrows at you.

ROBIN

You eye her up and down, she’s wearing black dress pants, suspenders over her red blouse. Your lips curl into a smirk when your eyes meet hers. She opens her arms for you and you hug her, leaning closer to her ear, “if I was into girls, I’d be on the floor for you right now, Buckley,” you joke, suggestively.

same

She starts chuckling, “no, I just mean because you’re so gorgeous,” she winks. “I know I’d crash the car, I’d be too busy staring at you.”

blondie should throw the men away and get with robin

“I’m craving something sweet on my lips right now, so please… Can you make me a drink?” You ask with a sickly sweet tone in your voice, not intending these words to sound so… suggestive and you don’t even notice it either.

she knows what she's doing...

Your lips part and you start blinking, looking up at him before your eyes fall to his chest and you squirm beneath his stare.

TENSION !!!

“W-Wait what!?” Dustin shrieks, “you’re getting married!?”

YES CAN I BE INVITED TO THE WEDDING

His hand touches yours. His hand envelopes yours fully. His chest is almost pressed against your back. Your heart flutters and your knees almost buckle for real, this time.

the chest against back is giving me finnick flashbacks-

“I-I didn’t know you’d be my ride tonight.”

what kind of ride ya know ;) ;) ;)

He tries not to look at you, but it’s hard not to when he for some reason feels some sort of electric pull towards you tonight.

you know what else is hard?? ok i'll stop

Not only did he look at you like he was ready to flirt, he also placed his hand on your lower back when he led you into the living room earlier – and as though that wasn’t enough to make you crumble, he also leaned in to whisper ‘cute skirt, Blondie.’

i would die (in a good way)

“Do you guys want something sweet?” Steve asks, “I got ice cream in the freezer.”

I WOULD KILL FOR SOME ICE CREAM RN OMFJHSJSHSJ

“I’m sorry,” he whispers into your ear, “it’s so tight in here.”

that's what he said-

Your whole chest is already wet from all the water you have been hit with and his angry voice irritates you.

OMG OMG BOOBS

Robin chuckles, “should’ve kept the bra off, babe.”

robin 🤝 me = thinking about boobs

Steve can’t see your face or the looks you are giving to the man who is staring you up and down with nothing but hunger in his eyes, but by the way you walk past him without even turning your head or looking back, he knows that you’re giving him nothing. And yet, it doesn’t stop his anger when the guy keeps checking you out, shamelessly, following you with his eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips as he looks at your ass. You’re not even aware of it as it seems and it wouldn’t be the first time.

ANDY I HAVE A VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION. IS THIS STEVE AN ASS MAN OR A BOOBS MAN

“Munson, that girl had a sense of humor, you just have a lack of fucking tact,” Steve says, shaking his head at his friend, in pure disbelief.

HAHAHAHA YEAH

“Thanks, Sweetheart,” he smirks at her, surprising both you and Steve with the confidence in his voice.

EDDIE X WAITRESS !!!

He would fuck you right there on this table if he could.

idc i would be willing 🫡

He bites back the smirk as he scoops up the whipped cream off the table, with both his middle finger and ring finger, bringing them up to his lips, he looks back into your wide eyes as he places them into his mouth, watching the way you break eye contact to look at his lips.

i would die x2

He holds the steering wheel tightly, keeping his other hand on the gearstick, dangerously close to your thigh. He keeps sneaking glances at you, at your soft skin, at the way you press your legs together, at the way your fingers play with the loose string on your shorts.

i remember when i was doing my driving license and my instructor would sit with his legs spread so wide i once gripped his thigh instead of the gearstick

“Well, I’m going to lay out in the sun, in my new red bikini.”

girl pics or didn't happen

You almost cause his heart to stop beating, when your face is only inches away from him now, and you press your lips against his cheek, kissing him, completely shocking him, leaving him a stuttering mess.

OMG

He slams the door shut and presses his back against it, hastily unbuckling his belt, the clinking and his heavy breathing being the only sounds to fill the room… for now. He pushes down his boxers and his pants, just enough so he can pull his dick out – his tip is an angry red, already leaking with pre cum, he spits into his hand before he wraps his hand around his aching cock.

OH MY GOD THIS IS NEW!!! THIS IS A NEW TERRITORY SOS SOS SOS

His muscles tighten as he increases the tempo, using his thumb to rub the slit as he imagines it being the tip of your tongue as you look at him with big and teary eyes.

AAAAAA IM JUMPING IM CRYING IM SCEEAMING!!!!!!

“I’m a good driver, what are you talking about, Eds?”

me to myself every day

“Well look at what the cat dragged in,” he jokes as he steps towards you, “come here, chica.”

I LOVE ARGYLE SO MUCH

“Wetting his dick with Heidi seems more fucking important today,” she grumbles, rolling her eyes as she raises the beer to her lips.

NOOOO FUCK THIS GUY

“W-What are you doing, perv?” You stutter as you watch him play with the opening of your towel.

ITS HAPPENING EVERYBODY STAY CALM!! (IM NOT)

Steve is kissing you.

YESSSSSSS

“None of that,” he murmurs as he leans over, his hands digging between your ass and the mattress as he suddenly pulls you to the edge of the bed, dropping to his knees before you, he throws your legs over his shoulder and looks up at you with hooded eyes, “I need to hear you first.”

IM DYING IM DEAD !!!!

He eats you out slowly, yet desperately, fingers and tongue now working together to unravel you. His eyes are closed and he keeps moaning and whimpering as saliva runs down his chin. He looks so content, so pleased from only this.

THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD IM SPEECHLESS

“O-Oh fuck…” He shudders, eyes nearly closing at only that.

my reaction exactly

“You take me so well, holy shit, Blondie,” he whimpers, voicing out his thoughts, brows scrunching together as he watches you, your lips parted, moans that he only ever dreamt of leaving you. “L-Look at you, fuck. If I knew that my cock would shut you up, I would’ve done this a long time ago.”

OH MY GOD??? ANDY THIS IS--- 😭🤭

Your tears fall freely, your whimpers turning into cries the moment his thumb finds your clit again.

MY STOMACH IS DOING THE THING

“I know, I know…” He coos, letting his face fall into the crook of your neck.

HE KNOWS 😫😫😫

He scratches the back of his neck, pressing his lips together as he watches you fall asleep so quickly. He can’t help but feel smug as he looks at the way your thighs are trembling still.

no cuddles my girl just went straight in 😭

HIIII BESTIE <333 YOU HAVE BEEN MISSED! AND THIS JUST MADE MY DAY OMFG 😭 IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKED THE CHAPTERS!!! (I am currently working on the next one hehe)

YOUR REACTION TO BILLY MADE ME GIGGLE -- I feel the same, don't worry LMFAO

TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION: I genuinely think he's both, although I kinda lean more towards ass man in this one, I don't know why -- he'd still bury his face in your boobs though no question asked. but he will grab your ass every chance he gets so...

IM GLAD YOU LIKED THE SMUT 🤭 I HAD SO MUCH FUN WITH THIS ONE

ALSO STOPPPPP THE PART WITH THE DRIVING INSTRUCTOR MADE ME BURST OUT LAUGHING THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN SO EMBARRASSING LMFAOOOOO

& I'm doing good! I've been writing a lot and enjoying the sun (finally) 😌 how are you, love???

#andy’s asks #honey anon <3 #ALSO THE PART WITH FINNICK YES

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sortasirius · 2 years

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Harringrove week day 4: campfire ghost stories

Warnings: death, character death as well, this one is lowkey sad lol

Words: 2517

There’s a little place, near Lover’s Lake, where someone could set a little fire.

It was a secluded place, set back into the copse of trees, but still with a view of the dark expanse of water. Smooth black glass.

Steve was supposed to be there with people, but Robin was late (as usual) and Jonathan and Nancy had been stuck with babysitting the kids for once. So Steve was sitting by himself, drinking a beer and waiting for Robin to get there, listening to the crackly little radio he’d brought with him.

It was a nice night, if a little chilly, and he pulled his jacket tighter around him, inching closer to the fire and closing his eyes, listening to the sounds of the forest around him, when he heard the distinct sound of footsteps rustling through the undergrowth.

“Robs?” he called, looking around in the darkness, “That you?”

“Not quite,” a distinctly male voice answered him, and Billy Hargrove emerged from behind the nearest tree, a wide grin on his face, “How’s it going, King Steve?”

“Ugh,” he rolled his eyes, hoping the fire could mask the blood rushing to his cheeks, “What are you doing here?”

“Heard there was a party,” he sat down next to Steve, too close for comfort.

Look, Steve wouldn’t say he had a crush on Billy Hargrove. That was…well, it felt sort of girly, for one thing. For another, crush wasn’t even the right word. He didn’t know how he felt about it him, really. Just that he couldn’t get him out of his head, even when he had a girlfriend.

His last one had even complained about it.

“You talk about him too much,” she told him, “It’s like you’re into him or something.”

Which Steve wasn’t. He just hated his stupid smirk and the stupid way he sat up at the lifeguard stand at the pool and the stupid way he revved the engine of his car and his stupid thighs and…

Anyway.

So it was very annoying to have him here at Steve’s party, when he wasn’t even invited.

“You just show up to parties you aren’t invited to?” he grumbled, making no move to make any space between them.

Billy just grinned, and reached across Steve for a beer from the cooler next to him, his arm dragging along the fabric of Steve’s t shirt.

“Hey!” he protested, “Who said you could have the beer?”

“No one said, I just know you have a soft spot for me.”

“No idea where you get that from,” he said, staring out at the water to avoid his eye, “You’re not allowed to crash my party.”

“Some party,” he looked around at the trees, seeming very at ease as he cracked his beer, “Where are all of King Steve’s friends?”

Steve flushed again, embarrassed at the truth of the matter.

“They’re on their way,” he said evasively, knowing that only Robin was going to show up anyway, “And they won’t want to hang out with you.”

Billy shrugged, taking a sip of his beer.

“Probably not. So what’ll we do to pass the time until they get here?”

Steve shrugged in his turn, trying to drink his own beer with dignity. The silence stretched, the only sound the crackling of the fire.

“Some conversationalist you are,” Billy said, “I thought you were hosting a party here.”

“I’m preparing to host a party here,” Steve said shortly.

“Ah, so you need peace and quiet to prepare, is that it?”

“Maybe I do.”

“Come on, it’s Halloween,” he winked at him, “Don’t you want to hear a scary story?”

Steve bit his lip. But the truth of the matter was that he couldn’t really deny Billy anything, embarrassing as that was.

“Fine,” he tried to roll his eyes, act like he didn’t care one way or the other.

“Have you heard this place is haunted?”

“What, the whole lake?”

Billy laughed. It was a pretty sound, echoing off the water like a skipping rock, almost causing ripples in its wake.

“Yeah well, this forest is, anyway.”

“How do you know that?”

“Look around you, Harrington,” he said, no impatience in his tone, “You really think there aren’t ghosts in here?”

“I thought this was going to turn into a ghost story.”

“I coming to the ghost story,” he leaned up on an elbow, “You wanna get scared?”

Steve’s mouth was dry.

“Sure.”

Billy settled back more comfortably, the firelight playing off his face. Normally, it would make him look scary, but the sharp angles the flickering light created only made him better looking, at least in Steve’s opinion.

“Once upon a time,” he snickered at the look on Steve’s face, “A kid, just like you and me, was wandering around the woods. These woods, to be exact.”

“I’m shaking in my boots,” he snarked.

“You’re impatient, you know that?”

“Never been told that in my life,” he put his nose in the air, smiling at the chortling next to him.

