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slicznymartwy · 8 months

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I’m not sure if your comfortable with it, but if it’s alright, can I request Billy Lenz and the reader (established relationship) having some sort of conversation on his past and the reader comforting him?

this one is rlly sad im sorry :(( this is mostly hc since i've only ever watched the original 1974 film, so idk if this lines up with the canon from the other movies. from what i know about it, i think it's similar. no mention of agnes in this warning: sa of a minor mention, please do not read if that bothers you. also, reader insert was abused/beaten by their mom. very sad take care of yourselves please

☾⋆⁺₊ billy lenz x gn!reader

Night fills your bedroom and coats itself on the floors and walls, except for where the yellow streetlamp spills in past your curtains. Sparing a glance to the alarm clock on your bedside table, you see the time is so late it could already be considered early.

Still, you can’t think about sleep; not when Billy is laying beside you and the house is blissfully empty, two things so rare that it almost seems serendipitous. You’re not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so you keep staring at the ceiling and let the warmth of his body radiate into yours.

“Billy,” you whisper into the quiet room. “Are you asleep?”

You can hear him grunt and squirm beside you, and you feel bad for waking him. It wasn’t often he got a full night’s rest on a bed, and you knew for a fact that there was no mattress in the attic. There were only so many chances to have Billy and the house all to yourself, though, and you don’t want to squander it.

“Billy,” you say again, nudging him with your foot.

He grunts again, but it sounds more cognisant than before. He reaches over himself to pat your arm, almost like he’s quieting down a noisy cat, and you can feel his hand trail down to your own. His palm covers the back of your hand, and he threads his fingers in between yours, curling them down together.

It’s a gesture so sweet that you’re tempted to let him fall back asleep. There’s no helping your addiction to him, though, and you tighten your fingers on top of his.

“I’m not tired,” you say with a pout. “I wanna talk.”

This time, Billy groans, low and long. You think it might be out of annoyance, but you can feel him stretching out beside you, straightening his long legs underneath the covers. He huffs when he’s done, eyes blinking open.

You love his pretty eyes, an orangey amber that you were always getting lost in, no matter how unsettling they could be. It always felt like he was staring into you, like he could see the marrow in your bones.

You loved his intensity. It made you feel alive when the rest of the world was tired and grey.

“Hi,” you say, reaching over with you unoccupied hand to touch his jaw. “I didn’t ask before. How was your day?”

He’s quiet for a long time, and you wonder if he can fall asleep with his eyes open, but then he says, “Bad.”

The word hangs in the air. Billy’s face gives up nothing, a blank page with no words of his own to say. You frown and pull your hand back from his face to rest on your own chest. The other stays in his hold, neither of you willing to let go.

“I’m sorry. Do you want to talk about it?” you ask, although it doesn’t surprise you when Billy shakes his head against your pillow.

“Okay.” You squeeze against his fingers again, pulling gently on his arm so that it rested more heavily on top of you. The bedroom air is quiet, but your mind continues to race. It’ll be good for him to get it off his chest, you tell yourself.

“Is it something old or something new?”

He thinks about your words for a while, but then you hear him mutter, “Old.”

“Bad memories?” you ask, looking back at him. He blinks at you, then nods.

“I get bad memories, too.” You lean against him slightly, and glance up at the ceiling. “From when you were a kid?”

This time, Billy shrugs. You know you shouldn’t push him, but your heart aches to see him hurt and to not have the rememdy.

You turn around and let go of him for only a moment. You search for his hand again, this time with the opposite one to press your hands together, palm to palm. Your fingers entwine so easily, so naturally, that it makes your heart ache.

Maybe he just needs to know he’s not alone in whatever bullshit he’s had to endure in his life. Maybe it will help to know that you have bad memories too.

“My mom used to hit me,” you admit quietly. You stare at the way your hands mesh together, with your nails polished and Billy’s own chewed up. “She used to take my stepdad’s belt and hit me with it. Used to just be the leather part, but then she would swing the buckle at me too. She broke a tooth, but it was just a baby one. My adult teeth grew in alright.”

You keep your voice casual as you speak, because facts are facts, and there’s no reason to get upset about something you can’t change anymore. Besides, you reminesce about your childhood so infrequently that it feels like it all happened to another person.

You remember the beatings like you’re watching it happen to someone else – something else, because you don’t feel bad for them when they can’t sit at school because of the welts on their ass. You don’t bat an eye when their mom has to take them to the doctor to reset their broken nose.

“Bitch,” Billy spits out from beside you, and you have to laugh at the venom dripping in his voice.

“I don’t talk to her anymore,” you tell him, smiling sadly. You glance at him, but it’s hard to look at the mean look on his face. It probably isn’t for you, but your mind is traitorous and too sensitive.

Even worse, Billy could be mad on your behalf. No, you can’t think about that either, not when you’ve spent so long pretending that it didn’t really happen.

“Anyways. All that to say, I know what it’s like, having bad memories. You don’t have to tell me, just… I’m here for you,” you say, running your thumb along his hand where they’re still locked together.

“Want to,” he mutters, voice croaking unnaturally as he speaks in his own voice.

Quietly, you release his hand and instead wrap yourself around him, laying partially on top. He lets out a heavy sigh as you settle, with your arm coming up to rest by his head and your same-side leg resting over his hips. He watches the ceiling, and you watch his face from where you lay your ear to his chest

“Bad billy. Disgusting,” he mutters, and you pet his cheek with the back of your hand.

“I don’t think so.” You keep your voice careful and quiet, but he sighs and its agitated. Pent up memories start to overfill, and you can see it on his face.

“Mommy,” he starts, but his voice breaks and he coughs to clear his throat. “Mom. Fucking hate her. I hate her. Stupid fucking slut. She’s disgusting. Not me. Not Billy.”

You take your hand away from his face, watching how his expression continues to contort, mixing between anger and disgust and fear. It wrenches your heart in your chest.

“You’ve been so good, Billy. You’re not disgusting.”

