#I guess I'll have to...mullet over

[werewylf]

in this weird stage with my hair where i cut it too short on top and stuck between wanting to grow all of it out so i can mullet it again and the fact that i cut it wrong so now it's annoying and making me want to cut it again

#it's crazy bc i literally was cutting my hair SO nicely like yeah it wasn't as perfect as a professional #but the last few times i cut the top i have just been so dissatisfied with the results #idk where it started going wrong but i don't have money to go anywhere and i'm tired of trusting yt ppl and then getting my hair fucked up #guess i'll shave the sides and back down one or two more times before autumn and then grow it out over the winter like usual #and maybe save up to find someone versed in curly hair to mullet it again #nox grumbles

[ckret2]

Chapter 31 of human Bill grudgingly enduring being the Pines' prisoner because the Henchmaniacs won't take his call: Summerween night! Everyone gets ridiculous costumes!

The Summerween Trickster's buddies are attempting to resurrect him. Robbie's making a music video. Bill's attempting to woo Ford back into friendship, to terrify Dipper with cursed knowledge, and to recover his dignity from THE most gentle chastising imaginable, and he only succeeds in 1 out of 3 of these endeavors:

It's not this one. He's just gotta process these emotions while wearing that stupid wig.

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Soos was putting the final touches on his cosplay (the suave and mysterious Masked Guy In A Suit, love interest of the heroine from the classic anime Teenage Planetary Soldier Girls) when he heard the phone ring in the office. "Hold on, I'll get it!" He hurried downstairs, ducked under a construction paper chain Mabel had strung over the door, picked up the phone, and said, "Hello?"

A mysterious voice droned, "The sun sets a deep blood red."

"Oh, no thanks, we don't want any." Soos hung up, sighed happily, and said, "Ah, Summerween. Always brings out the weirdos."

"Hey Soos!" Mabel ducked into the doorway. "Where's the candy bowl?"

"Oh, hey Hambone. It's in my bedroom." He put on a stage whisper. "I put it in there so Bill couldn't steal it."

"Thanks Soos!" She ran upstairs.

Dipper and Bill waited downstairs, the tension thick between them (on Dipper's side, anyway; Bill—watching a black-and-white horror movie, sipping at a can of cider, and brooding over going to voicemail—didn't notice). Dipper was waiting by the door in a folding chair; but he kept glancing toward Bill in the living room. When the silence got too much to bear, he asked, "Okay, what are you dressed as?"

Bill was wearing a brown bedsheet toga (the most historically-accurate part of his costume); a cheap wig of a teased mullet that had ended up mostly red with yellow streaks, forming a plume of hair right over his head and then a long straight tail he'd draped over his shoulder; and a bunch of paper faux-Greek homes taped all around the hem of his toga, forming a ring around his calves.

"And are those my sandals?" Dipper asked.

"Take it up with Mabel, she loaned them on your behalf," Bill said. "I'm not telling my costume. You have to guess it."

"Seriously?" Dipper sighed. It had to be a god, gods towered over their mortals' temples. What god would wear brown? "I don't know—Demeter?"

"What? No. Do I seem like the Demeter type? Pathetic." Bill waved off his guess. As Mabel ran downstairs, Bill said, "Hey, Shooting Star, you haven't made your official guess yet."

Without hesitation, Mabel said, "A time-traveling hair metal singer touring the Roman Empire and trying to find a way home before his hair dye runs out."

"Wrong, but I would love to live in the world you've dreamed up." He meandered into the entryway to join Mabel as she plopped down in the second chair by the door.

Dipper screwed up his face. "Are you helping us answer the door?"

"No, you're helping me answer the door. I'm cursed, remember?" Bill leaned over Mabel's shoulder, dug into the candy bowl, and popped a lollipop in his mouth. "But you're not getting rid of me, if that's what you're asking."

Soos headed to the door, cape billowing dramatically behind him. "Hey dudes. Hey Bill." He paused in the door, studying Bill. "Hey! Is that a Bobo the Uncouth Berserker cosplay?"

Bill blinked. "Who?"

"Bobo the Uncouth Berserker! You've gotta read Bobo. He's this primitive hero descended from lost Lemuria who goes on daring adventures through the lush impenetrable jungles of Central Europe. He's got this comic that was so popular it spawned an anime, which got an American movie adaptation, which formed the basis of a second comic continuity that isn't as critically acclaimed as the original but has drawn in a lot of new fans... and..." Soos petered out. "You're not Bobo, are you."

Bill shook his head. "Thanks for playing."

"Aw." Soos's shoulders slumped. "Anyway—me and Melody are gonna be at the cosplay contest at the theater. I'll keep my phone on in case of monsters."

"We'll be fine!" Mabel said. "Go have fun!"

"You too!" With a dramatic flourish of his cape, Soos disappeared into the night.

Bill watched Soos go enviously. He could have been given a human body that looked that good in a suit and top hat, but was he? No. It wasn't fair. And Soos didn't even wear the right hat size.

Dipper glanced sideways at Bill. "Hey. Is... Lemuria real?"

"Not anymore." Bill perked up as Stan passed by, dressed like Frankenstein's monster. "Hey, Stanley! You haven't guessed yet. What am I?"

Stan surveyed him. "White columned buildings, Statue of Liberty dress, and a red clown wig. I dunno, the American government?"

Bill squawked in laughter. "That's my favorite wrong answer so far. I like you, Stanley." He fished a chocolate bar out of the bowl and held it out.

Stan grunted in disapproval, but accepted the candy. "If any of you need me, I'm gonna be up on the roof, terrifying kids." He held up a boombox and a cassette that said "Spooky Sound Effects of Halloween". "If you hear screaming children, don't worry: that means I'm winning."

"Where's your brother?" Bill asked.

"Avoiding you." Stan passed through the living room and left.

Bill's shoulders slumped; but he just dug into the candy bowl for more chocolate. Then the first trick-or-treater knocked on the door, and Dipper jumped up in relief to answer it.

The shack didn't attract quite as many trick-or-treaters as the houses closer to the center of town, but they got a steady stream of children, and more than they'd gotten the year before. Between visitors, Bill dug into their candy stock, gleefully ignoring Dipper's complaints. After the fourth or fifth visitor, Dipper and Mabel realized that Bill was covering up the amount of candy he'd pilfered by meticulously re-folding the empty wrappers and putting them back in the bowl.

"It's fair play," Bill said. He untwisted one end of a Twisty Roll tube, squeezed out the candy, blew into the wrapper to re-inflate it, and twisted the end shut again. "The kids are trick-or-treating, right? Sometimes they get treats and sometimes they get tricks."

"Come on, seriously?" Dipper said. "Even for you this is low. You're literally taking candy from babies."

"The babies are trying to take candy from us. I have no sympathy." With the precision of an origami master, Bill refolded a paper fruit chew wrapper into a box and dropped it back into the bowl.

"They're supposed to take candy from us, that's how the holiday works." Dipper looked at Mabel for support.

But she was holding up an empty 3 Fencers wrapper and squeezing it lightly between her fingers. "Wow. How did you make the wrapper puffy again? It's so convincing."

Bill shot Dipper a nasty smile, then turned to Mabel and said magnanimously, "I'll teach you everything I know." He twirled a glue stick between his fingers.

Another trick-or-treater knocked, and Dipper answered.

"Trick or treat! Please give us the worst candy you have."

Mabel blinked, leaning around Dipper to see who was outside. "Wait, what?"

Outside stood a purple-furred monster with a dozen limbs from a dozen different creatures. He gasped in surprise. "Ohhh, twin costumes! That's so cute! What are you two, haunted dolls?"

Dipper took a surprised step back. "Limby Jimmy?"

The monster was silent a moment, taken aback. He took off a bear mask he'd made out of a paper plate. "Is it that obvious?"

Mabel asked, "Have we...?"

Dipper said, "Oh! Sorry—Mabel, this is Limby Jimmy, I ran into him last year in the Crawlspace under town when I was trying to get your face back—"

Helpfully, Bill threw in, "He's Gravity Falls' most accomplished arms dealer. And legs dealer, and tails dealer, and ears dealer..."

"Limby, this is my sister Mabel. Actually, I don't know if I ever introduced myself—"

Limby Jimmy cut in, "Ohhh, yeah, I remember you! You're Troll Boy, right?"

Dipper winced. "It's—it's Dipper, actually." He paused. "Wow. We meet a lot of weird people."

"Nice to meet you, Jimmy!" Mabel held out a hand. After a moment of thought, Jimmy elected to shake it with a tentacle and a dog's paw.

"What are you doing up here?" Dipper asked. "Is Summerween the one night of the year that Gravity Falls' monsters can walk among humans without fear?"

"Oh no, I'm terrified. I wouldn't be out here if I wasn't collecting donations," Jimmy said.

"Donations?"

Jimmy hesitated, then lowered his voice. "You've been in the Crawlspace, so, you and your sister are cool, but is the lady...?" He wiggled a hoof toward Bill.

Coolly, Bill said, "I'm actually an ancient interdimensional energy being cursed to wear a human form."

Dipper and Mabel flinched in alarm and rounded on Bill, hissing, "Bill!" "Shhh!"

Ignoring them, Bill said, "So, continue."

"Oh," Jimmy said brightly. "That's all right then, yuk yuk." He wiggled his multitude of right arms. "I don't know if you humans have heard yet, but the Summerween Trickster got eaten to death last summer! It's really sad!"

Dipper and Mabel, who had watched as he was eaten to death, stayed quiet.

"But probably happy for him?" Jimmy mused. "Since I think that's what he wanted? But it's sad for the rest of his poker group, we all miss him! So I'm out here with Doug—"

"Who?" Dipper asked, looking around the porch for a second monster.

"Oh, he's back there." Jimmy pointed toward a tree at the edge of the clearing around the Mystery Shack. The tree chittered unnervingly. "We're going around collecting donations to resurrect the Trickster! Or... re-summon him? Or however this works. We never really asked him how he came to exist, it seemed rude."

"Naturally," Bill said. "You can't just ask a freak what made him so freaky. It's a sensitive topic."

"Right! You understand," Jimmy said. "Anyway, we need a lot of crappy candy!" He looked at their bowl. "Which pieces have the kids been ignoring this year?"

Mabel had started bouncing on the balls of her dusty Victorian ghost shoes; and the moment she had a turn to speak, she squealed in excitement. "You're the Summerween Trickster's friend! That's perfect! Stay here, I'll be right back!" She shoved the candy bowl into Bill's arms and zoomed up the stairs. "I've got some stuff for him!"

Bill looked at the bowl, looked at the stairs, shoved the candy in Dipper's arms, and followed Mabel. "Hey, Shooting Star? What are you doing?"

Her voice drifted down the stairs: "Getting a donation! I'll be just a minute!"

"Hold on, you're actually helping that guy?" Bill laughed. "Why?" He climbed high enough to poke his head above the attic floor  and lowered his voice so Jimmy couldn't hear. "I wasn't paying that much attention last Summerween, but I got the impression from your little costume store brawl that the Trickster was trying to kill you kids. Am I missing something?"

"I mean, yeah, he was—but he was in a really bad place back then, that doesn't mean he deserves to be dead for it. And now he knows someone out there wants to eat him, so maybe he'll be less insecure and evil." Mabel laughed, "Anyway, the Trickster isn't that bad! He didn't try to kill me half as hard as you did!"

Bill froze a couple of steps from the top of the stairs. He didn't move for a few seconds; and then wordlessly, he slunk back downstairs.

Dipper watched as Bill, face beet red, trudged into the living room. "Hey. What's Mabel...?"

"How should I know." Bill curled up on the couch, picked up the can of cider he'd been drinking earlier, shotgunned it, and glowered at the horror movie on TV.

Dipper considered Bill—all alone in the living room and not doing anything important—and considered Mabel, upstairs; and said, "Hey, Jimmy. Do you mind waiting out here until Mabel gets back."

"Sure! I don't have any plans." Jimmy rocked back on his many heels.

"Cool. Thanks." Dipper shut the door.

He sidled oh so very casually into the living room and leaned against the TV. "Guess it's just the two of us right now."

Bill's gaze didn't waver from the TV. "Terrific counting skills, Troll Boy." He popped open another cider can.

Dipper grit his teeth. Let it go. "Sooo! You're from the second dimension, huh? What's that like?" (His voice cracked embarrassingly on "that.") "Just—just curious. Making friendly conversation. Caaasual conversation." He flashed a pair of finger guns at Bill, to underscore just how casual he was. "Yyyep." Witness the junior paranormal investigator in action.

Bill turned the cold, empty eyes of a killer on Dipper. He took a long, slow sip from his cider. And he asked himself: what can I say that will make this stupid boy regret ever daring to speak to me?

Bill smiled. "Yeah. Sure. Okay," he said. "You wanna know what it's like? Have you ever read the Allegory of the Cave?"

Dipper hesitated. "By... Plato?"

"That one. You know—ignorance is like being a prisoner chained in a cave, watching shadow puppets being cast on a wall, and thinking they're reality; and having knowledge is like being outside the cave in the sunlight, seeing the real shapes that are casting the shadows—"

"I have read it, actually," Dipper said, a tad defensively. "It was for extra credit in—"

"English class, I know."

Dipper frowned; but he soldiered on. "So... living in the second dimension is like being chained in a cave, staring at the shadows on the wall, and thinking that's reality? Bleak."

Bill laughed so loudly that Dipper started. "Wow, you're so dumb! Use your brain, kid: it's the second dimension. You're not the prisoner: you're the shadow on the wall." Bill's lip curled in a sneer, "An illusion in somebody else's allegory. And the only one who can see the cave's exit... is you. That's what the second dimension is like!" He laughed again. It sounded forced.

"Oh," Dipper mumbled. He tried to wrap his head around the idea of being a living metaphor for ignorance. "Sounds... pretty bad?"

"Awful," Bill agreed. "Doesn't hold a candle to what your dimension has going on, though."

"Wh... why, what's going on in the third dimension?"

Bill gave him a malicious smile, and Dipper had the sinking feeling he'd just walked into an obvious trap. "You idiot, you still think you're in the third dimension? Really?"

Was that a trick question? What answer was Bill looking for? What could this be if not the third dimension? "Nnooo?"

"Wow. I can really see why you're a straight-A's honors student," Bill said. "You're so good at figuring out what answer the test wants and regurgitating it—even if you don't actually understand it at all." He heaved himself back to his feet; and Dipper was sure there was something threatening in the movement—something that reminded Dipper that he was talking to a dangerously unstable extinction level event precariously packed into an unsteady human body. "Although copying the year of the Louisiana Purchase off of Brandon's test in fifth grade  probably didn't hurt, did it."

Dipper's stomach dropped. The secret shame buried beneath the foundation of his honors roll-worthy record. Pull that out and his entire academic career came toppling down. He'd get kicked out of the honors classes. He'd go to jail. Was cheating against the law? "H... how did—?"

"What year was the Louisiana Purchase?"

Dipper's brain immediately went blank. He was silent, trapped in the paralyzing intensity of Bill's gaze. After several terrifying seconds, he croaked, "1803?" and hoped he was right.

"Attaboy. Too bad you couldn't have learned that a little sooner, isn't it?" As he spoke, Bill had closed in on Dipper until he'd backed him into the corner behind the TV set, filling Dipper's exit route with one hand on the TV and the other on the wall. "But we were talking about dimensions, weren't we! Whaddaya like to read, kid," Bill asked too casually, "do you like cosmic horror? Do you know what real 'cosmic horror' is?"

Dipper regretted this conversation completely.

"It's having an eyeball on the inside of your body, and seeing another dimension through it. And ohoho, I think you'd be amazed at the things I can see from here—"

Dipper got the distinct impression that if he didn't get out of this conversation, he would only hear things he'd be telling his therapist about for months. "Cool! Good talk, man. Hey Mabel?" (That was an absolutely humiliating voice crack.) "How's it going?"

A pause. "I think I need help!"

"Coming!" Dipper ran behind the TV to escape Bill and gratefully bolted upstairs.

The kid had caved so fast. And Bill had only just been getting started. He smirked, sat, and turned back to the movie.

A moment later, Mabel and Dipper came back downstairs, carrying four bulging plastic grocery bags. Mabel set one by her feet, opened the door, and shoved the first bag into Jimmy's arms. "Here! You can give these to the Trickster!" She shoved over the second bag.

Jimmy stumbled back under the weight. "Whoa there! What is this?"

"Candy chalk-hearts! I completely bought out the leftovers after Valentine's Day," Mabel said. "I wanted to make sure that if we met the Trickster again, I could let him know he's loved and appreciated as the terrifying avatar of spooky holiday spirit that he is! And that I also respect that he's made out of gross candy nobody likes to eat." She picked up a chalk-heart box and waved it in Jimmy's face. "So here's a gross candy that expresses love! See, the little hearts say things like 'You smell nice' and 'I heart ur face,' but they taste like if dehydration was a flavor."

Dipper handed his bags to Jimmy. "Wait—Mabel, that's why you got all these? You've been planning to help the Trickster since February? I thought you were gonna build a chalk-heart house or something."

"Oooh, that's such a good idea. I should do that next year!" To Jimmy, she said, "I was gonna give these to him personally, but if he's still dead, I guess you can add it to his candy sacrifice pile or whatever? And make sure he gets this!" She handed Jimmy a store bought Shimmery Twinkleheart Valentine's card. It read, "I BELIEVE in our friendship! Happy Valentine's Day!" Mabel had scratched out "Valentine's" and written "Summerween".

Choked up, Jimmy said, "Oh—wow. That's the nicest thing anyone's done for us all night. I'm sure the Trickster will really appreciate it when he's not dead anymore."

Dipper was a little more vengeful. Dipper didn't want to do anything for one of the many guys that had tried to kill them last year. But, on the other hand, Mabel had just gone all in on this, and Jimmy seemed nice enough, so... Dipper sighed. Whatever, it was Summerween and this was a trick-or-treater. "Hey," he picked up the candy bowl. "There's really only one bag of good candy in here. The bottom of the bowl is filled with after-dinner mints our great uncle's been stealing from restaurants for the last six months. The Trickster would probably love that, right?"

"Aww—thanks so much, you guys! We'll have the poker group back together in no time!" Jimmy dug past the good candy and started scooping mints into his bag. "Oh—since I'm here, can I ask about our other poker buddy? Do either of you know Mr. What's-His-Face? He disappeared around the time you were visiting the Crawlspace, maybe one of you saw something? Any information would be helpful." Jimmy looked at them with weird, plus-shaped, but very hopeful eyes. "Between the Trickster's death and Whatsis disappearing, the local paranormal community's been hit hard. Especially us guys in their friend group. I'm—I'm not gonna lie," Jimmy heaved a sigh, "It's been a really hard year."