“Anyway,” he continued, “So this kid was walking around, killing time, and he comes across this tree. Right over there,” he pointed into the darkness, “It’s different than the other trees. It’s older, taller, just kind of out of place with all the other, younger trees.”

Steve leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and took the opportunity to watch Billy shamelessly. He had never noticed, or never had the opportunity to notice, that he talked with his whole body; his arms flailed about as he spoke, his whole torso twisting as he told his story.

“And this kid thinks, ‘I’ve got all this time on my hands, nowhere to be, I can climb the tree and get a view of the whole lake.’”

Billy looked up into the night sky, where the moon hung, close to full, surrounded by smatterings of stars.

“This kid, he’d always been good at climbing, so he scales the tree. And it’s easy, and it kid of lifts him away from all the shit on the ground, so he climbs higher than he normally would. Higher than he probably should.”

Billy watched the fire dance, and Steve watched him, drinking in his features hungrily.

“But he gets to the very top of the tree, and he sees the whole lake laid out in front of him, and everything seems a lot less important when he’s looking down at everything.”

He paused for so long that Steve had to prompt him to continue.

“And then?”

Billy looked at him, like he’d forgotten he was there.

“And then, because he climbed too high, the branch he’s standing on gives way, and he falls all the way down to the ground.”

“Oof,” Steve cringed, “That hurt.”

“Sure fucking did,” Billy smiled, “And he lays there for awhile, but nobody comes looking for him. Not until it’s too late, anyway.”

“So now?”

“So now he wanders around the woods, waiting for something to change, but it never does.”

Steve cocked his head to the side, slightly puzzled.

“I thought this was supposed to be scary, not sad.”

Billy’s expression is unreadable.

“It’s not scary that he’s just wandering around the woods?”

“Not really,” Steve said, “Is he, like, killing people he comes across or something?”

“He hasn’t yet.”

“Not scary,” Steve said with some superiority, “Just sad. And why’s he stuck in the woods, anyway? Why couldn’t he just go back? See his family or whatever?”

“It’s just a ghost story.”

“Yeah well,” Steve raised his eyebrows, “I wanna know.”

Billy paused before he answered, like he was weighing the words.

“Ghosts can’t go home, can they?”

“I don’t know,” Steve smiled slightly, “I don’t think I’ve ever met a ghost before.”

Billy waggled his eyebrows at him, moving a little closer.

“Maybe you have and you just don’t know.”

Steve pushed his shoulder, a little more playfully than normal.

“Stop trying to use cheap tricks to scare me, Hargrove. Your story is supposed to hold up on its own.”

He grinned.

“I have to use what’s around me,” he gestured at the trees again, “Lot easier to set the scene here than at a palm tree lot in California.”

“Surprised you’re not there yet, actually,” Steve told him honestly, “Moment we graduated I would have thought you’d be outta here.”

Billy looked away from him, and his voice was so quiet that he almost didn’t hear him,

“You and I both know I’m stuck here.”

There was an edge of bitterness to his voice, and it made Steve anxious, though he couldn’t really pinpoint why.

“Well I am too,” he pointed out, “Just as stuck here as you are.”

“You wanna get outta this town?” Billy asked, leaning closer to Steve, eyes flicking down to his mouth for a millisecond, “I always thought you were a lifer.”

“I used to think so too,” he told him, “But I don’t know. Maybe- Maybe I don’t.”

“Gonna follow Wheeler to the east coast?” he teased, “Have a bunch of babies and live in a big house?”

Steve swallowed, steeling himself.

“I was- I’ve always liked the idea of California.”

Billy’s eyes widened.

“Oh yeah?”

The air had changed. It was suddenly thick with tension, both of them staring at one another.

“Yeah.”

“And what makes you like the idea of California?”

You. Your tan. Your smile. Your eyes.

“I’ve always wanted to uh- See the ocean,” he stuttered, realizing that Billy was even closer now.

“You need a tour guide?” his voice was low, like he was afraid that the trees were listening in, “Someone that can show you around?”

He nodded, biting his lip, heart thumping rapidly as their noses brushed.

“And you think I’m the man for the job?”

“Yeah,” his voice cracked, “I want you.”

“You do, huh?” his eyes sparkled, “I want you too.”

He pulled him closer by the lapels of his jacket and pressed their lips together.

Steve closed his eyes, relishing the kiss, pulling Billy closer and sighing into his mouth.

It was bliss, kissing Billy Hargrove. Steve never wanted it to end, he wanted to spend eternity wrapped up with him like this, surrounded by dark trees and darker water, with a little fire burning next to them, the smell of woodsmoke thick in the air.

It was far too soon that Billy was pulling back, but Steve still kept his eyes tight shut, not wanting to lose the sensation of holding him too soon.

“I’ll see you, pretty boy,” he heard him whisper, and Steve felt the pressure of his lips on his forehead. He sighed, leaning into his touch, nearly toppling over himself as Billy seemingly abruptly let him go.

“Come on,” he whined, opening his eyes and looking around.

Billy was gone.

“Billy?” he called, looking around in the darkness, “Where’d you go?”

No answer.

“Billy!” he tried again, “Where’d you go?”

“Steve?”

He whipped around, looking through the trees.

“Billy?”

“Who’s Billy?” Robin poked her head through the gloom, eyebrows raised, “Are you the only one here?”

“No,” he turned his head this way and that, trying to see where Billy had disappeared to, “I mean…I wasn’t.”

“Okay. Weird,” she flopped down next to him, putting her feet up on a log, “I thought you were having a party.”

“I guess I’m not so popular anymore,” he shrugged, his heart twisting as he realized that Billy really had left, “I wasn’t here alone though, Billy was here.”

“Who?”

“Come on, you know Billy,” he rolled his eyes at her stupidity, “Moved here a couple of years ago. Drives a Camaro. Generally kind of a dick.”

She looked at him blankly.

“Max’s brother?” he tried again, raising his eyebrows, surprised she didn’t know who he was.

Suddenly, the color drained out of her face. She looked around at the trees, then out at the water, sitting up straighter.

“What? You- You saw him? He was here?”

“Yeah,” Steve looked at her, puzzled, “What’s the problem?”

“I-” she got to her feet, staring across the lake, “You’re sure?”

“Robin,” he clambered to his feet, “What’s going on?”

She stared at him, mouth slightly parted in disbelief.

“Steve,” her voice was careful, quiet, “Billy Hargrove’s dead.”

Steve blinked, then laughed.

“No he’s not, I was just talking to him.”

“You can’t have been,” she said forcefully, “He died three months ago.”

Steve’s breathing started to pick up, and he looked around the trees again.

“He- He-”

“They found him in the woods, don’t you remember?”

Ghosts can’t go home, can they?

Steve looked around, his eyes straining against the night that pressed in on their little circle of light. Maybe this was all a big joke, and Billy was standing just out of sight, pressed behind a tree, waiting to jump out and scare him.

But a part of him, a very unwilling part, remembered the funeral.

It had been a pretty day, unseasonably nice actually, and he remembered Max saying, in that hollow voice that he couldn’t become accustomed to, that it was California weather.

He had looked up at the clear blue sky, scudded with fluffy white clouds, the sun just reaching its peak, and felt an ache in his chest as he looked around at the people gathered around in the cemetery, all dressed in black, like a flock of birds.

Max had fought to get him cremated, telling his father that he deserved to go home, to go back to California, but she might as well have petitioned a brick wall for all the progress she made.

So he was interred in the ground, a sleek brown coffin sunk into the earth, roses that Max said he would have hated thrown onto the treated wood, and dirt thrown on it, trapping him there.

You and I both know I’m stuck here.

He swallowed, bitterness stinging the back of his throat.

“Steve?” he heard Robin’s voice from a long way away, and he blinked, looking around at her.

“Yeah?”

She looked afraid, staring around at the trees now, like she could see something he couldn’t all of a sudden.

“Did you- Did you see him? Really?”

“It must- I must have dozed off or something,” Steve thought of the kiss, how real it felt, “It couldn’t have been real. You were right.”

Her wide eyes traveled around the clearing again, and she huddled closer to the fire.

“We can go if you want,” he told her, standing up to prove the point, “We don’t have to stay, sorry I freaked you out.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, getting to her feet as well, “Let’s go home. We can watch bad movies or something at my place.”

“Sure,” he smiled at her, busying himself with packing up.

He lagged behind her as he put out the fire, looking back out at the smooth expanse of water beside him, then at the dark trees, lit up only by the outline of the moon now. He made sure that she was out of earshot when he whispered in the dark,

“I’ll come back.”

#harringroveweek #harringrove #my writing

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jackredfieldwasmyjacob · 2 years

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POKEMON SCARLET DIARY #1

i've decided i'm gonna be narrating my experience through pokemon scarlet in here, i thought it would be fun :) i'll post all spoilers below the line and i'll create a tag you can block btw!!

anyways, let's start with my first day (idk if i'll be able to fit everything into one post but i'll try)

this is my character!!! it's been a while since i played a female character in a pokemon game so i chose the girlie; i like how androgynous she looks like tho, it's nice :)

i am in love with the starter house just look at this!!! beautiful!!

anyways i chose fuecoco as my starter and named him drac :)

also i really liked how the introduced the starters and how you could hang around for a bit before deciding, it was a very neat touch!!! and clavell feels more like a professor in this game that the actual professor, which actually makes sense as he is the one with a plant-based name. not sure if i trust him yet, tho.

i met nemona!!! she's nice i really like her :) also SHE'S LOADED WTF???? have you seen her mansion??? i'm really curious about her parents, i hope they get shown in the game. at first i thought her mum would be geeta but she's been shown talking to her and the tone was different (they could still be sisters?) i just know they're gonna be important, that's for sure.

i also met koraidon and omg the anime-esque aura of him! the dramatism!! i love it honestly and had a blast going through that initial cave and stuff

arven is incredibly different to how i imagined him to be and i'm so intrigued to know him better, he obviously has a secret agenda that has to do with his mum and area zero but for now i have no idea, it definitely shows that he's fundamentally connected to the main story

this was my team when i got to the first pokemon center by the way!!! i'll update it before every gym but yeah, these were my firsts!!!

I WASN'T EXPECTING HER TO TERASTALYZE OUT OF THE BLUE LIKE THAT???? it was kinda hard defeating her pawmi, but it helped me rapidly understand terastalyzing lol

there's churros and tortilla in the game 10/10 goty 😭😭😭

battled team star and got terrastalyzation through it!!! i like these guys, they give me team skull vibes and that's like my favourite 'evil' team so yay! also there seems to be something between them and clavell... and penny as well. humm....

after getting lost in the city i got to the academy!!! and aaaaah probably my favourite part of the game so far... when i tell you when i was like 10 i used to imagine i was a teacher in pokemon academy™️, used to give lectures to my stuffed animals using the whiteboard i had in my room, and used to write pokemon exams in word and grade them.. so yeah i think i spent more time that i should've had here but i don't care

i NEED to know who this woman is she sounds like james bond but cooler and i can't wait to meet her. also she has a bomb ass name.

i'm also loving the lore of this region!!!! i read the scarlet book back to back and i cannot wait to uncover its secrets it all sounds like that disney movie with the nerdy archaeologist and atlantis and i can't get enough of it

i finally got to meet the professor!! i fucking love how she's literally in the field and that's why she can't join us, i want to go to that area zero so bad please let me in

ah yes, a 1200€ per month spacious apartment in madrid, just like in real life

finally started the quest yayy

also TROPIUS <3333

i can't post any more pictures but i also unlocked rideable koraidon and had my first picnic :)

#scarletdiarybyvivi #today i already defeated klawf #and i think i'm gonna engage with team star's base this afternoon

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tulsa-trash · 3 years

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Girly

Request: Would it be possible for you to do a request where the reader is the Curtis brothers sister (between Sodapop and Ponyboy) and she is not feminine at all (she wears trousers, converse and jean jackets) and one day the gang sees her dressed up all girly.

