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csprslvt · 9 months

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you and i, and her. pt.7

Chapter 6

Summary: Reader and Ellie bond, and reader meets up with Abby. Betrayal ensues

WARNINGS: Mentions of death, violence. Reader and Ellies dynamic is painfully awkward, shorter chapter. Ellie is def in love but doesn't know it, reader is weak for Abby and her words, Betrayal. A very short chapter I am so sorry! Longer chapter seven will be coming up to make up for it! Abby has comp het. Homophobia, the D slur, foul language

How exactly did she get here? Abby thought as Owen was kissing her, eyes wide open unmoving under his touch

It didn't feel right, none of it felt right, not unless it was y/n. His hands weren't gentle or soft like yours, they didn't know her body the way you did. They were not welcome.

Yet she stayed, why exactly she was unsure. Maybe she was just pathetic trying to move on from someone she had assumed died.

She should've looked for you, tried harder, done everything in her power to get to you. She missed you so much.

Owen pulled away, noticing her lack of interest in the kiss.

“What's wrong”

“Owen we can't keep doing this”

“What? Why?”

Now Abby was a blunt person so she did not hesitate to say.

“I don't love you”

“You don't have too we are just having fun”

“Well it's not fun anymore”

Owen looks at Abby with an annoyed expression

“Is this about your dyke ex?”

“The fuck did you just call her?”

“So it is about that bitch”

“Dont you fucking say that. you don't know her”

“I never got along with her, I don't understand how you were with her. She was a total cunt to me”

“Maybe you deserved it”

Owen rolls his eyes, Abby turns away, frustrated. Sure, Owen became an asshole when she left him for y/n but he would've never called y/n names like that if she was still with Abby.

“You're still in love with her.”

Abby met Owen's eyes, the look she gave him was enough of an answer.

Owen put his head in his hands, groaning.

“This was a mistake.”

Owen gave her an empty stare, she turned facing away from him and he walked away.

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Ellie and y/n didn't make it very far on the horse, Shimmer started to grow tired and needed rest as well as food and water. This was a blessing in disguise as going too far would make it difficult to meet up with Abby again.

However, this was the one time in your life where the greatest emotion you experienced was ambivalence. You loved Abby, but she was so willing to sleep with her ex when you went missing. You could see by the way she reacted by the sight of you, that she loved you too, Owen was likely a distraction, but you knew the power you had over her. In your time together she had been emotionally closed off to basically anyone else but alone it was always

“y/n I missed you”

“y/n I got this for you, I hope you like it, it reminded me of you!”

“y/n don't you ever leave me, I love you”

You'd appear in a room and she was instantly weak in the knees, and you knew that. Anything you wanted or needed she would provide without you having to ask. She was your lover but she was also your best friend and the moments you had with her were your most cherished memories. So it made literally no sense, how could she have been with Owen? She never alluded to having any attraction to him after they had broken up. And so, you equated it to being absolute, unescapable desperation.

She must've been desperate to have gotten with someone else.

At the same time, you questioned your sanity, did Abby have the right to move on since youd been missing for so long?

Hmmmm no, definitely not

That is what the toxic part of you thought. She wasn't allowed to love someone else. And if she did, she would always be reminded of you as the best girl she's ever had. She certainly treated you like you were. You'd always treated her like she’d crafted the moon, the stars, the night sky just for you.

“If she wanted to she would” was always your mindset, the adoration always went both ways, The relationship you had was beautiful. But was it time to let it go? To mourn it?

“y/n? You okay? You seem kind of lost in thought” Ellie questioned from her place on the floor beside a resting Shimmer.

“Yea I kinda am lost in thought”

Ellie adjusted herself so she was across from you, knees brushing against each other. Her expression was open as if to say “Talk to me, I’ll listen”

“I'm having a hard time feeling… like I need to let some things go”

Ellie gave an awkward smile, “Oh I kind of hold onto grudges so I'm not the best with that but if you wanna talk I'll listen!”

“I just need to move on from the past, I guess. It's just difficult” You mumbled, fiddling with your necklace.

Ellie nods urging you to continue

“I really miss how my life used to be.”

“Oh, I see” Ellie says, “What about it do you miss?”

“I miss the people, I miss the comfort of having a place of feeling like I belonged”

Ellie considers this for a moment before looking at you with the most genuine loving expression youd ever gotten from her

“You do belong, you belong with me.”

You flushed, did Ellie even realize the connotations of what she was saying? At your embarrassment she also turned bright red.

“Oh! Uhmm I meant like… you always have…., uhhhhh. Fuck” Ellie hides her face in her hands clearly humiliated by her own words,

An awkward silence.

“You always have a safe place with me, is what I meant”

Nice save Ellie!