Dipper and Mabel, who were directly and personally at fault for Mr. What's-His-Face's disappearance and knew he was frozen in stasis in Ford's bunker at that very moment, exchanged a look and came to a silent agreement.

"Nope, don't know anything," Mabel said.

"Sorry, buddy," Dipper said.

Like the Summerween Trickster, Mr. What's-His-Face was a weird faceless shapeshifty monster that had tried to kill them. But they felt like that was where the similarities ended.

By the time of the Trickster's death, Mabel and Dipper had realized that his deepest inner longing was to be called good enough to eat. Mr. What's-His-Face's deepest inner longing was to steal innocent people's faces. If Mabel and Dipper helped resurrect the Trickster, he'd probably go back to ensuring everyone displayed sufficient holiday spirit, while hopefully mellowing out about eating people now that he'd been consumed once. On the other hand, if Mabel and Dipper helped free Mr. What's-His-Face, he'd probably just keep stealing faces.

And on top of all that, they could help resurrect the Trickster without admitting they knew the guy who ate him. They couldn't really lead Jimmy to Mr. What's-His-Face without admitting their great uncle was keeping him captive. And that would be a problem for the whole family.

"Oh," Jimmy said. "Okay, that's fine. Thanks for all your help. You know where to reach us if you hear anything."

Mabel shook her head. Dipper nodded. "Yeah, we'll let you know."

Jimmy hopped off the porch, shouted, "Hey Doug, can you help me carry these?" and chucked a couple of bags of chalk-hearts toward the tree line. Dipper and Mabel stared. Nothing emerged to pick the bags up.

They shut the door.

"Man," Dipper said. "We kinda devastated the paranormal poker group last summer, didn't we?"

"Yeah." Mabel sucked in a breath between her teeth. "Wow. Feels... kinda bad."

Dipper offered her the candy bowl. "Drown our feelings in chocolate?"

"Please."

They grabbed a piece of candy each, tore open the wrappers—and frowned. Mabel stomped a foot. "Dang it—Bill!"

"Hm?"

"How many of these wrappers are empty?!"

Bill poked his head out of the living room and said, smugly, "Like candy from a baby!"

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A knock, and Dipper opened the door. "Wendy! Hey! Good timing—"

"Hey." Wendy lowered her voice. "Quick question—this is super important—is Goldie here?"

"Uh—yeah, why—?"

"Yello?" Bill carefully wove his way out of the living room, already less steady on his feet than when he'd sat down. "I heard my name, who's summoning me?"

Wendy pointed over the twins at Bill and turned to shout into the dark, "Ladies and gentlemen! I present to you! Live and in person... Toga Lady!"

A half dozen teenagers immediately went bananas. Hooting and hollering and cheering and whistling: "To-ga! To-ga! To-ga!"

Bill's entire face lit up. Without missing a beat, he pushed past the baffled twins out onto the porch and spread his arms wide, basking in the cheering. "That's right, keep it coming! Worship me! I'm the greatest!"

"Yes!" Robbie pumped a fist in the air. "The legends were true!" Nate immediately added, "The prophecy! The prophecy!" Tambry snapped photos of Toga Lady's fresh look as fast as her phone could save them, muttering, "Everyone's gonna flip when they find out you're still in town."

Wendy waited, grinning, until her friends' faux hysterics had died down. "Okay—okay, after getting you hyped up, I should probably say that Toga Lady is actually Toga Guy." She glanced questioningly at Bill. "I think?"

"Eh, I'm not picky."

"Anyway this is Goldie, he was stuck in another dimension for thirty years, it's crazy, and now he's like my illegal backup cashier. He actually... doesn't usually wear togas?"

Bill laughed. "If you can't wear a bedsheet on Summerween, when can you?"

Lee said, "Thompson wore a bedsheet to homecoming."

"Hey."

Bill pointed at Thompson. "A man of impeccable fashion! I like it!" Thompson gave him a look of eternal gratitude.

"And Goldie, this is the gang! That's Thompson, he's the guy with the van; Robbie and Tambry, they're like, gender-swapped versions of each other, they even share their hair dye..."

As Wendy did introductions, Mabel whispered to Dipper, "Did you know she was gonna introduce Goldie to everyone?"

"No! This is bad, I told her not to trust him..."

Bill was responding to a question, "No, no, you've gotta guess, I'm making everyone guess!"

The teens considered the question. Robbie offered first, "Punk caveman?"

"Nope!"

Hesitantly, Thompson tried, "Nero fiddling over the burning of Rome?" He winced when Lee laughed.

"I like where your head's at, but no! I can't fiddle."

"The gremlin king from Huge Maze?" Tambry said.

Mabel piped up, "No, but the wig came from a gremlin king costume and I appreciate you for recognizing that!" Tambry nodded in cool approval.

Bill dispensed of Lee, Nate, and Wendy's guesses—Greek Christmas tree, that one guy who keeps painting burning banks, and hair metal Hades—before Robbie loudly cleared his throat to cut in. "Anyway, would love to stay and chat, but we've gotta move if we wanna be in position before sunset. Dipper, Mabel, you ready?"

"Ready to ghost it up!" Mabel said, squeezing around Bill with Dipper onto the porch.

Robbie surveyed their makeup—deathly white skin, ashen grey lips, and dark circles around their eye sockets. "Yeah, that's pretty good. Could use a little color, maybe. Like bloody tears?" He turned toward Tambry.

She said, "I think I've got some red eyeliner."

"'In position'?" Bill asked, giving Dipper and Mabel a questioning look.

Wendy said, "We're helping Robbie film this music video tonight."

"We're the creepy ghost twins!" Mabel announced proudly. "We get to sing the chorus."

Robbie said, "Yeah, the song's about childhood and growing up, but like, with ghosts? Because once you've grown up, your childhood is all dead? It's metal, but introspective. I'm calling the genre 'intrometal.'" He flipped his bangs dramatically. "It's a super deep song. Metaphorical layers."

"Oh yeah?" Bill stared Robbie down. "Sing some of it."

Robbie blinked. "Oh. Yeah, okay uh, I haven't warmed up my voice but, the hook is like—" He pantomimed playing a guitar and whisper-screamed, "'BABY DOLLS! BASKET BALLS! BASKET CASE! HUMAN RACE!' Like that."

Bill nodded slowly, face expressionless. "Ah, yeah, I see. Really deep stuff. Makes you think."

"Thanks." Robbie looked at Dipper and Mabel. "Anyway, if we're gonna get any footage in the graveyard before the jack-o'-melons start burning out, we've gotta move. Let's go, Creepy Ghost Twins."

"Wait, you're going out?" Bill asked Mabel. "Like out-out? Leaving me here? By myself? On Summerween?"

"Wh—yeah, we're only handing out candy for half the night," Mabel said. "I told you that."

"No you didn't!"

"Yes I did!"

"When?"

Mabel thought. "No I didn't," she admitted. "Sorry!"

Wendy punched Bill's arm. "Sorry to steal them. We'll be back in a couple of hours," she said. "Or you could come help—?"

"No!" Dipper and Mabel both shoved Bill back into the house before he could accept. Dipper said, "You've gotta—guard the house." Mabel added, "And hand out candy!"

"Right," Bill said flatly. "Yes. That. Ha."

"See you later!" Mabel said, and then shut the door in his face.

The last thing he heard was Wendy explaining to her friends, "He's on house arrest for, like, academic plagiarism and war crimes or something..." and then they were gone.

Bill's shoulders slumped. Well, now what? He couldn't celebrate a holiday by himself. What was the point of wearing a costume if no one sees you in it. He picked up a piece of candy, discovered it was one of his decoys, and picked up another. 

Someone knocked on the door.

"Yeah, yeah," Bill sighed. He picked up the candy bowl, turned toward the door, and paused. Ah. Right. What was he supposed to do with this impenetrable portal-blocking slab of wood.

Who was left in the house? Stan on the roof, Ford in the basement, Abuelita probably already in bed... were any of them worth harassing to help him answer the door? Maybe Stan, he'd gotten all dressed up, he liked the holiday even if he didn't like Bill—

The trick-or-treater knocked more insistently.

Or. Or.

He could pick up the bowl, peer out the small window in the door, and make direct eye contact with the children outside while he ate candy.

As a piece of mid-tier chocolate melted on his tongue, he saw three trick-or-treaters' faces fall as their faith in a kind, caring universe died. He grinned at them and ate another chocolate.

Oh yeah. He grabbed the rest of his cider from the living room and set up post next to the door. This would keep him entertained the rest of the night.

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He made seven small children cry.

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Stan watched from his post on the roof as yet another sobbing kid ran away from the shack. "HA! Gottem! Sucker!" He affectionately patted his boombox. "Creepy ghoulish laughter, you never disappoint! Terrifying moochers since 1989!" He paused the cassette and rewound it a few seconds to replay the best part.

He heard a scraping sound above him, and looked up just in time to see Ford sliding down the roof to join him. "Oh, hey! I didn't think we'd see you again tonight."

"Mabel made me promise to celebrate Summerween a little."

"Good for her!"

Stan had already claimed the sun lounger, so Ford brushed some dust and leaves off the roof's cooler and sat. "So, what are we doing? Scaring trick-or-treaters?"

"Yep. This year I'm taking a more atmospheric approach." He gestured at his boombox, which by now was playing haunting organ music. "Nothing like screaming zombies and rattling chains from nowhere to freak out the kids."

Ford nodded. "Psychological torment. I approve."

"Not quite as good as getting to see the terror in their eyes, but." Stan shrugged. "Bill was hanging out with the kids. I didn't want to put up with him."

"Mm. There's a reason I was spending the holiday in the basement."

"Heh. Well, there's always Halloween."

They were silent for a moment, listening as the cassette moved on from organ music to werewolf howls. Stan asked, "Think we'll be rid of him by then? I know we were hoping to be done with him before the Fourth of July—but since I haven't heard anything lately, I figure you hit a roadblock."

Ford winced. "Guilty as charged." He was still relearning how to keep other people in the loop. Even Stan. "You're right. I have a weapon that can destroy him, but I can't find a fuel source without restarting the portal. I'm hoping Fiddleford will come up with a solution I haven't."

Stan nodded. Ford had told him he was getting Fiddleford involved; even as reluctant as Ford was to admit how little progress he'd made, he wasn't going to tell someone outside the family about Bill without letting Stan know. "Any breakthroughs on his end?"

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During the credits between episodes of the retired samurai period drama (most recently, the samurai had been asked to use his sword to help cut flowers for a bouquet), Fiddleford leaned over and whispered to Ford, "So I've been a-lookin' at those blueprints you left me."

"And...?"

"And I've constructicated a power adaptor. Just jimmy out the fuel tank, swap it for the adaptor's cord, and you can power that weapon by pluggin' it into the wall! It'll just drain all the power from the town for a few seconds, that's all."

"Fiddleford, that's amazing—"

"Now, hold on. There's bad news," Fiddleford said. "Try as I might, I can't quite get it to draw enough power to activate those energy-destroying features what you'd need to disintegrate Bill. It'll work like a powerful laser, but nothin' else."

Ford sighed. "It's a starting point, I suppose."

"I'll send you home with the adaptor anyway. Never know when you'll need a big laser."

"Very true. Do you have any promising leads on other alternative fuels?"

Fiddleford shook his head. "It's the NowUSeeitNowUDontium or nothing. But I've got a hunch we could synthesize it under lab conditions. I'll letcha know in a few days."

And then the next episode started, and they dropped the conversation.

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Ford let out a heavy sigh. "He's only had a partial success so far. But I'm hopeful he's on the right track."

"So, if he's working on this weapon, what are you doing?"

"Waiting, mostly. I don't know what else I can do."

Stan frowned. "What—that's it? You've been downstairs all day every day—if you're not figuring out how to destroy him, what are you doing?"

"Passing time somewhere I can be on call if he gets up to something—but I don't have to look at him," Ford said wryly. "And—as long as I'm waiting to hear back from Fiddleford, I've been... picking apart that list of spells Bill gave me. To see if any of them are tricks or traps."

Stan couldn't say he was surprised. That was his workaholic brother. A pamphlet of demon magic was like catnip to him. If anything, Stan was almost glad Ford had that letter to distract him. Over the past year...

Well, Ford was fine on land—when he temporarily had a mystery to solve, an adventure to pursue, an anomaly to study, a distraction to fill his time—but at sea, when his mind was unoccupied, he was listless. He had books he didn't read, field notes he didn't enter into his journal, games he didn't play. He fed himself and exercised and did chores around the ship like a robot programmed to take care of itself, and he stared out at the sea.

Last summer, Ford hadn't seemed happy but he'd seemed alive. Tired and angry, but alive. But after Weirdmageddon, a light in his eyes went out. Stan didn't know if it was the end of summer, or guilt over the memory gun, or the gap between finishing a thirty-year-long quest and discovering the next one. All Stan knew was the light hadn't come back on until the moment Bill Cipher, clad in a new body and a purple cartoon bedsheet, tried to cave Ford's skull in.

Ever since they were children, Ford had had a tendency to develop obsessions. It was somehow simultaneously both what made him most interesting and what made him boring. Depended on the obsession. But these all-consuming interests had always tended to last a few months, at most a year; and he'd never seemed to be without one, much less for nine months. Stan had no idea what carrying a single obsession for three decades might have done to Ford's mind.

Stan was glad something had woken Ford back up, and he worried that losing that focal point again might leave Ford permanently adrift. But another part of him worried that, this time, Ford wouldn't let the object of his obsession go. He tended to collect things related to his obsessions.

But then, he usually tended to like his obsessions. He hadn't seemed bothered to burn the contents of his creepy Bill shrine last summer. Ford wouldn't do anything stupid, Stan told himself. Ford hated Bill. "So? Were any of the spells traps?"

"Not... so far, no." Ford sounded irritated by this.

Stan shrugged. "Makes sense. He's trying to butter us up. If that idiot thinks being nice to us for a week or two is gonna make up for the years of grief he's given us—"

A loud rattle-clattering below made them both start. Stan sat bolt upright. "What the—?"

Ford inched to the edge of the dormer roof, knelt down, and leaned over the edge just far enough to see the window.

Bill's face was pressed to the glass, eye rolled up toward the roofline. He grinned in surprised delight and shouted through the glass, "HEY, STANFORD! What are you doing up here?! I thought you were downstairs!"

"Ugh." Ford turned to grimace at Stan. "Speak of the devil."

Bill pounded on the glass again. "Hey, Sixer! SIXER! Open the window!"

"Why?"

"I wanna talk!"

"No."

"Come ooon, the kids ditched me and I'm bored! There's no one in the house to talk to! The old lady's asleep and Stanley's on the roof, so—" He abruptly fell silent, squinting with deep suspicion at Ford-who-should-be-in-the-basement kneeling on the-roof-where-Stan-should-be, and said, "Wait. Are you Stanley right now? Show me your hand."

Ford did not. "Go away, Bill." He left the edge of the roof for his cooler seat.

"Get back here!" The pounding redoubled. "I don't care which Stan you are! If you don't wanna talk, I can always go wake up Dolores!"

Ford looked at Stan. "Mrs. Ramirez's name is Dolores?" He had gotten used to everyone calling her Abuelita.

Stan stomped on the roof, "Shaddup!"

Bill did not shaddup. "Come ooon!"

Stan sighed in defeat and heaved himself to his feet. "If he keeps that racket up he's gonna break that window, never mind that hex you put on him." When they'd taken out the original Bill-shaped window, Stan had replaced it with the cheapest window he could find. He didn't think it was very durable. "How much trouble can he get in with one open window twenty feet above the ground and both of us watching him?"

Ford Frowned.

"Don't gimme that look. Do you want to pay for a broken window?" Stan flipped through his keys for his key-shaped emergency lock pick, leaned over the edge of the roof, and wedged the pick into the window frame. The latch popped open. Lucky this window was so cheap, that wouldn't have worked on one with deluxe features like "airtight weatherstripping" or "a properly-fitting frame." Stan swung open the window. "Okay, you have our attention. Now what's the fastest way we can get rid of you?"

Bill clumsily climbed out to sit on the windowsill with his legs in the shack, and leaned back so he could see up onto the roof. "Hiya Fo—" He lost his balance, flailed, and yelped as he toppled backwards.

Stan and Ford lunged forward to seize an arm each. Stan snapped, "What are you doing, you maniac?!"

Bill stared up at them both in wide-eyed amazement. "You do like me."

Stan made a noise of disgust, let go, and wiped his hands on his pants like Bill had cooties.

Ford said, "We like you trapped in that body and not free to cause the apocalypse."

"I heard 'we like you'!"

"Shut up." Ford managed to haul Bill back upright. (Touching Bill felt wrong—all soft flesh and skin and the suggestion of bones underneath. Even when looking right at Bill's human body, Ford still expected him to feel like heavy shadows and heatless flames.) From this close, Bill reeked of cider. "Just how much have you had to drink?"

"Not so much I won't remember whatever you say in the morning, so be nice to me!" Bill laughed. He leaned back, this time hanging by one hand off the window frame to precariously maintain his balance, and grinned up at Ford. "So! The least fun person in the house has finally emerged from his lair? And you didn't even come into the house to join in the Summerween festivities! 'All work and no play'..."

Ford had to crouch at the edge of the roof, hovering nearby in case Bill lost his balance again. "I wanted to participate in Summerween, actually. It just so happens that the last person I'd ever spend a holiday with is in the house."

"Listen, Stanford. I know you're holing up in your study for days on end just to hurt me. But let's be honest, you're hurting yourself more! When's the last time you saw the sunlight! Look at how pale you're getting, you look like a vampire."

Stiffly, Ford said, "It's costume makeup. That's my vampire costume." Stan laughed.

"It what." Bill flipped up his eyepatch and squinted blearily at Ford's face.

Wordlessly, Ford bared his teeth to show off his plastic vampire teeth.

"Oh." Somewhat deflated, Bill said, "Nice work, it's convincing."

"Thanks," Ford said grudgingly. Giving in to his curiosity, he gestured toward Bill's (somewhat disheveled) reddish-yellow wig. "What are you."

"Oh!" Bill perked back up. "You've got to see the whole thing. Hold on—" He turned around in the window, ignoring how Ford half reached for him in case he needed steadying, until he got his legs outside to dangle on the roof. "What do you think!"

Ford looked over the brown toga flared out like a cone, the eruption of red hair, the small paper city below, and said, "Mount Vesuvius and Pompeii? Very clever."

Bill's face lit up. "Finally! You're the first person all day to get it!" He smoothed out the skirt proudly, his jerky gestures just a bit more exaggerated than usual. "Do you know how long I've wanted to go to a costume party as Vesuvius? But nobody off Earth would get it! And now that I'm finally here, I can't go to parties and I'm shaped more like a mandrake than a volcano." He flung up his hands, wobbled, and caught himself before Ford had to intervene. "But at least you got it. I knew I could count on you, IQ."