WARNING(S): N/A

You looked at your reflection in the mirror for the millionth time, sighing as you smoothed out your new, light yellow skirt. Your mouth formed into a thin line as you eyed the white blouse that clung to your chest.

Your best friend had set you up on a date with a boy you barely even knew. When you reluctantly agreed she dragged you to a fancy boutique on the south side of town and bought you an entire outfit. Sure she meant well, and you appreciated it, but you couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable.

Never in your life have you thought you would be caught dead in a skirt and blouse. You never really liked girly or skimpy clothes, but she had insisted you wear something feminine for once.

You were nervous about the date, but petrified of how your brothers would react. You neglected to tell them about the date, knowing they would freak out and most likely ruin it for you. But you knew when you walked out of your room all hell was going to break loose when they see you in a skirt.

As you slipped some socks onto your feat you scoffed as your gaze landed on the new saddle shoes your friend had bought you.

“No thanks.” You mumbled under your breath.

You walked past your brand new shoes and smiled at your beat up converse that laid strewn out on the side of your bed. You slipped them on and tied them tightly, feeling content as they perfectly molded to your feet.

You sat on your bed for a moment, glancing at your alarm clock. He was supposed to be there in ten minutes to pick you up. You decided that it was now or never, you got up and walked towards your door. With a deep breath, you closed your eyes and silently prayed to yourself before exiting your room.

You swung the door open and put on the most normal face you could muster. With your head held high you confidently strolled down the hallway and towards all of the rowdy boys that occupied the living room.

Ponyboy was reading a book on the couch with Two-Bit sat beside him sipping on a beer and watching TV. Steve and Soda were wrestling on the floor, your big brother was winning only for a moment before Steve flipped him over and held him in a head lock.

“Hey, guys.” You said, casually leaning against the wall.

“He–” Ponyboy stopped once his gaze landed on you.

His eyes widened as he scanned your wardrobe, raising his eyebrows.

“Um… What– er… What are ya wearin’?” He asked skeptically.

Once those words left his mouth it seems as though the other boys in the room actually took notice of your presence. Two-Bit began to choke on his alcoholic beverage like a maniac. Soda stood laying on the floor dumbfounded while Steve was on top of him, looking at you with his jaw dropped.

You rolled your eyes at their reactions, looking down and playing with the hem of your skirt.

“I know I look lousy… Ya don’t have to rub it in.” You grumbled.

Your head snapped up when Two-Bit began to wolf whistle at you. A deep blush painted your cheeks as Steve began to join in while your two brothers looked at them in disgust.

“Howdy! Get you kid!” Two-Bit exclaimed as he examined you. “Don’t you look pretty!”

You smiled at the ground, “Awe, shucks–”

“Golly! I don’t think I ever seen you all dressed up before, you look awful nice!” Steve said.

“Erm… yeah. Why are ya dressed up anyhow?” Soda asked as he pushed Steve off of him.

“Gee, Soda. Thanks.” You said sarcastically.

“Don’t get me wrong, kiddo. Ya look gorgeous! I’m just confused… What’d you get all dolled up for?”

“I got a date…” You stated.

“A DATE!?” Both Soda and Pony shrieked.

“Why don’t ya tell the whole neighborhood while you’re at it.” You hissed.

“Hey! Why all the hollerin’? What’s goin’ on?” Darry entered the living room from the kitchen.

“Nothing.” You said quickly.

“Y/N got a date.” Soda ratted you out.

You glared at your older brother before giving the eldest Curtis a sweet smile.

“A date?” Darry asked skeptically. “Were you plannin’ on tellin’ us any time soon? What makes you think you can go on a date?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “I can date whoever I want, Darry. I’m sixteen for cryin’ out loud I can handle one date!”

Darry sighed deeply as he stared down at you, he was absolutely horrified seeing you all grown up and looking girly as ever. The last thing he wanted to do was to get into another argument with one of his siblings. He had been fighting with Pony constantly and snapping at Soda, he didn’t want to bicker with you too.

You were caught off guard when he bent down and wrapped you in his arms, giving you a big hug. Shaking off the shock you hugged him back, squeezing his broad shoulders.

“You look beautiful, buddy.” He told you.

“Thank you, Dare-Bear.”

He snickered, you had given him that nick name when you were little; and you knew that he would crumble and get all soft from your words.

“Look, I don’t feel like fighting with ya…” He pulled away from the hug to look you in the eyes. “But please, stay safe. If that kid tries anythin’ you best know all of us are gonna head for the cooler.”

Everyone agreed as he said this, you just laughed and gave your brother a kiss on the cheek before heading towards the door.

“Wait you’re actually lettin’ her go?”

“He best keep his hands to himself!”

“Bring a sweater.”

“Use protection!”

“SHUT UP, TWO!”

“I’ll be fine!” You reassured.

“Curfew is eight o’ clock.” Darry said.

“Nine.” You argued.

“Eight thirty, take it or you ain’t goin’ missy.”

“Fine. Love you!”

With that you were out the door, your date wasn’t there yet so you took a seat on the front steps.

“What are you doin’?”

You jumped in surprise as your head whirled around to face the voice. It was Dally accompanied by Johnny, they were leaning against the house whilst sharing a cigarette.

“Hello to you too, Dal.” You said with sass laced in your tone.

He chuckled dryly, trailing off as he eyed you. You shifted uncomfortably and turned away from him.

“You look nice, Y/N.” Johnny said quietly.

You turned and sent him a warm smile, “Thanks, Johnny.”

“Where you goin’ off to dressed like that?” Dally asked.

You raised an eyebrow at him, “Why the sudden curiosity?”

He simply shrugged, “Figured you’d be doin’ somethin’ special… you never dress like… that.”

“D-Do you think it looks bad?” You didn’t mean to stutter, but you couldn’t help it.

He smirked, looking you up and down once more. Silence fell between the three of you for a while.

“Take that as a yes.” You scoffed.

“Nah…” Dally said. “You look smokin’.”

“Really?” You asked. Not once has Dallas Winston ever complimented you, and to be honest you wanted to make sure you heard him right.

“I don’t like repeatin’ myself, doll.” He replied smoothly.

You smirked and averted your gaze from him to the road, a light blush tinted your cheeks. Soon enough, a beat up car came to a stop in front of the house. Your date got out and gestured for you to get in, holding the door for you.

“Looks like that’s him…” You breathed out as you got up.

“He better not try anythin’.” Dallas said lowly.

“Awe, Dal. Didn’t know you cared about me that much.” You teased as you walked down your front steps.

“Shush up, kid.”

His eyes raked your body as he watched you walk away, getting into the guys car. He smirked at you when you shot him one last playful glance before your date drove off.

“I didn’t know the Curtis gal was hot.” Dallas said.

“Best not let her brothers hear you sayin’ stuff like that about her.” Johnny silently warned.

Dallas scoffed, flicking his finished cigarette into the dirt before heading back inside. Johnny followed close behind him.

#the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders fanfiction #the outsiders fic #the outsiders fandom #curtis!sister #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #darry curtis #dallas winston #johnny cade #steve randle #two bit mathews

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1-800-annya · 2 years

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♯ 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 ─ 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗈𝗇 ◠ ◠ ◠

💿 𓏭 𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗬𝗔'𝗦 𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 ─ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖬 𝖫𝖮𝖮𝖪𝖲 !

─ ⌗ annya is known for preferring a colourful outfit. she says that while wearing them, her mood goes up immediately. if she doesn’t know what to wear, her go to is a skirt. she feels that it’s cute enough to make up for the possible lack of style.

💿 𓏭 𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗬𝗔'𝗦 𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 ─ 𝖢𝖮𝖮𝖫 𝖫𝖮𝖮𝖪𝖲 !

─ ⌗ when cooler temperatures come, annya wears darker tones and less skirts. they love to bring out their jackets. while everyone else may love these looks, annya herself said she’d prefer never having a cold day so she could wear skirts forever.

💿 𓏭 𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗬𝗔'𝗦 𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 ─ 𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖭𝖳 𝖫𝖮𝖮𝖪𝖲 !

─ ⌗ she likes to wear very feminine clothing and that reflects onto her formal wear as seen due to her preppy and girly style. for the most part, she wears black and white but occasionally she wears other colours as well.

💿 𓏭 𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗬𝗔'𝗦 𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 ─ 𝖭𝖠𝖨𝖫 𝖫𝖮𝖮𝖪𝖲 !

─ ⌗ annya swears that she can only function wearing shorter nails. she wears short cute and cartoonish nails often, causing her to look at them 24/7.

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nextdoorharry · 4 years

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wrapped around your finger.

request : Could you do one where y/n is insecure about her body and Harry comforts her. Maybe they are like going to the beach for the first time together as like a 3rd official date? And y/n wanted to wear a bikini but wasn’t sure if she likes how she looks?

you were in deep.

he was in deep.

you and harry have only been on two dates so far and both of you are already so whipped for each other. not that any of you two would make it completely known as it’s so new right now.

harry absolutely admires your personality. your laugh, your kindness, your knowledge, your confidence, and oh that face. he can never stop looking at you. so mesmerized by your eyes, your lips the way it curves into a shy smile as you blush at his flirtatious words to make you swoon. when glenne showed him your instagram when she wanted to set you guys up together, he couldn’t stop looking. “how does one look so..ethereal?” he would mumble, with his doe eyed look. glenne would snatch her phone back laughing, already about to call you up asking if you’d like to go on a date with him.

you on the other hand? you always thought he was attractive, humble, and funny. you never said anything though. it was just a thought. you only seen him from afar at big parties glenne and jeff would host, but you never met. you also assumed he probably already had someone, so you never cared, and carried on with your life, not really caring about wanting a relationship as you love the independence.

but i mean, who wouldn’t take up an opportunity on him? so when glenne called you up asking if you’d like to go on a date with harry as she thought it could work out between the two of you, you kindly accepted.

now that brings you to yours and harry’s third date.

he wanted to take you to a private beach as it’s possibly the last week of warm weather before cooler conditions come around. he decided it was probably gonna be his last hurrah at the beach for the year. and he wanted it to be with you.

you’re not going to lie and say you weren’t nervous, because you are. this is the first time harry will see more of your body. you two haven’t had sex yet, and you haven’t worn anything revealing on the past two dates. so you’re nervous.

you have always been pretty confident, not needing a person’s validation, and not worried about how you looked. but god this was harry. you’ve never been this attached to someone already, and it’s only the third date.

“he’s been with models..” you quietly mumble, looking at yourself in the lengthy mirror. wearing a plain black bikini set with the straps as gold chains, you also have a sheer, sexy, long & flowly beach robe on.

should i just postpone? have our third date when it’s colder so we won’t have to go to the beach?

or should i just keep my robe on the whole time?

as you’re contemplating which to do, your thoughts get interrupted by a knock on the door. fuck.

you quickly just wrap yourself with the beach robe and head to the door, opening it.

“hiya darling” harry says, leaning against the doorframe. he’s wearing yellow swim trunks, with a golden hawaiian button up, and his hair in its natural state.

“hi harry, come in” you sweetly smile, give him a little kiss on his lips, and step out the way so he can come in.

he trails behind you, as this is only the second time he’s been to your place. so he’s still learning his way.

