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#and I was a dipshit when I was 16
rainbow-burst · 5 months
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I'm getting sick of yelling at thieves and crackheads who come in the store stealing petty shit just to feul their drug habits to get out of the store, or having to deal with incompetent or fucking stupid ass customers bitching about why they can exchange an item even though it's past our policy rate.
The job doesn't even pay well working as a manager at the job I work at doesn't even pay even well why is the job next door to me paying like 16 bucks an hour as a manager but a store that is likely part of a grocery store is only paying me 14.25 and to be a key holder 15 bucks ?? Bullshit
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promptful · 2 years
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70 Taunting Enemies Prompts
Remember, requests are open.
WARNINGS: VIOLENCE, CURSING, MENTION OF BLOOD. MENTION OF A GUN.
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DIALOGUE:
TAUNTER:
1) “Is that really all you got?” 
2) “Come on, you can do better than that.” 
3) “I’m not even sweating yet.” 
4) “Think I broke more of a sweat petting my cat than I did fighting you.” 
5) “I’m sure you can hit me if you try hard enough. I believe in you.” 
6) “So close.” 
7) “You’re… boring me.”
8) “I expected more.”
9) “Why couldn’t the cops deal with you?” 
10) “Oh, no.” (said really sarcastically) 
11) “I’m sooo scared.” 
12) “Honestly, if you weren’t threatening actual lives, you’d be more of a nuisance, really.” 
13) “This is what I was called for? You?” 
14) “What… is this?” 
15) “Do you want me to slow down for you?” 
16) “If it makes you feel better, I’ll let you get a hit in.” 
17) “This is stupid. Goodnight.” 
18) “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be good enough to beat me one day.” 
19) “Come and get it.” 
20) “That actually hurt. Wow.” 
21)  “Compared to my usual crowd, you’re nothing.” 
22) “Get out of my way.” 
23) “Move.” 
24) “Having fun?” 
25) “Aw, you’re not hurt already, are you?” 
26) “I was just playing. Surely you can take more.” 
27) “Oh my, is that blood? Just from that?”
RESPONDING 
28) “You have to get through me!”
29) “Shut up!” 
30) “I can keep going.” 
31) “This— this is nothing.” 
32) “I’ll make you regret saying that!”
33) “Then let me make this a little more challenging!” 
34) “Of course it hurts, dipshit.” 
35) “You should be scared.” 
36) “Stop— stop taunting me!” 
37) “Fun? Fun? Don’t insult me.” 
38) “I’ll show you better!” 
39) “I can’t stand you.” 
40) “Get out of my way!” 
41) “Over my dead body!” 
42) “I won’t let you get to them.” 
43) “I’ll make sure you can’t hurt anybody else.” 
44) “Over my grave, you bastard.” 
45) “Dammit, all right, here we go!”
46) “I’ll take you down if it’s the last thing I do.” 
47) “If I can’t take you down, I will never forgive myself.” 
48) “Try and move me, I dare you!” 
49) “You’re gonna regret that!” 
50) “You want to see what I can do?” 
51)  “You’re nothing.”
52) “Keep taunting me and see what happens.” 
53) “I’ll give you one chance, walk away.” 
54) “Fine, I guess we’re doing this.” 
55) “Y’know, talking during fighting isn’t very professional!” 
SCENARIOS 
56) You have a stupid smirk on your face, and I’m just trying to be serious. Why are you like this? Can we fight already? 
57) Why are you taunting me? Stop— stop dancing. We’re in the middle of a fight. 
58) When the cops/superhero/my friend told me what you were doing, I wanted to stay in bed. And now that I’m here, I’m thinking that maybe I should have. 
59) Is that bomb fake or real. I can never tell with you.
60) I’m bleeding from your knife/kicks/punches, but I’m not gonna stop fighting until you’re finally taken down. 
61) Every time you taunt me, I see red, and you know this. I should be stronger, but I’m not. 
62) I won’t let you hurt the people I love. Not while I’m still breathing. 
63) You notice that I’m breathing heavy, and you just keep smirking. I— I can keep going. I can. 
64) We used to be friends, what happened to us? Why do we always have to fight? 
65) If you’d just put that gun/remote/knife, we could go home, y’know? We don’t have to keep fighting. 
66) You’re not fighting like you used to, what happened? 
67) This is pathetic and a waste of my time, you’re in my way. 
68) You’ve gotten weaker, I can’t help but let a smirk cross my lips, this is almost… funny. 
You stumble against the wall with half-lidded eyes. It’d be so easy to just stroll by you, but for some reason, I can’t help but keep taunting you. 
69) You hate me. I hate you. Yet, taunting you is one of my favorite things to do. 
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visualtaehyun · 1 month
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DFF language notes and observations
This was originally just supposed to be a quick look at Non's meds in ep. 8 but then I finished watching the episode and felt compelled to rewatch the entire show 🫠 So might as well collect everything into one post!
Disclaimer: not a native Thai speaker, still learning 🙏
Por's mumblings (ep. 2)
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กูขอโทษ อย่าเอาคืนกูเลย /guu khaaw thoht. yaa ao kheuun guu loei/ = "I'm sorry. Don't take revenge on me/Don't get back at me."
Time and ages
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The present takes place in 2023, the past was three years ago, in 2020. Apart from White, the boys are all the same age according to the character overview below, which makes them all 19-20 years old in the present (while White is 18 and a freshman). In the past up to ep. 8, they would have been 16-17 years old and in 11th grade (ม. 5/3 -> Matthayom 5, class 3; ม. stands for มัธยม /mat tha yohm/ = secondary school).
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Potty mouth Fluke
In the present, I swear every other word out of his mouth is a swear and the subs don't always make it obvious. An example of when he's speaking calmly in ep. 3:
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เพราะคนอย่างไอ้เหี้ยท็อปอ่ะ แม่งคงไม่ปล่อยให้โอกาสแบบเนี่ยะหลุดมือไปง่ายๆละเว่ย /phraw khohn yaang ai hia Top a- maaeng khohng mai blaawy hai oh gaat baaep niia loot meuu bpai ngaai ngaai la woei/ = Because someone like that dipshit Top wouldn't fucking let an opportunity like this slip his hands so easily.
It's not like the others don't curse, they sure do lol, but Fluke does so even when not in a stressful situation, and it sticks out in contrast to White especially because the baby speaks so properly and politely to his phis.
Newspaper clipping (ep. 4)
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เป็นแฟนไอ้ตี๋แต่มึงไม่รู้จักอาโจ้นะ /bpen faaen ai Tee dtaae meung mei ruu jak aa Joe na/ = You're Tee's boyfriend but don't know uncle Joe?
The headline reads: ตายปริศนา'เสี่ยโจ้'นายบ่อนใหญ่ /dtaai bprit sa naa 'siia Joe' naai baawn yai/ = Mysterious death of 'bigwig* Joe' the gambling magnate** ฟอกเงินบัญชีม้ากว่า 300 ล้าน /faawk ngern ban chee maa gwaa 300 laan/ = Laundered money with over 300 million mule accounts
* เสี่ย /siia/ = a rich guy who squanders money, a big spender in illicit businesses, mostly used for middle-aged men; it's used as a pronoun, hence why he's known as เสี่ยโจ้ /siia Joe/ and we hear his subordinates call him เสี่ย /siia/, often subbed as Boss; it's a term of Teochew origin that describes an aristocrat's son, originally ** นายบ่อนใหญ่ /naai baawn yai/ = big shot gambling den boss or the boss of a huge gambling den
The snippet on the right is another easter egg btw - 'Talking to Pond Krisda, director of "Man Suang", Thai filmmaking [...]' but I can't make out the rest in that box (the snippet above that, too, though some of it I can tell says tourists, free visa, 3 months).
Greasy
What the boys call Non is (ไอ้)เมือก /(ai) meuuak/ which is more like Slimy or Mucous, actually.
More news (ep. 6, 7, 8)
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Gang of senior high teens accomplices to mule accounts
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Police does 180: Senior high teens escape lawsuit for shady mule accounts
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High school kid goes missing at same time as teacher in leaked clip Connected to case of shady mule account teens
Past injury?
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Whoever actually leaked the clip has this pelvis x-ray saved that's labeled to be from that same year, 2563 aka 2020. The two files at the top look to be invoices.
Pronouns
When Phee goes to confront Non about the leaked clip, he's so furious that he switches from their usual เรา /rao/ (= I; informal) + calling each other by name instead of using a 2nd pers. pronoun to calling both Non and Keng มึง /meung/ (= you; impolite) and himself กู /guu/ (= I; impolite). For reference, กู/มึง /guu, meung/ are the same pronouns the entire friend group use with each other, as male friends in Thai shows often do. Non, as the new addition to the group, is the only one who uses เรา /rao/ + names, and Jin is the only who reciprocally uses these pronouns with him.
Non's meds
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Lorazepam -> benzodiazepine; used for treating anxiety disorders, insomnia, seizures etc.
Sertraline -> antidepressant; used for treating clinical depression, PTSD, OCD, panic disorder, social anxiety disorder
Quetiapine -> antipsychotic; used for treating schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, clinical depression etc.
THC poster, and a goof
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ที่แห่งนี้...ไม่ได้มีแค่พวกเรา /thee haaeng nee...mai dai mee khaae puuak rao/ = In this place... it's not just us.