He sounded so sincerely grateful. Ford regretted calling the costume clever. It was, but Bill didn't need the ego boost.

"Oh! By the by—I didn't think you'd emerge before the day was over, so I saved this." Bill fished around in his toga until he retrieved a mini pack of jelly beans. "Here!"

Ford eyed the pack. "Why is it open?"

"Because you only like the weird-shaped jelly beans, so I ate all the normal beans and saved the weird ones in one bag."

"I don't want this. You touched every one of the beans, that would be disgusting even if they weren't coming from you," Ford said. "Anyway, this is a patently transparent attempt to buy your way into my good favor—"

"It sure is, Ford, and if you don't accept it I'll get to be annoying about your ingratitude for weeks! Is that what you want? You know I'll do it. Everyone will be on my side—"

Ford sighed, but snatched the bag from Bill's hand. "Fine. Now drop it."

"That's more like it!" Bill favored Ford with an approving smile. "Anyway, it's just about the only candy left in the house, I ate everything else—hey, have you ever been cross faded on cider and a sugar rush?"

Ford was still trying to decide whether he wanted to engage in this one-sided conversation enough to ask Bill what "cross faded" meant when Bill moved on without him: "It's—not that interesting, actually. 6 out of 10. Anyway, all that's left in the bowl is mints and wrappers. And Mabel even managed to give most of the mints away—hey, she's so nice, did you know she's helping to resurrect the Summerween Trickster?"

She was doing what? "No. Why?"

"She's so nice."

"You just said that."

"What is she so nice for. What's she getting out of it," Bill asked, more to the universe at large than to Ford. "If more humans were half as nice to freaks as she is, your rotten planet wouldn't need people like you and me to save it."

Ford didn't even know where to begin with that. He looked to Stan for help.

Stan was sitting straddling his lounger, elbow on one knee and chin in his hand, watching this exchange like he was watching a weird bug on the wall try to navigate around a picture frame. At Ford's glance, he rolled his eyes and pantomimed sipping from a drink.

He could say that again. Ford cleared his throat. "Bill, maybe you should..."

"Hey," Bill said. "Great talk, we really should catch up more sometime. And pull your weight next time, I always have to do all the talking. But right now, I'm..." He gestured vaguely off to the side. "I'm gonna lie down and try not to throw up. Ciao!" He swayed as he tried to get back in the window, tumbled backward into the shack, and thudded heavily on the floor. "Ow."

Ford gingerly shut the window.

Stan turned up the boombox. "Chatty drunk, isn't he."

"He's chatty sober, too." But in front of the kids? Neither of them saw Bill as a role model, but they still didn't need to be exposed to that kind of behavior. Especially when the responsible adults were outside or asleep... "Did we really leave Bill alone in the house with the kids?"

"W—I—" Stan shrugged defensively. "They were all right! They can take him! They're doing karate or whatever! You didn't see how Mabel flipped him at the mall! It was like David wrestling Goliath."

"David and Goliath didn't wrestle."

"You know what I mean."

Ford supposed he didn't think Bill was any threat to the children. At least, not right now, and not physically. He felt like he'd know if Bill was about to try anything.

He looked at his open bag of gross felt-up jelly beans. Speaking of trying to butter them up... Ford wound up and chucked the bag as hard as he could.

He stared into the dark after it.

A small part of him was beginning to wonder whether this wasn't all just an attempt to get Ford's guard down. The gifts, sure, that was as clear-cut a case of bribery as you could get. Nothing ambiguous there.

But the endless chatter... Back when Ford had called Bill his Muse, this was exactly how he'd wanted Bill to talk to him. Not in the flighty half-distracted way of a friendly businessman catching up on a work project's progress before hurrying on to the next meeting; but just talking for talking's sake, talking for the company.

Getting what he once had longed for made his skin crawl. And he couldn't even tell if Bill was acting.

The boombox let out a ghastly banshee shriek. Ford and Stan both jumped, then laughed awkwardly.

Ford sat on the cooler again. "Is it just me, or... did Bill completely ignore you as soon as he realized I was up here."

"Well. I wasn't gonna mention it. I didn't wanna sound jealous of the attention. But yeah—he's been doing that since he got here. If you're in the room, he tunes everyone else out."

"I thought it was in my head." And he hadn't wanted to sound like he wanted to imagine Bill was favoring him.

"And you do the same thing around him," Stan said, and laughed at Ford's flinch of alarm. "It's—it's fine, I get it. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, right? You've got some kind of superhero-supervillain nemesis thing."

Ford got the distinct impression that Stan was offering him a convenient excuse for the tunnel vision. He took it. "I suppose that's true." The way his jaw clenched and his shoulders tensed around Bill certainly felt like a "nemesis" reaction.

But if Stan thought Ford was a bit too preoccupied by Bill... well, maybe he was right. Once Ford had gotten over his initial wave of fear, of despair, of outrage at the injustice, at finding Bill was still alive—there was a part of him that was almost relieved. A part of him that had been on guard against nothing for the past year, twisting around looking for an absent threat. Now that it knew where the threat was, that part of him could finally settle down and watch Bill with steady, certain eyes. Having nothing to worry about made him more anxious than having one thing to always worry about.

(Maybe Shermie's kid had been on to something when he suggested Ford might benefit from therapy.)

Knowing Bill was back didn't put the old starlight and awe back in that hole Bill had left in Ford's chest. But dread could fill a hole all the same.

Ford tried to push Bill out of his mind and the conversation. "You think I'm like a superhero?"

"You run around fighting monsters with a space laser. What else would you be?"

"Huh." Well. That made his night.

"Just as long as you don't pull that 'hero spares the villain to show how good he is' shtick."

"Never." Ford laughed ruefully. "I think I left 'good' behind a few felonies back." He'd probably left "good" behind the night he accepted the portal blueprints.

"Couple stragglers," Stan said, nodding out into the dark. It took Ford a moment to spot the costumed kids and remember it was Summerween. "I recognize those costumes, I scared them off an hour ago. What are they doing back?"

Ford squinted at them. "Are those toilet paper rolls?"

"Wh—Hey! What are you little runts— Hey!" Stan leaped to his feet, shaking his fist at the kids below. "Get away from my car! Stop that! I'll have you know that's a classic— No, not the eggs!"

Ford slid out his freeze ray, turned down the power, and offered it to Stan. "Here. At this power and distance, it'll feel like getting pelted with invisible snowballs."

Stan snatched up the weapon. "Eat this, twerps!"

The Summerween night air was filled with the screams of terrified children and the evil laughter of an old man.

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Wow. It sure sounded like everybody was having fun. Outside. Without him.

Bill was nauseous.

He stared at the spinning ceiling, flat on his back, one leg on a cushion and the rest of him on the floor. 

Bill was nauseous and alone. The loneliness tore at his throat. Even Mabel had ditched him. Of course she did—he'd tried to kill her. He'd barely even remembered he'd tried to kill her until she brought it up. Had he tried to kill her? No, surely not—he liked the kid, he'd always liked her—he'd been faking to force Ford's hand, he never would have gone through with it. He would've teleported her into another room and pretended he'd disintegrated her. She didn't know he hadn't meant it. She was just mad he'd scared her. She couldn't take a joke.

But, Ford talked to him. Ford even liked his costume. It wasn't much, but it would get Bill through the night.

When he saw Kryptos again—when, not if—he was slicing him into a jigsaw puzzle for not taking Bill's call. The nerve of that guy, hanging up on a human without even waiting a few words to see if they had anything interesting to say. 

(What if it hadn't been an accident, he wondered? What if Kryptos had realized it was Bill and still hung up?)

(No. Of course it was an accident.)

He shut his eyes. He was probably too drunk to dream tonight. Well, he could try again tomorrow. His little lucid dreaming guide was currently teaching him to influence the next night's dream by focusing on a topic before sleep. Maybe tomorrow he could dream about the Nightmare Realm.

He missed home.

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(Congratulations to the approximately 50% of respondents who correctly figured out Bill's costume when I posted the art on Halloween, you're officially smarter than everybody in Gravity Falls except Ford. This is one of those chapters with a whole lot going on so if you enjoyed, I'd love to hear your comments!!)

#(tbh that's the best Mabel & Dipper I've ever drawn) #bill cipher #human bill cipher #mabel pines #dipper pines #(for both the art & fic) #grunkle ford #grunkle stan #(for just the fic) #gravity falls #gravity falls fanart #gravity falls fic #my writing #my art #fanart #bill goldilocks cipher

[capricornlevi]

(wc 759)

"you're gonna make me look good?"

jean's question is delivered with that annoying crooked smile, his jersey hugging tight across his chest as he stands with his hands clasped behind his back. he arches an eyebrow expectantly as you fiddle with the camera, trying to fix the settings that seem to have adjusted themselves without your knowledge.

as captain of the soccer team, he's the last player whose picture you need to capture for the college yearbook, and also as the captain, he brings with him an exceptionally smug but annoyingly charming aura that threatens to penetrate your stony resolve.

no, you force yourself to keep a straight face, it's bad enough that you got roped into this gig for free as a favour to your professor, you don't need to start stretching out these interactions any longer.

at that, you set the camera back on the tripod and lean closer, making sure the framing is right.

"okay, smile?" you say, halfway between an instruction and a question.

"i am smiling," he retorts instantly.

"smile ... i don't know, properly."

he winces with mock offence, screwing up whatever hope you had of getting the picture in one shot and finishing up for the day.

"properly?" he queries incredulously.

you sigh, closing your eyes so you don't roll them.

"professionally, then. formally. whatever what you want to do it."

"not open to me doing a silly one?"

"i'll give you one guess on that."

in the viewfinder you see jean's face twist back into that now-familiar smile, eyes crinkling at the corners, the light brown of his hair contrasting again the royal blue of the drape behind him.

(the hall of the gym isn't the best place to set up an impromptu photo studio, but you found an old team flag bundled up in a supply cupboard that made for a decent background)

"okay, okay, i'll be professional. showing my leadership qualities, and so on."

"great," you say flatly, focusing the camera.

"really demonstrating my abilities to represent the school."

"sounds good."

"recording this moment for future generations to come, a piece of living history--"

"do you ever stop talking?"

your interruption was intended to throw him off his tangent, hopefully to buy enough time for you to actually get the picture, but all it does is make him throw his head back with a laugh.

"i can if you want me to."

"if you wouldn't mind," you mumble, feeling a slight pang of guilt at how hard you came in when he's clearly just trying to lighten the mood.

still, you've been here since seven this morning -- soccer practice is early early, you've discovered -- and all you want in the world is to make your way home to collapse back into bed.

"ok, i'll shut up for a minute. if you can answer something for me first."

you take a steadying breath, temper starting to simmer. "what is it?"

"can you actually tell me if i look good?"

against all odds, he shocks you out of your sullen silence.

you pull away from focusing at the camera display to stare wordlessly at jean, the seriousness of the question still pinging around in your head.

he's flirting, obviously, but the question was delivered with sincerity.

"meaning?" you ask. no harm in clarifying, plus you're not entirely sure if he's looking for an ego boost or just asking whether his jersey is too wrinkled or his hair out of place.

"do i look good?"

you swallow thickly, avoiding the temptation to give him a once over. "you look fine."

"fine won't make the history books," he objects; again, with a hint of earnestness that you could find amusing in another setting.

"whatever. you look good, then."

"hair okay?"

"it's a mullet, so --"

he clutches his chest as if wounded, fully grinning now. "no cheap shots at the mullet while I'm in such a vulnerable position, im begging you."

again, your curiosity forces you to engage.

"vulnerable how?"

still smiling, eyes fixed on you, he answers.

"well, talking to a pretty girl, for one thing. secondly, pretty sure she's sworn off soccer players for good after this morning, so ... uphill battle, and all that. plus ive had a crush on her since she was selected as photographer for the championship final last year, so even more's at stake, y'know."

you pause. no words leave you, nothing even resembling a response. you're sure your mouth has actually dropped open.

brow arched again, jean tilts his head forward expectantly.

"aren't you gonna take the picture?"

#jean x reader #jean kirstein x reader #jean x you #may tries to write #nanowrimo23 #nanowrimo drabble 1 of many i hope teehee #i love u jean kirstein #i love u cocky college athlete jean kirstein hc

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

Please please write the David hair dyeing fic, I will give you my kidney and all of my life savings(8.37 not to brag)

I mean, I would have written it for a like and a reblog, but if you're offering ;) Also, please please please read this one from @luv4fandoms - it's really cute, and I love it! I hope you like this!

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A soft sigh escaped me as I felt my arms start to ache. Yesterday, I had the brilliant plan of dying my hair - I felt it was a time for a change. A big one - I wanted to go red. The packages I'd bought seemed to promise a bright firetruck red. I only figured that out when I had already put the paint in half my hair, and now I was hoping that it would just look good. I continued putting the dye in the other half of my hair when the bathroom door opened, and my longtime boyfriend walked in.

"Red?"

"Is it too much? I thought I'd like it but I don't know - it seems too bright, you know?" I looked at David through the mirror, guessing that I was looking at him. David took my arm, so I looked at him and he could study both my face and the colour. He smiled.

"It will look good."

"Good." I sighed, ready to paint the final strands of hair. Before I could grab the bottle with dye, however, David had already grabbed it. "I'll finish for you. Let your arms rest for a while."

"Thanks," I sat back, enjoying the feeling of his fingers massaging the dye in my hair.

"On one condition."

"What?"

"You dye mine too."

"Wait, you dye your hair?"

"You thought I was this blond?"

"Yeah?"

"How did you think my hair got the way it is?" He motioned at his mullet, causing me to giggle.

"I always figured it was a mishap, and you ate the one responsible?"

"Fucking fried my hair."

"Shit."

"Yeah. Never let the boys touch your hair, kitten. Never."

"So, you want me to dye your hair? You trust me with that?"

"You," he put the bottle with dye away, setting a timer for 35 minutes, " want me to look good. The boys absolutely don't give a fuck and like to mess around."

I grinned, motioning for him to sit on the chair in the bathroom. "Alright," I kissed his cheek, "I'd love to dye your hair."

An hour later, I was in the shower removing the dye from my hair, while David was doing the same, leaning over the sink.

"This ain't working," he grumbled, and before I knew it, he was standing next to me in the shower, his hands moving through my hair as the water turned a dark red.

"It's like the opening scene of Carrie," I giggled, looking at it, moving so he had more water and could wash the bleach out of his hair. It didn't take long before the water ran clear. With a content sigh, I leaned against David, enjoying both his comfort and the warmth from the shower.

"We can't stay in the shower forever, kitten." David turned the shower off, ignoring my protest, before quickly wrapping me in a towel and practically throwing me on the bed. I couldn't help but laugh, drying off quickly and getting into some pyjamas. "So, how about I order some food, you eat the delivery guy, and then we watch a movie?"

David grinned, leaning forward to kiss me. "Sounds good to me."

#the lost boys #marko #david #paul #tlb #dwayne #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #the lost boys x reader #lost boys

[neverinadream]

This Ain't Over Yet

Summary: Last summer, you had a secret fling with your brother's best friend, and this summer might just be no different.

Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader

Requested: Nope

Song Inspo: Last Night - Morgan Wallen <- for @thoseboysinblue she'll know why 🤭

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, angst, ex-lovers, older brother's best friend, blonde mullet!christian, dom!christian, sub!reader, brat!reader, hate sex (???), instructional, dirty talk, pet names (princess, baby, good girl....), degradation, reader gets called a bitch and a whore, praise kink, begging, talks of gagging, choking, trying not to get caught, references to past encounters, unprotected sex, aftercare-ish, breeding kink....porn with little plot....not proofread....the summary

Notes: this is to make up for the smut i didn't put in my last fic. in terms of what i'll be posting next, i have a rúben dias smut in the works and then it will either be little chilwell or frat boy!christian. did we like it?? please let me know - it really helps writers when you actually tell us.

"Don't play dumb, princess," Christian takes the beer out of your hand, wrapping his hand loosely around the neck of the brown bottle, "I know this little game that you're playing." He wets his lips, taking a sip of the beer you were sharing. You weren't the type to drink beer, much preferring the sweet taste of wine on your lips to that of bitter beer, which he had remembered from your previous encounters. He had got you to like it, but beer made your body feel fuzzy and made you do questionable things like sleeping with the man standing in front of you. "I'm not stupid-"

"That's debatable."

His jaw tenses, but he doesn't bite. "I saw you looking at me tonight." You scoff, rolling your eyes. "Come on, now, don't deny it," he chuckles, pulling his hand back as you lean in to grab the bottle, "you look, and you look, and you look. I saw how your eyes wandered, checking to see if I was watching you." He takes another sip, grinning when he catches you watching him licking his lips. "You wanted me to notice you getting close to Nico, flirting with him, touching his arm, laughing at his shitty jokes, going as far as sitting on his knee the entire night. I bet your brother really liked that - seeing his baby sister flirting with one of his best friends."

You snatch the bottle from his hand, the kitchen lights reflecting off the glass bottom as you tip the bottle toward your mouth. The soft, dull sound of music floated through the kitchen windows, filling the void of silence inside your brother's holiday home in Florida. You could even make out the conversation your friends were having, with a couple laughing loudly at what was probably a joke. You had only come inside to grab another drink; you didn't think you would spend the next ten minutes sharing your beer and having Christian, who had snuck in behind you, jokingly accusing you of trying to make him jealous.

"I don't even know what you're talking about," you shrug your shoulders, holding the bottle down at your side, "Nico and I, we were just having a nice conversation."

"Huh? A nice conversation?" He tuts, slowly shaking his head. "Don't fucking act like you weren't doing it to try and make me jealous, but guess what? It didn't work." His hand reaches down to retrieve the bottle, his fingers lingering over your own as he waits to take the beer from you. "I don't care who you talk to," he tells you, looking into your eyes, studying you closely to see how you would react, "you want to talk to Nico? Go ahead, talk to him. It doesn't bother me. We had our fling, or whatever, a long time ago, and I'm over that." He listens to how your breath hitches in the back of your throat, a reaction to him wrapping his whole hand tightly around yours. "And I'm definitely over you."

You pry your hand out of his and push him away with your other, refusing him access to your drink. "You sure about that?" You question him, placing the bottle on the counter behind you and pushing it towards the centre. The sound of the glass sliding across the marbled counter seems to echo in the stillness you've both created. His brows frown before relaxing again. "Why would I want to make you, of all people, jealous?" You cock your head to the side, trying to remain calm under his height. "I don't even like you. I never liked you."

"Bullshit," he finally bites, his hands gripping the counter's edge, caging your body between his and the counter, as he backs you up against it, "that's a lie."