“I hate her. I hate her,” he chants again. “Oh, Billy! Shut up!”

When he says his own name, it sounds like a feminine moan. You almost don’t understand, but the implication dawns on you only a moment later. It’s not difficult to piece it all together: his rage, the names he calls himself, the moan. You feel sick.

“Hey, we can stop,” you try gently, but Billy either doesn’t hear you or doesn’t want to stop.

“No one needs to know, Billy. Be a good boy.” You can’t look at his face anymore, the ugly way it scrunches up hurts you down to you core. Guilt claws at you from inside, and you wish you knew the right thing to say but you don’t. The truth, you decide, is enough for now.

“I hate her, too,” you tell him, and it sounds a little wet. You don’t let yourself cry, but your heart breaks for a younger Billy, afraid and confused.

“That’s my mom,” he says. You don’t know what he’s trying to convey when he says that – if he wants you to pity her, or if he’s sharing his betrayal with you. He whines, a painfully soft noise that gets trapped in his throat.

Gently, carefully, you card your fingers through his hair where you can reach, and you kiss his shoulder.

“She’s gone. She can’t hurt you anymore,” you tell him, although you don’t know if it’s true. You do know that, as long as you’re by his side, there’s no way you’ll let that woman touch him again.

“I wish I could kill her,” he says through clenched teeth. His voice is thick, like he might be crying. You can’t bare to look. Billy’s grief melts into you like it’s thermodynamics, heat into cold, and you can only hope that you can take some of his and ease his mind.

“How would you do it?” you whisper, pressing your hand over his hammering chest.

“Cut… cut her head off. Smash it like a pumpkin. Oh, Billy! Good boy, Billy. Shut up!” His voice breaks when he shouts. He coughs, then gasps for air, his breath shaking as he fights against the tightenness in his throat. “I’ll turn her teeth into pumpkin seeds,” he snarls.

Without warning, you move yourself to lay completely on top of him, pressing against his body with your body weight. He groans, and you’re sure you must be squishing him, but he doesn’t complain. In fact, his arms come up around you, hooked under your arms and pressing you against him with his hands at your shoulders.

“I’ve got you,” you tell him, pressing your face against his neck. “You’re okay now. It’s just us in here. Just me and you.”

“I hate her,” he whimpers again. “I hate her. I hate her.”

You don’t say anything, because you don’t think there are any words that could possible take away his hurt without also being a complete lie. Underneath your body, you can feel Billy start to relax, grounded back to reality from the rotten memories playing in his head.

“I’m sorry today was a bad day. We can have a good one tomorrow,” you say. It’s an impossible thing to promise, but you mean it like one. You’ll make sure Billy has a good day, whether fate wants it or not.

“Okay,” he murmurs. “I’ll kill your mom too.”

“Thank you,” you say. You kiss his temple, and he leans into your lips.

a/n: reblogs and replies are really appreciated

#billy lenz #black christmas (1974)#billy lenz x reader #slasher x reader #₊*. ⋆༘ — requests #i'm sorry if the pov changes anywhere accidentally #please ignore if i accidentally left in a 1st person pov mention i think i fixed most of it #if not .. forgive me pls #i shouldnt admit this but ive been messing around on c.ai #but its the worst thing ever idk why people rave about it #writing ur own fanfic >>>>>#its such a waste of time refreshing for a better response #when i know what i want them to say .. its just letting people be lazy #i want to shake everyone using it and tell them to just write their own stuff #its so much more rewarding #anyways i am ovulating and thinking about cod men .. its a terrible curse idk why i let this happen

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burningblake · 1 year

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Chenford + you matter more (Post 5.12)

She falls back on her pillow, breathless and feeling as light as a feather. She tries to remember the last time she's felt this perfect after sex and her thoughts turn empty.

Tim rolls on top of her again, placing both his arms at either side of her head and leaning in to take her lips in yet another kiss. For a moment all she can hear is the deep breath she takes and their lips smacking, all she can feel is her chest arching into his.

He pulls back only a few inches and looks into her eyes. She places her palm softly on his cheek and he leans into it, leaving a soft kiss on her wrist. She stares at him, not remembering ever being loved like that. Ever loving someone like that.

His other hand slides down her thigh and she can't believe she wants more already. She arches her knee at his touch and hears a low sound deep in his throat.

They end up having two more rounds.

In the morning, she wakes up with her head propped on his chest, his arm around her, tangled with her hair. She only half-opens her eyes, closes them and smiles, a content sound coming from deep in her throat, rasped from the rawness of the morning. She shifts her legs and adjusts herself better into the shape of his embrace. He moves as well under her weight and she realizes that he is awake.

Her smile turns into a grin and as she turns her head upwards, it's reflected on his own lips. His eyes are half-open and raw from sleep. She props herself on her elbows and crawls upwards, so that her gaze levels his, her hair falling all over. His hands readjust onto her waist to support her new position.

"Good morning," she whispers.

His eyes become glazed. He lifts a little off the mattress and places a peck on her lips. "Good morning. Sleep well?"

"Like a bird. Though I could wish for a few more hours."

He smiles. "Me too."

She lifts her eyebrow. "Really? Cause you didn't seem exhausted at all last night."

His smile broadens. "You, on the other hand, were pretty exhausted."

She tilts her head in question.

"You snored," he explains.

Her eyes widen. "Did not!"

"You did. It was pretty loud."

She catches the playful light in his eyes and pokes him.

"You're a lying liar who lies!"

"Ow!" he mouths.

She tilts her head and flicks her eyebrows at him. He gives her an incredulous gaze before, suddenly, starts tickling her. She squeals and then starts giggling, as he rolls her over onto the mattress and climbs on top of her.

"Tim!" she yells amidst laughing.

When he stops, they're left staring into each other's eyes, their expression slowly turning sober. His gaze falters to her lips and she really wants to spend the rest of the morning rolling under the covers with him, but for one thing, she must have a bad breath, and for another, these few minutes is all she's going to have today to continue their discussion from yesterday. Because yes, there was no sense in arguing about it last night, when other, more essential needs demaned fulfilling. But now that the thirst is quelled a little, she wants to raise the subject again.