“Thanks Els, that actually does make me feel better”’

“Good! I'm glad”

That night you didnt leave until you were sure Ellie was in a deep slumber, you then snuck off.

Abby waited inside the tower,heart pounding and sweating. Nervous as ever. She’d kicked everyone out, only wanting to be alone with you.

When you made it up she snapped all her attention to you, a gas lamp lighting up the room.

“You came”

“Yea, kind of had too” You sat down next to her on her sleeping bag.

She watched you, every breath you took, every movement you gave and every part of you could see with the dim lighting of the lamp she took in.

“I missed you”

You didn't say anything, she tried again to start a conversation

“Where were you?”

“I've been staying in a town named Jackson. With a friend”

“Oh”

“Yea” The air was tense.

“Why… Why didn't you look for me? I would’ve looked for you, fuck, I was looking for you”

“I tried but Owen was pissy and-”

“Oh don't give me that bullshit, if you loved me you wouldn't have let anyone stop you”

That one hit deep, Abby loved you, she adored you, she needed you and she felt horrible for not looking hard enough, for trying to replace you with Owen when he could never amount to you.

“I didn't know if you were alive, and if you weren't, I couldn't handle the thought of finding you lifeless or worse.”

“You were scared”

“Terrified… y/n I cant, I can't handle losing you again” She spoke with a shake in her tone matching the trembling of her hands.

“I tried being with Owen to move on but I can't, I love you, I never stopped loving you”

Abby was looking at you now, searching for a reaction

“I just wanted to forget how much I missed you but I couldn't, not when nothing felt right or natural the way It did with you. Every time he touched me It wasn't the same, and it could never be the same because you are the only one I've ever wanted, ever needed, ever yearned for. And I'm sorry I didn't look harder, I should've crossed any limit to find you. I regret it more than anything. I just want my girl back by my side again”

Finally you broke, tears of last night clouding your vision, Abby pulled you into her seeing your face drop and you allowed yourself to lean on her.

“So you don't love him?”

“I could never love him the way I've loved you all these years, and a few months a part could never change how deeply I feel for you”

“ I love you too, I missed you so much Abby '' Sobs wracked through your body, and she held you tighter than ever as if you'd disappear if she let go.

“I really hope you can forgive me, I will spend the rest of my days trying to make it up to you y/n”

“Abby you can't go back home”

“What?” Abby turned to you with a lost expression, wondering about the sudden change in conversation.

“You can't go back to seattle.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The man you killed, Joel, there was a girl there she watched it happen right? The guy who killed your father”

“Yes but what about it?”

“She is going to kill you.”

Notes: So sorry about the short chapter. I update daily and a better one should be out soon! Thanks for reading <333333.

#ellie x reader #abby x reader #ellie tlou2 #abby anderson #gaming #angst #eventual smut #the last of us 2 #ellie williams #fem reader

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creepyyanderegirl · 9 months

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Yandere Tatum Riley Alphabet

A=Affection (How do they show their love for you)

Kissing,cuddling,holding,hugging,carrying you, arm over your shoulder

B=Bound (How much do they share with you)

Wants no secrets between you two

C=Cruel (How do they punish you)

Force feeds you, starving,hits you, yelling, isolation, silent treatment

D=Desire (How long until they take you)

3 months

E=Even (To what level are they dominant)

Is a little dominant

F=Future (What are their future plans for the two of you)

Get married have a dog and a cat

G=Gifts (What do they give you)

Sweets,stuff animals, pillows,blankets,clothes

H=Hell (Worst experience with them)

Her jealousy, when she's angry with you and her punishments

I=Insane (How insane did they get because of you)

8/10

J=Jealous (How easily do they get jealous)

Very easily mention of anyone else and she's upset

K=Killing (How do they handle killing)

Stabs them or hits something over their head

L=Language (What is their love language)

Quality time,physical touch, words of affirmation

M=Manipulation (What could you do to get your way)

If your nice to her or show her affection

N=No (To what strength would they go for you)

She'd do anything for you

O=Obsessed (How obsessed are they with you)

9/10

P=Pet names (What do they call you)

Cutie,Hunny,Sweetie,baby,babe,love,darling,angel,kitten,sweetheart

Q=Quit (How would they act if you died)

She'd be very sad and it would break het

R=Runaway (What are your chances to get away)

None

S=Stalking (How good are they at stalking you)

5/10

T=Type (What type of yandere are they)

Obsessive,Manipulative,Sweet,Caring,Possessive, Delusional, Overprotective

U=Unique (Different from other yanderes)

A bit rude to you

V=Vine (How workout they feel if you fought back)

She'd fight you back

W=Will (Would they do anything against their loves will)

X=Xray (How much do they hide from you)

Nothing

Y=Yearning (How much do they want you)

4/10

Z=Zzz (How do you two fall asleep together)

Tatum holds you in her arms

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yanderetatumriley #yandere girl #tatumrileyxy/n #tatumrileyxyou #tatum riley x reader #tatum riley #scream #scream 1996

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gogmstuff · 2 years

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1846 fashion in pictures -

Top: 1846 Queen Victoria at the Age of 27 Years by ? (was for sale by Boris Wilnitsky). Image cropped to remove shadowed areas along the left, top, and right edges. Print, spots, & flaws removed w Pshop 1143X1953 @72 584kj.