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is." The sigh of frustration that rattles in his throat surprises you. "You make it so easy to be mad at you-"

"-Mad at me for what?" You cut him off, folding your arms across your chest. It amused you greatly to be able to get under his skin. "I haven't done anything," you continued to protest your innocence, "you're the one who is fabricating something that isn't even real."

"Look me in the eyes and tell me I'm wrong," he fires back, his knuckles straining against his skin as he tightens his grip. He inches his face closer to yours. "Hmm? Do it!" Hot breath prickles your skin. "Tell me I'm wrong, princess." Your thighs involuntary clenched as the name slipped quickly off his tongue; a part of you had missed hearing him whisper it into his ear as he massaged your inner walls with his thick cock. You just only hoped he hadn't noticed. "What are you waiting for, hmm?" He hums, the sound coming deep from within his throat. "Is it because I'm right?"

You shake your head, but fail to speak when you finally open your mouth.

"That's right, baby girl," he chuckles, mocking you with his laughter, "you still like me, don't you?" You shake your head, partially determined to keep up the act of innocence. "Yes, you do," he nods, relaxing his grip, "you thought you'd be a bitch and toy with a good guy's emotions so that you could...what? Make me jealous? Do you want me fucking mad at you?" He licks his bottom lip, letting his eyes drift below your face, down your neck and onto your breasts tightly caged inside your bikini. He could see your nipples pressing against the flimsy material, begging him to touch, pinch, twist or suck on them. "Maybe you wanted me to remind you of all the times I fucked you senseless until you couldn't see...until you couldn't breathe-"

"-Shut up-"

"-No," he tuts, talking over you, "this is me getting started, baby. Be happy. I'm giving you exactly what you wanted."

Was this what you wanted?

Is that what you had in mind when you first spotted how his jaw tensed as you caught him looking in your and Nico's direction earlier that evening?

Possibly.

Maybe.

The bubbling excitement in the pit of your stomach and the threat of one of the others walking in at any moment to witness this confrontation left your body tingling and pressed your thighs tightly together. It left you taking slow, deep breaths just to try and hide the cracks in your composure. It left you with a desire and a hunger you hadn't felt in a very, very long time.

"Do you remember all those times I had to prop you against a pillow because you were that exhausted?" He hooks his fingers under your chin, tilting your head back so you were looking directly up at him. "Oh, princess," he chuckles dryly, "look at those eyes! Those pretty eyes are getting real big. What are you thinking about, huh? You thinking about my cock filling you up? Or, maybe you're thinking about my hands? They're still your favourite necklace, right? All wrapped tightly around your throat, squeezing until your vision is blurred and you're gasping for breath."

He presses his thumb against your bottom lip, smirking as you part your lips for him, letting his thumb intrude the inside of your mouth. You wrap your lips around his thumb and listen to him groan as you lazily suck on it. It made his stiff cock twitch, and he thought about making you drop to your knees, your mouth ready and opened wide for him to fuck, but he wasn't at the end of your shared memory lane yet.

"Do you remember that dinner for your brother's birthday? How I played with your needy, dripping cunt underneath the table?" He chuckles, thinking about the memory himself. You squirmed in your seat, piercing your nails into his wrist as he edged you for most of the night. "I still can't believe he bought that whole "I'm too drunk, I need help to get home" act. You couldn't even wait to get to your bedroom; had me fucking you on that side table in your hallway before the front door was even closed."

You gag and splutter around his thumb as he pushes it deeper, gasping for a breath when he eventually pulls out. His hand travels below to your chest, rolling his thumb over your clothed nipple as his hand cups your left breast. "I have missed these," he hums, keeping eyes focused on your face, waiting for the changes in your expression, even if you were trying your hardest to keep a straight face. But you finally break, biting your bottom lip and trapping a moan in the back of your throat as he pinches your nipple. "They were always just begging to be touched," he chuckles, returning his hand to the edge of the counter.

"What is it that you want, baby?"

"No-nothing," you stuttered, failing to get your words out in a calm manner.

"No-nothing," he mimics you, chuckling as he watches you look away. You feel his hot breath on your face as he leans into your ear. "Tell me, princess, who would you rather have fucking you tonight? Me or Nico?" He asks, whispering into your ear, the smooth richness of his voice making you shudder. "Come on, tell me," he encourages, placing a soft kiss on the spot below your ear, "use your words."

It should've been Nico's name that you wanted to say. He was sweet, funny, and intelligent, but...

He wasn't Christian.

"Say it," he tuts, "say my name."

"Nico-"

"-Liar!" Your eyes snap up to look at him, your breath hitching as you look into his eyes. They were his most redeemable thing about him. "You don't want him," he shifts his focus between your eyes and your lips, which were taunting him by being so close and yet unavailable to him, "you want me." You shake your head. "Yes, you do," he counters, sliding his hands closer to you, "that's why you've been trying all day to make me jealous. Admit it. You want me. You need me. You long for me. You think about all the ways I could fuck you, how I could lift you onto this counter and take you right here, right now."

You gravitate towards him, fisting your fingers in the back of his newly dyed mullet, pulling him and his mouth against you. His hand wraps around your throat, squeezing it as his tongue delves into your mouth, leaving you to moan against him. There was no passion or love behind the exchange. It was never meant to be like that for the two of you. You just felt hunger, lust and the usual little sprinkle of hate. You had several unbearable itches to scratch, and only the other could soothe them.

"There she fucking is," he smirks, chuckling into your mouth. He nips at your bottom lip, tugging it as he pulls away to look at you. You'd missed the feeling of his hand wrapped around your neck and seeing a glimpse of his tattooed arm every time you looked down. It only added to the ache between your thighs every time he tightened his grip. He was right. It was your favourite necklace. "I know that look," he mumbles, recognising the longing desperation in your eyes. His thumb strokes over the edge of your jaw and places a quick kiss against your lips. "I've missed that look."

"Christian," his name floats off your lips like a prayer.

"What is it, baby?" There's a flicker of softness in both his eyes and voice. "What do you want?"

"I want you to do to me what only you can do best, Christian," you reply, sliding your hand inside his shorts, wrapping it around his thick cock. He sighs satisfactorily as you start to jerk your hand up and down his hardened length, feeling the precum on the tip and spreading it with your thumb. "I want you to fuck me and fill me up with all your cum," you tell him, licking your thumb after pulling your hand back, "fuck it deep, deep inside of me, and then send me back outside to Nico, with all your cum dripping out of my pussy."

"I hope you don't kiss your mother with that dirty whore of a mouth," he chuckles, unbuttoning your shorts. Helping him to remove your shorts and bikini bottoms, you push them down your thighs, stepping out of them as they hit the kitchen tiles. "Don't fucking look at that door," he stops you as you turn your head to look at the back door, a noise outside temporarily catching your attention, "no one's coming in here, but you gotta be quiet, or else they will."

"And we wouldn't want that-"

"-No, we wouldn't want that," he talks over you, lifting you onto the counter, "now spread those legs for me." He hums as you do as you're told, spreading your legs to give him the perfect view of your pussy. "Look at that," he groans, biting his lip. You shudder, goosebumps prickling your skin as he reaches to you, stroking his thumb between your folds and rubbing against your clit. "Already dripping." You whimper at the loss of contact as he pulls away. "Touch yourself," he instructs, reaching behind you and grabbing the last bit of the beer, "show me what you do to yourself when you're all alone, and you're thinking about me."

"And who's to say I'm thinking of you?" You raise the question, watching how his throat bops up and down as he swallows the last of your beer.

"Because I'm the man of your dreams and the object of all your desires, princess."

"No, you're really not," you giggle, shaking your head, "you just have a really good cock." Shifting to the edge of the counter, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "Now, just fuck me already," you murmur against his lips, skimming them to kiss along his jaw, "or I'll call Nico in here and have him fuck me instead. I might even let him do that thing you always wanted to do."

He snaps back, looking at you with wide eyes and in total disbelief. "You wouldn't?" He gasps, his mouth remaining open until you finally answer. You nod your head, biting your bottom lip to hide your smile. "You dirty little..." He laughs, shaking his head as he hooks his arms under your knees, yanking you onto the very edge. He uses one hand to untuck himself from the confinement of his shorts, groaning as he jerks his hand along his shaft a few times. "You're the woman of my dreams, princess," he whispers, lining the tip up against your pussy, "and most definitely the object of all my-"

"-Oh, just shut up and fuck me," you tangle your fingers in the bottom of his mullet, pulling on his hair as you bring his mouth against yours. You swallow up his groans as he pushes just the tip inside, your pussy already clenching and gripping around him as he gradually eases the rest of him in. "Fuck," you whimper, breaking the kiss, "did you always feel this big?"

He raises his eyebrow. "Were you always this tight?" He asks, failing to keep steady breaths. He hooks both arms back under your legs, fingers bruising your thighs as he sticks to a steady rhythm. You tried your best to stay quiet, but it felt far too good, feeling his thickness stretching you out and massaging the inner walls of your pussy. "God, be quiet, bitch," he groans, looking over your shoulder, checking to see if there were any shadows approaching the back door, "do you need me to fucking gag you? Are you that incapable of being quiet?"

"I can be quiet; I can," you promise, quickly and enthusiastically nodding your head. Your words were a jumbled mess as they left your lips, some sounding higher than others and some not even sounding English. It made him laugh. "Just don't stop," you beg, slipping your hand between your bodies, swallowing a moan as you press your fingers against your clit, "just...please, don't stop!"

He clears his throat, dislodging a groan trapped in the back, "oh, don't you worry, baby girl, I ain't stopping."

One hand leaves your thighs and finds a place wrapped around your throat, squeezing until he sees your eyes rolling into the back of your head and feels your pussy clenching around him.

"Dirty whore, hmm," he groans, gripping your other thigh tighter as his pace becomes sloppier, "letting me fuck you on your brother's counters whilst he's only a few feet away from us. I bet you want them to catch us, huh? Let them know how much of a fucking whore you are!" He leans his head against yours, his lips brushing against your hairline as he continues into your ear. "But then this wouldn't be our dirty little secret anymore, would it?"

You tug at his hair, pulling him back. "Savour it because this isn't happening again." You gasp as he tightens his grip on your throat, both of you mirroring the other's smirk. "Never. Again."

"Haven't we made that promise to each other before?" He chuckles. "And now look at us-"

"-Oh, just shut up!" You interrupt him, frustratingly groaning as you roll your head back. Your hips grind into him, with your hand leaving your clit to grip the counter, keeping yourself steady on the edge. "Just like that," you cry out, forgetting for a second that you were meant to be staying quiet, "oh, fuck me, just like that! Fuck. Fuck!"

"Getting a little too loud there, princess," he warns, checking over your shoulder again, "maybe I'll just have to gag you after all. What do you say, huh? Should I gag you with my fingers or with my fucking cock?" You feel his cock twitch at the excitement of stuffing your mouth with his cock, making you gag and spit all over him, finally shutting you up. "Nah," he grabs your jaw, pulling you back to face him, "you don't want my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours, do you? You want me to keep it in the wet, warm, dripping cunt, don't you?"

You desperately nod your head, whimpering, "Yes."

"Do you want me to fill you up?" You wrap your legs tighter around his waist, digging your ankles into the bottom of his back. "Do you want me to fucking breed you, princess?" He chuckles as you clench around him, your walls gripping his cock. "Of course you do," he pants, losing his breath as he feels himself coming undone, "You're gonna let me do that, aren't you? You're gonna let me breed this fucking pussy, because it's my fucking pussy to fill. No one else's. Not Nico's. Mine!"

You fist both hands into his hair, making him hiss as you tug and pull harshly on frosted tips. "I'm gonna cum," you tell him, crying into his shoulder and hiding your face, "don't stop, please, don't-!" Your body tenses, the coil in your stomach snapping as white spots blur your vision, and your orgasm rips through you. It had been so long since you had felt a euphoric high like the one you were experiencing - your thighs shaking, your skin warm and tingling with a thin trace of sweat, your chest heaving as you desperately fought to catch your breath.

"Attagirl," he praises, feeling your body shudder and tremble against him, "good fucking girl! Let your pussy milk this cock, baby." He gasps, bruising your thigh as he grips you tighter than you thought was possible, his hips bottoming out as hot sparks of pleasure ripple through him, finally cumming inside you. "Fuck...ing hell," he grunts, collapsing against you, whimpering as he feels you grinding your hips into him, working you both through and down from your high.

Soft kisses are pressed along your shoulder, up your neck and against the corner of your lips. You had a lazy half-smile printed on your lips, the same one you always wore after sex. He was glad that hadn't changed.

"I've missed this," Christian whispers his confession, brushing his nose softly against yours as he leans in to kiss you properly. You wrap your hand affectionately around his jaw, his five o'clock shadow scratching the underside of your palm as you reciprocate his kiss, whimpering into his mouth as he eventually pulls out. "I guess one of us should go back out there then," he mumbles, adjusting his shorts and fixing his hair.

He passes your shorts and bikini bottoms, fingers lingering on the back of your hand as you reach for them. "Better you than me," you hum, pulling your bikini bottoms back on, "I don't need to walk out there with your cum running down my thigh."

"Right," he cheekily laughs, with a bit of a tint to his cheeks. You watch him turn to the fridge, his head disappearing behind the door and returning with a six-pack to take outside. "Want some help with that?" He offers, knocking the fridge door shut with his foot.

"Ha!" You bark, loudly laughing as you fix the button on your denim shorts. "You offering to help to clean up your mess?" Aftercare wasn't one of Christian's party tricks, at least not the kind of aftercare where he reached for a warm cloth or ran you a hot bath. "Now that's a first." You shake your head, suggesting he go back outside before someone comes looking for you. He gets as far as the back door before he turns around to look at you. "What now?" You sigh, slipping your phone into your back pocket.

"Just...I missed you," he shrugs, reaching behind to turn the handle. His confession seemed to be genuine which only meant trouble for yourself.

"We're not good for each other, remember?" You remind him, letting your arms hang awkwardly down at your sides.

"I don't know, princess," he half-grins, "I think we're perfect for each other."

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[starlightandfairies]

Rainy Nights ~Billy Hargrove~

Description: Billy's and the reader's flirty-playful banter turns into a confession

Warnings: She/her pronouns, fluff, cheesy, flirty banter, swearing

Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view

Word Count: 1, 719

First Person's POV

The rain was pouring down hard, I was already late, I didn't like being late and certainly not when it came to this family. I parked my car messily on the end of the street, I had to park my car on the end of the street, as per the request of the parents. I ran to the door, getting soaked in the rain as it bucketed down on me, the wind made my hair a mess and I was soaked to the bone by the time I got to the door, the wind following me under the safety of the ceiling of the porch and causing me to shiver as I waited for someone to answer. Thankfully, Susan answered, she didn't mind too much and when she was the first one to deal with things, Neil wasn't hard to tame and I didn't need to worry about being scolded or losing my pay. 

"Dear, come in, Max is in her room and Billy's sulking somewhere. We'll be back around 12:30, so don't stay up late, Neil! Let's go!" The two adults left, slamming the door behind them, leaving me in a shaking mess. I took my shoes and socks off, placed them outside the front door and then made my way down to Max's room. My teeth clattered against each other and shivered as I waited. I knocked on Max's door and smiled at the red-head as she opened the door, her scowl turned into a smile and she instantly looked happier. 

"Y/N! You're here!" I think I was Max's highlight about this house, I knew she hated it here and I knew It wasn't safe for either of the young residents. 

"I'll make you a hot chocolate, yeah?" She nodded and walked back to her room to get her 'Wonder Woman" comic, I walked to the kitchen and started prepping to make the drink. 

"What do you think you're doing?" I jumped at the voice, turning around and looking at Billy. 

"I'm making Max a hot chocolate, I can make you one as well. Don't get your panties in a twist." I muttered, grabbing down one more mug, I could hear the mullet-wearing boy scoff and he then walked over and took the mug from my hands. I raised an eyebrow at him, I moved the hair out off my forehead that was still very much wet and sticking to my skin. 

"No, you're not, you are literally shaking. Go get changed." 

"Billy, I'm fine! It doesn't bother me, it's my fault for being late and not bringing an umbrella and I don't have any clothes. So, what do you want with your hot-" The boy rolled his eyes, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. Billy's arms wrapped around my legs, I steadied myself by placing them on his lower back. My wet clothes stained his singlet and water dripped onto the ground that ran down my face.

"Billy put me down!" I demanded, he didn't let go of me and hiked over to his room. He closed the door behind us, then gently placed me down, he handed me a towel and some clothes. 

"Have a shower, go get changed, I'll be waiting in the living room." I went to protest but he literally pushed me into the bathroom, closing the door as he walked out. I had a quick warm shower, dried off then changed into Billy's clothes. I walked out, my hair was 'shower wet' so wasn't dripping and was pushed back after I took the towel away from my hair.

"Better?" He questioned from behind me, I jumped at his voice and spun around to look at him, Billy smiled gently and handed me a mug of hot chocolate. 

"Max has one, come on, sit down and we can watch a movie."

"Billy, I've gotta make dinner for you and Max -" 

"Y/N! You're not a maid, my parents don't pay you to make food or drinks. They pay to look after Max... and I guess technically me." I burst into a fit of giggles, Billy chuckled and took my hands, lowering his head down to match my height. I stared at him, curious to see the gaze that he held, Billy smirked at something and I could tell that he was thinking of something. 

"You know, you have a real cute butt." He whispered, I giggled at the words flustered by them as well and didn't really know how to respond. 

"And why is my 'cute butt' on your mind?" I questioned with a playful grin, Billy chuckled in my ear and then glanced back to my butt.

"Well, I had to carry your stubborn little butt to my room so it wouldn't freeze off and nobody wants to see that cute little butt disappear." His words continued to make me blush, I looked up at him and then looked at his butt. 

"Your butt isn't bad either." He chuckled back and did this awkward little dance to look at his own behind. Then he stared at me, he cupped my face in his hands and the intense look he held gave me butterflies. Sure we had playful banters like the one we just had, but whenever he held me like this, I shut off and felt like a giddy mess. 

"Seriously, Y/N, please just sit down and relax! Max is okay, she's off reading her comics. You need to remember that while I can be a crappy brother to Max at times, I'm not incompetent, I can look after her, Y/N just choose a movie from the VHS box and I call pizza for the three of us. You haven't slowed down since we got here, you're always working your butt off while you're here and you never take a break. Just, please, just sit down and relax." He begged, his eyes begged and his toned begged me. 

I walked over to the tv, I began to look through a box, searching for a movie to watch. Billy made the call and informed Max of what was happening. I placed the tape in, got comfy on the couch and smiled as Billy sat down. He grabbed my legs, placed them on his lap and made sure the blanket covered most of my skin. Billy rested his hand on my leg and started playing the movie. I couldn't actually focus on the movie but on the boy next to me, I could see part of him die inside once the movie title danced across the screen. 