"Tim?" she starts.

He sees the seriousness in her eyes and inches backwards. "Something wrong?"

"Look, I know how much this job matters to you, and you might not realize it now, but you're going to resent me later, when—"

She's interrupted by his finger landing on her lips.

"Shhh," he says. "You matter more."

She can't help the smile that teases her lips, but she won't lose the argument yet.

"But—" she mumbles.

"Lucy, it's not going to be permanent. Besides, it might be a good change in pace for me to have a less stressful position for a while. It's been long since I've had a vacation from patrol."

She stays silent, waiting for him to lift off his finger. As soon as he does, she fires on.

"You are such a bad liar! We both know that you hate desk jobs. No, wait—" she puts her palm up, as he opens his mouth to protest. "It's going to be worse if you try to hide your true feelings about this just so you don't upset me. If we want this to work, we'll have to promise to be open about how we feel and not lie to each other."

Tim sighs.

"Promise me," she insists, pressing her palm on his chest.

Tim covers her fingers and nods. "I promise."

"Well?"

He rolls his eyes. "Alright, I admit that it's not my dream job, but baby, it doesn't matter. I don't care as long as I get to be with you."

She's lost all her power in this argument the minute he called her that term of endearment.

Her lips press into a smile. "Did you just call me baby?"

He grins. "Yeah."

She gives him a flirty look. "I kinda liked it."

His grin broadens and for a moment, her eyes are lost in the love she sees in his expression. She doesn't remember ever seeing him happy like this. And it still feels surreal to her that she's the reason behind it.

Tim's expression slowly sobers up as he leans into her ear and whispers, "You matter more, baby."

(masterlist)

#thanks!! been meaning to write a morning-after scene for 5.12 hehe #chenford #the rookie #chenford fanfic #tim x lucy #replies #anonymous #too soon to call her baby?#to all the people who've left prompts in my inbox i see you and i appreciate you #sorry for my turtle speed in fulfilling them but I promise I'm not ignoring you <3

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the-marauders-are-ghosts · 6 months

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my brain: if you stay around people who only wanted to see you burn you will expect to spend your life engulfed in flames.

Me: SHUT UP IM TRYING TO SLEEP ITS FUCKING FOUR AM!!!!!!!!

#ignore me i'm having a moment #sorry #childhood #thats a bit sad #fanfic #ignore me im insane #oopsie #ignore me im tired #girlhood #marauders #ignore me im venting #solangelo #archive of our own #jegulus #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #oops i did it again

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legolasghosty · 9 months

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“How come you always end up under my blanket?” and “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” for willex 🥺

HI HELLO PLEASE IGNORE THE FACT THAT THIS ASK IS FROM NEARLY 6 MONTHS AGO! ENJOY!

Alex hesitates for a moment, then uses his key to let himself into his dorm room. He's been keeping his distance for the last couple of days, since his roommate has the flu. Willie had offered to let Alex have their dorm when he first threw up the other day, but Alex had immediately refused. No way was he going to make his roommate move while they were running a 101-degree fever. So he's crashed at Reggie and Bobby's place the last two nights.

However, he's starting to worry about his roommate. Well, his friend. Maybe his best friend. Or second best, Reggie is hard to beat in that department. And... okay yes, he definitely has a crush on Willie. But that isn't the point. The point is that he cares about Willie and wants to make sure he's okay. At first, Willie had been responding to his texts and repeating that he should stay away. They didn't want Alex to catch the flu too. But Willie hasn't responded in like 8 hours. Alex is done waiting around.

Alex takes a deep breath and turns the key in the lock. The dorm room is dark, the lights off and the curtains drawn over the window. At first, Alex isn't sure that Willie is even there. Their bed is a mess of blankets and twisted sheets, but seems to be empty. The whole room smells sick. Alex heads for the window, figuring he might as well air the room out while Willie is... somewhere else. But a groan distracts him before he gets there.

He turns around to find his roommate curled up in his own bed. Willie's dark hair, usually shiny and wild, is splayed limply over Alex's light grey pillowcase. Their broad shoulders are bare except for the corner of Alex's light pink comforter. Half of the blanket hangs off the side of the bed. His legs are sweaty and twisted up in the top sheet.

In short, Willie looks awful. And also happens to be in Alex's bed.

"Who's'ere?" Willie mumbles, shifting in what looks like an attempt to sit up.

"It's just me," Alex says quickly. He shoves aside the thoughts of Willie being in his bed in... a different situation. Oh gosh no, NOT like that. Just, like... curling into Alex's side, falling asleep in each other's arms, waking up to their breath against his cheek. Ugh, Alex seriously had to do something about those daydreams, this was getting ridiculous.

"'lex?" Willie slurs, blinking. "What're you doing here? You're gonna get sick."

"I mean, you're the one in my bed," Alex points out before he can stop himself. Oh gosh, really? That's what he said?

To Alex's surprise, Willie giggles. "Your bed? This is my bed."

"Uhhh, pretty sure it's not," Alex says slowly. "I've definitely been sleeping there since we moved in."

"Well how come you always end up under my blankets then?" Willie retorts. "My blankets wouldn't be on your bed, so this is my bed."

Alex stares at his roommate for a second. Do they really not realize they're on Alex's bed? Under his blankets? "Um, what was your fever last time you checked?" he asks.

"Like 103, why?" Willie responds, swaying back and forth a bit as he tries to sit up.

"Okay no, lay back down." Alex hurried to Willie's side and helped him settle on the pillows. His pillows. He rests the back of his hand against Willie's forehead. "Willie, you're burning up," he says softly. "You need to keep resting."

Willie sighs. "I know. I just don't wanna. Don't like being cooped up."

They roll onto their side, pulling the blankets up around his shoulders. Alex wants to hug him, hold him close till he feels better. But that would kind of defeat the whole quarantine idea, cause he would definitely get sick if he did that.