“you look prettyyyy,” harry says in a girly like tone. arms behind his back, saying it all shyly, dimple popping out.

you turn around blushing, and murmur a quiet “thank you,” and have him sit for a bit at your breakfast bar while you take out the little platter you made of appetizers so you two can eat and go.

“wasn’t kidding when i said you look pretty y’know. beautiful you are. can’t keep m’eyes off ya. i swear it.” harry sweetly said as he indulges in the food.

liar. he’s pitying you. you don’t look good in this bikini.

all of those thoughts are running through your brain. and you don’t know why you feel your eyes water up. it’s harry. you just want to impress him. look good for him. but it’s so hard to feel validated when you don’t feel good wearing this.

harry notices how you’re looking down, staying quiet. “..y/n? y’good?”

“h-harry,” you choked, looking up at him. he sees your sad demeanor and watery eyes, and quickly ushers across the kitchen island to cup your face.

“what happened, hm? what’s got you so upset? don’t like seeing you cry darling, shh,” he coos.

your heart warms.

he wraps his arms around you and cradles your face into his neck. this is the first time he’s seen you upset, as it’s only been about a month and a half knowing each other. and it hurts him.

harry comforting you was the best feeling. especially since he had no clue why you were upset, he did his best to make sure you’re okay.

“i’m sorry i-i think m’just a little sensitive right now. s’like, i want to make a good impression on you and all, but i feel like i can’t wearing this..i just don’t feel good about myself..i’m sorry it’s dumb i-” harry kissed your lips to shush you.

“shh. s’not dumb at all love. we all have insecurities. but darling, you have to understand, i’m whipped for you. m’crazy about you. you don’t have to do anything to try and impress me. you’re a beautiful person, and y’know when glenne first showed me your pictures, i spent so long staring at them, she had to snatch her phone away” he states, kissing your forehead.

you giggle a bit, slightly feeling better and mumbling a “stoppp,”

“m’serious! honest! ask her. it makes me so upset that you’re feeling like this because you radiate so much confidence which is one of the many things i admire about you. you look amazing in this, and in anything really, so please don’t think otherwise,” he says sincerely. you nod in his chest, feeling much more better.

obviously just a little talk like that won’t make it completely go away. but it’s so comforting. you never felt this appreciated. so loved.

“thank you, harry. s’just, y’know i see the tabloids of the girls you used to supposedly be with, it’s a little hard to not push those insecurities aside,” you state, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.

“i understand that. but y/n personality is so much to me. and if m’honest, half those girls you might of saw didn’t have that, but y/n baby, you do. you’re a beautiful person inside and out. best believe, darling, you have me wrapped around your finger. i’m so into you,” harry confesses. you’re blushing and you look into his eyes.

“and i can physically show you how much i’m into you, if you’d have me that is..” he trails off.

you smile and murmur a quiet “yes please,” and he smirks, picking you up bridal style and headed to the room where he’d love on you all night.

a/n : @harrystylesdoesntknowiexist thank you for sending the request in! and i’m sorry if this is bad, or cringey. i tried to make it so it wasn’t a specific insecurity having to do with the body if that makes sense. i want to make my writing for all. no specific insecurities or details (unless requested.) this is my take on what harry would do when this happens. also sorry if this is rushed!! let me know what you think! 🤍

#harry styles #harry #harry styles blurb #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #harry talk #harry styles x reader #harry styles concept #nextdoorharry writing #nextdoorharry

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the-slasher-files · 3 years

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OC: ANASTASIA EVA KULOKOVA

DAUGHTER OF ANDREI KULOKOVA AND XAVIERA LAH-MO

this is 100% a collab with @horrorslashergirl

Nickname: Stassie, Babygirl, Angel, Firecracker, Sparky (if you wanna piss her off)

What she calls her s/o: Handsome, Dear, Luchik (Russian for sunray)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Nationality: Russian, Norwegian, American

Languages: Russian, Norwegian, English, Romanian

Voice: She has a strong voice that isn’t necessarily loud but it overtake others very easily, but it is also smoky in a sexual yet mysterious way and has a honey coating that makes everything sound sweet when she says the most fucked up things. She takes on more of her fathers Russian accent than her brother but it is still dulled by her American influences.

Occupation: Lepidopterist (A person that studies butterflies), online creator for onlyfans and mercenary

Location: Northern Russia (status: still living with parents)

Hair: Light brown brown, cooler tone, halfway down her back in length

Eyes: Icy blue, sometimes look white in the reflection of snow on a sunny day. Intense. Sharp. Powerful. When he is killing his pupils are blown wide and a darkness seeps into the blue from the rims almost making them look black.

Height: 5'6

Body: This girl loves to take care of herself and is in very good shape, lean and athletic yet strong

Clothes: It depends but she loves to look girly with an edge and a hint of luxury. She will dress in cute dresses with lace and silk then wear chockers and spikes for an edge. For more relaxed looks she is just fine with jeans and a lacy top and of course Stassie needs her necklaces and rings.

Weapons/fight style: Highly skilled in guns, she can shoot any kind of take it apart then put it back together with ease. Also knows a lot of hand to hand combat and has some knife skills as well. Pistols and submachine guns are her favorites

Preferred Method of Kill: Killing with her guns or arson

Motive: Pleasure, Killing idiot men that do not know the word “no”

Smell: Amberwood, vanilla, white musk, orange blossom, sandalwood with hints of burning wood

Relationship with parents: Growing up she was always definitely daddy’s little girl and that continues to stick. Anastasia growing up could literally do no wrong in Andrei’s mind because she was his princess and still is.

Stassie has always had a wild side just like her dad and her thought process was similar to his so they were very, very close. She was like glue to his side and picked up a lot from him, especially the love of guns and having wild fun. Andrei would take her to go do anything she wanted and would buy her anything.

Xaviera was always there for her behind Andrei’s madness and when they both needed to calm down, she would like a charm. Her mother would calm her down and make Stassie relax with animal books and she quickly fell in love with book of butterflies, the colors, patterns and the delicate nature of the creatures some how soothed her wild soul. Just like her brother, nature walks were a good way to connect with her mother and once she got older and more dependent she would go look for butterflies and that’s how she found her pet raven as an injured baby. Yes, she has a pet raven.

The softer nature of her mother would often make ground her soul while her dad’s crazy nature would ignite her like a fire. After a whole day of shooting or having a random adventure with Andrei she could always come home to Xaviera and unload her soul and relax.

Personality: As I have already said, this girl is wild, fun and spontaneous. She has a personality that rages like wildfire and can stay in a persons mind like burns. Growing up Anastasia was pretty popular with friends and boys but she was never the girl to just fall in a boys hands, she will make them work and see them fail just for fun. No boy or anyone for that matter will tell her what to do.

The only way to describe her is that Anastasia is a literal fire; She can spark quickly with a hot and burning temper, if she is determined to something stassie will easily conquer it and fast, her soul is bright during the day but when the fire turns to smoke and embers she is calm, deep, dark and beautiful like the regrowth after the fire.

When she is calm, she loves to draw and sketch in her journals, study butterflies and the affects of climate change. Sometimes her room can look like a fantasy with butterflies flying freely and her sitting on her bed in fancy lace clothes sketching doodles.

One thing about Stassie is that she loves luxury and nice clothes and jewels but, those material items have no meaning to her, she just loves the look. Anastasia is a total femme fatale, dressing sexy and embracing her body, even making money from onlyfans but she can ride a dirt bike, shoot a gun and get dirty in full glam. She knows what really matters like her family and friends, she is 100% a ride or die for the people she loves.

Her favorite time is night time, especially if there are thunderstorms. Watching the lightening and hearing the deep rumble of the storm soothes her powerful soul. At night Anastasia feels completely at ease with herself and often just stares at the dark landscapes.

#horror #slasher #my writing #oc #Anastasia Eva Kulokova #slashers

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petite-ely · 4 years

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Afraid // JJ Maybank

two - the calm after the storm

Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem routledge! reader

Warnings: bad language (as usual), underage drinking, fear of drowning and deep waters, mention of a hurricane, probably some mistakes too lol

Description: After the surge hit the island, the pogues decide to enjoy a nice day out on the hms pogue, until they find something unusual hidden in the marsh.

A/n : hey there buckaroos, I know I just posted the previous part but I felt so bad for not updating sooner. So here ya go. Hope you like it :)

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There was always something really weird about the day right after a hurricane. It was like that feeling when you know something isn’t right but can’t quite put your finger on it, at least that’s what it was like for y/n. She found those days both extremely stressful and relaxing at the same time. As a child she never had to worry about the stressful part, but as someone who lived alone with two teenage boys and no adults, it was pretty nerve racking. She used to wake up really late on those days, enjoying the silence and comfort that reigned inside the Château. It was not something she did anymore.

When big John disappeared, John B and her had to learn how to take care of themselves. And that also meant becoming more responsible. So here she was, at 9:30 in the morning, standing in the fruit aisle of the grocery store, debating whether to buy cherries or peaches.

Fuck it, she thought putting both in her shopping cart.

You see living without parents at 16 also brought a thing called learning things the hard way. For example, if ever there’s a big storm or hurricane hitting your town and there’s a chance of the power being cut, you have to go grocery shopping before. Otherwise you have only two options. Either wake up at the butt crack of dawn and hunt down which grocery store is still open (and that’s only if no one else raided it before you ). Or you have to survive on the only things still good in your pantry - probably molded bread and peanut butter- until the nearest store opens.

Y/n being the intelligent teenager she was, decided to go with option one. So she woke up super early, wrote a note for her brother - which he probably wouldn’t even see, carefully attached a cooler to back of her bicycle and made her way into town. It was now almost two hours later. She had finished buying the necessities for the next few days and had already put all the perishable things inside her cooler and taped it shut so it wouldn’t spill its content onto the road.

She looked at her phone quickly. The hurricane had not only taken away the power but also the cell service towers. Which meant she couldn’t contact any of her friends at the moment. A sigh leaving her lips, she made her way to Kie’s house, hoping the other pogues hadn’t already picked her up.

“Hey, girlie,” her friend greeted as she turned into the driveway. “Hey, cutie,” y/n responded, placing her bike against the side of the house. “The pogues haven’t come by yet?”

“Nope, it’s just you and me for now. Come, we’ll go chat one the deck until they come.” Kiara motioned to the dock further away. “So, how bad is it at the chateau?”

“Oh you know, the usual,” she sat down beside Kiara, “no power, leaking roof, the yard is pretty dirty too, oh and I think a tree fell down.”

“Yikes.”

The two girls looked away in the distance as they heard the sound of a boat engine approaching them. “I think that’s our ride.”

Y/n saw her brother nudge JJ’s arm and point at her. “See, I told you she’d be here.”

“I left you a note, dumbass, didn’t know you couldn’t read anymore,” she put her cooler and her backpack onto the boat before getting in. “I went to get food for the week so we wouldn’t, you know, starve.” JJ snickered at her comment.

“Well, good morning to you too, y/n/n.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Here’s your breakfast, you greedy cow.” She tossed him a breakfast burrito. It was still warm and fresh, bringing a tasty smell in the air as it flew from y/n’s hand to her brother’s.

“Hey, no need for such words, I was only being polite.” Stated John B. “Thank you, for feeding me, my dearest sister.” Y/n cringed at his horrible impression of a British accent.

Just as she was going to make a joke about it, she noticed something sticky on her arm. Turning her head to the front of the boat, her eyes landed on JJ. He was, once again, trying his stupid beer trick, which failed and only resulted in splashing alcohol everywhere but in his mouth.