Second row left: 1846 Rainha D. Maria II by Ferdinand Krumholz (Palácio da Ajuda - Ajuda parish, Lisboa, Portugal). From Wikimedia 834X1200 @72 325kj.

Second row right: 1846 Maria Nikolaievna by Carl Timoleon von Neff (location ?). From liveinternet.ru/users/lara_rimmer/post458270808/ 1000X1342 @96 369kj.

Third right: 1846 Prinses Marianne van Oranje-Nassau by Jan Philip Koelman (Geschiedkundige Vereniging Oranje-Nassau/Historical Society of Orange-Nassau, Paleis Het Loo - Den Haag, Zuid Holland, Netherlands). From Wikimedia 1508X2000 @96 498kj.

Fourth row left: 1846 Adriana Wilhelmina Clara Hooft by Jan Baptist van der Hulst (Frans Hals Museum - Haarlem, Noord-Holland, Netherlands). From history-of-fashion.tumblr.com/image/136328711994 900X1186 @72 474kj.

Fourth row right: 1846 Lady Fitzharris by Richard James Lane after Edwin Landseer (British Museum). From their Web site 1927X2500 @300 1.1Mj.

Fifth row: 1846 Princess Clementine of Orleans, Princess of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha by Franz Xaver Winterhalter (Châteaux de Versailles et de Trianon - Versailles, Île-de- France, France). From gallerix.ru/storeroom/1941543836/N/2028134133/ 1287X1998 @72 607kj.

Sixth row left: 1846 Augustine-Modeste-Hortense Reiset by Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres (Fogg Museum, Harvard University - Cambridge, Massachusetts, USA). From Wikimedia 1855X2295 @95.19 912kj.

Sixth row right: 1846 María Francisca de la Gándara, Dowager Countess of Calderón by Vicente López y Portaña (Prado). From their Web site ©Museo Nacional del Prado 1475X1920 @96 876kj.

Seventh row: 1846 Augusta Großherzogin von Mecklenburg-Strelitz (1822-1916, née Princess of Cambridge) by Franz Xaver Winterhalter (Royal Collevtion). From Wikimedia 2480X2933 @150 1.1Mj.

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basalt-deltas · 8 months

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RULES WHEN REQUESTING

Requests are OPEN!

Fandoms I write for — Spiderverse, Valorant, Life Series, Hermitcraft, Critical Role, Hazbin Hotel

Spiderverse — Miguel O’Hara, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar, Gwen Stacy, any of the live action Spidermen, Peter B. Parker, Spiderman Noir, MJ (Zendaya version only SORRY), Miles Morales (both of em) Valorant — Phoenix, Yoru, Cypher, Jett, Gekko, Omen, Skye, Nanobomb, KAY/O Vox Machina — Percy De Rolo, Vax'ildan, Vex'ahlia, Keyleth, Pike Trickfoot, Scanlan Shorthalt, Grog Mighty Nein — Caleb Widogast, Mollymauk Tealeaf, Jester Lavorre, Yasha Nydoorin, Beauregard Lionett, Fjord, Nott the Brave, Caduceus Clay, etc Hermitcraft — Just ask, I'm too tired to put all the sillies in here Life series — Again, just ask :thumbs up: Hazbin Hotel — Angel Dust, Alastor, Lucifer, Charlie, Vaggie, Adam, basically the whole cast

Reader — I’m best at male!reader, but I’ll also do fem!reader, gnc!reader, and trans!reader! Fear not, I am trans also!

Usual Genres — Angst, fluff, idk what does genres even mean. Punk Rock???

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What I will write!!