"You didn't answer my question," Willie adds after a moment. "Or... I don't think you did? What are you doing here?"

Alex hesitates, then goes with the truth. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay."

The tired little smile Willie gives him melts his heart a bit. "You're really sweet, Lexi, you know that?" Willie mumbles. "The sweetest. Probably taste better than ice cream if I kiss you."

Their eyelids are already drooping as the words escape their mouth. That's probably for the best since Alex's face is turning bright red. Kissing Willie... wouldn't that be the dream. But Willie is running a crazy fever right now. It probably doesn't mean anything... right?

He tucks the blankets in around his roommate and takes out some of the dirty dishes to wash. Regardless of his crush, he cares about Willie. And he's gonna take care of him as best he can.

Within reason. Alex refuses to get the flu for the fourth year in a row.

(Thank you for the Ask, Shelly. I'm so sorry it took so long!!!!)

#legolas tag #Alex later mentions this conversation to Willie #who is like #dangggg feverish me has GAME #and then Alex is like #wait whaaa?#And Willie is like #yeahhhhhhh I maybe wanna kiss you but like it's chill I'm okay #and that's how they start dating #this is a disaster of a fic #I'm sorry #ignore me #julie and the phantoms #jatp fanfic #jatp #willex #alex mercer #willie jatp

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slusheeduck · 7 months

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Fictober 2023 Prompt: "It's not too late, let's go." Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

“You know, I can’t help but feel a little left out.”

Gale didn’t jump, at least, and he was quite proud of himself for that. But the little jolt and shiver from being snuck up on—by a vampire no less—just couldn’t be avoided. Astarion, on the other hand, looked casual as anything, absently fiddling with his telescope.

“I’d love to know what I’m leaving you out of,” Gale said, shutting his book.

“Well, my bunk’s right across from yours, so don’t think I missed your little light show with our fearless leader. Reaching into the Weave or whatever it is you call it.” Astarion sent him a pointy grin. “So why does he get magic lessons, and the rest of us don’t?”

There’s no good way to answer this. Luckily, Gale was spared a sputtered out reply as Astarion continued.

“Why, did you ever consider that I might want to learn magic?”

Gale squinted at him as he set his book aside. That’s the thing he was finding with Astarion—it was very difficult to figure out how much he said was just to rile people up, and how much was genuine. Falerin managed quite well with him, given the looks they’d been giving each other, but Gale? Even before his self-imposed year of isolation, reading people had never been his strong suit, and the tadpole really should be helping more than it was.

“Well, you seem to have a good grasp on what you do know,” he finally said. “You know the basics, clearly, and I…well, I’ll be honest, I just assumed this sort of thing wouldn’t interest you.”

Astarion’s hand paused on the telescope, red eyes narrowed as they met Gale’s gaze. “Because you think I’m stupid.”

“What? No! I-I never…what would make you think I…?”

“Oh, it’s not personal. You probably think everyone here is stupid. Here you are, Gale of Waterdeep, big-shot wizard with your plush tower waiting for you. And you’re stuck with us peons while we search for a cure.” Astarion pushed the telescope, sending it spinning. “I know your type. I’ve lured plenty just like you back to Cazador. Perhaps not with your taste in magic items, but deep down, you’re the same.”

“Astarion.” The name came out much sterner than Gale meant it to, and that seemed to give the elf pause. “I don’t think anyone here is stupid, including you. I’ve seen you be plenty cunning, and that requires no small amount of intelligence.”

Astarion’s eyes darted over him, looking for the lie. He swallowed after a moment, then looked back at the telescope. “I really was a magistrate, you know,” he said, voice softer and missing the venom from just a moment before. “Yes, I may have had some help getting there, but that was still very impressive for an elf of my age. And I took it seriously! Too seriously, even, considering that’s how I…wound up like this.” He let out a long breath through his nose, falling silent.

Gale chewed the inside of his lip as he crossed his arms, thinking of the best way to respond. This, he knew, was deeper than just wanting to learn about magic, or even just being clever. But unless he was going to do a dive into Astarion’s mind—which, from experience, was decidedly not a pleasant way to share information—there was no way to tell how he should respond.

“Then let me show you how to reach into the Weave,” he finally said. “You’re able to do it, same as Falerin and I did. It just takes some instruction, and I am more than glad to give it.” He stepped up to stand beside him. “After all, it’s not too late, let’s go. Give it a try.”

A strange look crossed Astarion’s face, like he was caught between surprise and suspicion. His pale brows drew together, and he looked for a moment as though he was going to accept the offer. But instead, he scoffed with a haughty little toss of his head.

“Some of us got our arses handed to us by a pack of kobolds earlier today, so I’m afraid I’ll have to decline,” he said. He once again locked his eyes on Gale’s; this time, though, there was no calculation or suspicion. Just…relief. “But another time, maybe.”

“Just say the word.”

Astarion gave him a little smirk just on the edge of being a real smile, then adjusted the telescope back to where it was before. “Sleep well, Gale,” he said breezily as he turned to head back to his camp. “I’ll let you know if we find any tasty items while we’re out tomorrow.”

Gale puffed out a laugh, then shook his head as he went to pick up his book. Look at that, he was getting people skills. Well, vampire skills. He’d have to tell Tara about this when he got home.

Fictober 2023 Drabble Master Post

#fictober23 #gale of waterdeep #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #I'M SORRY FOLLOWERS THIS IS THE SAME FIC AS EARLIER I PUT THE WRONG TAGS #PLEASE IGNORE IF YOU'VE ALREADY SEEN THIS #fanfic #drabble

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alex-just-vibing · 11 months

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Hcs on Solar System finding Kel crying by himself? (With him obviously denying the claim and telling them that he's fine)

ooh, I actually had a fic idea in my head kinda like that! (not solar system, but baseball bat. but I can change a few things)

This is less headcanons and more just word vomit/a pseudo-fic lol (under read more for the benefit of everyone here lol) Cuz I know I wouldn't be able to rest until I got this out of my head now (thanks a lot anon /lhj)

Sunny, Basil, and Aubrey were walking through the streets of Faraway Town, looking for the last person they needed to complete their group. They were hoping to find somewhere to just hang out at, whether that be one of their houses or somewhere else, like the park, Hobbeez, or maybe Gino's, but they didn't want to do it without Kel.