"What? Romancing In The Stone is great!" I teased, he squeezed my leg, rolling his eyes slightly and I could've sworn I saw a small smile form on his lips. We got ten minutes in, pizza arrived and so we were all eating in front of the tv. The rain had gotten heavier, we had finished the movie and Billy's parents arrived, sending me home in a messy rush. I never argued, I never asked to wait safely undercover for the rain to die down, I knew something was up in the household, I just never questioned Billy about it and never dared voice my concerns.

"Thanks for tonight, Y/N, here's your money we'll call next time we need you to babysit." I was pretty much pushed out of the house, I jumped slightly at the door slamming shut and whimpered as I stared into the rain. I took a deep breath, frowning once I realised I had to get Billy's nice and dry clothes. I started making my way to my car, yet a scream went to escape my lips as I was picked up by my waist and a hand was placed over my mouth. I thrashed slightly but quickly relaxed as I heard his soothing voice in my ear. 

"Shhh, It's just me, go to my room and wait in there. I'll be there shortly." Billy pointed to his bedroom window, I nodded and jogged over there, I climbed into his room and waited around in the room for him. Not too long later, Billy came back and handed me my keys. 

"I took your car home, why didn't you say that your parents weren't home?" 

"I don't know," I mumbled, thanking Billy as he handed me yet another set of clothes. 

"Just dry off in the bathroom and come back out here." I came out later, Billy pushed himself off his bed and strutted over to me. I stared at him, curious to see what he was going to do, he hummed slightly and crouched down to look into my eyes. 

"Billy?" I whispered softly, knowing that I wasn't meant to be here and that I'd have to hide if his parents checked in on him. Billy took my hands, humming gently and then cupped my face in his hands. 

"Don't babysit here anymore, they treat you like shit and while Max adores you, you're too sweet to be here and  I don't like seeing you get treated like that. Please, don't take any more offers to be working here." I frowned at his words, I thought he enjoyed hanging out with me, but there was something else and I didn't know what it was. 

"Why?" I whispered. 

"Because I- I like you, you are the highlight of my day and I don't want to see you getting hurt because of my parents not giving you the respect you need." I planted a kiss on his forehead, smiled gently and grabbed his calloused hands in mine. 

"Billy, I like you too, let's go on a date tomorrow." I smiled brightly, and he chuckled and held me in his arms, he didn't care how much of his kindness he revealed to me, he let down 98% of his mask and didn't care how he acted around me, it was nice and sweet and Billy was great. 

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[milkyruins]

## teacher!lee felix x teacher!reader, SUGAR FIXES AND MISTLETOE KISSES

summary: as you come under a lot of stress, your fellow teacher and coworker felix swings by to cheer you up with a drink every day. your third graders get some... ideas and create their grand plan to make you two fall for each other, one kiss after another.

genre: fluff

content warnings: mentions of stress, cursing, invasions of privacy by your third graders, using god's name in vain, peer (?) pressure by the kiddos

wc: ~1.7k (woah...)

a familiar blondie popped into the doorway to your 3rd grade classroom.

"felix!" you practically sprung up to greet him. you winced at how obviously enthusiastic you were to see your workplace crush, but he didn't seem to notice.

felix greeted you with his blinding smile as he sauntered in. "teach!" he teased, placing down a steaming mug. "i swiped you something from the teacher's appreciation breakfast." upon further instruction, you noticed the heaping cap of whipped cream on top. your eyes widened at the nostalgic, homey scent.

"hot cocoa?" you guessed. the kindergarten teacher nodded enthusiastically.

"peppermint hot choco. the best kind."

a smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. "i really appreciate it, felix. i've been so busy with planning the lower school assembly that i couldn't make it."

felix grimaced a bit. "yeah, you've seemed busier recently."

"but," your eyes lit up. "i have some wonderful student helpers this year. they've been loads of help."

his expression softened. "that's great." he paused a bit before continuining. "need any help with anything? i can make myself available to plan with you or set things up; i'm also happy to bring you hot cocoa more often."

your heart warmed at his consideration. you flipped through your planner, noting everything that still needed to be done. "actually, there doesn't seem to be much in terms of logistics. i'd really love your help setting up for the assembly though. that would be amazing, lix." your eyebrows practically shot up. everything grew hot. "shi- i mean, sorry, that wasn't intentional."

felix giggled a bit. "you're welcome to call me that. although i have to admit, the only person who really calls me that is olivia."

this only helped to fan the flames that were scorching your face further. your gaze latched onto the fine grain of your desk. damn, there were a lot of eraser shavings.

as you finally regained a sliver of composure, you turned to face him again.  pointing at the clock sitting on your desk, you spoke "i think i have to kick you out, sir. class starts in five for us."

"imagine starting class at 8:30. kindergarten can't relate." he flicked his hair, which was slowly starting to grow into the prettiest mullet ever. you laughed with him for a bit, before shoving him out the door.

he stopped in the doorway. "i think i'll stop by more in the mornings. you're going to need the sugar fix!" you couldn't tell if he was talking about the hot cocoa or his sweetheart self.

"i'll look forward to it then."

-

as felix continued to deliver you hot drinks and casual banter in the morning (and you got more comfortable with calling him lix, as he insisted it was okay), a strange murmur rose from your third graders. when these morning chats began, your third graders looked on, moon-eyed and curious. you heard them mention you and "mystery teacher" during break time every once in a while.

but then, the third graders began to conspire. whispers of your involvement swept over the entirety of the third grade class.

yoomi, the sweetest little student of yours, waddled over to you during recess. "teacher l/n, how long have you and teacher lee been married?"

you laughed it off, cringing internally. "we're not even dating, little love."

your student pouted. "you're lying!" then she sprinted to join her friends on the monkey bars, anxious to spread the (fake) news.

when retelling this to felix the next day, he almost collapsed onto the floor in a laughing fit. after barely managing to catch his breath, felix responded. "your kiddos are so cute!"

you brought your hand to your forehead, mildly frustrated. "you don't care about the dignity of your professional career, lix? or your love life?"

felix chuckled some more. "there's no love life to tarnish, teach." he stared wistfully at your kiddos, who were starting to file in for the day. "plus, what harm is it? they seem to be enjoying themselves."

indignation fired you up, boiling your blood. "but they might not be able to concentrate on my teachings if they see me just as the epicenter of a crazy romantic drama! what about their future academic careers? they-"

felix leaned over your desk to grab your hand, effectively startling you into silence. you didn't realize how loud your voice grew until the a hush ran through the room. he squeezed it softly.

"y/n, you're a fantastic teacher. you're caring, smart, and always put your kiddos first. they could never forget that. okay?"

you exhaled slowly. "thanks, lix. but..." you motioned towards your conspicuously intertwined hands which the children absolutely ate up. his eyes widened as he released your hands. felix scratched the back of his head apologetically.

"i should probably head out, right?" with that, he promptly exited. you might have been imagining things, but his freckled cheeks seemed to be extra red.

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oh holy mother of jesus, take the wheel.

you ran around the auditorium, giving instructions, answering questions, and trying your best not to lose your fucking mind. but honestly, it wasn't as bad as you thought it would be, thanks a certain someone, who was currently helping your kids open a really stubborn door. why didn't anyone think to replace these ancient storage closet doors?

you paused to watch felix tussle with the door some more. was he going to be okay doing physical labor in that nice button up and tie? well, he proved you wrong by opening it gracefully. but soon afterward, he and the kiddos were met with a torrent of dust bunnies.

you began to laugh, catching your crush's attention. he gave the helpers some last instructions before making his way over to you. "something funny to you?"

"n-no" you managed between giggles. he cocked his eyebrow at you playfully. you guys joked around some more. despite the stress of... everything, really, being around felix put your heart at ease.

as you two were immersed in your separate world, your third graders became to initiate phase one of their master plan to put you two together. all eyes were on yoomi as she walked towards the almost-couple with burning purpose.

"teacher l/n and teacher lee," she began, pointing at the wad of tangled christmas lights by the door. "can you two help us with that?"

you grinned. "absolutely." you turned towards felix, eyes set ablaze by a challenge. "lix?"

he teasingly rolled your eyes at your shenanigans. "sure, let's go."

the entirety of your third grade class held their breaths as you walked towards the absolute mess that was that string of lights. when you two finally arrived in front of the lights, a cheer erupted from your helper pals.

you quickly spun around, confused by their reaction. a very helpful student pointed above both of your heads, where a haphazardly-taped mistletoe hung. definitely the work of your third graders, no doubt.

"shit." you whispered, careful so that none of your students could witness your potty mouth.

you turned back towards felix, who was clearly stupefied.

yoomi, carefully tucked behind the menorah display, yelled. "now fall in love, lovebirds!" a chorus of giggles sounded as they waited for their otp to kiss and subsequently fall in love.

all you could hear was the rapid drumming of your heart. did this mean you really had to kiss your workplace crush in front of your kiddos? what would this do to your relationship? your professional career?

he slowly approached you and grabbed a hold of your hand. your kiddos held their breaths as he leaned in-

and lifted your hand towards his lips. you combusted on the spot.

"is that enough?" felix asked your helpers, who nodded, accepting their bitter defeat.

as they turned back to their original assignments, felix dragged you out of the auditorium and into the empty teacher's lounge.

"are you okay?" he asked, worry scrunching his brow together.

you nodded slowly, trying to regain your composure. "yeah. thanks for..." your heart squeezed at the thought of his princely hand kiss. "being considerate with me."

he shook his head. "it's the least i could've done." and paused, looking down. "and i'm sorry that i totally disregarded your concerns earlier this week. your kiddos are getting out of hand." 

"it's fine. i'll talk to admin about this eventually, but we should probably head back."

as much as you needed to be back in the auditorium, helping with set-up, you couldn't get yourself to move when he was looking at you like that.

he took a step towards you, averting your gaze. then another. you could see each individual freckle now and it was driving you crazy. "can i... can i ask you a stupid question?"

your breath caught. "always."

felix reached for your hand, rubbing his thumb against your knuckles. "i know this isn't proper of coworkers, but i have to ask or i'm going to go insane." he took a long breath. "i really like you. always have. can i kiss you, for real?"

you willed your brain to stop short-circuiting on you. "go on then." you breathed, tugging lightly on his tie.

and he was all too eager to fulfill your request.

the feeling of his lips on yours felt like fireworks. and you did the thing you always dreamed of-- you greedily carded your hands through his luscious blonde locks, lapping up the quiet moans he let out with every tug and pull.

when you separated for air, you began to giggle at the sight. "lix, your hair."

his usually well-tamed hair was an absolute mess. "ah, i'm so sorr-"

he kissed you again, this time soft and sweet. "don't apologize. i really enjoyed it."

a whole heat wave flooded over you. "should we head back then?" you needed out now before you fully melted.

"wait." you looked up at him. he shot you a hopeful, doe-eyed glance. "does that mean you like me back?"

you chuckled at him. "yes, lix, i do like you back. it's impossible not to, really."

#felix imagines #felix x reader #skz imagines #skz x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #lee felix #THE HAND KISS A:DKJFL:SDKFJ #my mind can be too powerful sometimes holy- #this is probably my longest fic so far!!! #hope y'all bear through it w me <3 #happy holidays!! #and to those who celebrate merry xmas :D #! 💬. ⋆｡𖦹 °✩ minis

[multifandom--madness]

Roll for Perception - E.M.

a/n: I have not dived into this in a while, but I hope I do well enough for you guys to enjoy. If you guys like it enough, I'll make it a series.

pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: none, I don't think

summary: What's the hellfire club all about?

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Yearbook? no. School paper? no. Band? no. Gymnastics....long gone. You honestly had no motivation to do anything for your senior year. I mean, did you have to be in an extra curricular? Your mom was practically begging you to get back into gymnastics, but after last year's embarrasing injury, you were not willing to relive that. Nor were you willing to go the extra mile rehabilitate it into being the perfect athlete either. After looking at the fliers that were pinned to the cork board, you found one flier under all of the other papers.

"Hellfire Club... Friday nights 6 pm. Hawkins High School's old theatre. If you don't have dice, you can borrow some. Curse of Vecna Session 1 10/31/1985. DM: Eddie Munson"

Dungeons and Dragons? You've not played that since your older brother had moved away to college and you lost him as a DM. It seemed that they were already a couple of sessions in, but maybe not too far for an extra character? You took the flier and folded it into your bag and walked to your locker before your last class.

After an hour long torture session of anatomy class you grabbed your car keys as fast as you could and drove home. Once you got home, you put on some more comfortable clothes and dug through your old drawer of things and grabbed your dice, an old character sheet, and a pencil or two.

Your mom heard you run through the house and to your room and she wiped her hands with a kitchen rag. "Y/n, is that you? How was school?" you answered without looking at her as you grabbed some more comfortable shoes. "Uh, yeah it was good. Good enough for first day I guess?" She smiled at you and threw her towel over her shoulder. "I heard they have a gymnastics team...I thought it would be good for you, so I called the school and talked to the coach. Conditioning is starting now."

You rolled your eyes at her vigor to get you back into gymnastics, but that was a wish and a dream. "Mom, I'm not doing that. Plus, I wouldn't even have the time to get back to where I was and... just no. Anyway, I have to go back to the school anyways so I'll be home by 10."

"But y/n, it would be so good for-" and that was all you heard before you shut the door, drove off, and headed to Hawkins High. Getting there, you had never seen the parking lot so empty, but thank god because you were able to find a parking spot that didn't require you to hike to the old theatre.

Campus was dark and things were already weird here in Hawkins, but you tucked your jacket and bag close to you and found the old theatre. Before you opened the door, you already heard what you remembered to be the sounds of people speaking with one another. You already felt bad for showing up when they are probably well established into the campaign, but you'd rather be super early in the campaign instead of super late.

You walked in and as soon as the door shut behind you, four heads turned in your direction. Three obvious freshman, and one tall senior, you assumed, with a long black wavy mullet. "Is that a girl?" you heard one of them whisper. "Uhm, I'm sorry, but the new theatre is holding auditions, not this one." the tall one said to you.

"Is this the hellfire club?" you asked. Everyone's eyebrows raised and the tall one unfolded his arms and walked towards you. You held out your hand to shake, which he did not take. "Are you Eddie? I saw this flier on the cork board in the hall. I know it's been a couple of weeks since your first session, but I was hoping I could play?"

Eddie turned to look at the party and then back at you. He scratched his head and looked at you as if to say 'you might be in the wrong place'. "I mean, have you played D&D before? The party we have is level 8 right now and you wouldn't want to just-" He started to say but your excitement beat him to it.

"Oh no, that's fine. I actually already have my character sheet. I made a teifling bard warlock. She's multi classed evenly. I've played before but I've not been able to play in a while. If it's too much I understand. I just saw you were playing and thought-" You saw the smirk grow on Eddie's face and he stuck his hand out to introduce himself.

"I'm Eddie, I'm the DM." You smiled and took his hand and replied "Y/n. New student." From there he put his hands in his pockets and asked "Do you have dice?" You plopped your bag on the playing table, careful not to knock over any miniatures, and pulled out your dice tray, your player's handbook, your old miniature, and your favorite set of purple dice. "You can say, I'm quite excited."

Eddie let out a small and almost inaudible laugh, but you caught it and it made you smile. "Pick your spot at the table." he said. Everyone rushed to their favored spots, leaving you at the opposite head of the table from Eddie. Everyone prepared their materials and Eddie dimmed the theatre lights for ambiance.

"Everyone, this is y/n. She is our newest addition to the table. Everyone, go around." You went around the table and met the three younger players named Mike, Dustin, and Lucas. Mike was a Palladin, Dustin introduced himself ruggedly as a master artificer, and Lucas acted out his ranger skills as he introduced his character.

When it came to your turn, you smiled, flirtatiously extended your arms onto the table being very in character and introduced yourself. "My name is Agony, I'm a Tiefling Bard Warlock multi-class." You donned fingers for horns on your head to mimic your character and laughed as you sat down.

Eddie smiled behind his interlocked hands as you introduced yourself and sat up straight in his DM throne. "Now that we have met one another, I need everyone to roll for perception." Everyone rolled their dice, Mike was doing the math on his modifiers to add to his role, and dustin and Luke groaned as they clearly rolled a low number on their dice. You shot up in excitement and smiled "Nat 20!" The party clapped for you as you started the session strong.

After four hours of playing, Dustin, Mike, and Luke all spoke with one another as they waved and said goodbye to you on their way out. You got your things together and Eddie came by you holding his campaign book. "Great session today, Y/n. I hope to see you next Friday. Do you have a ride home?" he asked politely. You smiled and thanked him letting him know you drove here. He nodded his head toward the door offering to walk you to your car and smiled. You immediately knew finding that flier was the best thing you could have done for yourself this year.

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a/n: I hoped you guys liked this, plz don't drag me.

#eddie munson #fanfic #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanfiction #eddie stranger things #hellfire club #eddie x reader #eddie munson fanfic

[rangoatemybabynsfw]

Gonna start moving some of my twitter threads over here, starting with some Klance of course! So if they seem familiar, it’s likely because you saw them over there haha.

So, thinking about Keith growing his hair out as a Galra culture thing. He asks Kolivan about his long braid, and Kolivan reveals that one grows their braid when they start falling in love with someone and the length of the braid indicates how long you've loved them.

So because Keith is definitely in love (you know who it is, come on) he starts actively growing his hair. No cuts, only the occasional trim of the split ends to keep it healthy. He likes the idea of taking part in his culture this way, showing that he is in love with someone via the length of his hair.

Then one day, Kolivan's braid is gone. It's been cut. Keith is worries about what it means.

Did Kolivan stop loving someone?

Turns out that when a Galra is ready to profess their love, they cut their hair and present the braid as a gift, evidence of how long they've loved their paramour from afar. If they accept it, they become a couple.

It took Kolivan fifteen years to profess his love.

How long will Keith's hair be when he does the same?

Earthside, Lance starts noticing that Keith is taking much better care of his hair, because of course he notices that sort of thing. He’s got great eyesight. Plus, you don't spend your whole life making sure your own hair is perfect and not notice when someone else is doing the same.

It's a good couple of months before Lance asks Keith about it. What's he doing with his hair? Giving up the mullet look? Trying to be the next Kolivan? All in that joking tone that he has.

Keith just sort of half smiles and says "It’s a Galra thing, I'll tell you about it sometime".

But Keith never really does tell him about it. Lance actually finds out about it from another Blade member. That it's tradition to grow out a long braid when one falls in love. Lance doesn't know how to feel about that.

Keith in love?