⇨ character x reader (2nd person, you/yours, no y/n) ⇨ character x character (I won’t do certain ships, ask me first!!) ⇨ canon or canon-divergent ⇨ headcanon scenarios ⇨ character headcanons ⇨ oneshots ⇨ platonic, romantic, or familial ⇨ multiple requests from the same person ⇨ poly relationships ⇨ make canon cis/het characters queer ! ⇨ reader/characters with mental illness as long as it’s not romanticising or Weird about it (??) ⇨ Suggestive / 16+

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⇨ NSFW / 18+ ⇨ other people’s ocs (SORRY) ⇨ yandere or other kinds of abusive/toxic relationships ⇨ anything with substance abuse as the main theme ⇨ child!reader in fics, mentioning it in familial fics/hcs is okay though ⇨ suicide, self/harm. severe depression, or similar topics as the main focus ⇨ anything proship or illegal ⇨ anything disregarding canon LGBTQ identities (making a gay character straight, a trans character cis, etc)

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PLEASE BE AS SPECIFIC AS POSSIBLE!! Tell me everything you want, specify if you want me to take some creative liberties, please I am so bad with unspecific directions!!! I will not dm to clarify if you’re not on anon

You can specify if you want me to post your request anonymously or with your ask attached !! If you don’t specify, I’ll just assume yes and I’ll attach your ask

I will answer whatever question you have!! About pretty much anything :D

PLEASE just. Don’t be a dick. I am not being paid to write for you!!! And I do this on my own time!!!

To check if your request is being written/worked on, check my works in progress!!

Everything above applies to requests!! If I write something by myself that breaks the rules, it’s because I want to and I can

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kurapike · 3 months

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thought I found a fellow kibum-appreciating lesbian but ofc you're some bihet f*g hag fake radfem.. you have the audacity to call out your fellow bi women for id-ing as sapphic but openly thirst after Kibum, the cvuntiest most obvsly gay twunk, spouting bs like 'he's the love of your life' and that you want him 🤢 homophobic corrective r*pist behaviour. not to mention no ssa feminist would actually claim a male to be the love of their life, let alone a gay man who's a virtual stranger, vile.. and salivating after xz as well who has an equally famous bf, you're just a gay-fetishizing homophobic het fruit fly like the rest of them. stop pretending to be into women and go hop on the d of some crusty het moid if you wish instead of negating the gayness of famous men who'd be astronomically out of your league even if they weren't gay and who are decent people precisely because they aren't straight, het moids could never lol. what kind of an adult woman gushes over fkn photo cards of a famous gay man (or anyone tbh) anyway? that's pathetic delusional y/n het tween behaviour, how do you not pass away from the shame? if you actually supported these celebrities and were same-sex attracted, you'd relate to them being gay and would be overjoyed about that instead of projecting disgusting het self-insert fantasies onto them like the most heterosupremacist homophobic het gf stan. you are the most atrocious hypocrite I've seen as of late, bihets truly are the most aggressive homophobes who rather than being actually ssa, use their bicuriosity as an excuse to fetishize opposite-sex homosexuality and gay people, while dreaming about 'conversion r*pe', hell is where you're headed. oh and these men wouldn’t even touch you with a stick lol, they wouldn’t even want to have a friendly conversation knowing what gross bs you write about them

me when im normal

#ask #anon #x

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klirk-hammurton · 8 months

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Metallica M72 Tour Night 2 pt. 4

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atinylittleghoul · 2 years

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y’know i’ve never seen anyone really talk about it but i was just thinking about the Great Danny Phantom Fan War of 2005-2007 and how no one seem to remember or even talk about it anymore?

so buckle up kids here’s the swan song of the danny phantom fan war

waaaay back in the day (and by that i mean 2005/2006) when people still used online forums butch hartman had an official forum for fans of his shows to talk to him or each other.

at one point word spread to the forum mods that butch hartman was very very homophobic and didn’t like people making slash or porn of his shows oh no! it was then the forum mods decided that everyone who was into slash M U ST B E D E S T O R Y E D.

suddenly people started getting banned left and right. even people who weren’t into slash but were slash-friendly were getting banned. simply having a deviantart account could get you banned because OH NO WHAT IF THERE’S SLASH ART ON THERE!! i also specifically remember the mods sending out emails to the sinners offenders saying something about how they were “questioning your status as a true fan”.

and so the people who listened and obeyed butch hartman’s every word were and only shipped het were labeled “true-fans” and the people who shipped whatever they wanted were labeled “anti-fans”.

eventually people got sick of all the bullshit that was happening on the forums and moved onto livejournal and deviantart just to escape the insanity.

but as time went on the war eventually petered out and now all that’s left of it are the faint whispers of the past.

#Danny Phantom #phandom #phandom history #dumb #rambling

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dedicatedtopapahet · 1 year

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I know you're not feeling too well, but I bringeth some D A D D Y Het pics to hopefully make you smile ❤️

Get well soon, Kate!

Thank you, Demon. I really do appreciate it.