He wasn't at his house, and when they asked his mother where he was, she told them that he'd just gone for a walk. They thanked her, and she said to them, as she always does when they stop by, that they're welcome there anytime.

After stopping by his house, the three of them decided to check the park to see if he had stopped there while on his walk. He wasn't there either. Aubrey suggested checking their secret hangout spot, and the other two agreed that it wouldn't hurt to try.

None of them were particularly expecting him to be there, but when they walked past the trees into the area, they saw Kel sitting on an old picnic blanket. He was hugging his knees to his chest, and his forehead was pressed against his knees. His face wasn't visible from where the three others stood, but it was obvious something was wrong.

Aubrey was the first to approach him. She walked up to him and kneeled next to him. He didn't seem to notice her.

"Is everything okay, Kel?" she asked. She then saw the tears streaming down his face and facepalmed mentally. Of course he's not okay, what kind of question is that? She can't recall the last time she saw him cry...

Kel turned his head to look at her, before smiling weakly. "I-I'm fine!" He brought his hand to his face and wiped at his tears. More fell, replacing the ones he wiped away. "Don't worry about me!"

Sunny and Basil had also walked over to him. Sunny sat down next to him, as did Basil. Sunny gently grabbed Kel's hand.

"No, Kel." Sunny's voice was firm, but caring. "You aren't 'fine.' And that's okay." He squeezed Kel's hand slightly.

Basil cautiously placed one arm over Kel's shoulder. He leaned his head slightly against Kel's shoulder. "We love you Kel. A lot. We want to be here for you, the same way you always are for us."

Kel shook his head at their words. "I'm... I'm fine, really! You don't need to worry about me..." His voice was shaky and broken up by sniffles. He continued trying to wipe away his tears, but they just kept flowing.

Aubrey pulled him into a hug, not saying anything just yet. She let his head rest against her chest, and she placed a gentle kiss on the top of his head.

Basil moved closer to Kel, leaning against him to hopefully be a comforting presence for him. He turned to fully hug Kel, and he buried his face in Kel's shoulder. Kel in turn moved his face to rest in Basil's hair.

Sunny scoots closer, so that he could be sitting right next to Kel. Sunny didn't let go of his hand while moving, and once he settled into a comfortable position, he squeezed Kel's hand again.

"I'm sorry." Kel's voice was barely above a whisper. "I... I didn't mean to worry you guys..." When he spoke, his voice broke, then trailed off into a near-silent sob.

"It's okay, Kel," Sunny reassured him, and he rubbed his thumb over Kel's knuckles. "You're allowed to cry. Just let it all out. We aren't going anywhere."

The four of them sat in a comfortable silence, which was only broken by the occasional sob from Kel. After a good few minutes, Kel's crying seemed to slow, then eventually stop.

Basil noticed that Kel had stopped crying, and he was the first to speak. "Kel... Would you want to talk about why you were upset..?" His tone carried genuine concern and love.

Kel paused for a moment, before shaking his head. "No... Not right now..."

Sunny nodded. "Okay. We'll be here for you whenever you're ready." The other two nodded in agreement, all three of them smiling warmly at Kel.

"Now, weren't we planning to hangout?" As she spoke, Aubrey started to stand up, and she extended her hands to help the other three up. Basil and Sunny stood up first, then all three of them pulled Kel up.

Kel smiled, chuckling lightly as he was pulled up. "That sounds nice... How about a sleepover at my place?"

#as you can tell I Suck at Writing 👍#how the hell am I in honors ELA with this shit smh #might clean this up and post on ao3 later idrk #ignore any mistakes it's midnight for me sorry lol #also if anyone wants to hear the original baseball bat idea my inbox is open ;) /nf /hj #sorry solar system community for this disgrace of a fic </3 #my stuff #alex answers #thanks for the ask!#anon tag #anon headcanons #my fics #solar system omori #graggh I hate dialogue I suck at it I'm gonna gragghhh #omori fanfic

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instantpansies · 4 months

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hey i wanna make a website (just for practice/to build up my body of work/portfolio). give me a subject and an aesthetic so i can do smth. tagging things i like/know things about but it does not have to be any of these. also the aesthetic doesn't have to match the subject in fact it would be fun if it didnt (for a challenge yk). i dont care give me something lol

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sagitarrio · 1 year

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Day 3 - pets

New tricks

by MyBladeIsWorseThanMyBite

"Not allowed to participate" Hokuto grumbled, he was walking away from the stadium after watching Gingka's match with that arrogant new kid. He was feeling terribly indignant, "its discrimination!"

Hokuto knew he wouldn't have been able to win. Even with all his training, he was nowhere near the level of Japan's top bladers, but to not even be able to try! He had proven himself, he had made it to the Battle Blader finals, beating hundreds of other much taller bladers.

But nooo, just because he has four legs and a fluffy tail, poor old Hokuto is kicked to the curb.

But worst of all (and Hokuto would have a sob about this later, right now was he was too busy huffing) was that his best friend Gingka had just stood by and let it happen. After watching Gingka put himself on the line for his friends countless times, Hokuto couldn't help feeling abandoned.

"I'll show them, I'll show them all! The WBBA, Kyoya, Kenta... Gingka" he hopped on to a tram, setting his sights on new horizons "I'm going to make them acknowledge me, no matter what it takes!"

Gingka hit the ground, what was left of Pegasus scattered around his limp body. "HOLD ON GINGKA!!!" screamed Kenta, doing his best to check Gingka's vitals with violently shaking hands. Gingka drew a weak, desperate breath "I'm sorry Kenta" he whimpered "this was all I had".