I'm sure there's more going on than just Phee and Tan infiltrating the group to get evidence and avenge Non. Like, Keng was on the phone with his contact Joy when he got hit by that white truck of doom car so I wonder if she's gonna come into play again in the present and who she really is.
And just for fun: that half-heartedly covered poster behind Tee looks suspiciously like a movie about a young chocolatier that shouldn't be out for another 3 years, according to the time line of this show lol
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coffeerecords · 1 year
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16:24 . . .
➾ katsuki wants you to call his name
genre: fluff ! | pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader x shoto todoroki | rating: pg-15 | tw: swear words | others: love triangle w/ todobaku, kats nearly pop a vein, kats nearly commits murder but kirishima is there to save the day ! kats is def a simp
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Katsuki wants nothing more than to rip that bastard away from you. As each moment passes by with you sitting right next to Icyhot, Katsuki’s plan for a worthwhile trip is currently going down the drain. He did ask for Kirishima’s favour to help him have you sit next to him, but no, Icyhot decides to sabotage his plans. Not to mention that the bastard has been loitering around you non-stop even when you’ve gotten down the bus. 
Katsuki nearly explodes from reigning his anger all this time. Sure, you leaned onto that bastard’s shoulder for the whole fucking trip, but that does not mean you’re… you’re—!
“Are they together or what?”
The initial desire to bash Icyhot’s face shifts to the blond beside him.
“They’re not, Kaminari…” Kirishima laughs nervously, detecting Katsuki’s murderous aura. “Look! There’s Deku and the others as well!”
Kaminari remains oblivious to Katsuki’s plummeting mood as he continues to spit out nonsense, “Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if they are together. I mean, Todoroki is the most handsome dude in class, no? The ladies can never resist his charm!”
Kirishima smacks Kaminari’s back a bit too hard, causing the blond let out a pained groan, “Hey! What gives?!”
“Nothing…” The redhead responds innocently. “There was a bug on your jacket. Now, let’s go to the lounge room and meet the others.” Without another word he grabs Katsuki’s arm and drags the blond away from the oblivious friend, preventing possible bloodshed.
Steam pours out of Katsuki’s ears as he stomps towards the group gathering in the area. Almost instantly, his eyes land on you and that bastard.
“Relax, man,” Kirishima nudges him. “You’re staring holes into them. It’s gonna be so obvious that you’re jealous.”
Katsuki’s first instinct is to lie about the ugly feeling stuck in his chest, I’m not jealous— But he sighs, shaking his head. “You better do your part, Shitty Hair. I’m counting on ya.”
Kirishima grins at him. “Leave it to me. We should be preparing for dinner soon.”
“So, we’ll need to start preparing for dinner!” Iida announces as if on cue. “The ingredients are provided—we just need to retrieve them from the back. We’ll be assigning ourselves to dinner duties: retrieving ingredients, assembling utensils, setting up table, cooking, cleaning up duty—”
“Hey! Why don’t Bakugou do the cooking?!” Kaminari throws out.
The temptation to put Dunce Face six feet under rises quickly again until your sweet voice rings out. “Bakugou can cook?”
Kirishima’s worried expression almost instantly lights up. “Yeah! He cooks very well! A total boyfriend material if you ask me!”
Shitty Hair can’t make it any more obvious, Katsuki groans internally.
“I can help with the cooking,” you offer with that pretty smile of yours. “You'll need an extra pair of hands to prepare dinner faster.”
The whole class holds their breath - readying themselves for his explosive response like, Fuck off! As if I’d cook for extras! or Hah! I don’t need your help, extra!
“Sure, but make sure to follow my instructions.”
A beat of silence blankets the room, probably from the sheer shock at how calm Katsuki responded.
You nod. “Okay!”
“I’ll help with the cooking—” Icyhot interrupts.
“Todoroki-kun! We need your help in retrieving ingredients!” Kirishima cuts Todoroki off. “We all need the help we can get in that department—!”
So it ended up with Katsuki on cooking duty with you only.
Finally… Katsuki savours the darkened look on Half-and-Half Bastard’s face earlier. I win this round, dipshit!
Soon, you find yourselves in the kitchen with him barely hiding his growing smirk.
The both of you work so well together—something Katsuki definitely revelled in—that you prepped all the ingredients for dinner in record time. Now, you just watch him putting ingredients into the pot unaware of the fact that no matter how much Katsuki looks as if he’s focused on his task at hand, his mind is straying to your close proximity.
“You’re not measuring the amount of spice you’re using, Bakugou?”
Usually, Katsuki would be annoyed at the fact that someone questions his cooking skills. But this time…
“Tch, only amateurs measure their spice.” He spits out, more irritated than he intended.
Why can’t you call him by his first name? You called Icyhot by his first name, for fuck’s sake!
“Well, sorry, I never knew you were good at this, Chef.” You shoot back sarcastically. “Are you sure about this? What if it ends up tasting… Well, not tasty?”
Katsuki glances at you who’s clearly watching him with the most judgmental expression he has ever seen you wear. “You’re gonna regret saying that, sweetheart.”
“Am I really?” You challenge back with a brow raised sceptically.
Don’t know what came over him, Katsuki turns off the stove and crowds you against the kitchen counter, both his arms on either side of you. “I’ll make you eat your words and when I do, you’re gonna have to do something for me.”
Your stare remains unyielding. “Alright, tough guy. Let’s see what your cooking tastes like.”
With a confident smirk, Katsuki fishes out a spoon from the kitchen drawer and scoops up the food from the pot. He blows on it for a while before delivering the food-filled spoon straight to your mouth without much thought. And you also accepted it without a second thought.
Silence blankets the kitchen as you chew and chew while Katsuki keeps his eyes on you, waiting until you swallow. And when you do…
“…What do you want me to do?”
Katsuki is full-on grinning now, his eyes glinting with victory.
“Call me Katsuki from now on.”
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AUTHOR’S NOTE. please let me know what you think of the series so far !! thanks for reading <3
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beemers-hell · 24 days
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i desperately wanna apologize to you but you would call bullshit and paint me like something evil bitch when in reality, i want the cycle of abuse to end and to ease my mind. i just wanna redeem myself before ending it all.
- you already know who
to everyone else sorry about this, but I've had enough, anyway i was just gonna delete this, just like i deleted the TWO suicide notes you sent me in my ask box a lil bit ago, but a number of my friends DM'd me about what you've been posting on your blog so I can only assume this all came from Nene, also known as @/shugurrsn0w , and for anyone who doesnt know Nene is, well this callout thread will get you acclimated with her REAL quick lmfao:
You are not fucking apologetic at all if you are using s0uless' full REAL name on your blog, you stupid bitch. That kind of information can put them at risk of REAL GENUINE HARM. S0uless made the mistake of using their name as their art handle when they were younger but they have been doing a pretty extensive wipe of that username being online, I know this isn't exactly doxxing because of that but USING IT WHEN THEY'RE CLEARLY NOT WANTING IT TO BE PUBLIC INFORMATION IS SOME PRETTY SCUMMY SHIT, AND CAN BE USED FOR ACTUAL REAL HARM BEING DONE TO HIM YOU JACKASS
Don't come in my ask box hiding behind anonymous acting like you actually feel bad for the shit you did when you are STILL making posts calling me and my husband fucking freaks when you know DAMN WELL we're not. Don't you dare try and act all remorseful and pitiful and like you're some misunderstood fallen angel when you've been doing but helping making our lives a fucking nightmare. You don't get to act like you've done nothing wrong when you have CONSISENTLY VICTIM BLAMED THEM, CLAIMED THEIR TRAUMA WAS FAKE, BEEN RACIST TO ME, MOCKED MY ABUELAS RECENT DEATH, THREATENED HARM ON BOTH OF US, HARASSED AND STALKED US, AND SPREAD ALL THIS INSANE SHIT ABOUT US FOR NO GODDAMN REASON. You don't get to just act like you made some petty mistakes that you can walk off, you have been non stop harassing, stalking, and falsely accusing me and s0uless of being scum of the fucking earth when there is no goddamn evidence that we are and you KNOW there isn't, because we fucking ARENT. Unlike your freak ass, we KNOW what the fuck is right and what is wrong. But that kind of shit gets around to people and makes people start thinking we ARE those freaks that we aren't.
And you should be well aware of how fucking awful that makes a mother fucker feel, you know? Since you wanna keep whining about how "people keep being mean/demonizing you for no reason." What, you don't think people are gonna DM me asking me what the fuck you're talking about in those posts you make? Newsflash dipshit, most people wanna know both party's stories regarding drama that surrounds someone they know. Don't you try to twist this and cry about how I'm some creepy weirdo that's stalking you, you should've thought harder about following someone and then IMMEDIATELY sending them an anonymous ask about me and s0uless, cause that DEFINETLY isn't fucking fishy at all, dumbass. That's how I was alerted to you and your new bullshit. Don't try and act like I'm a freak that keeps tabs on you, I thought you'd drop off the face of the earth after that one callout thread got made on you. You wanna talk about evidence of wrongdoing? Nothing really shows your true colors more than publicly being racist, harassing minors, and consistently AND RECENTLY consuming bestiality porn of minors. Try bouncing back from saying that YOU want to make noncon porn of your favs, or being a whole ass adult saying you wanna fuck a 16 year old character that you KNOW is 16. THATS some REAL freak shit that YOU admitted to your damn self, you don't get to act like me or s0uless are the real freaks when there is REAL AND RECENT EVIDENCE of you doing that shit, you gross fuck.