#✨️he✨️#james hetfield #metallica

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absolutebl · 2 years

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Hi absoluteBL,

I read your Review of utsukushii kare and saw that you love it just as much as I do :D

In the beginning I thought that Hira was the Uke in this show and that he was punished by the narrative for pursuing the seme (just like Intouch in uwma).

While watching the ending of the show, it became clear that Hira totally fit the Seme type, and Kiyoi was just a big tsundere Uke. This made me wonder why I thought all this time that Hira was the Uke. And I guess one big point is, that the seme is often portrayed as the cooler and more handsome part of the couple. Because the Uke often represents the "female part" in a BL - which is dumb because there's obviously no female part in a m/m relationship but you now how the writers/producers like to push their heteronormative thinking on these shows- they aren't seen as important in the show and don't need to be as beautiful as the seme. At least that's the feeling I get from some shows.

Now to my actual questions:

How you did you see Hira. Did you know that Hira will end up being the seme? Do you have a show, where you were surprised to find out that the Uke is actually the Seme or vice versa?

Sorry for the long ask! 😅

All asks are good asks. No apologies needed!

Did you know that Hira will end up being the seme?

I did see Hira as the seme from the start, but then I am used to whipping boy (attack dog) + spoiled prince narratives. The moment Hira goes crazy and beats up the other kid because of what is done to Kiyoi, his role is confirmed. That’s because it's more common in a bodyguard context like Golden Blood or Where Your Eyes Linger. But Japan and China (in particular) and fanfic/fandom love a quiet, shy, reserved character who is only really driven into fight/rage/extreme emotion by threat to their beloved. It’s a very popular narrative framework for characterization. You’ll see this deployed with the clumsy uke getting hurt or sick. (The baby is a clumsy bunny trope.) Or the protect baby from bullies thing used in a lot of het romances.

The fact that My Beautiful Man also makes Kiyoi possessive and protective is very clever. But also a classic spoiled prince role.

“He’s a monster, but he’s my monster.” does also go into, “That means only I can activate him.” Especially when we have an indentured ego/identity as whipping boy often entitles.

In other words, because Hira will never act to protect himself, only to protect Kiyoi, it is up to Kiyoi to make sure no one else but Kiyoi can take advantage of him. And Kiyoi does.

In fact I was more surprised when people thought Hira wasn't the seme. But then spoiled princes (and brats) are one of my favorite archetypes, so I am kinda trained for this one. Japan used this one with their ninja yaoi a lot, the idea on fixed loyalty from powerful warriors.

Do you have a show, where you were surprised to find out that the Uke is actually the Seme or vice versa?

I don't think so? Maybe, one of my trash watches? So like the show itself wasn’t clear on its narrative. Like Gen Y.

Generally it's more I'm surprised when they go for verse/switch or no seme/uke dynamic. So at first the Taiwanese stuff used to confuse me, now I'm more surprised when they do execute a strong seme/uke since for them that's the exception rather than the rule. And I think that has to do with their preference for physically matched muscled co-stars, and their more gay/queer lens given the social structure in Taiwan.

Thailand still shocks me. Like Bad Buddy, or right now Vice Versa which I *think* is going to avoid/play with the dynamic.

I'm sure there were some out there that surprised me, maybe Japan? Mr Cinderella definitely, but that was more I didn't think Bah Vinh would allow even a hint that he might be an uke.

But these days I kinda am rolling with the different country’s styles and that guides my expectations into more predictable standards. Which is great for me, since I garner much comfort in the predictable. Just not TOOO predictable. If that makes sense.

#Utsukushii Kare #My Beautiful Man #japanese bl #japanese yaoi #adapted from a manga #live action yaoi #Bad Buddy #Vice Versa #thai bl #golden blood #where your eyes linger #korena bl #korean bl

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sixpossumsinatrenchcoat · 1 year

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Regrowth

Four years after the good end, Aubrey helps Basil dye his hair. 9k words of wholesome timeskip photobomb, AKA the most sapphic-coded het ship of all time. Link after the preview!

Basil’s been daydreaming about dyeing his hair for years. Not that he’s ever actually said so. He’s just… obvious. Every time Aubrey shows up with her hair in a new shade of pink, his whole face lights up.

The next time the gang rolls out for one of Kel’s games, she finally pops the question. “So, when are you gonna let me dye your hair?”

Basil’s big blue eyes get even bigger. “Y–You want to??”

“Hell yeah I do! C’mon, what's the worst that could happen?"

He swallows. “Well. I could mess up the ratio on the bleach and lose all my hair… Or they might have mislabeled the d-dyes, so I’d end up looking like a clown… Or my professors might think I was, um, f-frivolous, or… unprofessional… Or they might not even recognize me! And when they tried to throw me out of lecture, I’d get so p-panicked I couldn’t even explain, so it’d get marked as an unexcused absence, and then—”

“Damn, dude, you’re really serious about this.”