"MUAHAHAHAHA" Damian stood above, looking down on Gingka curled up on the ground, looking down on everyone as the grim reality settled in their faces, "to think that this is the best humanity has to offer, it's pathetic" Damian doubled over in hysterical laughter, tearing up, until he ran out of breath and ended up wheezing.

A voice broke through the laughter "Too bad for you, it's not just humanity you're up against" everyone looked up except Damian, who was still regaining his composure, a hooded figure stood in front of Gingka. Kenta gasped, "Is that...?" The mysterious stranger spoke again, this time commanding Damian's attention, "I'm going to defeat you, and I'm going to save my friends." Damian let out a grunt of annoyance "how dare a gnat like you interrupt my victory", he flicked his hand and Kerbecs went flying straight for the stranger.

The stranger effortlessly stepped aside as Kerbecs shot past his head, blowing back his hood and pulling the cloak up behind him. There stood Hokuto, his once bright green headband dirtied, fur rough, and Kenta was close enough to notice a large scar running down his leg. But that wasn't what everyone else noticed, he was larger than before, rippling muscles, and an aura of strength almost as overwhelming as Damian's. His cloak came undone and flew away in the wind.

Hokuto pulled out his launcher, "Let's do this Libra", he felt Libra steady itself for battle "Let it rip!!" Hokuto launched his bey, feeling the friction of the gears, the resistance of the spring, the lagging inertia of Libra's growing momentum, the sensations of this movement had become known in every muscle, nerve, and cluster of brain cells in his body. The sense of balance, focus, and resolve, settling in his core as his spirit synchronised with Libra's, was as much a part of him as his tail.

Libra carved through the air, gaining energy as it accelerated towards Kerbecs, which had returned to its station in front of Damian. The turbulence whipped the water around it into a massive wave, but Libra still flew with a terrifying steadiness. "Libra, deliver justice!" Hokuto brought his paw down in a sharp strike, and Libra slammed into Kerbecs, throwing up a huge cloud of water and dust.

Damian felt the impact too, felt the crack along Kerbecs' Boost Disk, felt the heat rising in his cheeks and his heart pounding in his chest. "HOW... DARE YOU" the dust cleared and the two beys stood there, regaining their stance after the impact. Hokuto pointed at Damian, "You're in the dog house now, pal. The real battle starts now!" A green light began pulsating from Hokuto and Libra, and Libra began building up speed. "Destory them Kerbecs!" Damian screeched, and his bey's energy exploded, the beys collided again and again, each impact shaking the ground, until both beys began to falter.

Damian let out a sounds from the depths of Hades, his face a bright pink, voice shaking, "I simply can't! I can't! I can't lose to a fucking dog!!" Kerbecs began to vibrate, its energy becoming volatile, "Finish it Kerbecs!!!". It shot toward Libra, and missed, before swinging around and coming back even faster, this time making contact and nearly knocking Hokuto over. Kerbecs let out an erratic and wild barrage of attacks, often missing, but the energy of a missed attack would be added to the next hit.

"HOKUTO!! DON'T GIVE UP!!!" Blader DJ shouted, watching from a distance "Your our only hope! We believe in you!" the crowd began to cheer. Hokuto smiled "Let's finally finish this Libra", Libra started gathering energy and levitating slowly into the air, out of reach of Kerbecs. "Ultimate move! Destiny hammer!!" A perfect cylinder of solid energy thudded into existence around Libra, crushing Kerbecs beneath it, cracking the ground and boiling the sea.

The move ceased, and Kerbecs stood still, half stuck in the ground, Libra flew back to Hokuto's hand. "We did it bud" he whispered, then turned to face Damian "You're done for, pal, beyblades will never be weapons of war!" Damian said nothing, just staring off into space, mouth hanging open, a foundational pillar of his reality had shattered and now his mind was all over the floor.

The crowd began to cheer as Hokuto checked on his injured friend

"Thank you Hokuto!"

"You saved us!!"

"We're so sorry for kicking you out of the tournament!"

Gingka looked up as Hokuto sniffed his face "I'm sorry too Hokuto, I should have stood up for you" Hokuto smiled, tears rolling down his cheeks "I forgive you old friend, I missed you so much".

The crowd cheered as they threw Hokuto up into the air "Hokuto! Hokuto! Hokuto!"

The End

#mayblade 2023 #Hokuto was done dirty #In case it's not obvious this is meant to be like if Hokuto wrote a story where he saves the day #there's a fair bit of assumed context from the manga sorry if its confusing #For the other beyblade nerds out there he upgrades his bey to a Libra T125RF for the final fight #I'm really happy with this one #it's a real underdog story #oh and ignore that it's kinda fucked up for Hokuto to be writing about Pegasus being destroyed like that pls and thank you #its the compromise between interesting and realistic storytelling #mfb #damian hart #hokuto #mfbmanga #fanfic

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Can you explain things you want to happen to Johnny in the next sing movie(or project or if they make a graphic novel) mine is that he makes his own song.

Ooooooo, thank you for the ask!!!! I'm so sorry in advance, I'm gonna ramble here lol. - <3 Gooseless

--------------------------------- So I actually want a few things to happen in the next project (the continuation fic is essentially all of it lol), but I would definitely agree on the original songs front! That's for sure on my list.

One of the main things though, the biggest one actually, is to continue with Johnny's storyline as a queer allegory. We've already faced familial acceptance in the first movie, community acceptance with the second movie (though I have so many issues with how the dance class was handled), and it would be nice to just wrap it up with personal acceptance. And that might seem out of order but it actually isn't in a lot of cases. I know, for me at least, I spent so much time right after coming out defending my place and my identity to the world around me that I never really took the moment to process I could just finally be myself, and that it was ok to exist. I feel like a storyline like that with Johnny would be amazing, as there are numerous ways to go that route, like romantic (please, I want to see Rynny more than anything, PLEASE) or personal (Johnny finally putting out boundaries with his workload).