Leave us the fuck alone, I do not care about your pathetic ass and s0uless sure as shit doesn't either. This has been going on for over a FUCKING YEAR NOW and i dont give a single SHIT about playing nice and being quiet about it anymore. Don't fucking come whining to me and acting like you're remorseful again when you're PULLING THIS SHIT AGAIN. Leave me the fuck alone and I'll leave you the fuck alone. Expect a restraining order dumbass, it was real easy to get your info when you've got it so readily available online! If youre gonna play stupid games, expect to win stupid prizes. Get the fuck off my and my husband's dick and focus on fixing yourself you ghoul. Do some fucking introspection so you can figure out why the fuck people don't like you. And don't come to me threatening suicide again, I don't give a single SHIT about you and I'm sure as FUCK not going to give you any sympathy when you've shown no fucking growth or genuine remorse for all of this. I've thought about killing myself a lot lately too, you're not fucking special.
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lordadmiralfarsight · 3 months
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I (main blog of avantlalettre) will butcher you my beautiful saber and throw your remains in a river if you dont publicly denounce vaspider for calling ME,a female of 16 years,a perverted man. And furthermore your soul shall go to hell afterwards where it shall forever be trapped in a pool of flie's larvae,ice,and human refuse wherein you shall be tormented by your demonic hosts and force to pursue the Adversary's standard through this ocean of purulence for the remainder of eternity. However you can avoid this if you denounce vaspider,apologize to me,and delete your reply
Don't be surprised that people assume you're a guy when the name of your blog is Karl prince of darkness, Karl is a typically male name and people are gonna assume, doesn't matter how long you've been a female.
I didn't see anything about perversion in Vaspider's reply, so I'm going to guess you tacked that on yourself and that it's your opinion of all men. Nice essentialism there dipshit, but switching "woman bad" with "man bad" doesn't make you a genious or anything close to good, it makes you a narrowminded asshole. As a man, vas te faire retourner par une chèvre, suce-merde.
I don't believe in your soul thingy, so your threats mean fuck all to me.
Even if I somehow took into account your worldview, calling you an idiot on the internet wouldn't justify that severe of a punishment, especially for eternity, so you claiming that shows you are either exaggerating or you have an incredibly inflated opinion of your own worth on a metaphysical level. Either way, your threats are worthless even in your own belief system.
Reading the first line made me wonder if I had somehow gotten a yandere stalker. If you want people to give you the time of day, try not to talk like a deranged lunatic.
The overly wordy way you write is also doing you no favor, as it makes you sound like a melodramatic twat. You don't sound smart, you sound arrogant. Just in case, and so you understand, here's a TL;DR in your own language : I, Farsight, Lord Admiral by the Grace of my Shipping Heart, do declare that your vile perfidy and obtuse demagoguery are most unwanted upon these hallowed piers, that your hackneyed threats are as void of meaning as the soul of a gull is of decency, that your biases are a stain most revolting and that your very presence is neither wanted, nor tolerated. Begone from my dock. Or, for normal people : blocked. And if you somehow contact me again, I will contact the police regarding the very real and actual death threat in the first sentence of this bullshit. And as I live in France, where death threats ARE legally penalized, that means legal consequences :) So fuck off my dock, and never come back. Vas te faire voire chez quelqu'un qui en a quelque chose à foutre de tes conneries.
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coffeeghoulie · 5 months
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Kinktober #16: Primal Sex/Spitting
The Ghostober prompts were put together by @kroas-adtam, and divider made by @gothdaddyissues, thank you both so much!
Pairing: Rain/Dew
Summary: Rain's in heat, and Dew wants to take care of him his own way.
Contains: Rimming, fingering, Rain and Dew both being catty at each other but they're both into it
Read under the cut or on AO3!
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"Unholy Father, pearl, I always forget just how wet you get this time of year," Dew coos as he shoves Rain's jeans down over his ass, the door barely shut and locked behind them. "Haven't even touched you and you're fucking soaked."
Rain snarls, tripping over his pants with how desperately he tries to get out of them. "You know it's the heat, jackass. Fucking touch me already."
"I know, I know," Dew says, "So mean when you're needy. Maybe if you were nicer, Rainy, you'd get what you wanted faster."
"I am keeping this in mind for when your cycle hits next and you come crying to me for my knot," Rain snaps, dragging Dew over to his bed, shredding his clothes off of him with sharp claws. Dew's grateful he's wearing old work clothes, nothing he'll complain about missing when the fog of lust fades, especially with what he knows he's about to get to do. It's worth it every time.
"Oh, poor Rainy," he hums, only a little condescendingly. "Does it hurt, baby?"
Rain whirls around to glare at him, eyes flashing cerulean. "Does it hurt?" he scoffs, snatching Dew's wrist and pulling him closer. Dew glares up at him, gaze unwavering. They've done this song and dance before. "You know how a heat feels, dipshit. It fucking hurts when you're not touching me. Fucking touch me already."
"Yes, princess," Dew scoffs, throwing his hands up in surrender. "Get on your hands and knees for me, I'll make you feel real good."
Rain rolls his eyes, but complies. "Fucking finally," he whispers, tail hitched up over his lithe hip. Dew can't help it as his mouth waters at the sight of his mate putting himself on display, hole slick and dripping down his taint and balls, his cock already spurting globs of precum without having been touched once. Water ghouls, former water ghouls included, get wet.
"Wanna taste you, lick that pretty hole until you cry," Dew says, grabbing Rain's tail and pulling his hips back. Rain keens, reaching back to swat at Dew's hand with his claws unglamoured.
"Put your fucking cock in me, Dewdrop, I swear to fucking Belial, or so help me, when you go into heat- mmmph!" Rain cuts himself off with a low groan as Dew kneels behind him, ducking down and licking a stripe up from his balls to the base of his tail, lapping up slick as he goes.
"Oh, froggy," Dew coos, licking his lips as Rain cranes his neck to look back at him. "I'll take whatever torment you want to give me when it's my turn. I'll even do it without complaining. Just let me eat you out. It'll feel good, pearl, promise."
"Fine," Rain huffs, settling down on his elbows, sticking his ass higher in the air in invitation. "Eat me out."
Dew doesn't have to be told twice. He pulls Rain's tail again, the water ghoul sputtering out a moan as he yanks at the sensitive appendage, and Dew dives in, licking and sucking at Rain's ass.
Rain keens, pushing his hips back further against Dew's tongue, the tip prodding at his entrance, lapping up the slick.
"Fuck," Dew pants when he pulls away, spitting saliva and slick back down on Rain's hole. His hips jolt, Dew's spit much hotter than his core temperature, the saliva almost burning hot. "You taste so good, pearl," he groans, pushing the glob of spit into his hole as he slips two fingers inside, finding no resistance.
Rain cries out, pushing his hips back against Dew's hand, so those spindly fingers slide in up to the third knuckle. Dew tsks, licking over the rim of his hole. "Greedy," he admonishes, "But I know, baby, that's just the heat talking. You need to be filled up, don't you?" he asks, beginning to thrust his fingers in and out, purposefully ignoring the spot he knows will make Rain gush.
But Rain's a smart ghoul, even under the throes of his heat, and he's quick to pick up what's going on. He turns, craning his neck to look at Dew, snapping his teeth like a dog. "Dewdrop. Fucking give it to me."
"I know it's your heat that's making you mean, froggy," Dew coos, stroking at Rain's inner walls, delighting as he clenches down around him. "I just need you to remember your manners, baby. I'll give it to you when you say please for me. I know you can do it. You make me do it all the time, in heat or not."
"Dewdrop," Rain snarls, shoving his hips back onto his hand, trying to make Dew hit the right spots himself.
"Ah-ah," Dew tuts, removing his fingers entirely. They glisten, strands of slick connecting them. He can't help himself, shoving his fingers into his own mouth, sucking them clean. "I won't give you anything until you ask nicely for it. I know you can, Rainy."
"And if I don't?" Rain questions, shoving his hips back in a desperate search for friction. "What then?"
Dew shrugs, wiping his saliva covered fingers off on the blanket. They'll have to do laundry later anyways. Water ghouls. "I don't have to do this, you know, Rainy. I have better things I could be doing."
They both know that's a lie. Rain shudders, slumping down against the mattress, even though he knows the threat is empty. "Dewey," he breathes, voice muffled against the blankets. He grabs big handfuls, whiteknuckling the sheets, and Dew makes a mental note to get the tin of sewing supplies from Mountain's room once Rain's heat breaks. "Dewey," Rain whispers again.
"You know what to say, froggy," Dew coos, running a warm hand up Rain's spine soothingly, resting it right in between his shoulder blades, his skin clammy and cool to the touch. "It's one word, baby. Just need you to say one word and I'll give you everything you need."
Rain lets out a sob into the blanket. "Dewey, please."
Dew grins, not as sharklike as Rain does, not quite water anymore, but hungry all the same. "Good boy."
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What about Quaritch getting kinda sad when he realizes who Spider is?
Like his last memory of this kid, he fit in the palms of his hands, and now he's 16, almost fully grown and Quaritch didn't get to see any of it.
Just Quaritch getting a little teary, cause that's his kid all grown up, and he kneels down, holding Spider's face and all he can say is "You look so much like your mother."