He startles and stares.

“Sorry,” she snickers. “I just mean… Look, no one can say you haven’t done your research. But, hey! The good news is, everything you’re scared about is stupid.”

Basil gives her a reproachful look. “You only get three unexcused absences before they dock your grade.”

“Yeah, yeah, I hear ya. Okay, dude, I gotchu. Check this out.” She counts on her fingers as she rattles off each reply. “You’re blonde enough that you can probably skip the bleach. We can do a test strip before we do your whole head. You’re a fucking literature major, half your professors have more tattoos than I do. And… Uh. What am I missing?”

His frown is twitching at the edges, like it’s fighting with a smile. “Unexcused absence.”

“—And no one in all of history has ever been turned into a stranger by a little hair dye, but if you’re really worried, I’ll walk you to class after. That way, if you go all deer-in-the-headlights, I can talk for you.”

“Y-You’d really do that?”

“Yeah, it’s whatever,” she yawns. “I guess I'm just, like, an insanely good guy.”

A snuffling little laugh slips out of him. “Well… If you really wouldn’t mind…”

“Hah!! Fuck yeah, dude! Look at you, being all brave and shit. When d’you wanna do this?”

“Well…” He looks sideways at her. “Um… Are you doing anything after this?”

After saying bye to the others, Aubrey has to double back to unlock her bike.

“Oh,” Basil says, frowning at it. “Hm.”

“What? You don’t think you can keep up?”

His eyes widen. “Um—!!”

“I’m kidding,” she snorts. “Anyway, you definitely could not. Don’t stress, dude, I was always gonna walk it. Unless you wanna ride on my handlebars?”

Basil looks down the hill and shudders. “D-Definitely not. Um. No offense.”

“Naw, that’s fair. I’d feel really bad if I had to brake and launched you into traffic.”

He chokes on a laugh. “...I could maybe try to stand on the back tires?”

“Ooh, very Ghibli. But I gotta pass. Great way to break an axle, unfortunately. It’s cool,” she reassures him. “It’s a nice walk.”

At the first crosswalk, Aubrey frowns and slows to a stop, nodding at Basil to keep walking. “Here, get on my left. I don’t wanna whack you with the handlebars.”

And if it also puts Basil on the inside of the sidewalk, further from the street, well. What about it? The gutters are still puddled with last night’s rain, and Basil’s outfit is way too cute to get splashed.

Basil tends to dress down for Kel’s community basketball games. (Kel might be the nicest nerd ever to dribble a ball, but jocks are still jocks.) So there’s no shimmer in the creases of his eyes, and only a couple of those silly little hairclips he likes. But his knitted sweater is covered with fuzzy white sheep, and the pale pink of his swishy wide-legged pants doesn’t look very mud-friendly.

Right on cue, a city bus screams past, spraying Aubrey with a spatter of grade-A grime.

“Oh!!” Basil gasps. “Are you okay?”

“No. I’m melting. Guess you’re gonna have to get Sunny to do your hair. Just, please… Tell my story…”

“Hmph! Then I guess you don’t want the Tide-to-Go pen I’ve got in my backpack!!”

“Pfffw,” she sputters. “Oh, my god, it’ll come off in the wash, you nerd. Anyway, these shorts have definitely seen worse.”

They take a quick detour to shop around for dye, and then they’re back on track. Outside of the CVS, Basil excuses himself to glance at his phone. He frowns.

“...Sunny?” Like she even has to ask.

Basil nods distractedly. “I’m a little worried…”

Basil is basically always a little worried, but this time, he’s got a point. “Yeah, I guess he was a little off today. He’s all worked up about this Kel thing, huh?”

“Oh my gosh, thank god you guys already talked about it—Yes!! They’re being so silly about this!! It’s—I mean—I don’t think I’m just making assumptions; of course I can’t see inside anyone else’s head, but it’s… From an outside perspective, it certainly seems like…”

“...They want the same thing, and they’re just being dumbshits about it?”

“Exactly!!!” Basil hesitates. “Well. Maybe not that last part. But Kel came over yesterday and oh my gosh, Aubrey, you would not believe how much they were—Ugh!! Okay, let me paint you a picture.”

Some people might call it gossip, but their friends have always loved nothing more than talking about their friends. Knowing everything about each other is just another way to love someone.

“Hey, here’s an idea,” she says, when she’s finished laughing her ass off. “Kel’s headed to your place later, right?” Basil and Sunny are the only ones who actually live there, but all five of them have the keys.

Basil nods.