This would be an awesome storyline to see through either of those lenses, with a romantic arc featuring Johnny and Ryan being able to use a much more obvious way of showing this, especially if Ryan has already reached personal acceptance. Why that is is because throughout his previous storylines, Johnny has a specific support system for each, with familial being the troupe and community being Nooshy, so it would make sense if the love interest in this scenario, Ryan, took on that role this time around. It works really well in this option as it leads to really cute moment possibilities of the characters, particularly Johnny, just letting himself exist and have something for himself. And I will admit that I feel this is the best option for this storyline, as it is pretty blunt and up-front with the coding then, just like Johnny's other storylines, but also allows Johnny to have something for himself (his identity and his relationship) instead of how we see all his developments in the past movies, aka being broadcasted to the world and not really giving the kid any privacy. He deserves something for himself. And I feel like a relationship with Ryan could be that thing.

But like I said, you could work it as personal as well, with Johnny finally putting forward boundaries with Buster due to the workload the man keeps assigning the poor kid. I feel like a good support system here could be Ryan (if they are in an already established relationship) or his dad and uncles as they would have life experience to advise him on the matter. Johnny is heavily overworked throughout both movies and it seems like the expectations for him are really high, so a moment of him just letting himself exist as the ordinary person he is would probably be very therapeutic for him.

I personally wish they would go in the series direction instead of another movie, allowing for more detail to be poured into the characters, and that is kinda the format in which the continuation fic is written, in a way easily translated to a series. However, I have posted an idea for a Sing 3 set after a time jump around Johnny's story that I'll link below. It kinda goes into the previously mentioned wants for a series but having those already happen and mainly talks about ways to get queer rep around hate groups.

So yeah, I really want to see a personal acceptance journey for Johnny, letting the kid see he doesn't have to fight for who he is or his place anymore, he can just be Johnny, however that looks like.

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Here's the Sing 3 idea thing!

#... I did not think I would type that much #I'm so sorry if this doesn't make sense!#im also sorry for rambling this much #being brief is not my strong suit lol #the rynny shipper in me just really wants them to get together #the cultural and media studies major in me really really wants this to finish out the allegory #and you can easily do both!!!!!#sing #sing 2 #sing 3 ideas #sing johnny #sing ryan #sing rynny #rynny #though i should say this now. i will be boycotting anything that has specific actors in it due to their statements about a literal genocide #i dont give a fuck they wont ever get a penny from me #so sing 3 (if/when it happens) is likely going to be ignored by me entirely :) just a heads up #im also a fanfic writer so ignoring canon is what i do most of the time anyway - someone who retconned the entire ending of sing 2 #i also changed so much dance stuff because it just hurt my brain #look i can excuse a lot of inaccuracies in stuff but i draw the line at sports i have done and medical inaccuracies

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The Red Thread: Chapter 128 🔥

Nice long smutty chapter this week, almost 8-goddamn-k because ya’ll love a good smut dump, and sure enough there’s very little that isn’t filth, I promised you sin and now WE GET SIN! So make sure you have some time set aside!

Ship: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Chapter Summary:

“Go ahead,” he breathed fiercely, and he hoped you could sense through the thread what he was giving to you, what he wanted to give to you as your hand began to shake, clenching in his shirt. He’d wanted you like this since he’d first seen you tonight, or maybe since he’d first seen this side of you in the woods beneath the whispering trees, blood like victory on his tongue. “Go ahead, sweetheart. You can have me. Take what you need.”

“Mine?” you whispered tentatively, one word in two planes, pressure on his skin and deep within, the shape of it slipping through the gates he’d thrown wide for you so that the word might settle into the very heart of him.

He gently brought his hands up to cup your face, tilting you up so he could gift a word back to you. “Yours.”

Wordcount: 7,859

Warnings for this chapter: right then, you ready? Here we go! Warnings for dom!Reader, sub!Matt, possessive!Reader which includes biting, Matt's really fucking obvious silk kink, face sitting, Jane being dangerous af in her heels, a shit ton of edging, some psychic temperature play, mild restraint, and the mention of a safeword (not used).

Read me on AO3 because that’s where penguins hang out

RETURN OF OUR ADULT CONTENT GIF, Matt, seen here getting ready to drown.

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Chapter Three | Lab Kids

Summary:

“I’m just saying… It seems like he’s flirting back with you. Maybe it’s time you two have a conversation about this? You know, like adults?”

“Right, right, I’ll add that to my list of things to do, right after… oh yeah, being a literal child soldier in the middle of an interdimensional war with a demonic asshole who wants to kill us all,” Mike says sarcastically. “I’ll get right to it, Nancy.”

Or:

It's now 1988—nearly two years since the beginning of the Upside Down's invasion of Hawkins. And now, at seventeen years old, Mike must figure how to still be a kid, maintain his relationships with the rest of the Party, and talk to Will about the ever-lingering tension between them... all while trying not to die.

time!!! jump!!!! time!!!!!

happy chapter 3, friends! in line with the duffer bros interview of a time jump, we’re skipping forward a couple years after chapter 2, so buckle up to see how things have changed. if you wanna see my rough attempts at a d&d campaign, mike completely pining over will, the kids suffering from ptsd nightmares, and will byers with a gun, check out chapter 3 :)

#byler #byler fanfic #let will byers have a gun #i'm so sorry to anyone who knows a thing about d&d #pls ignore me

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eliseliedl · 6 months

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"i love your gifs! can you do [insert gifset they want you to make for them]"

me: *checks their archive*

them: *haven't reblogged a single post of mine*

#if you do this i will ignore you. no offense #also because i KNOW y'all want me to make certain gifs to repost them or use them for your fanfics #i refuse <3 #this is why i don't take requests anymore #too many times i've found out that the person who requested something did not even reblog it #i'm not wasting my time for nothing sorry not sorry.

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Chapter 22: Day by Day

"All the little things, insignificant little things; there's so much we hold so dear And those who stand up tall, who think they know it all hold on tight, knuckles white with fear" - Day by Day; Izo FitzRoy

All the boys' words mixed in what felt like deafening white noise, and all the images of Liz passed through his mind in quick succession but with painful clarity. So stupid. So blind. So obvious.