As she heard all of her friends complain about his behaviour, she decided it was enough and got up. She was about to take the bottle out of the blond’s hand, when the boat crashed into something. The impact had been hard enough to eject JJ out of the boat and make him fall right into the marsh.

“Ugh,” y/n groaned loudly. Since she had been standing when the boat stopped, she had tripped and fell into a very uncomfortable position. She had landed butt first on the hard metal edge of the boat, hitting her thigh at the same time.

“Jesus, Pope!” Kie said from where she was seated.

“You okay, JJ?”

“I think my heels touched the back of my head.” Usually, this kind of remark would have made y/n laugh, or even smile, but right now, she was not in the mood for laughter.

“Is everyone else okay? Y/n? Kie?” John B offered his hand to his friend. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“I think I broke my ass,” y/n winced as pain shot in her leg. “God, I never knew I was that flexible.”

The girl untangled her legs from the unnatural position they were forced into and reached for the cooler, taking a beer bottle inside. To minimize the pain she walked in a penguin-like way, taking very small steps. She must have looked very ridiculous doing so due to the weird look Pope gave her. She hissed as the cold of the bottle hit her leg. “What even was that?”

“Sandbar. The channel changed .” JJ swam back towards the hms. “No shit.” “Ugh this is probably gonna mess this whole place up.”

Pope approached the end of the boat, looking down with confusion painted on his face. “Guys,” his eyebrows scrunched even more, his eyes focusing on something hidden in the depth of the water. “I think there’s a boat down there.”

“Shut up.” “What?” “No way.” “Uh?” Y/n furrowed her eyebrows and looked down at the spot where Pope’s gaze was fixed. To her surprise there was actually a boat there, sunken and stuck into a pile of sand.

“Oh my god.” She looked back at her friends behind her. “He’s right!” She focused her attention back to the boat, trying to catch details of it. A thought crossed her mind. Could it be? No, it couldn’t. It wasn’t possible. There was no way that was her father’s boat down there, right?

“Guys.. Is this?” Y/n looked at her brother, he had thought the same thing as her. “It’s a boat!” Pope shouted with excitement.

“Holy shit he’s right, let’s go!”

Y/n’s friends all rushed to remove their clothes and jumped into the water. They seemed so excited. A small feeling of anxiety grew in the pit of her stomach. She felt left out, but at the same time she was scared. She practically knew the marsh like the back of her hand and yet she couldn’t help but worry. She looked down at the boat, it was way too far, she could never swim that deep.

The girl winced as she sat on the tip of the boat. She was looking at her four friends, their figures slowly shrinking as they swam deeper. When she looked at them it seemed so easy. Here they were swimming so carelessly. Why couldn’t that be her. Maybe one day she’d get over her phobia, but for now, it seemed impossible.

She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding when the heads of her friends reappeared at the surface. She could hear them talk with excitement, but they were too far for her to understand exactly what they were saying. Clearly, they had found something.

“You guys found anything cool?” She offered her hand to Kie. “It’s a Grady White,” JJ shook his wet hair. “A new one of these is like 500 Gs easy.”

“It’s a primo rig.”

“Yeah, that’s the boat I saw when I surfed the surge.” JB added, making his sister’s smile disappear. “Maybe it hit the jetty or something.”

“You surfed the surge?” Kiara’s tone dripped with worry. “What the heck.” Her voice lowered down as she spoke those last few words. “That’s my boy! Pogue style!” JJ encouraged, giving a slight pat to John’s back.

Y/n frowned at his words. “Please don’t encourage him, J.” She crossed her arms on her chest. “It was a very stupid thing to do.”

“Wait, wait. Do we even know whose boat it is?” “No, but we’re about to find out.”

“Wait ,” y/n gripped her brother’s arm, “ are you sure it’s safe?” “Yeah dude, it’s too deep.”

John B bent down to pick up the anchor from the compartment where it was kept. “Only for the weak and feeble JJ.” “Well, I’m not resuscitating you I’m just making that clear.”

“That’s fine.” He turned to his sister, who was looking at him with worried eyes. “Please be safe, okay bird?” She was using the nickname their father had given him when they were younger. She barely used it anymore, so he knew she was really worried.

“I promise,” he nudged her shoulder softly, “little bug.” “Diver down, fool.”

“Diver down.”

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This means it wouldn’t let me tag you :(

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gremlin-writes-angst · 3 years

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Attack on Tuition

An Attack on titian Modern College au

Sorry if it's too American, I’ve only ever lived in America so that’s all I know.

Let’s start off with the main three Eren, Mikasa, and Armin

So in high school, Armin got a job at a Starbucks inside a target, eventually, Mikasa decided that she also needed a job and Armin told her they were hiring at his work so they then worked together, they are often the only two who work during their shifts.

They still have these jobs when they move to a college close to their hometown. By now Armin is a shift manager of Starbucks. And Eren has realized that he needs a job and his friend always talks about their job so he tries to get a job at the same place.

Eren tried his best but he ended up works at target instead of Starbucks in target. He hates that he has to wear red, he thinks it’s a stupid color and that being a target cashier is the worst job.

He spends his break at Starbucks complaining that he doesn't get to work with his friends

Back to Starbuck pair. Armin often works the cash register because he's better around people while Mikasa makes the drinks. Armin actually attracts some people, he's the cute barista at Starbucks that you think likes you back( he doesn't).

Even older women see Armin as the cute barista and try to flirt with him. he plays along for tips and is afraid that if he doesn't they'll Saturn Karen on him. I've actually thought of a small scenario that has 100% happened

Scenario

Older divorcee soccer mom who is also a regular

Armin: Good afternoon Karen, how can I help you today

Karen: Oh I guess it is afternoon Armin, I'll have my regular for the kids, and I'm gonna try something new, any recommendations

Armin: Well of course are you looking for something bitter, sweet or maybe something fruit based

Karen: Definitely something sweet, do you guys have anything that is as sweet as you, I doubt it, your are just too sweet

queue Mikasa rolling her eyes

Armin: oh why thank you, I would suggest the strawberry funnel cake frappuccino

Karen: Well if you’re suggesting it then, of course, I’ll try it.

Mikasa: Armin I don't know how to make that yet

Armin: oh well ill make her order, just finish ringing her up

Karen looks back to the cashier, after checking on her children and getting her credit card out.

Karen: Oh where'd Armin go

Mikasa: He's making your drinks for you. I can finish ringing you up ma’am

Karen: Well you don't have to take that tone with me I was just wondering

Mikasa: *sigh* Sorry ma’am, what size would you like that frappuccino, and will that complete your order

Karen: A grande and Yes that's all for today

Mikasa: Your total is --.-- ( idk)

Karen: that's outrageous, it’s normally less than that

Mikasa: well today you ordered something different

Karen: but I got a small size than normal so it should cost less than normal

Mikasa: well the frappuccino cost more than your regular drink because there more ingredients along with it being a special item

Karen: well it shouldn't be that high

Mikasa: would you like me to edit your order, maybe change the size of something

Karen: no ill just pay for this, and you should smile more and talk nicer, people will like you better that way, like Armin.

Karen pays for her drinks and goes to sit and wait. Mikasa now avoids the cashier job as best as possible.

Moving on to Ymir and Historia

Ymir and Historia went to the same high school.

Ymir’s parents were both military and moved a lot, at the end of 8th grade they moved to a small town, where they stayed for four years/ till Ymir graduated.

This small town was historians home town, and she had never gone far out of the county her town is in.

In high school the two meet and fall in love, becoming high school sweethearts.

in junior (11th grade) year the two already plan to move in together after graduation. But things go amiss when Historia is forced to go to an ivy league college across the country and Ymir, doesn't have the grades or money to follow her.

the two break up and don't stay in touch. It’s too painful for the both of them to only be friends.

Ymir takes a year before going to college, earning money for the future, she applied to as many as she could, and by some fate ended up at the same college as Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Jean, Sasha, Reiner, Berthold, and Annie.

She becomes close with these people, and eventually builds a band with 2 of them, as much as she didn't expect or want she was in a band with Eren and Berthold. Ymir is a bass player and singer and she needs at least 1 guitar player along with a drum player, and Berthold was the only person who wasn’t just decent but surprisingly amazing at the drums. While Eren tried to be a drummer thinking it was cooler. But he has no talent as a drummer but when Ymir asked if he already knew how to play an instrument he plainly explained that he plays guitar, and she had him play and as much as she disliked it, he was better than the other guitar players she was looking for.

Also, Mikasa will sometimes help with duets or background vocals. And later on, they meet Annie and she becomes their second guitarist.

storytime

So Ymir’s band has started to grow some fans and historian finds out about this band and watches a video only to find that the leader and singer is her ex. Historia still loves Ymir and now that she knows that there is a way to see her again she had to try. so she researches the band’s upcoming shows, and plans a way to get plain tickets without her parents knowing it’s too visit her ex.

She decides she wants to surprise Ymir so she doesn't tell her.

Historia watches Ymir and her band performs, she’s so enthralled by Ymir and the love that she feels for her. shes doesn't even realize the songs are mostly about her.

At the end of the show, Ymir is sitting at the bar ( not drinking) when a short blonde female approaches her, started flirting. the short blonde isn't Historia but Historia can see and hear this interaction. So when Ymir not so kindly rejects the girls by saying

"I’m not interested girlie"

Historia hears a flirtatious tone behind Ymir’s voice, the same tone that Ymir used to use on her. So Historia doesn't approach her, she just leaves, realizing that she has no claim to Ymir.

the truth is Ymir put no flirtatious tone behind that sentence, her flirtatious tone and serious tone are basically the same, Historia was mistaken.

Ymir only realizes that Historia was at one of her shows a few weeks later when she receives photos ( that were taken of the band and crowd for future posters) and recognizes her ex-girlfriend in the crowd. She is unsure how to feel, she was happy but also disappointed and angry that Historia never approached her

Oh also Jean, Connie, and Sasha all went to the same high school but Connie goes to a fancy private college that's less than an hour away from jean and Sashas collage, jean and Sasha make fun of how he has changed ( he has elbow pads on all his sweaters).

that's it for now and I made a playlist of what I think Ymir’s band sounds likes

Ymir and the Cadets link!!!

#aot #connie #jean #sasha #104th squad #ymir #história #eren #mikasa #snk reiner #bertholdt #armin arlet #morden #au #band au #collage au #annie aot #headcanons

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northcarolinanative · 4 years

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𝐏𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐞

Requested by anon: Hi! I have a request where John b has a younger sister and her nick name is Poguie/ Little Poguie but only John b and the pogues are allowed to call her that. So one night at a boneyard party, Rafe and topper won’t leave her alone, just being annoying and low key harassing her, and one of them call her the nickname and she punches them, like no, no, can’t call me that. And Rafe is not happy about the punch, so he goes for the grab And leads to Pope, JJ and John B getting involved. Thank ya!

A/N: I have no idea how long ago you requested this but I know it was a while ago! I’m sorry!! I hope you still enjoy it! I wanted to put a little *twist* on it because that’s what I do:) As always let me know what you think:) My requests/asks/messages are open!

Warnings: Violence/Fighting

Being John B’s half-sister was fun for the most part. I had a built-in set of friends, the pogues. Each of them being protective over me despite the minuscule age difference, less than a year, between the two of us. Kiara was the older sister that I would never have and also my ‘mom’ friend. While it was embarrassing at first to ask her questions, the older we got the more normal it became, she helped me navigate girly things that I missed out on living in a house full of boys. JJ and Pope were like two peas in a pod, one always picking or bickering with the other, but just like John B, teased me to no end, but the moment a Kook, or hell even a pogue, tried to talk to me they made sure they knew I was off-limits.