Ah, this is a painful one 🥹
We already sort of see Quaritch feel “holy shit that lil’ chubby thing in my memories is now a 1.83m tall guy” in the movie but those feelings are never elaborated on so *cracks knuckles*
The world stills as Quaritch locks eyes with a human boy among the Sully hostages. His golden locks pressed into dreads and matted, his body covered in muscle from years of constant climbing and survival, and the intense look on his face, the way only an animal would glare at you.
He looked like a Tarzan with an exopack, a Mowgli with blue stripes but something about that face, a face that has not yet matured, reminds him of…
Miles’s "old" memories began flashing, and he sees Miles. A newborn with that same eye shape and the same dirty blond hair and-oh.
Oh.
That Tarzan kid was Miles, and the realisation poured salt on a wound Quaritch didn’t know was bleeding.
Ever since waking up, the recom was dead-set on completing his mission because it was the only tangible anchor he had to hold on to. The truth is that he died, and he wasn’t really Quaritch either, just some guy who is now tasked with playing his role but this…
These memories, this sadness upon seeing Spider all grown up and not knowing a single thing about him, felt all too real, all too like his own. He was given memories and personality data, but these things didn’t do shit to stop him from feeling like he royally fucked up by not being there for him.
“Miles?”
“No one calls me that.”
“…I figured they sent you back to earth..”
“You can’t put babies in cryo, dipshit.”
A crushing feeling of emptiness overwhelmed Quaritch as he stretched out his hands towards the kid in a motion even he did not understand the point of, but spoke from the heart when he held Spider’s confused face.
“…you look so much like your mother..”
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beeffilledshark · 1 month
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Had shower thoughts about IBO in a hotel bathroom so I need to have a quick rant about all the dipshits who hate season 2 because they think Orga “just got stupid” or whatever the fuck.
So I decided to make a compilation of all the adults that tried to deceive/use/betray Tekkadan throughout the show
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(Note: i didn’t include Nobliss Gordon because I forgot and the app only lets you include 10 images. Also including McGillis because he’s an adult even tho I consider him an Iron Blooded Orphan (but that’s a rant for another time))
Like, is it REALLY that much of a surprise for an orphan child soldier who gets involved with the mob at 16 to want to financially set his family for life by taking the shortest avenue possible? Growing up, he never met a single adult who didn’t view him as sub-human trash or a literal tool, other than Nadi (the mechanic). His first actual role model was a fucking mobster that commanded a ship full of wives. It’s an absolute wonder he lasted as long as he did as an interplanetary political figure.
In his experience, adults will always try to take advantage of him and his family because that’s just how the world works. It’s only a matter of time before the next adult that works with them will try to screw them over and get them killed. He wants to protect those he loves, and to an orphaned child soldier, the only way people won’t fuck with you is if you’re the literal King of Mars.
This poor kid had the weight of an entire family resting on his shoulders and the pressure to give Mika a place he belongs. AT THE AGE OF SIXTEEN. WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING AT SIXTEEN BECAUSE MY BIGGEST CONCERNS WERE OVERWATCH COSMETICS AND AO3 FICS (I know he’s 18 in season 2 but that mfer did not have the chance to mature between the rapidly expanding Tekkadan responsibilities and the Half-metal trade moving to Teiwaz and, by extension, them).
Also, it’s made painfully obvious that Biscuit fulfills a crucial part in Tekkadan’s decision making. He’s the voice in Orga’s head that tells him he’s going too far or he’s forgetting the rest of the family. It makes his death and the inertia they build towards the fatal endgame all the more tragic.
I’m sure there’s other reasons people dislike season 2, but this is, by far, the point I’ve seen stressed the most when people sight their preference of season 1. I, personally, LOVE season 2 BECAUSE of Orga’s failures. He and Mika easily take the spot of my favorite shonen protagonists because it’s so easy to be swept up in the genre of being the scrappy underdogs that always come out on top by sheer force of will and a LOT of luck. But this is the first Shonen I’ve seen that ends with the protagonists getting utterly fucked because of their inability to not push on and move forward. In a way, it feels like a subversion of the genre and it makes it so much more gripping.
But that’s just my two cents. I’m not denying that Orga is an imbecile, by the way. Look, he says it right here.
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hanniiesuckle17 · 2 years
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Masterlist
A/n: we love committing to something right before the busy season of my job and starting labs for my major.
Tag List: @mini-meanhoe​ @leggomylino​ @hanstagram​ @desertofdessert​ @hoes4hoseok​ @jeonqqin​ @mrsunshine999​ @jisungsjheekies​ @hannie-squirrel00​ @cotccotc​ @yangs-jeongin​ @binniebutter​ @orangegyu​ @little-precious-baby​ @raethethey​ @sofie296​ @love-letters-2-jisungie​ @bluejayboys​​
SMIY Tag List: @sanccharine
Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Reader    
Genre: Series, Fluff, Angst, Comedy, Idol au, Secret Relationship
Updates: Completed
Warnings: Cursing, Privacy Invasion, Dieting, Overworking, 18+Themes (eventually)
Summary: Privacy. Normalcy. Love. Y/n was ready to give all of that up when she became an idol. She was more than happy with the absence of those qualities in her life until a certain six foot mountain of sunshine and chaos was cast opposite her in her first drama. Confronted with the fact that she no longer knows what she wants; Y/n must decide if he’s truly worth giving up the life she’s dreamed of…and how much damage she’ll let happen before she makes a decision.
✭  
Profiles Part One (Ateez)
Profiles Part Two (JINXX)
1. Pointy Elbows
2. Spit Fire
3. The Water Bottle
4. This Behemoth
5. The Uncle From Guam
6. Sunbae (🖋)
7. Bro
8. Stupid Goof Fuck
9. Finally Now It’s My Time
10. Playing Hooky (🖋)
11. I Made This Awkward   (🖋)
12. 82.4%?
13. Big Ass SAT Word
14. Battle of Lockscreens
15. Genius Idea
16. Boss Bitch
17. Best Friend’s Brother
18. Taeyong
19. Come Eat Meee
20. SEONGHWA HYUNG
21: Addicted
22. @ bby_yn Stan Account
23. Seatmates
24. Hongjoong the Wise Old Tree
25. Screw Reincarnation (🖋)
26. Glitter, Orgasms, and Self Esteem
27. Don’t Look At Other Oppas
28. Green Eyed Monster
29. Alexa, Play Now or Never
30. Subtweeting
31. Not A Total Lie
32. You’ve Got to Be Fucking Kidding Me
33. Fuck You, Hobbit
34. Matz Wine Time
35. Horny Song (title tbd)
36: Progress Not Perfection
37. Shadow in the Night
38. The Tour Fairy
39. You Do Drugs????
40. Queer Baiting
41. 15 Hours
42. Something With Tequila
43. Girly Pop
44. What’s The Point Of Knocking (🖋)
45. Playground Dating
46. 4 Days, 3 Hours, and 27 Minutes
47. Feet Pics
48. Melon Head
49. Himbo Agenda
50. Fan War
51. Cyber Bullied
52. This Bitch
53. Sugar Baby
54. Concerned in Swidish
55. 6 Million Punching Bags
56. Exposed (🖋)
57. Grapes
58. The Truth
59. Suteki
60. Big Biggie
61. Not Your Fandom
62. Missed Calls
63. I’m Outside🖤
64. How Does This Make You Feel?
65: Yeosang’s Credit Card
66. Ice Cream
67. Mister Monster
68. The Universe is a Masochist
69. Unbiased But Not Really (🖋)
70. Boca Boca
71. Choo Choo
72. Meme War
73. Dipshit
74. Xanax
75. Special Kind of Joy
76. 💛
77. My Knees (Finale)
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ariisheresstuff · 2 years
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I Know So
Pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!reader
Genre: fluff 16+
Warnings: Making out?? Eddie being touchy idk lol
Summary: You and Eddie are currently dating and the Hellfire Club doesn’t know about you two, Eddie wants you to meet them. On the other hand you are nervous about what they will think about you.
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Call Me was playing on your stereo as you we’re sitting on Eddie’s lap making out with him. His hands rested on your waist while you cupped his face with your hands deepening the kiss, you sighed softly making Eddie smile into the kiss. You pulled away from him as he leaned down to attack your neck, you closed your eyes and moaned softly. “Eddie, y-you gotta go.” You whimpered as Eddie started to suck on your sweet spot leaving blue-reddish hickeys “5 more minutes Princess.” He purred lowly making you bite your tongue “Eds, my parents are gonna be home in like 3 minutes.” You tried to push him off of you, only for him to flip you over. You squealed lightly before glaring at your boyfriend, he smirked at you. “Eddie,really?” He slightly chuckled “Can’t help it babe, you look good under me.” He leaned down to connect your lips again, you wrapped your arms around his neck and sighing. You both jumped away from each other when you heard the front door open and your mother calling out to you. You pushed Eddie off of you before calling back out, “Hey mom! I’m here.” You sighed in relief as you heard your parents continuing whatever they were doing downstairs, you looked at Eddie. “I think it’s time you leave Mr.Munson.” You teased as he got up to hug you, he pouted before whining making you giggle. “I don’t wanna go home.” He grumbled “I’ll see you tomorrow bubs.” You said as you ran your fingers through his dark locks, he huffed. “Ok, I guess I’ll get going.” He said sadly as you kissed his cheek multiple times, he opened your window before stopping. “Oh! Babe, I wanna ask you something.” You turned to face him “Hm?” Eddie rubbed the back of his neck “Since we been dating for a while, I wanted to know if you wanted to meet the Hellfire club?” Your eyes were slightly wide “You want me to meet your club?” “Y-yeah, I mean if you don’t want to it’s fi- “No,no, I wanna meet them. They seem fun, and plus it’s good to introduce your partner.” He smiled at you “Alright princess, it’s a deal.” You giggle before he cupped your face, he rubbed his ring-covered fingers on your cheek before leaning down to kiss you passionately. “I love you baby.” He said softly “And I love you bubs.” You pecked his lips one more time before helping him through your window, he walked towards his van. You smiled down at him as you watched him get into the vehicle, you blew him a kiss. He blew one at you before getting into the van and driving off.