Ibrahim touched his arm. "Lucas, are you-"

"Of course," he spit, and strode out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

#ignore this because this chapter was actually posted in like january idfk #also i am aware no one cares so don't worry about it #however #I haven't been posting updates here because I can just hear the bells and the “Shame. Shame.” chants but #i'm trying to push myself to write and find some little joy in it #and them not even being out of CA yet MAKES IS FUCKING HARD but i HAVE to get them out somehow #it's so hideous to write omg anyway #LUCAS GETS THE VIDEO AND I WAS SO SCARED TO WRITE IT #all Lucas' chapters are the fucking same tho i'm so sorry #expect nothing from this #llitg #TTT #litg fanfic #litg lucas

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legolasghosty · 1 year

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Ohh for the fluffy dialogue prompts can you do 2. “I feel like I can breathe better with you around.” for Willex please? <3

Yessss, I am so sorry about how long it's taken me to get to this!!! But here you go!!! Also... I am so very sorry for how angsty this got! Send me another ask and I'll get you some actual fluff next time! Yikes!

Alex waits till the hall light clicks off. Then he counts slowly to 100 to give his parents plenty of time to get to their room and shut the door. Once he's sure they're out of earshot, he slowly sits up and pulls his phone from under the pillow. There's a text from Willie on the screen from about five minutes ago.

Willie - I'm outside. Do you need help?

Alex quickly types out a negative response, then forces himself up and out of his bed. This won't take long, and the noise generated by a second person would greatly increase the chances of him getting caught.

He can't get caught. Not this time. Not after...

No. He's getting out tonight. Away from rules that don't make sense and pointed glances and people surrounding him, laying hands on his shoulders, all praying aloud at once and proclaiming victory over The Enemy when Alex collapsed to the floor, tears leaking from his eyes as he fought to keep from drowning.

He can't take it anymore. Not after that. He can't fake it.

Alex pulls out the half packed suitcase from under his bed. No time to be tidy, he just has to be fast and quiet.

The last couple of his comfy shirts and pants go into the suitcase, then some socks and underwear. One of his warmer coats and a white button down go in as well. Gotta be practical when running away from your homophobic family, right?

Willie promised to handle all the hygiene products, so Alex doesn't bother risking a trip to the bathroom for his toothbrush or shampoo. He adds all of the spare drumsticks he keeps at home to the suitcase. There aren't many. In goes a picture of him and his big sister when they were in middle school, and the cardboard box that holds all of Alex's ticket stubs and cards and things from his friends.

And that's it. There's other things in the room of course, but nothing Alex wants to take with him. Most of it doesn't even feel like it belongs to him anyways.

It belongs to Alexander Mercer, the quiet, serious boy who studies his Bible all the time and never talks back to his parents and blushes at the thought of holding hands with the pastor's daughter. Not Alex, the snarky, anxious wreck who wrestles with his friends and plays his drums till his hands tremble and curls up against his boyfriend's side at movie nights.

Alex takes a shaky breath. When was the last time he got a proper breath? Has he even been breathing the last hour or so? He's not sure.

He zips up the suitcase, grabs his fanny pack, and texts Willie that he's ready to go. He receives a heart and a thumbs up in less than 30 seconds.

It takes him a minute to get the window open. The last time it got opened was probably last fall or something. As he carefully removes the screen, something moving outside catches his eye.

"Alex?" comes a soft whisper.

"Yeah, right here," Alex responds, placing the screen on his bedroom floor.

Willie appears on the other side a moment later, the dim light from the street casting shadows over their face. Alex feels his lips twist up in his first real smile of the day.

"Hey," Willie murmurs, resting his hands on the window sill. "You wanna get out of here?"

Alex bites back a sob and nods.

It takes them a few minutes to get Alex's stuff out the window and into Willie's car. Once it's done, Willie guides Alex over to the passengers side and helps him in before running around to hop into their own seat.

Willie places the key in the ignition, then turns to Alex. "You sure?"

Alex doesn't hesitate. "Yeah. Let's get out of here."

Willie nods and turns the car on. They drive slowly out of Alex's neighborhood, then turn onto a bigger street. Alex tries to focus on the stores they're driving past to ground himself, but it doesn't work.

What does work is focusing on Willie. Paying attention to the strands of hair that have escaped their low bun to frame their face. Noticing the way his hoodie sleeves are bunched up around his elbows because Willie always runs warm. Taking in the way the tapping of their fingers against the steering wheel matches the beat of the music playing softly from the radio. Memorizing the determined glint in his eyes when the streetlights catch them.

Alex loves them. And he knows that a love like theirs can't be wrong. It's just love, just like anyone else's.

Willie pulls into their driveway and parks the car. Alex looks up at the dark Covington residence and takes in another shaky breath.

"You ready for this?" Willie asks, turning to Alex and holding out a hand.

Alex laces their fingers together and squeezes. The steady pressure of Willie's hand in his seems to relieve some of the tightness in his chest. The caring, concerned look in their eyes removes the huge weight pressing down on his shoulders. The gentle tone of his voice slows the massive waves battering Alex's mind.

"What?" Willie says then, smiling. "What's that look for?"

The question startles a chuckle out of Alex. "I feel like I can breathe better with you around," he answers softly.

"I'm glad," Willie murmurs.

He slowly raises his other hand to cup Alex's cheek, giving him plenty of time to pull away as they lean in. Alex doesn't, instead meeting them halfway in a sweet kiss.

After a second, Alex pulls back. "Shall we get inside?" he says.

Willie nods and gives him a wide smile. "I thought you'd never ask."

#legolas tag #julie and the phantoms #jatp fanfic #willex #jatp #alex mercer #willie jatp #I'm so so sorry for how angsty this got...#and also for how long this took #and yes I know it's #2am my time #and I should be asleep #I promise I will go back to trying #but uhhhh hope you liked it?#it probably sucks cause I'm writing it on my phone long after my bedtime #ignore me I'm a worn out college kid #tw homophobia #tw religious trauma

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