My fingers moved swiftly across the smooth surface of my phone screen. I felt my face flushed at the words that were being written to me, but even more so from me. I had met a boy, on my way home from work on the pier. He was cute, and so far sweet and flattering. I had not met him before because he went to the Kook Academy. My phone buzzed again, signaling that I had gotten another message from him.

Kelce: I heard there was a Party at the boneyard tonight. Do you think I could meet up with you there?

Me: Ehhh, we’ll see;)

I replied back quickly, a soft smile and blush rising to my face.

“Hey poguie, what are you doing?” JJ said barreling in the door, startling me. He used his knuckles to rub across my head, sending my hair flying in every which direction. I quickly locked my phone, tucking it under my leg so that they wouldn’t see I was on it. The last thing that I needed was John B or the others finding out. They would lose their minds if they found out I was talking to a boy, much less a kook. I never quite understood what they others had against the Kooks in general, sure they had their bad seeds, but so did the cut, right?

“What are you all smiley about?” JJ asked as he made his way through the door carrying two cases of PBR in his hands.

“Just so happy that all of you are back!” I retorted sarcastically, watching the others file in the door behind him. “What took you so long?” I joked with them.

“What are you talking about Poguie, we’re right on time!” John B said, shitting the door behind him. I rolled my eyes looking at the clock, signaling that they were in fact an hour later than they said they’d be. “So what time is the party tonight?”

“Eh, We’re leaving in a few minutes I think,” Kie said, fixing her watch to look at the time. “Are you coming tonight?” She said smiling.

I blushed at her enthusiasm and nodded my head. Pope raised his eyebrows, immediately looking to see John B’s reaction. John B was pulling beers from the fridge and into the cooler that JJ was holding. He looked at me, one eyebrow raised. “You want to come?” He questioned, leaning onto the door. I just nodded my head, giving him another expression of confusion back. “Oh, just that you, you know?” He said, moving to keep stocking the cooler. “You never wanted to go before.” He shrugged

“Awe. Our little poguie is growing up!” Pope exclaimed in a mocking tone, causing me to once again roll my eyes.

“Well if you’re coming, maybe you should, I don’t know? Help us out?” JJ deadpanned as he struggled to hold up the heavy cooler. I laughed before moving from my spot on the couch, careful to slip my phone in my back pocket. I grabbed the other handle of the cooler watching JJ dramatically wipe sweat from his forehead.

The party took less than an hour to reach full swing. There was a mix of people around, from Pogues to Kooks, and the few Tourons that were holding to the last bit of summer vacation. The air was still warm and tinted a warm golden yellow as the sun had barely fallen behind the horizon. I was sitting on the white folding table that the boys had set up to hand out beers from. John B was pulling the cans from the cooler and passing them to JJ and Pope, who stood at the front, handing the beverages to the lines of people. The night was still young so everyone was itching to get their drinks. Kie was setting up trash cans in hopes that people would actually use them.

I was waving at the familiar faces that came through the line and hugging a few girls that I knew from school. I was laughing with boys as they commented on the naivety of the tourons. They were all ‘so totally drunk’ off one beer. One took a sip and sighed “This is good shit,” as if it wasn’t PBR the boys stole from the gas station, causing us all to laugh. Every boy that would move to my side and talk to me quickly wandered away, I could only assume it was due to the death stares that JJ and Pope were giving them.

Kelce caught my eye from across the way, he was on the edge of the party, drink in hand. We smiled at one another, as he waved at me. I blushed before trying to figure out a way to get out of the situation with the boys. I looked back at Kelce to see him nodded toward the fire, motioning me to join him. I nodded before turning to the boys.

“Hey!” I said, all of them sparing a glance at me before getting back to their job, the line slowly dying down. “I’m gonna go find Kie, haven’t seen her in a bit?” I questioned. They all just nodded their heads. I smiled, suddenly feeling the nervousness in my stomach build and a small shake come to my hands. I slid myself off the small table and into the soft sand below me, I made my way through the crowd of bodies, pushing my way through. That was why I stayed away from the larger pogues parties, all the people. I finally made it through to the more open area that was around the orange fire. I locked eyes with Kelce a few feet away, he was illuminated with the same firelight that was heavy in the air. I could not hide the smile that made its way to my face. Our steps finally met in the middle and He wrapped his arms around my middle, picking me up and spinning me. I giggled at the action but hugged him back before he set me down.

“You look really pretty tonight Y/N” He smiled at me. I felt my cheeks heat up as I took in his appearance as well. He was dressed in normal casual wear for him. He had on a teal polo that complemented his tones body nicely, dark khaki shorts, and a pair of Sperry’s. I took in his figure and looked back at his cheeky smile, realizing he totally caught me checking him out too.

“You look pretty good too,” I said, suddenly feeling myself get shy. Kelce laughed at my new awkward tone, easing the mood a little bit. He took my hand softly, and lead me to a log on the far side of the fire. I looked over my shoulder, catching a glimpse of the pogues, still distracted, before following Kelce. I felt the butterflies in my stomach start again with the way that he held my hand closer to him and kept it as we sat down. The warmth from the fire hiding the blush on my cheeks. Kelce’s smile made me want to melt, and not to mention he looked so good, the way that the flickering light was dancing across his chiseled features. We fell into a light, casual conversation naturally. Texting had helped us to get to know one another on the surface level, but it was nice to look at him while talking. The night grew darker and the fire was slowly dying since no one added anything but a few beer cases to it and we continued to talk.

“Oh Kelce man, don’t tell me this is the girl you were telling us about?” I heard a voice come from behind me. I looked up at Kelce, my eyebrows knitted together in confusion, but the redness that covered my face was proof of my embarrassment.

“Dude! Why would you say it like that?” Kelce said, moving closer and pulling me into his side, wrapping his arm protectively around my shoulders. I was able to turn and see who was speaking. I looked up to be met with none other than the Kook royalty, Rafe Cameron and Topper Thornton. “But yes. This is Y/N” He said while a smile before looking at me.

“You were talking about me?” I giggled, the blush on my face staying there like a stain. Kelce just nodded, he opened his mouth to speak but was stopped by Rafe.

“You mean Poguie Trash?” Rafe said, mocking a baby voice when he called me by the nickname. I felt my hands clench into fists. “Not even good enough to be a Pogue, Y/N.” Rafe’s voice degrading. It was only making my anger continue to rise. “Not even you’re brother lets you in his group. What makes you think you’re good enough for a kook like Kelce? Poguie” Rafe taunted.

I’d had enough. As soon as I the nickname fell from Rafe’s lips, I was up on my feet, closing the short distance that was between us. Rafe’s tall figure stood over me, but heald no fear against me. I didn’t realize what I was doing before I had slung my right fist into the left side of his face. Obviously taken aback by the blow, Rafe stutter-stepped backward.

My grew wide, not expecting myself to really do it. Rafe brought his hand up to his face, pulling away and looking at the blood on his hand. A small crowd had gathered around us. “You fucking Pogue,” he spat at me, lunging forward. Kelce was quick to pull me into his chest and out of Rafe’s line of fire. That’s when I was able to see the three taller figures that had approached from behind me.

John B was leading the pack, making his fist colliding with Rafe’s face. JJ and Pope stood back, holding Topper out of the fight. “You don’t get to call her that” John B managed to get out between punches.”You don’t get to say those things to her!” He said, his fist meeting the boys face over and over again. I locked eyes with JJ, seeing the same worried expression on his face. I moved towards John B, JJ moving from the other side, as we tried to get him away from the boy underneath him.

“John B come on!” JJ yelled as he pushed him toward me.

“He’s had enough dude!” I called, pulling him up by the shoulders, and passed him to Pope who quickly pulled him away from the beach. I looked around for Kelce, to say something. I caught his eye and walked the short distance between us.

I stood in front of Kelce who had his hands dug in the pockets of his khakis, the air heavy between the two of us. I knew that we didn’t have much time before the pogues pulled me away. “Are you okay?” Kelce asked I watched as his eyes searched over my face and body. “Did Rafe hurt you?” He breathed out, closing his eyes and shaking his head with his last statement.

“Not physically no,” I said, bluntly. “I guess the others were right tho.” Kelce knitted his eyebrows together in confusion. “You know? A kook and Pogue, we can’t be friends Kelce” I said with an awkward laugh. “It’ll be too complicated.”

Kelce stared at me with wide eyes. I heard the others calling my name and JJ ran up to my side. “We said come on Poguie!” I could feel the frustration radiating off of him as he slung an arm around me, pulling me away from Kelce.

“Y/N! Wait-” Kelce started, but it was already too late. JJ and I had already started our trek back to the chateau.

A long and uncomfortable silence filled the walk home. The waves from the beach were slowly replaced by the crunch of gravel until we got to the front of the chateau.

“What the hell were you doing with the Kooks to begin with Y/N?” John B said. I was stunned. He never used my real name unless he was really mad. I blinked a few times trying to register his tone.

“I’m sorry?” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “You‘re the one who almost beat Rafe within an inch of his life! I had it covered!” I said, my voice rising with every word.

“Me?” John B said, his voice breathy. “Me?” He repeated, raising his voice. “What was all that about with Kelce huh?” He questioned. Pope and Kie took it as their cue to give us some privacy. John B pointed at JJ. “Why did he have to get you? Huh?” He asked his voice condescending.

I felt tears prick in my eyes. “It was nothing okay!” I said, looking between the two boys. “You were right, they’re kooks, and it would never work!” I moved through the two of them making my way into my bedroom before slamming the door behind me. I let my back slide down the door.

I felt like I had been crying for hours when a knock came to my door. I slowly moved to get out of the way. I took a deep breath before turning the doorknob. I opened it just a little to see JJ standing outside of it with a large grin on his face.

“Can I come in?” He asked, his voice much softer than previously that night. I just nodded and opened the door wider. As he walked in I took it as an opportunity to look out over the empty living room. JJ sat on the edge of my bed, patting the spot beside him.

I listened, moving to sit beside him, pulling my knees to my chest and looking at him. “I brought you some water.” He extended his arm with a cold bottle of water. “Kie said that you need to rehydrate or something.” He said with a short laugh. I took it taking a few sips, the silence over us become more awkward.

“I’m sorry about John B. I know we’re protective over you, but we just want what’s best for you. And if you think that’s Kelce, then.” JJ paused taking a deep breath. “Then we’ll lay off.” He said with a soft smile.

I smiled back at him. “Thanks, but I kinda blew it already.” I laughed awkwardly at my own mistakes. JJ looked at me, confusion clear on his face. “I told him it wouldn’t work, that it would be ‘too complicated’” I emphasized with air quotes.

“Well, he’s stupid if that keeps him away,” JJ said. He pulled me into a side hug before moving to the door.

“Hey JJ” I spoke up, causing him to turn in the doorway to face me. “Really, thanks. It means a lot to know you have my back.”I smiled at him.

“Anything for you, Pougie.”

Masterlist

Taglist: Just @kikifromtheblock rn (bc she asked to be tagged for everything:))

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thephantomofthe-internet · 5 years

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Piercings and Polaroids

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Word Count: 4,984

Warnings: Piercings, blood, needles, swearing, sexuality (eluded to)

Tag List: @moonstruckhargrove @thechickvic @carolimedanvers @hotstuffhargrove @alex--awesome--22 @lilmissperfectlyimperfect @so-not-hotmess @agentsinstorybrooke @sunflowercandie @kaliforniacoastalteens @songforhema @mickmoon @buckybarneshairpullingkink @marvelismylifffe @spidey-pal

Starcourt got boring after awhile. Once the lustre of new stores and fast food restaurants died off, people stopped shopping and starting soaking up the A/C like snakes under heat lamps. You didn’t mind, it just meant that you could spend your afternoons flipping through magazines and listening to the ad-free mall radio.