The next day rolled around and you were super anxious to meet the club. Eddie has talked about them to you but we’re nervous on how they would think of you. You finished your last set of notes in your English class before meeting up with Eddie to head to lunch. He smiled at you across the hallway, you smiled back as you wrapped your arms around him. “Hi my love.” He purred as he ran his fingers through your hair “Hi Eddie.” You leaned up to peck his lips before taking his hand in yours and walking towards the cafeteria, you leaned your head on Eddie’s shoulder. “What’s wrong?” He asked you “Nothing’s wrong baby.” “Babe, don’t lie I know when something is bothering you, your hands get all sweaty and clammy.” You rolled your eyes before sighing “I’m just nervous to meet the club.” You mumbled “How come?” Eddie rubbed his thumb on your knuckles in a soothing manner “I don’t know I-I guess I feel like they’re gonna judge me or something.” “I promise babe, that’s not gonna happen. They’re gonna love you!” You looked at him with worried eyes “You think so?” “I know so.” He gave you a smile making you smile back at him. “Now come on, let’s get you to meet the dipshits. You giggle before continuing your way to the cafeteria.
“Where the hell is Eddie?” Dustin asked Mike only for Mike to shrug and continue eating “Don’t know, he’s probably just running late or something.” “I swear, something is up with him lately. He’s never late to lunch, he’s always here before us.” Mike shrugged “Maybe he’s- wait, who’s that?” Mike looked across the cafeteria to see Eddie and you holding hands, “Who?” Dustin asked looking around, Mike pointed towards Eddie. “I- is that a girl he’s with?” Dustin’s eyes went wide before looking at Mike “I-is he- “Hello dipshits!” Eddie greeting the group of teens at the table, Dustin and Mike look at Eddie and then you. You slightly hid behind Eddie, still holding his hand. “I would like you guys to meet someone.” Eddie gently pulled you in front of him, he gave you a smile. “Everyone, this my lovely girlfriend Y/N.” You gave everyone a small wave and a smile, they all gave you a smile back and waving back at you. “I heard a lot about you guys.” You told them as you took a seat next to Eddie, Dustin and Mike’s eyes were widened. “How did Eddie get with someone so beautiful?!?” Dustin screeched making your eyes go wide before your cheeks dusted a flush of pink, “O-oh! U-Um thank you.” You stammered with a giggle “I’m just one lucky man.” Eddie bragged making you hit his chest playfully “Anyways, do you play D&D?” You shrugged “I never really tried to play, I mostly just listen and watch.” Mike nodded as you played with Eddie’s rings as a habit, “You know, you can always join us lovely.” Eddie suggested making everyone nod, you looked at Eddie. “B-but I really don’t know how to play, I don’t wanna screw it up.” “Nonsense my love, I can teach you. All of us can, right?” The group nodded “We’re glad to teach you.” Dustin said giving you a smile making you smile back at him, “I guess so.” You said with a nod making everyone cheer “That’s the spirit babe! I’ll even let you wear my Hellfire t-shirt.” He purred in your ear before playfully nibbling on your ear lobe, “E-Eddie! Stop we’re at the table!” You cried as you tried to push him off of you “I don’t care if the whole school was watching this babe.” He moved to kiss your lips, you sighed before kissing back. “I think I just lost my appetite.” Dustin said as he faked gagged watching you and Eddie have a slight make out session, “Can you not suck each other’s faces off at the table?” Dustin said with a groan, you pulled away from Eddie before apologizing. “I’m not.” You rolled your eyes at Eddie, “So I guess I’ll see you guys later then?” Everyone nodded before getting up and getting ready for their next class, you waved them goodbye. “See? I told you they will love you.” Eddie said as you both got up and interlocked hands to walk to your next class “I guess I just overthink at times, I’m sorry.” Eddie kissed your cheek “Don’t be sorry babe, it happens.” You sighed before smiling “I’m just glad they accept me.” “Of course they did, and if they didn’t I would beat their asses for you.” You laughed as Eddie chuckled, you walked towards your classroom before turning to face Eddie. He wrapped his arms around you as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “I’ll see you later princess.” “Ok lover boy.” You joked as you stood on your tippy toes to kiss him, you two stayed like this for a couple of minutes. “Get to class Munson!” Ms.O’Donnell said ruining the moment You jumped away before apologizing looking back at Eddie, “I love you.” You whispered “I love you more!” He whispered back making you smile, he let go of your hand before turning towards his classroom. “Sorry Ms.O’Donnel.” She gave you a smile “That’s alright, I know you’re a good a kid.” “Eddie can be too much sometimes.” You joked making her chuckle “Oh, I know.” You giggled before walking to your seat and sighing, you couldn’t wait until later.
Tags-List: @ebiharachan @otomefan @amis-love-bugs @slasherstories123 @writeslikedream
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finntheehumaneater · 3 months
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Christmas Tree
this is for @steddieholidaydrabbles’s thingy!!! :D
PROMPT: #16 MODERN AU
rating: pg-13 (for swears, implied sex joke)
CW: swearing
tags: modern AU, established relationship
word count: 919
I have never written something so fucking short, please be nice :)
(Ignore any mistakes. They’re not there. You’re hallucinating.)
“It’s so fucking cold.” Eddie whined from where he was laying down in the snow in-between the rows of pine trees. Honestly, Steve thought, rolling his eyes. He’d be more warm if he wasn’t in skinny jeans and a leather jacket. 
Dustin had come with them, and he was off wandering somewhere, actually helping to look for a tree, unlike Eddie, who was just laying on the ground and whinging.
“Help me pick out a tree and then we can go home.” He muttered, taking the orange saw from Eddie before he hurt himself with it. He was cold, too, but it’s not like he was going to complain about it. Plus, he had actually worn a winter coat—and a hat and gloves. 
“I already picked a tree! And you said no! We could have been home ages ago!” Eddie sat up, snow in his hair where it was falling out of his bun. Steve only rolled his eyes again and poked the toe of his boot around in the snow. 
“I told you, though, the decorated ones are ones that people picked in like…June. We can’t take those ones.”
Eddie stood up and swatted at a pine branch that was too close to his face. “Why can’t we just move the decorations onto the tree next to it? They wouldn’t know.”
Steve glared at him and crossed his arms, careful not to cut his coat with the saw. He moved his glare to the now beneath him. This was supposed to be fun, but it wasn’t. He had done this every year with Tommy and Carol, and then with Robin. Now he was doing it with Eddie (and Dustin, though the little shit had run off the second the car had been unlocked), but he could tell that Eddie was miserable, even if he tried to hide it. “You can just go wait in the car, then.”
He heard Eddie sigh. “Hey, Stevie…I’m not going to make you drag the tree back up the hill by yourself, okay?”
“I just—I don’t understand what’s wrong!” Steve said, throwing the hand that wasn’t holding the saw in the air, sounding exhausted. Off in the distance, he could hear Dustin yelling that he found the perfect tree, but Steve didn’t care right now. “You agreed to come along with me! Why would you say yes if you don’t even want to be here?”
Eddie’s face softened and he stepped forward. “I do want to be here, okay? It’s just—it’s fucking cold, and I feel like my fingers are going to freeze off.” He said gently, taking Steve’s face in his hands, and Steve nearly flinched back, because fuck, his hands really were freezing. 
“See?” Eddie said, laughing quietly as he squished Steve’s cheeks. “And I can’t lose my fingers, because you love my fingers. And you’d be sad.”
“I don’t—I don’t love your fingers, Eddie.” Steve muttered, his cheeks more pink than before, but now not just because it was cold. Even so, he was biting back a laugh.
“You do, because you like it when I—“ Eddie glanced over at Dustin who had just come running back, his cheeks red and his breath clouding in front of him as he pressed his hands to his knees, his head dropped down. He looked back at Steve and said pointedly, “hold your hand. Yeah.”
Steve laughed quietly, rolling his eyes, but more fondly than the previous times. “Good save.”
“Thanks, sweetheart.” Eddie said brightly, not picking up on Steve’s sarcasm. “You know—“
He was cut off by Dustin screeching. “I have been yelling for you guys for three minutes! I even tried to call you! What the fuck are you too doing that’s so much more important?”
“Language.” Eddie chided, furrowing his eyebrows and squishing Steve’s face again before dropping his hands onto Steve’s shoulders. “And the WiFi here is fucked. What do you want, dipshit?”
“I found a fucking tree, let’s go.” Dustin muttered, turning back around, and Eddie followed, dragging Steve with him, his cold hand in Steve’s free one. At least he had taken off his rings, because they would have been lost in the snow already. “Sorry I yelled. I just want you to enjoy this.” Steve whispered, catching up with Eddie so he was no longer being pulled.