“So, why don’t you crash at mine?” Nice. Totally casual. “Give Sunny a little space to sort his shit out, instead of just whining to us about it. Let’s be honest, those nerds need all the help they can get.”

Basil’s eyes widen. “You… wouldn’t mind?”

“Hey, c’mon! Why would I! It’s been way too long, anyway. When’s the last time we had a sleepover?”

“Probably, um.” He hesitates. “P-Probably after the psych ward.”

…Right. Obviously. Wow, she’s an asshole.

***

The last time Aubrey slept over at Basil’s house is also the first time in at least four years. (Assuming you don’t count the night she spent in his living room while, just down the hall, Basil was busy gouging out Sunny’s eye. Which Aubrey doesn’t. Basil wasn’t even there.)

It’s been exactly two weeks since Sunny moved away. Two weeks since Basil took Sunny’s eye, and Sunny clawed Basil’s face to bloody pulp. Two weeks since Sunny finally told the truth behind the lie that broke Hero’s heart and Basil’s mind and Aubrey’s ability to be a decent fucking person.

It was too much. Way too fucking much. Aubrey had only just found the strength to look at herself, at all the things she’d said and done and didn’t do. The way she’d let grief make her into a monster. And before she even got the chance to properly apologize, the whole picture got flipped on its head. How is she supposed to feel about Basil now that she knows what he did? How is she supposed to apologize when she’s still so fucking angry?

She needs answers. She needs answers, or she'll never sleep through the night for the rest of her life. Where the fuck else is she supposed to get them?

The doctors at the psych ward don’t want to send Basil home. But he’s following the rules, giving the right answers to all their leading questions. And they need his room for kids that are still actively trying to shoot up their school or set fire to their step-dad’s trailer or whatever.

The doctors know that Basil is all messed up. Unstable. Dangerous. But the victim refuses to press charges, so, technically, there is no crime. At a certain point, their hands are tied. There’s nowhere else to put him. As usual, nobody wants him.

They did put him on antipsychotics, though. And sedatives. And anti-anxiety pills that make him feel like he’s floating underwater. All the drugs wrap his brain up in a soft blanket of fog, insulating him from the things he can’t stop remembering. The dark behind his eyes is still red with Sunny’s blood but it’s like a memory of a dream, a fairy tale he only half remembers. Once upon a time there were two boys, one made of poison and one made of blood. Rivers of blood. So thick that it runs almost black.

Basil floats home and floats down the hall and floats into his room. Someone’s diligently removed everything sharp, the bonsai trimmer and the pruning shears and even all the pencils on his desk. And his carpet is gone. There’s a spot on the floor where the wood’s bleached white. That must be where he did it.

Something rattles against his window. Outside, it’s already dark. On the other side of the glass, Mari swings from the tree.

Basil blinks and the picture rearranges itself. Not Mari. Too alive. And too... pink. Aubrey. But why would Aubrey be hanging from the tree? Aubrey isn’t even dead.

“Basil,” Aubrey’s voice hisses. It sounds real enough. But then, the voices always did.

Basil frowns. Weren’t the drugs supposed to fix him? It feels like they made him worse.

“Basil. Basil!! I know you’re in there, man, we are literally making eye contact. Will you open up already? I’m losing my grip.”

Basil blinks again. Is the actual Aubrey actually hanging from the tree? He can’t make it make sense but he can’t connect any thoughts with any other thoughts, so maybe it does make sense, and it’s just his mind that’s wrong. Just in case, he lurches to his feet and fumbles with the lock.

The floor feels like jello. He misses the window-lock three times before it clicks. Then the window rattles open, and Aubrey swings through it.

The picture warps. When Basil opens his eyes he’s on his bed again, slumped back against the headboard. But Aubrey is still there. She looks real. And strangely panicked.

“...Aubrrrr…? Why’re…”

His tongue fumbles the rest. He’s out of practice, talking. Even when he wasn’t, he was never any good.

Basil’s eyes won’t focus. His pupils are wildly dilated, as round as two dimes. Aubrey managed to wrestle him back into bed before he could crack his skull on the floor, but he’s still slipping in and out of consciousness. He keeps looking at her like he’s not sure she’s real. Shit. What kind of fucked-up shit did they dose him with?

“What‘rrr,” he mumbles. What are you doing here, probably. It’s a reasonable question.

Aubrey came here for answers.

She knows what happened. Sunny isn’t much for talking, but when he does, he’s always very clear. But she still can’t understand how, or why. And she can’t stop feeling angry. She feels just as sorry as she feels angry, but that only makes the anger louder. Her anger is an alive thing inside her and it won’t stop burning in her chest, clawing at her throat. It feels like it won’t stop until she understands.

But it doesn’t look like Basil is in any condition to help with that. Does he even know who she is?