“Hey bitch!” someone slapped the counter loudly and you looked up boredly from your copy of Cosmo. Heather was standing in front of you with a devilish grin, her hair damp from the pool and her signature red Ray-Bands jammed on the top of her thick brown curls, most of which were piled high on the top of her head in a messy attempt at a ponytail, half tied and falling apart.

“Hi Heather...” you signed, laying the magazine open on the counter. Heather was your best friend, although it had begun to feel more and more strained as you both got older. Heather and you were very different people. You were a band geek, a tutor, and a slave to the mall. Heather was a cheerleader, the head of the yearbook committee, and one of the infamous ‘lifeguard hotties’ of the Hawkins Community Pool. She was a popular princess; a daddy’s girl with his platinum card wrapped around her little finger. You were from a broken home with an exhausting home life, and someone who should’ve been an ignored loser. Without Heather defending you, you would be bullied to bits by girls like Carol and Tina. But with her, you felt like a sheep in wolf’s clothing.

She leaned her elbows on the counter, smiling giddily “So, how’s your summer of piercing baby ears going?” she asked with a devious giggle, her sunglasses falling onto her nose and her mouth curling into a devilish grin.

You rolled your eyes “I’ve only seen one baby get pierced, I mostly pierce like middle schoolers. Today, I gave Mrs. Blythe her second hole. She bought three packs of neon studs and said they were for her daughter. Trying to look younger or some shit.” You replied, popping a strip of bright pink bubblegum into your sticky pink mouth, your cheap drugstore lipstick gunking in the corners of your lips. It was obvious that Heather had stopped listening after the first sentence, her mouth open in a yawn.

“Boring! You haven’t done anything cool all day? You know what me and Jeff did?” she asked, bouncing on her heels. She leaned over the counter, cupping a hand over her mouth as she leant in to your ear “We did it in the locker room showers. And Jessica Abrams totally walked in on us and freaked out! She totally got all red and teary it was totally embarrassing!” she whispered.

You pulled away, your face turned up in disgust. “That’s disgusting!” you gagged, squeezing your eyes shut as the image of Jeff’s douchey smirk came into view, turning into an ‘O’ face that made you want to hurl.

Heather cackled “He wasn’t even that good! I have no idea why Jessica’s been going on about it!” she cried, slapping the counter with her bare hand.

“Maybe because they were like two seconds away from being a couple and you got in the way.” You replied, deadpan. Sometimes Heather was a real bitch. This was one of those times. Poor Jessica had been following around that jerk since April and just when she’s about to get over him, he decides to pay her the time of day. And just when he seemed to genuinely like, Heather had to get bored and took Jeff away. Poor Jessica didn’t even know what hit her.

Heather scoffed, rolling her eyes at your comment. “That’s not the most interesting part of my shift though! I brought you a live one!” she giggled. You felt your blood run cold. Heather had no concept of what was appropriate ever. She had almost gotten you fired twice. This was not a good thing.

Heather waved someone over as you stared on wide eyed. Before you could even tell Heather to stop whatever she was trying to do, Billy Hargrove was standing in front of you, visibly put off by the children running around the shop and the bright, colourful decor. His eyes scanned yours boredly, his eyes narrowing judgementally.

“Alright, it’s piercing time!” Heather cried, clapping excitedly.

You sighed, rolling your eyes “Alright, the piercing package costs thirty bucks. You pick your piercing from the case.” You pointed down into the glass case below you, lit up and filled with silver butterflies, flowers, stars, and other girly designs. “You just want the other ear, right?”

Billy’s eyes scanned the case, his eyes narrowing further, his upper lip curling up in disgust. “Nah, my nose.” He replied, his voice monotone.

“Yeah, you can’t do that here.” You said, matching his tone. Billy looked quickly, his eyes blowing out in annoyance, looking between you and Heather.

Heather’s expression shifted and she laughed awkwardly “Of course you can!” she leaned over to you once Billy’s was sated enough to return to the difficult choice between the only ball studs in the case, one silver and one gold. “Don’t be fucking lame, Y/N…” she whispered harshly.

“I’m not being lame, it’s literally not something I can do.” You pulled the heavy, clunky piercing gun out from its drawer “This thing is literally only meant for ear lobes. It’s all I can pierce. Anything else I try will get super fucked up.” You explained, flashing the grey and white gun to the pair. It looked like a glorified hot glue gun, except splattered with a bit of dried blood.

Billy turned his attention to Heather, obviously annoyed “You said she could do it. I bought a nose ring in Carmel cause she could do it.” He grunted, obviously annoyed.

Heather looked over at you with her giant, pleading eyes, and for a brief moment you felt bad. Heather was just trying to look cool to this cooler, more popular guy and it had fallen flat so fast. You owed her something, for all the things she’d done for you over the years. With the barest of restrained sigh, you spoke up “Look, I can’t pierce your nose here, but I can do it at my place.” You said.

Billy scowled “Yeah? You got any proof?” he asked. He was getting more annoyed by the second; his expression growing harder and angrier if that was even possible.

You raised an eyebrow, tapping the small silver ring in your left nostril “Did this myself. Did all my piercings myself. How do think I got this job?” you countered. In truth, you’d done a mail in course and passed a piercing test on a rubber practise head. You were licensed in a week by Claire’s. You couldn’t even transfer the license to any other brand; they made it very clear in the paperwork you filled out.

Billy nodded, looking over your work. You guessed that it was satisfactory enough to him because a small smirk pulled at his lips. “What time you finished up here?” he asked. Heather cheered loudly, grabbing Billy’s bicep excitedly.

“I got like fifteen minutes left. Heather knows my address if you just wanna leave with her. I’ll meet you there.” You replied, looking over to your manager, who nodded for you to start your closing out.

“No way! You took the bus here, we’ll wait.” Heather said quickly “We’ll meet you in the food court.” She pulled Billy out of the shop with a wide grin, waving to you and mouthing ‘so hot!’ when he wasn’t looking. You chuckled, shaking your head. Heather thought every guy was hot, it didn’t mean much. But you wouldn’t deny that Billy was hot. Even with his cocky attitude and that ugly tattoo on his bicep that he insisted on showing off. You swore he’d cut all the sleeves off his tee shirts just to show off that stupid skull smoking a cigarette. Who the hell wanted that on their body forever?!? You weren’t too attracted to that level of ego, but Billy held a bit of interest around himself. There was some mystery, an aura of intrigue he seemed to hold around himself effortlessly, and that kept you interested enough to pay attention when you heard his name. He was just closed off enough to keep everyone guessing about him.

You took your time with your duties, making sure to snatch up the small silver ‘H’ earrings Heather had been eyeing for weeks now. They were in the case, so you were only supposed to be able to get them if you were getting a piercing in house. You’d convinced your boss to sell them to you, since you were an employee and wouldn’t tell anyone about it, and she agreed. You had intended to give them to Heather on her birthday, but there was no time like the present.

You half hoped that Heather and Billy would forget about you. You had this sickening feeling that it would be a tiresome ride. But to your chagrin they were waiting for you in the food court. Heather had gotten herself an Orange Julius and seemed to have put all her attention into the straw in her mouth, you assumed she was trying to put on a bit of a show for Billy, but he wasn’t paying much attention to her. You joined the group and endured quite possibly the longest and worst car ride of your life. Heather took over the front seat; it seemed that Billy had driven her to the mall, seeing as how her stinky work stuff was shoved in the back seat with Billy’s and, unfortunately, you. The entire back seat stunk like chlorine and mould, you guessed that one of them had forgotten a towel or swimsuit in their bag or under the seat for long enough to let it stink up the car. But that wasn’t the worst part, Billy didn’t seem to have A/C so all the windows were popped open and fresh air was blasting in your face and killing the smell, the worst part was that Heather seemed to think that this car ride was the perfect time to shamelessly flirt with Billy. She tried to pull her feet on the seat, but Billy didn’t want shoes on the leather, so she took off her flip flops but that was worse apparently. So she spent the whole time cooing about how hot he was and touching his arms and neck and hair. Touching his hair almost got her hand bit off. You wanted desperately for her to stop, you tried to tell her to cool it, but she told you to shut up. You didn’t bother after that.

But Billy seemed to notice that. He kept looking at you through the rear view, at first you thought he was just checking behind himself as he drove, but he was doing it too often for it to make sense. Then you finally let him catch your eye and he smiled. Well, it was more of a lopsided smirk, but you took it as a compliment. He hadn’t even attempted to smile the whole time he was around you, but now, with Motley Crüe blasting through the speakers and the wind whipping up everyone’s hair, he was apparently happy to have you around. You took it as a sign of gratitude for at least trying to get Heather to calm her hormones and just smiled back.

You directed Billy to your place, well at least you attempted to. Heather took over easily, drowning you out. “Y/N’s place is right over there-oh! Is your mom home? She’s gonna get pissed if you have a boy in your room; remember what happened when she caught Carl Simpson in your room? God, I can’t believe you lived through that!” she cackled loudly, her intent most definitely to make you blush. You simply rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, no she’s working late. She’s always working late.” You said, trying to hide the annoyed bite to your voice, masking it with a laugh. Heather just continued to cackle loudly, which hid your defeated sigh. Billy parked on the street without you having to ask and he climbed out angrily. You rushed to get ahead of the group, keys jingling in your hand, and unlocked the door.

“If you don’t mind, can you take your shoes off?” you asked as a wave of A/C smacked you in the face. You kicked off your sneakers as Heather and Billy stared at you, dumbfounded.

“Ugh, come on Y/N! That’s weird!” Heather moaned, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Heather. You know if I get shoe prints all over the tile, my mom will get pissed. You never have a problem with it when we’re hanging out, so don’t be a weirdo now.” You replied. Billy simply kicked off his own shoes, leaving Heather to groan loudly but to follow suit. Then and only then did you let them trek through your house and into your bedroom. You lived in a bungalow, so your room was at the back of the house, facing your backyard.

“Alright, you want your nose, yeah?” you asked, popping open your front door and heading to your bookshelf. You dug through your worn paperbacks until your fingers hit the firm spine of Catch 22. You pulled it off the shelf, popping open the cover and revealing the carved out middle. Your mother was the type to rifle through your stuff to try to catch you doing something wrong. You made the hiding spot solely to keep things that she’d take away. Inside, you had some spare cash, for emergencies, your hollow needle, and the silver barbells you’d bought to use when you pierced your nipples, which you’d been meaning to get around to. You’d promised your mother that you’d stop piercing people. She’d found the bloody needle and freaked out. Usually, it wasn’t that much of a blood bath, but you’d pierced Samantha Burke’s upper cartilage that day and underestimated both how much it would hurt her and how much of a mess it would make. You swore up and down that you’d stop, but your wannabe cool classmates paid big bucks for you to pierce their ears. There’d been an insane influx of boys wanting their ears pierced after seeing how popular Billy was. You didn’t correct them when they wanted the left ear, especially if they were dicks, and you took the cash happily. What your mother didn’t know didn’t hurt her.

“Yeah.” Billy said stiffly. He stood in the middle of your room, unsure what to do with yourself. You only lived a street down from him, too close to his father for comfort. His father already didn’t like the earring, doing his nose could get him in even deeper shit. He was willing to risk it though, purely to look cool.