He feels strange about it. Keith's in love with someone, but he hasn't told anyone about this mysterious person. Not Pidge. Not Hunk. Not even Lance, his right hand man from the war. He thought they were friends.

Lately, when Lance really thinks about it, he gets mad.

Why wouldn't Keith tell him about them? This person Keith’s in love with? Then Lance realizes he's jealous, and he hates it.

Jealousy is such an ugly emotion and Lance has tried to curb that feeling since his younger days. Jealousy is for insecure people, not him. Not anymore. He’s so above that.

Right??

On one of their weekly hangouts Lance stews in it. He can't have fun with everyone because all he can think about is Keith. He imagines that Keith wishes he was somewhere else with his special someone. That he’s only hanging out with the team to placate them and he’d rather be anywhere else.

Lance can’t stand it, and tries to leave early, but he’s followed.

By Keith.

"Hey, you heading out?" Keith calls out, walking over to Lance under the darkening sky. "Ah, the sunset. You didn't want to miss it right?" he guesses.

 "Yeah," Lance lies. 

"Race you to the hill then, last one pays the tab next week," Keith suggests with a smirk.

Lance can't hold his frustration in anymore.

"Keith, what are you even doing here?" Lance asks and the mood drops. Keith's smirk disappears.

"What do you mean?" Keith quirks a brow with a frown. "Am I supposed to be somewhere else?"

Lance clenches his jaw and his fists at his side, trying to contain himself.

"You clearly have someone you're waiting on, why not just...go spend time with them instead of your old war buddies," Lance says bitterly. "It's gotta be more fun than being with us."

"I don't follow," Keith says.

"Damn it, Keith, your hair!" Lance finally exclaims while pointing at the braid over his shoulder. He used to think it was so beautiful and now he only holds contempt for it. "You've been growing it out for a year! Just...give it to them and go live happily ever after already!"

Keith blinks in shock at him, clearly surprised. His eyes lid and avert as he raises a hand to thumb the end of his braid.

"Someone told you about the hair thing?" Keith asks, and Lance nods. "Oh," he hums in understanding. "So you...think it's long enough to be a good offering?

"Are you kidding?! Keith if it were me I'd have taken just a curl!" Lance exclaims then smacks a palm to his mouth in shock. He hadn't meant to say that. "Just...ignore that. And go give your person your love token already! Tired of seeing you flaunt how in love you are..."

It's not true. He's not tired of seeing that. He's just tired of knowing it isn't for him. And with his unintended confession its super obvious how jealous he is of Keith's mystery lover.

He expects Keith to be annoyed, angry, or put off by this conversation, but Keith snorts. Chuckling, Keith walks over to Lance, pulling a blade from his hip. He twirls the knife once, grasps his braid, puts the sharp edge near his neck and flicks out, severing the braid in one unceremonious cut.

The mullet is back and the braid is now in Keith's hand. Lance just stares.

"I didn't mean like...right now," Lance mumbles. "Now you have to carry around a braid all night until--" 

"No, I don't," Keith shakes his head with a easy smile. He extends the braid. "This is for you."

Lance stares flabbergasted. Lance blushes and stammers in shock as he looks at it.

The braid, it was for him? this whole time?

"B-But I thought...and you...but this..." Lance stutters. "R-Really? For me?" he asks and Keith nods.

Lance takes the silken braid that's a mere six inches long but it might as well be six feet. A year's worth of Keith's love. He can't believe it. Lance looks up and Keith's got his own little blush going on with a fond smile.

"So...still want to watch the sunset?" Keith asks.

Lance finally smiles and nods. "You...ever gonna grow it out again?" he  wonders. 

"Only if you want me too," Keith says and snorts. "Don't want you to get sick of me 'flaunting my love' around," he jokes and Lance grimaces in shame.

“Sorry, that was...it was ugly. I...I was so jealous," Lance admits, still shamefaced. "I...actually think...long hair suits you." 

"Then I'll think about it," Keith smirks. "Come on, sharpshooter. Or we'll miss it," he says and takes Lance's hand.

They run hand in hand together up the hill, excited smiles on their faces as they look forward to their future together.

The End <3

#klance #VLD

[stoopid-turtle]

BTS in Order Addendum 2

Second and final addendum for rn! This covers the translated bts clips for June that I found. Sadly, the playlist did not have July or Aug, so I can't go over those. If I ever do find July and Aug, I'll try to add it on.

As before, the timeline posts are already updated. I'm just highlighting some things here for those who don't want to hunt for the updates. Also, I tried to clean up some of the formatting but y'all, the formatting on Tumblr is just weird. I can't figure it out and I'm not gonna invest the time to do so, so I've done my best!

I can see where the WZC/GG pairing came from. GG and WZC seem quite close, often playful, and similarly physically affectionate to ggdd. Their dynamic is different, but I can def see how people could pull together a compilation of their bts clips for CPFs. (Not saying they were a real couple, like ggdd.)

Madam Jin did not seem to realize she was cast in a bl adaption.

There's much mentioned of dd's afterglow on 6.19 after the Dragon Boat Festival date, but I've never seen anyone mention that GG is also in a really great mood the next day. His first scene is in the forest with JC and JL, and he's all smiles and says, "I'm so happy this early morning. I really love my team."

JC says "Happy? What nonsense!" For some reason, this sets gg off on the giggles.

Needless to say, GG had his own afterglow.

Also on 6.19, there's this cute exchange between gg and the older lady producer (?), who is also from Chongqing:

Crewmember: So many beauties come from Chongqing. GG: I'm beautiful. Producer lady: More beautiful than me? GG: How can that be? Can't compare!

And then, a couple days later on 6.23, when dd is still gone, gg is in a hellishly rotten mood. He's visibly moody and unresponsive to xl and JC, both of whom try to cheer him up. At one point, he asks someone (his assistant?) if he has any crying scenes that day. And later he says, "Remember this feeling. After a month, when filming, definitely will..." I think he says something more to XL here, but I guess it was too quiet for the translator to hear. The implication to me is that he's gonna try to bring up the experience of his feelings in later scenes when WWX is having similar feelings.

Not everything with regards to the boys has to be about ggdd, so it's possible that gg's bad mood is bc of something else going on in his life. Family, friends, something with his company, politics, a stranger being a jerk, whatever. DD's one possibility among many. I did check out what dd was doing on 6.23 and 6.22, and he's on Produce 101, where he looks as DD (with a mullet) as ever. But there aren't any bts or unscripted clips of him where he might reveal a similar mood, so it's hard to say anything.

So basically, make of gg's bad mood what you will. It could be literally anything.

I need to talk about JC's fake butt

So the clip on 6.25, with JZX, Mianmian, dd, XL, and gg all chatting starts with them talking about JC wearing a "fake butt". I'm guessing butt padding? Some highlights:

DD is confused because he's "not even wearing jeans", to which gg asks if it makes sense to wear a fake butt in jeans.

The "reason" why JC wears this is apparently only known to XL and GG. XL refuses to explain.

GG says if she doesn't explain, dd will just walk up to JC and ask him, "JC, you wear a fake butt?"

Poor WZC did seem a bit put-upon on the set.

Also, unrelated, dd thinks sweat is sexy.

Also, the nasal spray that got passed around: looked sus, but not actually that sus. It's a Thai herbal nasal inhaler, which apparently looks a lot like people doing some uppers. (So much so that gg chastises the cameraman for filming it and XL turns her back to do it)

Also also, gg's rotten mood is gone. The clip on 6.23 of him being in a bad mood is only about 5 min long, and there's only a 45sec clip for 6.24. So basically, we have no idea what might have cheered him up and there are almost a full 2 days of stuff we know nothing about.

#bjyx #yizhan #the timeline of ggdd love yue #poor jc #but why the fake butt tho?

[sugarmaiiu]

Fuck You, Billy. (Part 3)

Part One

Pairing Billy Hargrove x reader

Time Frame: between season 2 and 3 / October 1984 (Billy hasn't gotten his Lifeguard job yet)

Warnings: t/w rough handling, unadmitted consent, semi-lemon (unprotected)

Word Count: 7.7k

First Person POV

a/n: Hi everyone! This is going to be the last part of the Fuck You, Billy series. Anything I write for Billy x fem reader will most likely use this as background knowledge so if I get a request for Billy x fem reader, consider it as a side part for this series. I've really enjoyed coming back to Tumblr after writers block and getting all this love from the community so thank you so much! NOW to address the text at hand, I wanted to make it long so I could wrap it up. As a thank you from the support I've gotten I included a little bit of spice, some lemon perhaps. So buckle up, and get ready cause its show time!

I didn't expect Billy to stick around.

It's been a month since Billy blackmailed me into being his pretend girlfriend, and like now, Billy is still there everyday waiting for me by his car to pick me up after school.

"Took you long enough," he said taking a puff of his cigarette.

"It's Friday, you can afford to wait," I said, "Besides we still have to wait on Max, so don't you start giving me that tough guy bullshit."

He waited till I was right in front of him to blow out his smoke in my face. It smelt terrible and I couldn't help but cough up a lung when he did it.

He was laughing, but still kept his smug composure, "How many times do I have to tell you that you should watch that mouth of yours when you speak to me."

I was still coughing when I flipped him off, only earning myself more laughs from him in response.

"You'll never win me over when you do that kind of shit, " I said when I could finally breathe again. He rolled his eyes and put it out.

"C'mon let's go," he said putting his cigarette out on the concrete.

"What about Max?"

"I already warned her ahead of time, she'll find another way home. Let's go."

Once we got on the road I looked at him in curiosity. I know him, and I know that he must have had some reason to why he shooed off Max.

He said looking at me from the corner of his eye, "For somebody who claims they hate me so much, you sure do stare at me a lot."

"C'mon Billy cut the shit, where we going?"

"Nosey aren't you? You saying you don't trust me?"

"I don't trust any guy with a mullet," I said with a smirk, knowing it'd get a reaction out of him.

He nodded his head and I could see him mouth the word 'Wow', "I'll remember that."

"Good for you, I'm surprised that brain of yours can remember anything at all."

He kept nodding his head with a smile, saying nothing back for a moment, "And here I was about to tell you where we're heading, but I don't remember anymore baby, so guess we'll both just find out when we get there, won't we?."

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah alright, but I'm not getting out of this car if you take me someplace weird."

On the way, I thought about that dinner I had with Billy's family the first day all this started between me and him. The whole family, including myself, ate in complete silence. I thought at least Max and her mom, Susan, would talk when Neil had gone back to his chair in the living room after scoffing down his meal, but the dinner table remained speechless.

I will never forget the way Billy looked that night.

He looked broken and letdown, but I could tell that he was just holding out for the sake of not embarrassing himself. He drove me back home in silence that night too, and he didn't even tell me bye once I got out the car. He simply drove off.

I thought for sure he was going to rid of me, but when I saw him waiting for me outside of school the next day, he acted as if nothing ever happened. I haven't been back at his house since and all I could ask myself is 'what happened outside between him and his dad that night.'

Whatever it was, it really affected Billy.

I tried everything to step away from Billy after that night; after I realized how horrible it would be to be involved in his life.

I refused to take a ride home from him day after day, but he'd just show up at my house while my dad was at work. I only spoke to him in very dry responses, but he'd continue to talk to me anyways. I even tried to give him back the clothes he bought for me, but the next day I found them in the mailbox.

After a week of going on like this he still stayed by my side and tried to stop me everyday after school to give me a ride home.

My heart couldn't take it anymore, seeing how much he was putting in to getting my attention back, so I finally just gave in and took the damn ride home.

Though one weird thing I noticed is that he completely stopped touching me. I was curious to why Billy had stopped, but if I was honest I kind of missed it. I caught myself blushing every time I thought about his legs rubbing in between mine, as he pinned me down to my own bed to do it.

I am full of gross self loathing shame for enjoying it.

I know myself, so I knew that if I was aboard his train before, I was definitely on now. Though not only was I just aboard, I was strapped into my seat. I don't think I could break out of it, even if I went at it with full force.

If the Billy Hargrove Express was going to crash, I'd be going down with it.

Billy handed me a bandana, breaking me away from my thoughts, "Put this over your eyes, don't complain about it either," he said.

"Wait why?"

"Jesus, just put the damn thing on. I just said don't give me shit for it."

I looked at him strangely, but took the bandana from his hands regardless. "I don't trust you at all just so you know. I'm only doing it because, knowing you, you'll probably stop us in the middle of the road again, like some lunatic, till I do."

"Damn straight I will, so hurry up and put it on," he said smiling at my comment.

I took a deep breath before tying the cloth around my eyes, completely blinding myself to where we were heading. As much as I give Billy shit, I do actually at least trust him enough to not be some raging serial killer like Ted Bundy.

Billy turned the music up in the car a little bit louder, making it to where all sound I could hear was he music around us.

It gave me shivers not knowing where we were going and having my senses taken away.

I take it back, maybe he could be another Ted Bundy.

If he was a serial killer, I'd be dead. Due to the smooth way the car traveled across the road and the sheer darkness from the blindfold, I fell asleep.

I woke up to Billy picking me up out of my seat. His touch startled me awake and I reached for the blindfold that cover my eyes, out of panic. He grabbed my wrist to stop me.

"Hey, if I wanted you to see again, I'd already have taken it off," he said now cradling me in his arms.

"I can walk dipshit, put me down."

"Yeah but then I have to guide your ass, and as funny as it would be too see you wipe out on the ground, I'd rather us just get there as quickly as possible."

I huffed and wrapped my hands around his neck. Even though I couldn't see I knew he'd be smiling like the prick he was because he was getting his way.

"You still want down?", he asked after walking us around a few feet.

"Yes, now can you please just put me down."

"Whatever you say," he said before throwing me out of his arms. I let out a scream, afraid of not knowing how far I was being thrown. I was expecting to hit the ground, but almost immediately as my worry began, I crashed into a soft squishy surface.

He was snickering at my sudden fright. while doing so, he stepped towards me, taking off my blindfold before I could even get situated to be sitting upright.

The sudden light burned my eyes as I looked up at the dark and tall figure above me, which I knew was Billy, even though my vision was still blurry.

It only took a few seconds for my eyes to stop burning, when I realized we were out in the woods, and I was sitting on a couch on some random porch.

Attached to the porch was a small cabin, and not too far off from us was a lake. I looked around, seeing nothing but woods and a small wooden dock, sticking out from the lake's shore.

"You blind folded me to take me here?", I asked looking up at him.

He looked down at me into my eyes before kneeling down to my level, "Yep. We're staying here this weekend, and since you don't really know where we are, you kind of don't have a choice in the matter."

"What about your dad?", I said before pausing, "What about my dad Billy, huh? You ever consider that?"

He shushed me. "Yeah I did actually, and he was ok with it."

"Oh really? So you just called my house, hoped it was my dad, then told him I'd be staying all weekend alone with you. Oh, and in case you forgot, Billy, you are literally a stranger to him." I huffed, "Yeah I don't think he would be quite so ok with that like you claim."

Billy rolled his eyes and shoved the bandana into my mouth in one quick swoop of his hand. "Yeah and that's why I didn't tell him the truth y/n. You think I'm an idiot or something?"

I spit out the bandana, onto the floor, almost as quickly as he shoved it into my mouth.

He was really starting to get on my nerves with the whole inconsiderate bratty child act.

I forced Billy to move back when I practically jumped up from where I was sitting, "You can't just decide I'm staying here Billy! And you lied to my fucking dad to get me here. What the fuck?", I said seconds away from slapping him, but I resisted the urge.

"I'm trying to give you a good weekend and you're mad at me? Your dad thinks your on some trip with the yearbook committee for the this year's yearbook. What's the harm. It's not like I kidnapped you," he said getting in my face.

"Yeah Billy, you basically did. Last time I checked, you never asked me if I was okay with this!", I yelled getting increasingly louder as I spoke.

I went to turn away, and for the first time in weeks he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me in close so he could get in my face. He was about to say something, but instead he looked at me in my eyes.

After a moment of staring into each other's eyes, I thought he was going to kiss me, like he had done before. I mentally prepared myself to be kissed, when suddenly he let me go.

I felt the air crawl it's way out of my body. I felt a ache in my heart but only for a moment. I actually got disappointed he didn't kiss me.

I huffed and internally scolded myself for being disappointed when I said, "You know you could have just asked me to come this weekend. You could at least be kind enough to give me the choice."

"Would you have said yes?", he added quickly.

"I don't know. I-", he interrupted me.

"Would you have said yes, y/n?"

I gulped and let there be a pause before I quietly shrugged my shoulders.

"It's not like I despise being around you. I- just-" , I had to pause to let out a nervous laugh, "I know we can have a good time. I mean I've had a fun time around you before."

He scoffed, "You sure as hell don't act like you have."

"Billy, you can't be serious?", I asked.

"No, I'd like to genuinely know, because I sat around for you everyday like some needy bitch, and you walked all over me for days despite that. Do you know how fucking embarrassing that is for me?"

I was too stunned to speak.

Afterall, this was the selfish man whore Billy Hargrove in front of me, admitting that.

"I won't say everything has been. . perfect, but," I looked at him ready to admit some feelings, "you've given me good memories since day one."

"Oh yeah the day I blackmailed you, that was a good memory?"

"Not all of that day of course. I mean you for sure scared the hell out of me that day. You were very intimidating, but not all of that day was bad."

He rolled his eyes and walked past me to sit on the couch on, he had previously thrown me onto. He lit up a cigarette and looked out onto the lake.

"I enjoyed going to the movies that day," I laughed in between my words, refusing to let the topic go, "and when you were on my last nerve you suggested we scream it out, and we just flew down that road afterwards with no care about how dangerous it was."

I quickly noticed him start to smile again.

"And dinner with you family wasn't all that bad."

He scoffed in a sort of half-laugh kind of way, "I can believe that other shit you were spewing out just now, but that dinner was fucking horrible."

"Maybe for you, though I don't really know how your side of things went," I said hoping he'd elaborate on it.

He huffed and took a long hit from his cigarette, "You ever even try to smoke a cigarette before?", he asked avoiding the conversation.

"I don't mean to pry Billy, just your dad seemed strange to me is all. I'm just curious if he's always like that or not."

"If you can smoke a whole cigarette with me I'll sleep on the couch and you can have the bed to yourself," he said. Even if the deal was a pretty good offer, he still was avoiding the conversation.

"Ok got it, you just expect me to tell you what's wrong when I start acting off, but your just allowed to avoid the question entirely?"

What I said, must have strung a nerve withing him. He put out his cigarette and within seconds he was standing up, grabbing me by the collar of my shirt, and pinning me against the wall of the cabin.

The sudden impact with the wall left me breathless as I looked up to Billy's angry eyes.

"Is this what you want to know y/n?" he asked spitting in my face as he smoke

"What the fuck is wrong with you?", I asked trying not to focus on my now aching back.