“It’s okay. I get it. I’m annoying.” Eddie said back, smiling. “Sorry I made you feel like I didn’t want to be here with you.” He squeezed Steve’s hand. 
Steve squeezed back. “It’s okay.”
Steve glared at Dustin when he heard him fake-gag. Asshole. 
Eventually, they made it to Dustin’s tree, which, as much as Steve hated to admit, was pretty nice—but Steve still couldn’t be so sure that it wouldn’t need to be cut at the top so that they could put the star on (which El had already claimed that she was going to do, because she said the star was very pretty).
“Mine was still better,” Eddie muttered, pouting as Steve went to cut the tree down, but he stopped when he saw Dustin standing on the other side with his arms out. 
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to catch it.”
“You’re not going to fucking catch the tree, move.” 
Dustin moved, reluctantly, and the tree fell. Eddie helped him pull it back up, but he didn’t look very happy about it—which Steve tried not to take personally. The next time they did this, he was going to make sure Eddie brought some fucking gloves.
this was supposed to be so much angstier and they were going to get into an argument but I was scared of running out of words 🙃
people who I think will want to read this: @an-atlas-or-other @estrellami-1 @randombibitch
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karolinesvrsion · 2 years
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just this once, okay? | bruce yamada x fem!reader
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4
@bettyssneaker @ellemfaoh @finneysbaseball @urfavkorean @retirement-home
okay so even though it's the baseball game i know nothing about baseball so there's none in this but enjoy the cuteness. also i don't hate the house on mango street, i just chose a book from the 80s 😭
a/n: for the sake of the story, everyone is the same age (16-17) and in junior year of high school, except gwen, who is a freshman. and the grabber doesn't exist because i said so.
when a crushing and helpless bruce yamada seeks aid from an unaware and breezy y/n, he suggests they fake date in order to make his crush jealous. what could go wrong? they were friendly, and y/n was beautiful. bruce’s plan is fool proof. at least that’s what he thinks.
it was another boring wednesday morning with ms. rhodes, your calculus teacher. you didn't have this class at the same time as bruce, but he followed the 'always do your calculus homework' rule.
"hey, dipshit," vance whispered, throwing a gum wrapper at your head. "what's the answer to number five?"
"i don't know." you answered, throwing the crumpled wrapper back at him. "why would i know?"
"your grades have been getting better in this class, dumb fuck." he grumbled. "oh, i see." he added after seeing the dumbfounded look on your face. "it isn't you, it's your little fake boyfriend."
"shut up, vance!" you hissed, attracting the attention of the two students in front of you. you gave them an awkward smile, turning back to vance. "don't say it out loud, idiot."
"are you ashamed of your fake boyfriend?" he teased, an over dramatic gasp leaving his mouth. "wow, see, if i was fake dating bruce yamada, i'd go insane. especially if it was crazy obvious he's in love with me." he crossed his arms over his chest, a cocky grin on his face.
"do you like dudes?" you asked him, raising an eyebrow so it looked like you were genuinely asking.
"what? i- no, we've talked about this!" vance grumbled. "i'm talking about you!"
"what are you talking about?" you questioned. the look on your face must've been priceless, because vance started laughing. audibly laughing. and laughing was an understatement. he was cackling.
"mr. hopper, what is so funny?" your teacher asked. ms. rhodes was young, only about twenty-six, but working with high schoolers every day probably took off ten years from her lifespan.
"no, not funny, just stupid, i'm sorry!" vance breathed, his face bright red. the class was staring at the two of you, so your face was probably bright red too.
"okay, let's get back to the lesson." ms. rhodes sighed, shaking her head.
"you're an idiot, y/n/n." vance whispered after she turned her back. he snickered quietly to himself. your face truly was priceless.
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bruce couldn't focus. not even on us history, and that was his best subject. when he tried focusing on something, his mind would go back to you. all morning, he looked forward to seventh period— physics, his worst class— because it was the only class he shared with you.
during lunch, bruce could barely touch his food. he picked at it with his fork for five minutes before setting it back down, and glancing around the lunch patio.
"dude, are you okay?" lucas' semi-raspy voice snapped bruce out of his thoughts. "you're staring into space."
"yeah, yeah, uh, no im not okay," bruce stuttered, running a hand over his face. "if i tell you something, you have to swear on everything that you won't tell anyone— and that includes violet."
"okay," lucas furrowed his eyebrows. bruce wasn't one to get this riled up over a dumb secret. "what's going on, you're acting weird."
"y/n and i aren't really dating," he admitted. "we made a fake-dating plan to make clara jealous."
lucas blinked. "that's not true."
"it is true, dipshit," bruce snapped. "we aren't actually dating, it's fake."
"no, you two are definitely dating— i— what? i saw the way you looked at her that day at the carnival, man." lucas tried.
"yeah, i know! that's the problem, luke." bruce replied rather snarkily. "i can't stop thinking about her, man! it's so weird, i mean, she's like— taking up my mind! i think i like her."
"bruce, don't be an idiot." lucas chided. "of course you like her. you've been hanging out with her like every single day, studying or whatever. you two hang out after practices and games, you're bound to fall in love."
"what, i'm not in love with her!" bruce exclaimed. "i just really like hanging out with her, and listening to her rant about her hatred for olives, and studying with her, and watching her make fun of her brother, and teaching her sister to play baseball—"
"wait— you're teaching her little sister how to play baseball?" lucas questioned.
"yeah, and it's so fun sharing custody of todd." bruce smiled, placing his chin in his hand.
"todd?" lucas raised an eyebrow.
"our teddy bear. the one we won at the carnival, and— oh, crap." bruce's eyes widened, making lucas' head turn quickly. you were walking towards them, gwen and donna by your side.
"okay, here's the plan." lucas turned to him. "everything you just said to me? you're gonna say that to y/n."
"what, no!" bruce defended, his eyes as wide as saucers. "i can't just say all of this to her, she'll get creeped out!"
lucas rolled his eyes. "just tell her!"
"no!" bruce finalized, earning a glare from lucas. "look, this was supposed to be a fake-dating thing to make clara jealous, but now, i don't like her, i like y/n. and if i tell y/n, she'll avoid me like the plague."
"but, bruce—"
"i'm not telling her. not yet."
you approached the two, a smile gracefully finding its way onto your face. "hey lucas, good to see you."
"y/n, hey. bruce was just talking about you!" lucas grinned, patting bruce on the shoulder. "have you seen violet, by any chance?"
"oh, no. i think she stayed behind to talk to mrs. jameson after the bell rang." you said.
"okay, cool. i am gonna let you two talk, then." he gave bruce a smirk and stood up. "i'll see you at practice."
gwen raised an eyebrow, nudging your shoulder. "what was that about?" she muttered.
"no idea." you shrugged, taking a seat next to bruce. donna and gwen sat on the opposite side, chatting quietly with one another.
you noticed bruce looked a little tense, so you placed your hand on his forearm. "you okay?"
he smiled at you, placing his hand on yours. "yeah, yeah, i'm good, just nervous."
"for practice?" you scrunched your nose in confusion. "but it's just practice, bruce, and you're the best on the team. what are you nervous about?"
"not for practice, for the actual game." he clarified. "we're playing against finney's team this saturday, and they're good."
"so, you're nervous to play against finney?" you asked. to you, it seemed odd, since bruce was always confident before a game. "if you lose, you lose. and if you win, then i get to shove it in finney's face!"
"yeah, i guess that's true." bruce chuckled. there was something about his stupidly perfect smile that made your stomach flip, but you would never admit that out loud. "i'll be fine, right? yeah, i'll be fine."
"are you telling me or asking me?" you said. bruce shoved you away lightly. "okay, okay! after your game we can go to that diner you like and i'll get you whatever you want."
"even if i lose?" he asked. "you'll still celebrate with me if i lose, right?"
"yeah, of course." you affirmed, giving him a comforting smile. the bell rang, indicating that the next class would start shortly. the two of you stood up, and bruce linked his hand in yours.
"you have english right now, right?" bruce asked. he already knew the answer, of course, but he didn't want to be weird.
"yep, we started a new book yesterday, y'know?" you started rambling about the novel your class was reading, and why you hated it more than anything. bruce listened to every word you said, nodding and occasionally saying a word or two as feedback.
as you approached the english class, you slipped your hand out of bruce's quietly. "okay, so i will see you later, at your practice thing, okay? you'll be fine, just take a deep breath or something."
"okay, i'll take a deep breath or something." bruce teased, leaning down slightly to place a kiss on your forehead. you smiled, waving goodbye while walking into class.
he watched you take a seat next to vance with a dazed smile on his face. lucas popped up out of nowhere and slapped bruce's shoulder, saying, "you are so in love with her."
"crap. i might be so in love with y/n." bruce muttered under his breath. "crap, oh crap."
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bruce's baseball practice always started around six-thirty. you'd been to previous practice sessions, and they were all equally as boring. today, you had the silence of the lambs in your backpack to finish reading while waiting.
the team was already warming up by the time you sat down on the cold bleachers. you spotted bruce— who was already looking at you— and waved. he exchanged a few words with his teammates and jogged over to you. "hey, you made it!"
"of course i did," you said. "which means i get a point, just so you're aware." you added smugly.
"i'm aware, y/n/n," bruce chuckled. "hey, i thought the english classes were reading the house on mango street? what's with the silence of the lambs?"