“Which nostril, left or right?” you asked, bending down to reach into the lowest drawer of your desk, pulling out a lighter and, flicking open the flame, running it over the needle to sanitize it.

Billy chucked “Neither, I want the bull ring.” He said proudly, puffing out his chest. You looked up from the flame, looking him over for any signs of bluff. He looked too serious about this.

You nodded “Alright, I’ve never done a septum ring, but I’ve done the cartilage before, shouldn’t be any different.” You replied with a shrug “You got a big enough nose ring on you? Or am I cleaning and selling you one of mine?”

Billy reached into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out a silver ring. It looked like it was actually made for a nose, which was a good sign. You’d pierced enough idiots to know that people think that any old earring would work in their nose or eyebrow or lip.

Heather was completely agog “No way, Bill! You can’t do your nose like that! I hate that!” she cried. Both you and Billy looked over at him, bouncing on your twin bed angrily. You raised an eyebrow at Billy, who seemed to understand the look immediately: ‘are you two dating?’ He shook his head.

You closed your eyes, trying not to strangle your friend. She always seemed to think that the world and people’s choices revolved around her. Instead of freaking out, you simply nodded “Heather, you want your second hole today? We can do it really fast before Billy’s nose.” You said.

“Oh duh! But I didn’t bring my earrings and I’m not paying for a set of yours, so unless you’re coughing up a pair for free, I’ll wait.” She replied, crossing her arms over her chest.

You flicked the lighter closed, placing the needle on your desk and pushing yourself onto your feet, reaching into your purse. You pulled out the earrings, tossing them to your friend. “Here, happy birthday.” You smirked. Heather caught them and squealed loudly, clutching them to her chest and kicking out her legs.

“Thank you!” she cried, reaching out to grab your neck and hug you tight. You chuckled, patting her back awkwardly.

“Okay! We’ll do yours first, go grab like a full tray of ice from downstairs, okay? And a roll of paper towel.” You instructed. Heather jumped to her feet, rushing downstairs as fast as she could. You resumed what you were doing, grabbing your lighter to disinfect the needle one more time.

“You wanna see what those things look like when they get ripped out?” you asked, turning your attention to Billy, who had taken to looking through your shelves boredly.

“What things?” he asked, his tone annoyed and deeply tired.

“The bull rings.” You replied. Billy hummed and you took that as the go ahead to grab the picture from your copy of Catch 22, pulling the Polaroid from underneath the cash. You handed it to Billy wordlessly.

The image was gruesome. It was of a guy, a few years older than Billy and you, with a bright red mohawk and dressed in a suit. He stood next to who Billy could only assume was the dude’s bride in an ugly reception hall. But that wasn’t the gruesome part; the part that made Billy’s stomach turn was the guy’s nose. It was mangled beyond belief, shrunken and crumpled. The guy only had one full nostril, the left one turned into a short of half open hole, a bunch of cartilage gone and gaping. It was quite honestly gross.

Billy cringed as he examined the guy. You took the moment to explain. “That’s cousin and her husband, Ben. Total punk rockers. Like three months before the wedding, I went with them to a Pixies concert and we all went to the mosh pit together. I guess I looked at this girl’s boyfriend or maybe I looked at her wrong because she tried to pick a fight with me. Ben stepped in, and before he could even say anything to her, she reached up and yanked out his nose ring. It tore the cartilage and he had to have his whole nose reconstructed. He couldn’t afford to have the nostril reconstructive surgery on top of the general nose reconstruction to save his one solid nostril and the bridge from collapsing.” You said.

Billy looked up, trying to bring his expression back to a neutral one “Why are you telling me this?” he asked, handing you back the picture.

You sighed “Look, everyone in the town knows that you get into fights. Having a big ole ring in the middle of your nose is just a really good place to grab for someone who wants an easy win on a fight.”

Billy scoffed “Only girls grab at shit to make a fight easier.”

You shrugged “Maybe, but I don’t know anyone who wouldn’t try to not get their ass beat by a guy twice their size.” You replied, popping the picture back into your kit.

Billy sighed “Would you do the left or right side then?” he asked.

You smirked slightly, looking him over. You bought your hands to his hands, which made Billy gasp slightly with his mouth shut. You ignore it, turning his face to the left and right, examining each side. The right side was better.

“Honestly? I wouldn’t do either. It’s not your look.” You said, letting his face go. He was very pretty up close, which gave you all the more reason to pull away before you did something stupid.

“Well I want something!” he cried and you laughed. Billy smirked as your face broke into a grin. It was the first genuine smile you’d had all day and it was quite pretty. He thought you were prettier than Heather, although he wouldn’t admit that if he still wanted the blow job Heather had been eluding to wanting to give all day.

“I can pierce your other ear, or give you a second hole on your right ear.” You said. Billy cringed and shook his head at both options. You thought for a second before a daring idea came into your head. You hesitated to give it, purely because you’d spent money on it for yourself, but you felt bad for making him give up on the idea.

“How about your nipples?” you said. Billy’s mouth fell open slightly, but he swallowed slightly, closing it. He’d never thought about piercing his nipples, but he immediately liked the idea.

“You ever pierce a nipple?” he asked, leaning closer to you. He was really hoping you’d say yes. He could feel himself warming up just at the thought of a great pair of tits with silver barbells glinting in the sunlight.

“No, but I had planned to-if you’re worried about me fucking up, I can do one of mine first.” You said, pulling the silver barbells of his dreams out of the book and flashing them to him with a smile.

“Oh no sweetheart...I trust you. But you gotta let me do yours if you want them done.” He replied.

“You do piercings?” you asked sceptically, placing the barbells on your desk.

“Doesn’t seem too hard.” He replied, inching closer to you. You back into your desk, exactly where he wanted you.

You chuckled, pressing a hand into his chest, and pushing him off you. “Yeah, the only amateur I get pierced by is myself, that way if I fuck up I have no one to blame but myself.” You explained. Heather burst in right on cue, ice melting down her hand and a damp paper towel roll in hand.

“Sorry! Took awhile to find the paper towel.” She announced, plopping the roll on your desk and tray next to it.

“It’s cool, you ready to do this?” you asked her. She furrowed her brow nervously, but you gestured to your desk chair. She sat down and gripped the arms to ease her shaking hands. You grabbed a cube from the tray and pressed it to her left lobe. “Alright, hold that there for a second sweetheart, I gotta unpack your earrings.” You reached for the package and pulled off the tape that secured the backings to the earrings. You pulled the cheap backing off the spoke and released the ‘H’ from the teal plastic hanger and placed it flat on the desktop.

“Nice and numb?” you asked. Heather bit down hard on her lip and nodded. You grabbed a black sharpie and marked her lobe. “Alright we’re going to count to three, take a deep breath with me, okay?” you took in a deep breath and Heather followed, shutting her eyes. You grabbed the needle and placed it against the marking.

“Let the breath go.” You huffed the breath out and when Heather did the same you plunged the needle into her lobe. She squealed but you counted loudly over it “One, two,” you grabbed the earring, placing it into the hole in the needle and pulling it through “Three. There, you’re halfway done.” You said, capped the earring and wiping down the needle with a bit of paper towel. Earlobes don’t generally bleed much and your needle came through practically clean, but you wiped it down anyway, if only to calm her nerves.

“Are you okay for me to do one more?” you asked. Heather nodded and you grabbed another cube from the tray, pressing it to the right lobe. The process repeated again and Billy watched on baited breath. At first, he was only interested in staring at your ass and imagining filthy things at the idea of you hovering over Heather and making her bite her lips for other reasons. But Heather wasn’t the interesting part of this image; it was you with your kind words and gentle but firm touches. Even when he got bored of the fantasy, he still watched you, utterly transfixed by you. Heather’s squeal pulled him out of his fantasy and back into the warm light of your bedroom. You capped the back of the second earring, stepping back to admire your work.

“Do they look alright?” Heather reached up to touch the new pierces, as if they weren’t real. As if she didn’t feel them stab through her head.

“They’re completely crooked.” You said, deadpan. Heather gasped loudly and you backtracked quickly “I’m kidding! I’m kidding! They look great!” Heather smacked you hard in the stomach, forcing herself out of the chair and over to your bed.

“We doing this, Hargrove?” you turned to him, looking him over confidently. He nodded, licking his lips. “Alright, lay down, Heather I’m gonna need you to move.” Billy tore off his shirt and Heather’s mouth dropped open as you ran the flame over the needle again.

“Oh my god what is going on?” Heather asked, practically drooling.

You rolled your ice “Heather, move your ass and grab me some ice. Billy, which side we doing here?” you asked, grabbing the package of silver barbells and ripping it open, pulling out one and bringing it over to the bed.

“Right.” He said confidently and you took the ice from Heather, straddling Billy and pressing the ice to his nipple. Billy shivered under you and you smirked.

“Heather, pass me the sharpie.” You said, keeping your eyes locked on his.

“This is insane...” Heather breathed, passing you the black marker. “Where’s your camera?”

“Nightstand drawer.” You replied, uncapping the marker with your teeth. Billy turned sharply to look for Heather, his face turning into a snarl. You leaned down, grabbing his chin and turning him back to you. His mouth fell open slightly as you leaned into his ear, whispering “Relax, you look hot...” you breathed hot air onto his neck as you spoke and his skin broke into goose bumps.

“You numb?” you asked. Billy nodded, even though he didn’t think his senses could be less numb if he tried, all of his nerves were alert and on edge. “Good...” you muttered, marking the spot for your needle and unscrewed one end of the barbell. You heard a click and saw the flash go off in the corner of your eye, but you ignored it, focusing on the warm skin under your hands.

You looked him over with a smirk “You need a countdown or are you gonna be a big man for me?” you asked, another flash trying to spot your vision. Billy swallowed hard and let out a small yelp, nodding confidently despite the sound coming out of his throat. “Good boy...” you whispered, shoving the needle through the hardened pink flesh. You felt every inch of him tense up as the pain shot through the bundle of nerves you’d just stabbed through. You mistook the final flash of the camera for stars as you felt him stiffen under your ass. You slid the barbell into the hollow end and slid the needle through, screwing the ball back on.

You smiled, admiring your work for climbing off him and dropping the needle on the mattress. “Alright, use rubbing alcohol to clean those at least once a day. I am not responsible for any infections you get because you can’t take care of yourself.” You explained, pulling your white tee shirt back over your hips. Billy sat up slowly, drinking you in like a cool glass of water, his mouth turning up as you turned around, packing up your kit and returning it to your hiding places.

“My mom’s gonna be home soon and I really wanna change. You good to take Heather home?” you turned your attention to Billy and he nodded slowly.

Heather got up, pulling you into a tight hug and sliding something into your back pocket. “Call me later?” she asked. You nodded, shoving your hands into your back pockets once she let go. Thick and glossy, they had to be the photos. You smirked; you’d look those over once she was gone. Heather headed out of the room as Billy examined himself in your full length mirror before tossing his shirt over his shoulder.

“You alright?” you asked, coming up behind him in the mirror.

“Just admiring your handiwork,” he replied, cocking his head to look at you “You think I can come back and get the other one done?” he asked.

“Sure...” you replied, looking him over slowly “Maybe you leave Heather behind next time.” Billy chuckled darkly, nodding slowly as his tongue slipped out of his mouth again.

“Alright then...I’ll see you around.” You said. You wanted to look over your pictures before you made any plans. You had to know if it looked as hot as it felt. But you had a feeling that it was more than you could ever imagine, no matter how hard you had tried in the past.

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