"A lot of shit you don't even want to get me started on," he forcefully let me go and let out an aggressive scream as he began to walk off towards the lake.

"Billy where are you going?" I asked but got no response for.

I pursued him as he marched his way out towards the lake. A part of me felt bad for edging him on, but I was in the right about this. Even if it was a sore topic for him, he didn't have to be such a closed off dick about it.

He sat down at the lake's edge and I stopped to stand behind him.

"The way I held you against that wall," he said after a long awkward pause, "is the same way my dad held me when we walked outside. .all because I brought you into the house."

"I didn't kno-" he shushed me once again, and patted down next to him, signaling me to sit. "I just get so fucking angry living out here. This cow-shit smelling, hick of a town, pisses me off to a extent where you can't even begin to understand," he said as I plopped down next to him.

"Why don't you move back?"

"There's no where to move back to."

"You don't have family back there?"

"My mom," he said scoffing, "but she left me and my dad when I was just a kid."

I could tell his mom was a sore subject for him to talk about. He hung his head and fiddled with his hands as he spoke about her, even if it was just a quick mention.

I decided to get off the touchy subject, "I don't live with him everyday, but your dad is a fucking asshole."

He nodded his head, "Yeah, he is."

"Max told me he's hit you before, which I don't agree with of course. It's really fucked up."

"Yeah well she and her mom are real pieces of shitty work too."

"You don't mean that."

"Yeah I do, and you wanna know why? If it wasn't for them I'd still be in California and my dad wouldn't be as much of a fucking prick asshole," he picked up a nearby stone and threw it as hard as could, to send it skipping across the lake's surface, "He wants me to be happy or some shit that they are in my life, and he wants me to act like their my family, but they aren't. It's not my fucking job to be responsible for Max either, when she's thirteen years old and isn't even my real fucking sister."

"She's still the closest thing you have to a sister."

"Yeah well step-sibling isn't close enough.", he said looking away from me.

I sighed and leaned my head on Billy's shoulder, hoping it would calm him down. Even if it was slightly.

"Just because your dad is a piece of shit doesn't mean you have to be like him, you know? I prefer the real Billy more than the stuck up asshole version of you."

"Yeah and what's that real Billy like?" he asked, obviously still frustrated.

"The real Billy waits for me every day after school to take me home even though he knew I would refuse it."

He stayed silent but I decided to keep going anyways

"Or the Billy who surprises me with a weekend getaway," I said with a nervous laugh.

"Yeah, sure seemed to me like you hated that I brought you here," he said, sending another another stone skipping across the water.

"No actually, I think it's very sweet of you to plan this out for us. I just think it was pretty inconsiderate of you and how you went about it," I looked to him, "You did kind of go out of your way to lie to my dad about it and then blindfolded me on the way here, so I wouldn't be able to get back home."

"You really think if I asked, you would have came?"

I made sure he was looking back at me before I spoke, "Yeah Billy, I think I would have," I let out a small laugh, "Hell, then we could have thought of an excuse together for my dad."

He scoffed, "You can't be the same y/n I know. She would get a high horse from me telling her she's right," he finally smiled, but it was different than his usual. It wasn't fake, or didn't come from his ego, this smile was genuine.

"Oh, so now you're saying I was right?"

"Jesus, nevermind, your still who I thought you were."

I lightly swatted his arm in a playful manor, "Well as much as I'd love to tell you, I told you so, I'm glad you told me." I added, "At least I didn't have to slam on my brakes in the middle of a road to make you do so."

"That just proves I'm a lot less work than you."

I scoffed, "You keep dreaming Billy."

He stayed silent for a second before yanking me and himself up off the ground. Before I could react, he picked me up off my feet and carried me to the dock I had noticed before.

"Don't you fucking dare!" I yelled thrusting around in his grasp as he walked.

"Oh yeah admit you're the bigger fucking handful and I'll let you go."

"You're the one who probably spends more than half an hour fixing your hair up in the morning, and I'm the handful?!" I asked not being to help myself from laughing.

He started swinging me as if he were to throw me, but didn't fully commit. He was giving me a warning.

"Last chance, y/n!" he yelled out. I yelled out in a fearful scream, choosing that over responding to him. I grasped onto him for dear life.

"Suite yourself!" he said throwing me into the water. I tried my best to cling onto him, so at least he'd come down with me, but his strength was ten-times my own. It was nothing for him to pry me off before throwing me out.

The water hit me like icy stakes piercing my body. It's much colder in the fall compared to the summer, so I doubt the water could be anything over than sixty-five degrees.

I popped my head out of the water just in time to catch Billy throwing his shirt onto the dock, before jumping in right after me.

I got yet another round of icy cold water to the face.

Seconds later, he too sprang his head up from the surface. He immediately started to shake the water from his hair like a wet dog, and screamed out a loud 'whoo', that echoed across the vast, open lake.

Both of us were laughing as he swam over to me and my shivering body. He scooped me up and wrapped my legs around him so he could hold me.

I blushed. This was the first time he had tenderly held me, since the first day we got into this whole mess.

He came in for a kiss, interrupting my giggles.

"Hmph!", I instinctively let out as his lips came crashing onto mine.

He was hungry. Last time we kissed was a month ago when he kissed me by sheer force. With the way I was kissing back now, I'm sure even he could tell that I wanted it. I wanted it bad.

His hands explored my back as I held onto him myself with my legs. The journeyed across my shirt until they found a resting spot near my lower back.

I broke away first, and for once he actually let me. This was better than I remembered, it was good. Really good.

No matter how great it made me feel, it still didn't change the fact that the water was freezing cold and I was shivering in his arms.

I stuttered from how cold I was, "Can- Can we please go- go back onto the shore?"

He shook his head, denying my request, "Admit it."

"Billy!" I threw my head back in annoyance that he was still even on the same subject that got us into the water in the first place.

"It's your fault if we catch a cold from being out here for too long, so you better hurry it up and just admit it."

I huffed, "Ok for fucks sake Billy," I gave him a mean looked before I continued, "I can be a handful sometimes, just like everyone else, so can we please just get out of this water."

His egoist smile returned, "First one out gets to sleep in the bed," he said suddenly dropping my weight back into the water. I almost went back under, but I was half expecting him to let me go either way.

"You cheating prick!" I yelled out, but he just laughed.

Not only did he beat me to the shore, but he beat me back to the cabin to. It was quite a sight to see him in such a hurry to grab his previously striped clothes off the dock, before running back up to towards the cabin.

It made me smile how Billy reminds me of a happy toddler, who just is over themselves with excitement, when he is having fun.

I finally drug myself back up to the cabin, walking into it for the first time, soaking wet.

"Hey don't move, you're still soaked!" he yelled out from across the small cabin.

"And you aren't?" I yelled back.

I didn't receive a response till he trotted his way back over to me with folded towels wrapped up in his arms, for us to dry off with.

"What just happened out there proves I can be quick about pretty much anything," he said gloating.

"I'm sure you're right. You really are quick about everything." I said with a wink.

He scoffed, "I'm sure you'd like to know. Wouldn't you sweetheart?" he said wrapping a towel around me.

"Maybe I would," , He paused for a half a second, not expecting that sort of response. "Maybe I wouldn't. You'll sure as shit never find out," I continued after a long pause.

"Well your stuck all alone with me all weekend, I wouldn't be so quick to say that."

"Oh yeah and boost your ego? I'd rather go drown in that lake out there."

He rolled his eyes.

Billy was obviously prepared for this trip, and it was certainly no last minute decision on his part. The entire kitchen was stocked for the weekend, and the sheets on the bed had been freshly washed.

Billy even bought me a couple outfits to wear for the weekend, knowing he would take me here by surprise, leaving me no time to prep.

"You do realize how this all seems suspicious to me right?" I said finally snuggling in on the couch after drying off and changing into a silky pajama set he had bought for me.

"How so?", he said coming to sit next to me after turning on the TV across from us.

"You replaced all my clothes, I have no idea where I am, you've had this planned out for a few days at least, and there's a lake about thirty feet from this cabin for easy disposal."

"What am I? Ted Bundy?", he asked, reading my thoughts.

"You could be. I mean you totally check off all the boxes to be a serial killer." I said smirking.

"Well you're the one who said you'd rather drown than sleep with me so if your dead body ends up in the lake that's by your own doing."

I rolled my eyes, "Even if you kidnapped me into bringing me here, I still am glad to spend the weekend somewhere outside of my bedroom," I said tempted to lay my head on his shoulder.

"Is this a thank you I hear?" he said. This was pure fuel for his ego.

"Yeah, it is. Thank you."

"Guess I'll have to kidnap you more often then." he said scooting closer to me.

He and I both let out a little laugh at the wording, and I finally gave in and laid my head on his shoulder as we both looked at the TV.

All I remembered was closing my eyes for a second, but before I could stop it, I was asleep on his shoulder.

When I opened my eyes again, everything was completely dark except for the TV that illuminated us on the couch and the surrounding area.

I blinked a few times before realizing I was still on the couch, I went to stand, but there was an arm around me, that wrapped tighter when I moved.

Billy.

I froze, realizing I had carelessly fallen asleep in the arms of Billy. He groaned from my previous motion, and snuggled me tighter, as to keep me fleshed up against him.

My face was on fire, and as much as I'd like to stay here snuggling. Now that I was up, I had to piss so bad I was going to explode if didn't.

I tried my best to get out of his grasp, but he instinctively held on like how a child holds onto their favorite teddy bear.

"Billy. I need to get up," I said softly while nudging him arm.

He groaned and when I looked back at him, he was shaking his head no.

'Goddamn how is that even when he's asleep, he's still a selfish bastard.' I thought to myself.

I grabbed one of the couch pillows that fell onto the floor and held it to my chest. With my free, I began to lift Billy's arm up from my side.

When I finally had it up enough for me to get through, I quickly got up and replaced myself with the pillow.

When I got back, the lamps had been turned on, and Billy looked to me while standing before an open fridge.

"You know you woke me up the second you started moving me around yeah?" he said half asleep still.

"I had to piss and you wouldn't let me up. What was I supposed to do?," I answered. He didn't respond, only to pull out some cookies from the fridge.

"You keep cookies in the fridge?"

"They taste better cold," he said ripping apart the packaging.

I lifted myself to sit on top of the counter, next to him. I dipped my hand down to steal a cookie, so I could test his opinion out for myself. We both munched in silence as I formed my own opinion.

"Nope, tastes exactly the same," I said.

"That's cause your opinion is shit," he said still with a mouth full of cookie.

"Ha, no. Your opinion is shit, have you seen the type of women you've slept with?" I asked jokingly.

"What's that say about you then?"

"Well I haven't slept with you."

"Not yet, but your curiosity will get the better of you soon enough," he said smiling

I ruffled his bed head, "You wish."

He stood in front of me, trapping me in his arms as he placed them on the counter space on both sides of me, "What's stopping you?"

I laughed, "You're joking right?"

"Afraid not babe."

I rolled my eyes, "You do realize that the only reason you know I even exist is because I turned you down after you tried to get in my pants at some stupid party? You got all handsy with me then too."

"I touched your waist, big deal."

"That's besides the point! The point is, Billy, is that if I sleep with you, you win," I huffed.

He smirked as he leaned in closer to my face, "So that means you want to, but just won't let yourself? All because, what? I'll win?"

I blushed, "Wha? No. Did you not hear me at all?"

He forced me to look at him in the eyes by tugging at my chin, "I heard you, but I can also tell that your lying."

"I'm not lying Billy." I said with butterflies in my stomach.

"C'mon cut the shit y/n.", he said with his typical devilish grin.

If my blush wasn't noticeable before, it for sure was now.

He leaned closer to my ear and whispered, "You didn't think I'd notice how you cling onto me when I touch you, did you sweetheart?"

He ran his hand up my thigh stopping just before the edge of the silky sleep shorts he bought for me. He gave my thigh a good squeeze occasionally as he explored the surface.

It was true that his touch always sent thrills all through me, but that doesn't change how I feel on the inside. This only started, because all I was to him was another plus one to his body count.

"The only reason we talk now, is because we're friends. I know that you only wanted me for sex though when this all started, I'm not stupid." I said in a somewhat of a pouting tone, "Why would I sleep with you?"

He paused and let my chin go, "At the party, yeah, I did just want you, you looked fucking amazing," he got a sincere look on his face, "I also told you the next day how you intrigued me. You stood up to me, and I liked that a lot."

"Just because you tell me that I sexually intrigue you doesn't change anything about this, Billy."

"You got my respect then, y/n," he said, "I think your fucking sexy of course, but I liked the way you carried yourself that night. It's way different than any other bitch I've met here."

Had my whole problem really turn out to be a complete misunderstanding?

"How am I supposed to know you were being sincere then? You forced me to kiss you and coerced me into being your fake girlfriend. That's a lot of mixed signals don't you think?"

He hung his head and smiled, "y/n, I'm good enough to get anyone I want.", he said proudly admitting his ego, "but even after you ignored me, everyday, I stayed. Your the only one here in this hick town to ever earn my respect."

I felt my breath crawling its way out of my body with every word he spoke. This was not the Billy I came to know at first. This was the Billy who could finally let his guard down around me.

Though his attitude was awful and his ego was still raging, I finally could see him as a loving partner.

"Just forget it," he said backing off.

"Billy," I said grabbing his hand on my thigh before it could fully leave.

"Did you only threaten me into pretending as your girlfriend, just so you could . . . get to know me?"

"That sounds pretty fucked when you word it like that y/n."

"Yeah well that's what happened you dick, don't avoid the question."

He laughed in a nervous kind of way, "You intrigue me in all ways sweetheart, so yeah, don't get a big fucking head about it."

I was red all over.

I laughed at how he could say something so sweet, but still act like a dick at the same time. It was just the way he was, and it's what I fell for in him.

I pulled his hand to rest up on my waist before I gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"I guess you've got my interest too," I said softly, "It's not every day a guy admits he enjoys his time around me."

"Told you I was nice."

"Well, at least now you are."

I looked into his eyes, realizing he was coming in for another kiss. I snickered as I turned my head away, making him kiss my cheek instead. "I didn't give you permission for that," I said.

"Good thing I don't need it," he said as he picked me up off the counter.

"Hey! What the hell Billy?"

"I'll just take what I want, if you won't give it too me, babe," He held me with one hand so he could give a nice tap to my ass, "I'll get you begging for it, in no time."

We got into the bedroom and he didn't even bother flipping on the lights. There was still plenty enough shining in from the living room.

He threw me on the bed before pinning me down with his hands, ramming his lips into mine instantly. I tried to push against him, but it only made him force me down even harder.

Unlike last time I was pinned to a bed by Billy, I was kissing back. I couldn't resist this any longer, but the realization of that only made me angrier to be proving him right. My anger fueled the kiss even more, only adding more steam to the fire happening around us.

He freed up one of his hands to aggressively explore my body. He let his hand travel across my torso letting it rest on my ribcage for a moment. It didn't take him long to discover there was nothing being worn underneath the shirt.

"Well what do we have here?" he said breaking away from the kiss.

I blushed and turned my head away, I was in so much shock I could barely speak, "Mine- It was- The lake- It got wet." I fumbled with my words, but it still got the message across. He laughed, menacingly, before slamming his lip back onto mine.

He started exploring the new discovery, but held himself back from going over the top. He was toying with me. Teasing me.

I put my newly free hand on his cheek so I would have a deeper grasp on the kiss. I tried to move from his cheek down to his chest, so I could do my own exploring, but at the touch of his collarbone he stopped, breaking our kiss.

I hated the feeling of the cold air on my lips when he moved away, but I hated it even more that I was actually pouting about it.

"Beg me," he said

I shook my head no out of stubbornness, so he gave my thigh a good hard love tap. I let out a whimper due to the sheer unexpected force that came to me.

"Say it y/n."

"I can't- I can't." I said hiding my face with my free hand.

"Why not sweetheart?" he whispered. I stayed silent and simply held onto his wrist that pinned down my other hand.

I couldn't think straight due to all the emotions I was feeling. I was nervous, excited, and my whole body burned with lust.

I was to embarrassed to speak, but I couldn't deny the fact that I liked what was happening between us. I wondered frequently how he would be in bed, since he was always the one to bring it up. In all that time I thought about this, I never expected that I would be left so speechless.

Even in the dim light, I caught a glimpse of his cocky smile, before he flipped me over onto my stomach.

I attempted to lift my face from the bed, but he shoved it back down into the fluffy comforter with his hand.

"If you aren't going to use your mouth to talk then you don't need it at all," he said after giving me another spank to my ass. The sound echoed off the walls, luckily covering the squeal I made. "I'll just let the rest of you speak for itself."

With no struggle from my part, he lifted my shirt, exposing my whole back to him.

I tightly grasped onto the blankets as he kissed down my back, but it wasn't long till his lips got bored and he made his way further down to my shorts.

After removing those pretty quickly, he started to take off his own clothes.

"Wait- Wait, Billy," I said lifting myself weakly from the bed.

If it wasn't the sight of his bare upper body that made me blush, it was for sure going to be what I had to say, "I'm- I-"

He flipped me around the rest of the way, back onto my back. He leaned over me, letting a hand rest on my face while using the other to balance himself. "You know you talked all that shit, but you can't even speak right now. Slow down so I can understand you."

I took a deep breathe and looked at him, "I'm not on any pill," I managed out.

He laughed, "That's what your worried about right now?"

"I think it's a perfectly good thing to be worried about right now, so yes," I quickly blurted out.

"This isn't my first time you know, now I can't say the same for you, but-"

"This isn't my first time either, thank you," I interrupted.

He raised a brow, "Oh really? With how nervous you are, and how defiant you've been. I figured it was."

"No, I- This isn't new for me. Just how you are is new for me." I said speaking more quietly as I went on.

"You mean somebody with experience is new to you?" he laughed.

"I guess," I looked away, "Your very handsy."

"How could I not be? You've been keeping me waiting," I gave him a pouty stare in return.

"Careful for now, pill for next time. Ok?," he continued.

I nodded my head in agreement. I trusted him, and he's right, he does have way more experience than I have. If he says that he'll be careful, I trust him.

"Now where were we?" he said while scaling his eyes down my now exposed body.

After plenty of fore-play on both sides, he had me close to him and finally put himself into position on top of me. The embarrassment I felt from the noises I made when he started, could single handedly put me in my grave.

He completely blurred my mind after putting me through multiple rough and intense rounds.

He always kept things interesting, never letting me take it for too long in a certain position. Whether I was pressed into the bed or thrown into his lap, no matter how he was ramming into me, I held him tight.

I've never felt such an intense emotion before and quite frankly, I was addicted. I wouldn't complain when he would hastily go back in for more, even if it left me with no time to rest.

I very much so regret calling him quick at 'everything'.