"oh, i'm reading this for my own enjoyment." you explained. thinking it was a joke, bruce laughed. "what?"
"oh, you're serious?" he whispered, looking beyond surprised. "have you read it before?"
"what? no, i haven't read it before, that's why i'm reading it now." you began. "it's pretty cool, to be honest."
"that's so gross, y/n." bruce grimaced.
the team was calling bruce back to the field, very loudly in your opinion. "your team is waiting for you, bruce."
he winked at you and jogged back to the field, where lucas— and the majority of the team— had begun teasing him.
you watched them practice for about ten minutes, but it was rather boring, so you took out the silence of the lambs and began reading.
"thank you, dr. danielson, for your humorous remarks. they're very helpful to me— i'll show you how in a minute. you like the truth— try this. he kidnaps young women and rips their skins off. he puts on these skins and capers around them—"
the pages were darkened by someone's shadow behind you. bruce's shadow, of course. "jeez, y/n, that's what you read in your free time?"
"oh, crap, you guys finished already?" you gave him an apologetic look.
"yeah, it's like eight-thirty, y/n/n." bruce feigned annoyance. "come on, i'll walk you home."
"sorry i didn't watch you practice," you said, grabbing your water bottle. "it got boring after the first ten minutes."
bruce laughed at this. "so, instead you started reading a gross book?"
"it is a psychological horror book, bruce." you clarified.
"that's even worse." he blurted, swinging his arm around your shoulder.
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that saturday, you and gwen walked to the baseball field together. "so who are you gonna be cheering on? bruce or finney?"
"i will be cheering for them both, gwen." you huffed. "i'll say 'congrats on the win' to one, and 'congrats on the loss' to the other one."
"you're so weird, y/n/n." she giggled. the two of you took a seat on the bleachers— which were warm due to the morning sun.
you two were later joined by donna, robin, vance, billy, griffin, and some other friends. billy and griffin loved going to the baseball games, donna didn't mind them, but vance and robin thought they were the most boring things ever.
"when can we leave?" robin whined, greatly resembling a pouting toddler. griffin shushed him multiple times before giving up and letting him whine all he wanted. "can we get snacks?"
"fine, go get snacks, but don't take too long!" donna called as robin and vance went running to the snack stands. "i feel like a mother."
robin and vance returned with an overload of snacks about five minutes later. they were much more bearable after having some food.
you felt like someone was staring at you, and at first, you thought it might've been robin. (he always stares at people for a long time to get them to give him money.) but, when you looked at robin, he was watching the game intently.
you looked behind you and saw as clara— who was seated two rows behind you— turned away quickly. 'weird.' you thought, turning back to the game.
the game went well. you and gwen both cheered for finney and bruce everytime they were on the field, so your throats were a little sore.
"hey, finn, congrats on the loss." you told finney as he joined the group.
"thanks, y/n/n," he smiled. "hey, we're going to hang out, you wanna come with us, or do you have plans with loverboy over there?" finney joked, motioning over to where bruce was waiting.
"you're funny," you gave him a sarcastic smile. "but yeah, i told him i'd get him something from the diner if he won, so, yeah i guess i have plans."
"alright, we'll see you later then!"
you walked over to bruce, and when you got closer, you could see that he was nervous. "hey, you okay? you're like, shaking."
"y/n/n, listen, um, my parents are here." he said, making your eyes go wide. "and they want to take us to the diner."
"your— your parents? you want me to go meet your parents?" you stuttered, feeling your stomach flip.
"yeah. look, i know it's weird, right? it's weird, but it'll be fine! i mean, you already know amy, and my parents will love you!" bruce reassured you, placing his hands on either side of your face. he held your hand as you two began walking.
"y'know bruce, this is starting to feel like a real relationship, if you ask me." you teased.
"what? wh— why would you say that?" bruce stumbled across his words, praying to the lord that lucas didn't say anything to you.
"i just mean, like, i'm meeting your parents, you already met my family, it feels like an actual relationship." you joked, hoping he would catch on.
"oh, you're joking! okay, you're joking." he sighed, looking relieved. this confused you, but you left it alone.
mr. and mrs. yamada were smiling as the two of you approached their car. amy was already in the backseat, waiting patiently for you all.
"hello, you must be y/n!" bruce's mom greeted kindly, shaking your hand.
"i am," you offered. "yes, im y/n, that's— that's me."
"she's nervous." bruce said, placing a hand on your shoulder. "i'm gonna go get my stuff, but um, you three should talk!"
mr. yamada introduced himself, also shaking your hand. "so, bruce tells us you like to read. is that true?"
"yes, it is!" your eyes brightened at this. "i'm actually reading the silence of the lambs right now."
"wow, an interesting choice. what made you want to read that book?" he continued. the two of you talked about the aforementioned book for a couple more minutes, and probably would have talked about it for longer if it wasn't for mrs. yamada cutting in.
"let's wait for bruce in the car." she stated. "it's getting a bit chillier."
the three of you were seated in the car waiting for bruce when amy blurted, "bruce really likes you, y'know?"
"amy!"
"what? it's true!" she defended. "you're all he talks about, all day every day. he's all 'y/n said this, and y/n said that.' it's almost annoying!"
"amy yamada!"
"i'm just saying!" amy grumbled. "and you should see the way he looks at you! he's super in love with you."
"amy!"
"okay, i'm done!" she giggled, obviously not caring that if he knew what she had just said, bruce would probably strangle her later.
"i'm so sorry about her, she can be a lot." mr. yamada apologized.
"i'm right here!" amy scoffed.
"it's okay," you laughed. "i know how younger siblings are."
"oh, that's right, you have a younger sister! allison, i believe her name is?" mrs. yamada asked politely.
"right, allison, but she prefers being called allie." you liked talking to bruce's parents. mr. yamada understood and shared the love you had for reading, and mrs. yamada loved the way you talked about your family, the people you held dearest to your heart.
finally, bruce opened the car door, and plopped himself in the seat to your right. "okay, i'm here, let's go!"
"bruce, you smell like shit." amy complained, pinching her nose.
"amy!"
"don't sit so close to y/n, you'll infect her with your disgusting smell." she emphasized, sticking her tongue out at him.
"amy!"
"i'm just joking, jeez."
bruce nudged your shoulder. "sorry about her, she's annoying."
"nope, she's pretty funny, actually." you laughed. "she's right though, you stink." bruce gave you a look of betrayal. "i'm just saying!"
that night, after you were dropped you off back home, bruce's parents went on and on about how "she's perfect, son!" and "she's so kind!" even amy talked about how much she adored you. "do you think she'd go shopping with gwen and i?" she said, earning a groan from bruce.
he couldn't stop thinking about you. good lord, he had fallen. how could this happen? the plan was fool proof, and yet he fell.
bruce didn't know what else to do, so, like an idiot, he decided to push aside his feelings. maybe clara would change her mind and take an interest in him.
'lord help me.' bruce thought to himself, laying in his bed wide awake, thinking of you. your smile, your laugh, your non-stop book talk.
he thought of calling you, but it was twelve in the morning and you'd probably be asleep. 'it'll be fine.' he kept telling himself. but would it? would it be fine?
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ammyjc · 3 months
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I decided he was a baby waaay before he said anything :)
Are there any non-spoilery tidbits you can share about him? Or Aksana or any of them <3 I can't get enough of the elementals.
*cracks knuckles* hmmm lets see. Of ALL the knowledge that I have about him, I think the most important one that we understand about him fundamentally is this:
He's an idiot
Y'know that scene in Endgame, when Nebula and Rhodey are judgmentally staring at Peter dancing to his walkman and Rhodey says "so he's an idiot" in the driest tone imaginable? Yeah, that's how I felt writing him. like my guy????? WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS??
Lol but also this:
his name has never changed once since I found it, unlike everyone else who cycled through at least 3.
He's the one who discovers what Hazel's middle name is and then he NEVER leaves her alone about it after
he speaks 6-8 languages
we do not talk about what happened in Noodle Night
Aksana:
the scene with her first kiss has been planned since before I started book 1 and ALL of you are going to hate me soooo much when it happens
horrifying fact? every bone in both her hands has been broken multiple times on purpose :)
right now my icon for @galaxythreads is her
[SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER] oh and [SPOILER] :DDD
Neko:
He and Hitori will eventually go on the equivalent of a father-son trip (.............kinda)
He can't drive
he does a public interview and it goes super badly when he tries to full-body tackle someone and starts yelling at the top of his lungs instead (like a champion)
he's aro/ace and doesn't have a love interest
Hazel:
she makes over $130k as a NAMCU agent. I don't think i've ever brought that up before, but she has...like a lot of money. And amazing health insurance, lol. Does NAMCU compensate their employees well on purpose to keep them there and get more 16 y/os to apply? Yep! not at ALL a recruiting tactic :)
The US government owes her an enormous financial compensation for her kidnapping (they also owe Aksana like...err...let's see, for illegal unpaid employment for six years, like idk bare minimum ~$800k-1 million?, probably like waaaay more tho)
her parents enrolled her in ballet when she was younger so she'd still interact with kids her own age every day and learn how to socialize
something she did at the beginning of book 2 comes back to bite her in the butt SO badly later
Isabella:
has already met both her parents ;)
she will have a very belated quinceañera
she desperately needs glasses and has no idea (guess who never bothered to take her to a doctor let alone an eye doctor when she was younger??). lol she's over here describing everything as blurry and I'm like girl it's two feet from you. it's not blurry because you have a concussion, it's blurry because YOU CANNOT SEE. Like almost legally BLIND cannot see.
she WILL get adopted by someone who's Not A Dipshit TM (eventually)
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nottapossum · 9 months
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Itty Bitty Imps 16: Lost Again
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Summary:
Fizzarolli and Blitzø talk...