“Aubrrrr,” he slurs, tilting over sideways. So that’s probably a yes. “What’s. What???”

She huffs a breath. “Sorry. I just, uh. I heard you got discharged, and…” Her hands curl to fists. “Look, I think we need to talk.”

To her horror, Basil bursts into tears.

“H-Hey, come on. It’s not like—” Muscle memory makes her reach for him. Actual memory reminds her to keep her hands to herself. “I didn’t come here to hurt you.”

It only makes him cry harder. Basil curls into himself like he’s trying to disappear. He’s trying to say something but it’s just noise. The keen of an animal in pain.

Shit. She is fucking this up.

She shouldn’t be here. It’s so fucked up that she’s even here. The bully who made his life hell for the past four years—the psycho who tried to drown him—just forced her way into his bedroom. Of course he’s fucking scared.

She lets out her breath. “Sorry. This was stupid. I'll get out of your hair.”

“W-Wait,” Basil gasps. “Please wait, I’m s-sorry, I can s-st-stop crying, I— If you j-just g-give me a second I p-p-promise I’ll stop.”

Jesus. “That’s not… What the fuck are you even—" He’s shaking like a leaf, shuddering with the effort of holding it in. “Jesus christ, Basil, I don’t care if you cry! I just thought you’d want me out of here!!”

Basil shakes his head, pathetically fast.

Christ. How alone do you have to feel to beg for the company of someone who treats you like dirt? Jesus fucking christ, this kid has been so fucking lonely.

(And whose fault is that?)

The knife in her gut twists.

—Fuck. Okay. No. She's going about this all wrong.

When they were kids, Basil never liked getting doted on. When he cried, he wanted to be touched, but not looked at. Obviously the touch thing is a non-starter, given... everything. But he didn’t used to mind getting talked at. It helped break him out of it, sometimes. Otherwise, he could get stuck like that for hours.

Aubrey sits on the floor, deliberately nonthreatening. “...Do you want a minute? Or should I just talk at you?”

“P-P, Pl—“ He grimaces through his tears, makes a fumbling gesture. Go ahead.

His stutter is worse than she remembers. Almost as bad as when they first met. That’s probably her fault, too. The shrapnel in her stomach crunches and grinds.

“I’m sorry I shouted,” she says quietly.

Basil’s forehead scrunches. The motion wrinkles the scabs feathering his face, making him wince.

“Sorry. I mean, uh. In the hospital. After Sunny—Um.” Stupid. He knows what she means. “I didn’t mean to, uh.” She clears her throat. “I was just. Overwhelmed.”

Basil’s head tilts. His eyes are clouded, uncomprehending.

“I—” Aubrey huffs impatiently. “Have you heard from Sunny?”

He shakes his head. “They didn’t let me keep my phone.”

Of course not. “Sorry. I, uh. I still need to talk to you. If that’s okay. But honestly, dude, you look like shit. You should probably, like… rest? I can come back in the—”

“No,” he gasps, lurching forward so violently that would have toppled out of bed, if she didn’t fling an arm in the way. “P-P-Pl, p-p-please—”

“Hey, woah!! Careful! Jesus fuckin… I’m not going anywhere, okay? I don’t really get it… But, I dunno. I guess I could… stay… over?” It’s almost unfathomable. Aubrey hasn’t slept in Basil’s room since they were stupid little kids. Just a couple of unwanted brats who’d got lucky enough to worm their way into someone else’s family.

Immediately, she wants to take it back. Because, honestly, what the fuck is Basil going to think when he wakes up to find Aubrey on his floor? The monster under his bed, crawled out of his nightmares and into his waking world? But he looks so relieved that she can’t bring herself to do it.

A moment later, a pillow falls onto the ground beside her. It’s followed by a blanket.

Aubrey sits up a little, frowning. “Hey, c’mon. What are you—”

“Y’ll be cold,” Basil mumbles, semi-conscious.

…Christ.

Whatever. It’s fine. It’s not like there’s anyone waiting for her at home. Aubrey will just wait until he falls asleep and then slip out the way she came, like she was never even here. Then once the sun’s up, she can knock on the front door like a normal fucking person.

But when she opens her eyes, it’s already morning.

The scars on Basil’s face healed beautifully. Four years on, all that remains is a scatter of splintered white, like when you press your heel against a half-frozen puddle but only gently, not hard enough to crunch through to the mud. Or like those Japanese ceramics you make by smashing a pot and then painting it back together.

Not that she’s ever told him that. She wouldn’t know how to do it without hurting him. Basil is very good at hearing the worst possible version of whatever-it-is you actually said.

Anyway, those wounds are already healed. No reason to cut into the scar.

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