He would edge me for what felt like an eternity before he would allow me to spill. He always made me wait for him, no matter how good I was feeling. I shamefully admitted how wrong I was for calling him quick, earning myself a even quicker pace at which we were going.

After hours of endless pleasure, he decided enough was enough, after seeing how utterly worn out I was. It was still dark outside, but I knew the sun would be coming up soon. I needed rest.

He pulled me in close before laying beside me on the bed. Stroking my head as I thought to myself.

Even when he wasn't ramming himself inside me, he could be so vicious and forceful, but I learned there was a reason to his extremely rude demeanor. He was only so snappy so he wouldn't ever have to confront his feelings head on.

He tries to pretend he doesn't care about anyone, but really he just wants no one to view him as weak. He was conditioned to think that way.

"How about instead of screaming matches in my car, we just do this to let out some anger," he said pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Then we'd be at this all the time," I responded rolling my eyes.

"I can shut you up again if you keep up with that attitude."

I cuddled into his chest, saying nothing in response.

"Yeah that's about what I thought," he said wrapping his arms around me.

"I thought you liked it when I stood up you," I questioned.

"Yeah, but I like it when you suck it up and just be mine as well."

"Pretend yours? Or actually yours?" I asked quietly.

He snickered, probably about how shy I was at the moment, compared to usual, "Actually mine."

"I think I'd like that too."

We both had our problems, and Billy's family life was going to for sure be a problem later, but right now I could be happy. Right now I trusted Billy.

Even though his scary and unpredictable behavior would always leave me feeling uncertain, but he's now showed me multiple times that he can normally handle things, even if its still in his own snarky matter. He showed me that I didn't have to ask him to change, that he would just do it on his own for my sake.

The weekend flew by after a days full of more intense times in bed, cooking meals together, talking about where'd we like to get jobs at for the upcoming summer, and working out with one another. He went out of his way to create a personal routine for me, so I wouldn't feel left out. I didn't expect to feel sad when it was time to head home, but I was.

It felt like Billy and I were already living our life together.

We completed our final task of packing all the leftover food into the trunk of his car, and now it was time to leave. I wistfully watched the cabin disappear from view as we drove away and began our journey of heading back to civilization.

When this started between us in the theater of Hawkins High, I was not in love with Billy Hargrove. In fact I thought he was a total dickhead. I'm not wrong though, he totally was.

Despite it, he made me feel alive. I had to tell myself, I can't fall in love with Billy Hargrove.

I laid awake at night, in my own bed, hoping I wasn't going to fall, because why would any person fall for such a self centered man.

What we had was beyond my control. I would yell out screams of frustrations till I would wake up the next day, unable to speak. I wanted to control my feelings, and I wanted to hate him, but I couldn't.

Even though I wanted to hate him, I always knew we were much more than just pretend. I knew I would inevitably fall, so once I embraced it, everything changed.

He opened himself up and I was able to see the true Billy. He was unpredictable and inconsiderate at times, sure, but he always cared for me in his own bitchy way.

He went out of his way to check up on me even if it was in a snarky tone. It was just who Billy was, and I finally understood that. I finally felt like I would be safe to care for him as well.

I can't believe I'd ever actually admit it, but I fell in love with Billy fucking Hargrove. It was clear that I was his, and he was mine.

No matter what we would have to go through, we would be each other's future.

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove smut #stranger things smut #billy hargrove angst #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #billy hargrove fanfiction

[faerie-starv]

80s Kids: Afton Kids

I've been meaning to draw my own version of the Afton kids from Five Nights at Freddy's for some time now and here they are! :3

I'm also doing the Duchess Celestia ideas challenge(50 ideas actually) and picked the second choice which is 'Look at some of your old photos and either draw them or something inspired by them'. While I have the photos, I'm not going to post them here for safety reasons but I was born in early 80s and have some memories of the era. Since the Afton kids were living in early to mid 80s era I figured they're perfect idea to draw them.

For Evan Afton aka the Crying Child from Fnaf 4(Evan is not an official name by the way but it seems to be the most popular fan name), his outfit was based on a former neighbor kid from Tuscon neighborhood in Arizona. The kid was around eight or ten years old(can't remember as I was three back then) but I do remember the shirt and shorts he was wearing when he was over along with his older sister (who was my babysitter). I don't remember how many stripes was on his shirt so I'm only guessing.

The oldest Afton kid, Michael Afton from Sister Location and Fnaf4, as much as I liked the teen Michael render with Peter Parker hair(I forgot who made it but you'll see it on Fnaf animations on YT), it doesn't seem to match up with the early to mid 80s hair style. Me and other fans think he should have a mullet hair as it was popular hairstyle in the 80s. I got inspired of Steve Harrington's mullet like hairstyle from Stranger Things and I loved it how it turned out. I also made the jacket based from Eddie Munson(also from Stranger Things) because it looks bad ass and since Michael is a rebel, I put the Metallica logo patch on his jacket. I used @adorkastock pic for a reference pose for him and Evan. https://www.deviantart.com/adorkastock/art/2021-DEJ-18-No-872493165

Lastly, Elizabeth Afton's(either middle child or youngest, I'm not sure as there's a debate over it so I'm making her a middle child) dress was based from a Simplecity sewing pack. I changed the stripe colors to pink and blue based from her original dress she wore from Sister Location(which she possess Circus Baby). The dress was pretty popular for little girls in the 80s and I had a dress similar like that(mine was light blue with flowers, I think they were small daisies, can't remember) along with my daycare mates. I found it on Etsy when I was trying to find an 80s summer/spring dress when I found it. I also gave her a Mary Jane shoes.

I am sorry that Evan's and Mike's shoes didn't turn out well as it's my first time drawing sneakers(I know it looks bad) and I didn't use any references(which I should have but oh well).

I tried to make the 80s retro back ground using a tutorial but it didn't came out the way I wanted so I just kept the bottom grid. I promise I'll try to make a better one next time as I really loved the 80s grid background.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #elizabeth afton #michael afton #evan afton #80s #stranger things #Youtube

[cadrenebula]

Prompt #27: Sole

It was just another day for this small portion of the Troupe. Just Ely, Fen, Aryn, and Ronove in Ely's apartment. Just relaxing and enjoying each other's company. Well mostly relaxing.

"Well, it's o-fish-ial," Ely crows from where she's curled into the corner of her sofa, the fire crackling merrily in the hearth. The rain beats down on the window panes and the troupe group had gathered in Ely's apartment to exist quietly with one another. "Fangs, you're formally a fin-tastic fish father." She looks smug.

Fen, reading a book on the other sofa, sighs fondly.

Aryn is groaning from where he sits near Fen drinking a cup of tea. "Seems a bit fishy to me."

"You betta believe it." Ronove smirks as he messes with his fishing kit he'd bought recently. It was better then the basic one he had started with. An his new friend was planning to teach him to make food for his fishy friends. "I dislike anchovies though, they're a little fishy."

"Maybe think about tackling jellyfish next?" Ely hums thoughtfully, "We wouldn't want them to get jelly!" She pauses at beat and then adds, seriously, "And some of them are bioluminescent, which might be pretty at night. We do like sparkly things here."

"Perch-ance," Fen pipes up, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he stares, stubbornly, at his book, "would it have krill-ed you to not start a pun war Darling?"

"Excuse you! I have no ink-ling of what you mean Fen! My puns are ex-squid-ite." Ely pouts at him.

"It's de-beta-bowl how skilled her puns are tonight." Aryn smirked as he sipped at his tea. "She takes every oppor-tuna-ty she can get."

"Needs more e-fish-ency. I'm going to need a minute to mullet over." Ronove was doing his best not to crack up laughing as he closed the fishing kit.

"Wow! Re-puffed by my own family. I sea how it is…" Ely pouts theatrically. "It would be shell-fish of me not to share in my gill-orious puns." She sniffs, "It's not my fault you two are all crabby."

"I'm not crabby at all. I'm scaling back on my puns for your sake. Some of your puns can be rather a-trout-cious." Aryn giggles as he makes sure he doesn't spill his tea.

"Don’t try to gill-t trip me." Ronove snorts as he grins with fangs on display. "Maybe you just need some more vitamin sea, Ely."

Ely makes a deeply offended noise, "I can't believe you're trouting my talent! The of-fin-se! I've obviously got you hooked on fishy puns now."

"Now, now. You're just trying to take advantage of every oppor-tuna-ty." Aryn waves a hand in a comforting motion towards Ely. "We can't help that it's just very catchy."

"I think she's the jelly one that we're catching on just for the halibut." Ronove smirks as he thinks. He was definitely feeling like this was something he would have done in his mortal life. Just having fun with puns. "I'll just throw her some hooks so she can stop floundering."

Ely glares at them, "You two think you're so so-fish-ticated, huh? I'll make you feel my wrasse, wait and sea, just when you least expect it."

"These puns are kraken me up," Fen says, absolutely deadpan, "The conversation is a bit lost at sea but at least you're pretty con-fin-dent in your improvisation skrills. Very oar-ganized too."

"Oh dear… She might be the sole survivor at this rate. We're sunk." Aryn laughs merrily. "If we live, we're going to need a minute to mullet over."

"We're not royally scrod yet. This is not the last craw. No surrender!" Ronove thrusts a fist into the air comically. "We'll snapper out of it before long. Because we're not fin-ished yet!"

"How gill-ant of you." Ely sniffs, "You're krill-ly a dab hand at this." A impish smile steals over her lips, "I guess you're just full of carp, huh?"

Aryn was glad he'd set his cup down. He couldn't resist laughing hard now. Waving a white handkerchief in the air as he laid there laughing. Clearly he was calling it quits.

"Oh, for heavens hake! He's drowning now. He's such a Paci-fish-t he couldn't handle it anymore. Done in by the squidding around we're doing. Should we have mercy on him or make him walk the plankton?" Ronove reaches over to poke Aryn's side as the viera is too busy laughing.

"Hmmmm…" Ely taps her chin thoughtfully, "I think we should be ab-sole-lutely sure he's really schooled, you know? We're piranha roll now and we should make sure he's not just playing koi. Make sure he's not throwing us a red herring."

"I think we've reached the fin-ale." Ronove smirking at Aryn laying there holding his sides. "He definitely seems fin-ished. And I think I've clownfished enough that I'm running out of puns myself. I'm out of practice."

Ely pouts, "I see how it is! Now that I've mussel-ed up and you two can no longer bubble-team me you've decided to shrimp out…"

Ronove chuckles and shrugs. "You win this round? I'll prepare better for the next round and then we'll see what you're aboat."

Ely sighs and tips side ways, like a maiden in a Thorne Period novel, "I guesssssss."

"You three are ab-sole-lutely hilarious." Fen hums, lips quirking in amusement, "I had a whale of a time, though I thought I might have to coral you a few times, but you stayed octo-mistic about your abilities and powered through to the fin-ish. I'm very proud of you."

Ronove snorts before sticking his tongue out at Ely and Fen both. "Apparently Fen just had to fin-ish us off. Hook, line, and sinker. I think I need more tea now."

#FFxivWrite 2023 #FFxivWrite #Prompt 27 #Prompt Sole #Please enjoy the Fish Pun War #Or suffer it lol #Whichever :D #About Ronove #About Aryn #Ely helped me with this one since I am terrible at coming up with THIS many puns #The Blue Moon Troupe #What happens when the four of them are bored and trapped inside cause of rain #Friend decided to help my lousy night with amusing fish pun shenanigans #Cause my neck is giving me a killer headache atm

[enbyleighlines]

Leigh plays Tellius prt 8

It's time to get everybody's favorite racist uncle Shinon back on our side! I only had to restart this map once, and it was because I forgot to bring Volke to open the chests. Otherwise, it was pretty smooth sailing.

Never change, Ike.

There he is... I honestly have such conflicted feelings about Shinon. He's one of those characters that I hate as a person, but at the same time, I appreciate him as a character. He adds a very important element to the Greil Mercs, in that he creates conflict, because he's an instigator by nature, like in the beginning when his values conflict with Titania's. Plus, the Greil Mercs call themselves a family, and you can't have a family without at least one racist asshole, right?

And okay, yes, his relationship with Rolf is cute. Apparently his support conversations with Janaff are really interesting, but I've never read them. Maybe I should do that sometime.

I don't plan on using Shinon in PoR, though. Rolf has exceeded my expectations, so he's going to remain my one and only archer. I'll probably use Shinon in RD, though, at least in part 3. I doubt I'll be bringing him to endgame, but we'll see.

Shinon said "give it your best shot" and Ike said "okay" and killed him with a critical hit on the first try.

I love this little contest these two set up, and I also love how we never hear about the conclusion, because we all know who came out on top in that 1v1 fight. And I just love Ike's growing confidence!! He's really growing into his role. This interaction is such a contrast from that battle in chapter 4.

Ahhh!! The confrontation between Soren and Nasir!!! This scene always hurts me to read.

I know that Nasir apologizes to Ike, but I believe he also owes Soren an apology for this. Threatening to out Soren if Soren doesn't agree to look the other way? That's so cruel. Nasir, I love you, but wtf.

Fuck, I always forget how dumb Homasa looks. At first glance, it looks like he has short hair, but no, his hair is actually long in the back. Like, what is that supposed to be? A mullet? Why doesn't the hair from the top flow into the hair that goes down his neck? Why does it look like he has two separate hairstyles going on at the same time? The game wants me to be intimidated by this high-crit rate swordmaster, but then they make him look like this.

Jill and Mist's A support! I know I said I wanted the Mist and Boyd A support, and I am going to do that in RD, but I decided to go with this support in PoR. Why did I make this choice? I guess I was paranoid about Jill deserting, even though I know she doesn't unless you have her talk to her father.

Anyway, I know Mist is saying this because of her own issues regarding her recently deceased father, but man. Knowing what I know about Ashnard, this line hits different.

Why are mandolin and manicotti the two first words that come to Ike's mind? I had to google what manicotti was. Apparently it's a type of Italian pasta.

Reading this conversation, I was struck by how closely the laguz's approach to leadership aligns with Ashnard's whole philosophy about strength determining a person's worth. I wonder if this inspired or at least influenced Ashnard's worldview at some point? Perhaps it was something that he discussed with Almedha, back before their friends with benefits situationship turned sour.

The major difference, I think, is that laguz society don't expect obedience from its people. If they think the leader is worthy, then they will follow. Or so Ulki seems to imply. I wonder what happens when an unfavorable leader becomes king?

Hmmm... much to think about.

Anyway, that is part 8 over and done with. Next, I need to get the knight ring from Naesala.

#leigh plays tellius #fire emblem path of radiance #path of radiance #fe9 #tellius

[smallfryscrustycan0fpa1nt]

Sweet like bubblegum

Georgie cooper x Tomboy

the character is not official and all but if this gets more likes then i'll make the character official and make some Chapters, probably an enemies to lovers but the enemy is engaged. (if ykyk)

N/N = no name because they're not official.

As the warm sun hit my skin I remembered what day it was, signing up for Baseball tryouts. I groaned and got out of the guest bed, I wasn't home because my parents were away and didn't have time to take care of me so I moved in with my older drunk brother instead but he also didn't have time for me so I had to take care of myself, I put some of his old clothes, some red shoes, and my favorite baseball cap on. Once I was ready I came out the room and saw him and his friends asleep on the couch with beer bottles scattered everywhere "Diego?....Diego! Wake up, you have to take me to school!" I yelled, he woke up with his friends all wide eyed until they noticed me "what do you want? N/N?" he asked, barely able to stay awake as his friends groaned "you and me are both late for school! Get up!" he groaned and pushed me away "I get it I get it lets go!" he said as he got up "but what about breakfast?" I asked as I grabbed my baseball and bat "We'll get some donuts now lets go!" I looked back at his friends who were already sound asleep not caring that they were gonna be late. Diego shoved me into the backseat of his Chevy Impala coupé lowrider, We stopped at a donut shop and got some donut holes, while Diego got a chocolate one and ate it in two bites. As we arrived to my school he took off my cap and ruffled my hair "see you later N/N." I pushed his hand away and left with my backpack and immediately went inside and found a paper that said baseball tryouts, I signed it and ran to my first class. Since I was new and it was my second day we had to sit in assigned seats this time for some reason, I realized I sit next to a boy who had mullet hair and was wagging his pencil around as he looked out the window, then his eyes met mine, I looked at him confused before sitting down and grabbing my note and doodling before class started. The teacher then spoke "Ok kids, we have a test today, now I want you to try you're best this time, and dont try to cheat, trust me. I have eyes on the back of my head." she turned around and grabbed some slips of paper, handing them out to what I just realized was a little boy, I was shocked and confused but didn't make a comment, once they gave me my paper and the test had started the boy leaned over to look at my answers, I looked at him and he looked at me "You know the answer to number one?" he asked with his texian accent "I'm just as confused as you." I told him, he shrugged and asked "You a boy?" I looked at him confused, before frowning and saying "No." he looked at me confused and asked "Then why you dressed like one?" I looked at him and rolled my eyes "I just like it..." I mumbled as I doodled on the desk "you're one of them oddballs aren't you?" he kept asking me too many questions that I could smell his nasty breath, I groaned and looked at him "whats makes me an oddball then?" I asked as he looked up and down at me "Well, y' dress like a boy even though you're a girl." he said until the teacher called him out. "Georgie, I see you. This is your first strike." she said before she kept reading, so that was his name...Georgie? I continued guessing and answering random questions until I was done. "

Once the bell rang I immediately ran out to my next class, hoping to get away from him, for the next few days he's been making jokes and teasing me nonstop, but I had made it into a baseball team and I was proud of myself. And I won my first game but with that dickhead bothering me, I punched him in the face that day and he tried punching me back "do that and i'll do something you wont like." I told him, he looked at me and laughed "oh yeah?" he asked as he held a piece of bubblegum, I then kissed him on the lips and took his bubblegum away from his hand, he stood there shocked and i left and put the bubblegum in my mouth, washing away the terrible taste.

#SoundCloud #georgie cooper #tomboy #young sheldon #oc? maybe #enemies to lovers #bubblegum #1980s #Spotify

[thetragicallynerdy]

Got my hair cut not by myself for the first time in 4.5 years! I am happy with it! The hairdresser was a very nice lesbian who asked my pronouns, talked my ear off in a good way, and was generally very fun. I do think that I'll probably just try and trim the long bits of my hair next time around, but I'm glad I went.

That said - holy fuck hair salons are sensory hell lmao. Between the noise, the talking, it being a brightly lit salon, and trying to watch someone through a mirror without my glasses, I was so tired when I got home that I had to nap for over an hour. A good reminder that I still have a brain injury I guess 😂

Anyway my hair is a much more defined mullet now and I gotta shower to see how it lays when it's not done by someone else but I'm glad I went in