It goes as expected.
And Blitzø is questioning his relationships.
Notes: TW: Blood- lots of blood, implied r*pe, implied forced kn*fe play, gun, shooting someone, violence, fire, arguing, cursing, abuse, fighting, implied death, EMT, mentioned stitches, blaming the victim, causing someone harm and death, implied burning alive.
Lmk if I should add.
~~~Fizzarolli and Asmodeus~~
"Fuck no! He and I have nothing to discuss!" Fizzarolli protests. Asmodeus had just given him the news that Blitzø and Stolas were coming over this weekend to discuss what happened between them.
"Fizz, darling. I thought you would be thrilled." Asmodeus says.
"Why would I be thrilled to be forced to be in the same room with a selfish, sadistic, egotistical asshole?" Fizzarolli asks.
"You constantly talk about him when you're little." Asmodeus explains.
"Okay, so I'm completely stupid when I'm little, what's your point?" Fizz asks.
"You clearly still desire a relationship with him. You want your friend back."
"I promise, I don't." Fizzarolli says stubbornly.
"Fizz, Stolas says Blitzø is looking forward to seeing you." Asmodeus tells him. "Shouldn't we give this a chance?"
"Stolas said that?" Fizz asks.
"Yes."
"I don't believe it." Fizz says. "Blitzo, even if that was true would never admit it."
"Fizz, please? Just give this a chance?" Asmodeus asks. "For me?"
Fizzarolli sighs, this was the guy who takes care of him when he's little, he helped him escape Mamon, loves him even when he's annoying...how can he say no to that? "Alright. Fine. I'll talk to him."
Asmodeus smiles. "Thank you, bug. I love you."
Fizzarolli forced himself to smile back. "Love you too."
~~~Fizzarolli, Asmodeus, Stolas and Blitzø: the next day. ~~~
Blitzø and Stolas sat across from Fizzarolli and Asmodeus. Neither Imp has said a word to each other.
Asmodeus clears his throat and decides to start in order to break the silence. "Blitzø, I wanted to apologize again for the incident at Ozzie's. It was very unprofessional and rude of us."
Blitzø rolls his eyes.
"Blitzø?" Stolas scolds softly.
Blitzø sighs. "It's- it's fine. What you said wasn't technically wrong."
"Got that right." Fizzarolli scoffs.
Asmodeus nudges him. "Fizz." He scolds.
"Remind me, why you two thought this was a good idea?" Blitzø asks.
"You two have been holding on to resentment for far too long. Asmodeus and I both agree that it's time you two made up." Stolas explains to both imps. "Surely, whatever happened can be mended."
"You weren't there." Blitzø mumbles.
Fizzarolli sighs. "Blitzo-"
"The o is silent now." Blitzø interrupts.
"What? Why?" Fizzarolli asks.
"Because it is, dipshit." Blitzø says.
"Blitzø..." Stolas warns.
"That's fucking stupid." Fizzarolli says.
"You're fucking stupid!" Blitzø shouts.
"Blitzø, enough." Stolas scolds.
"You two were best friends for over ten years, and all you can think to do is insult each other?" Asmodeus asks.
Blitzø rolls his eyes. "Fine, how's working with Mammon?" Blitzø asks, trying so hard to be nice.
"Fine." Fizz answers quickly. Before Asmodeus thought about interrupting he asks: "How's- whatever the fuck you do?"
Asmodeus gives Fizzarolli a look, not sure why he'd lie about his job.
Blitzø crosses his arms. "I started my own business, and it's been doing great thank you very much."
"What's the business?" Fizz asks. "Prostitution?"
Asmodeus sighs.
Blitzø rolls his eyes. "No. I kill people."
Fizz hums. "Interesting."
Blitzø growled. "The fuck is that supposed to mean?!"
"Blitzø, please." Stolas begs.
"Nothing, it's just nice to know you're not only ruining peoples' lives, you're also now ending them."
"Well, not everyone can be Mammon's precious little pet." Blitzø says.
"Blitzø!" Stolas scolds.
"Well... you can't." Fizz says. "You seem to be doing fine as Stolas's sex toy tho."
That made Stolas stand up. "Now, wait a minute!"
"Fizzarolli!" Asmodeus scolds.
"Says the guy who makes sex robots of himself." Blitzø remarks.
Both imps are completely ignoring Stolas and Ozzie at this point.
"At least people recognize me for what I do!"
"Like getting people off?" Blitzø asks.
"Enough!" Asmodeus shouts. "We are not here so you two can fight."
"Yes, you're supposed to discuss the issues so that we can move on." Stolas says.
Fizzarolli shouts. "How are we supposed to move on if he haven't even apologized for anything he's done to me?"
"What did I do that was so wrong?" Blitzø asks.
"Really?" Fizzarolli asks, not believing Blitzø even asked that.
"You're the one who left, you're the one who was so full of themselves. You were so determined to make me look bad, and you-"
"You made yourself look bad by being a terrible performer!" Fizzarolli insulted. "That wasn't my fault."
"You stood there and made sure everyone knew how bad I was!" Blitzø says.
"I did not!" Fizz shouts.
"Yes, you did!" Blitzø shouted back.
Fizz sighs and turns to Asmodeus "I don't even know how you expected me to even talk to this asshole. We're never gonna work this out, because he's never going to change." He says.
"I've changed plenty, I'm twice the asshole you knew." Blitzø explains.
"Well then, that changes everything." Fizzarolli rolls his eyes.
"Come on now...surely you two have some fond memories." Stolas says. "Right?"
Fizz and Blitzø made eye contact.
They can both recall the good times. Playing as kids, sneaking into the movies, sneaking into exclusive clubs, skipping work to hang out in the carnival.
Fizzarolli was the first to look away. "They didn't outweigh the bad." He says softly, mostly to Blitzø.
Blitzø looks away next. "Well, good thing you've always been an optimist." Blitzø says sarcastically.
They were silent again, both caregivers unsure of what to do.
"You just let me burn..." Fizz says, breaking the silence.
Blitzø sighs. "Fizz, do you honestly think I would just let that happen?"
"I don't know, Blitzo. Would you?" Fizz asks.
Blitzø couldn't find the words to say what he needed to, because that memory haunted him...he didn't want to go there. He didn't want to talk about it! Ever.
Tears filled Fizzarolli's eyes. "You didn't even try to find me, then you didn't even visit me in the hospital, or even apologize! You only ever cared about yourself!" Fizzarolli shouts, hands visibly shaking with anger.
"That's fine. You can believe that all you want." Blitzø says, his heart burning with rage. He decided it was easier to get mad at Fizz than to explain what really happened and relive that awful memory.
"Blitzø? Are you alright?" Stolas tries to ask.
"I don't need this." Fizz says, both imps ignoring Stolas. "My life got better the second he left." Fizzarolli lies.
Asmodeus was about to interrupt, but Blitzø and Fizz just weren't listening.
"Since I left?" Blitzø asks loudly. "Do you even hear yourself right now?"
"Technically, you left first, Blitzo! I was still in the godsdamn hospital!" Fizz says.
"It's Blitzø!" Blizø corrects. "And you were planning on leaving weeks before that, after everything we planned, and everything we've been through! You only needed me around so you can prove to everyone how much better you thought you were compared to me." Blitzø says.
"I don't need you for that! I have everything I could ever want now." Fizz lies.
"Yeah, except freedom to do something you'd actually enjoy doing." Blitzø spits out. "You were the greatest clown of all time; Congratulations, you're now nothing but a pet to an overlord!" Blitzø looks at Asmodeus. "Or two overlords."
"Blitzø!" Stolas gasps.
Fizzarolli growls getting closer to Blitzø. "I'm no worse than you are. Prancing around with daddy Stolas!" Fizzarolli shouts.
Blitzø scoffs. "At least I have some independence, I can leave anytime I fucking want!" Blitzø says. "I don't have a piece of paper saying who I belong to!"
"And you'll never have to worry about that, will you? Just wait til Stolas realizes who you really are. You won't have to leave." Fizz says. "The hell are you talking about?" Blitzø asks. Stolas wanted to say something, but he doesn't know what it is Fizz was talking about. "You abandoned me the second I didn't do what you wanted me to." Fizz says. "What do you think will happen when Stolas can't give you what you want?"
Stolas's felt a sharp pain in his chest.
"I didn't abandon you." Blitzø says.
"Yes. The fuck your did! You're a slave to your own neglect." Fizzarolli spats out. "Tilla would've hated to know how you turned out, from your relationships to your job! Maybe it's a good thing YOU fucking killed her!" Fizzarolli stopped when he realizes what he had just said...he didn't mean it!
"Fizzarolli!" Asmodeus gasps.
Stolas looked to Blitzø. "Blitzø?"
Blitzø's breathing hitched. "The only reason she died was to protect you." He growled.
Fizzarolli stops, his heart heavy. "Blitzo-"
"It's Blitzø!" Blitzø declared loudly. "I would have stopped at nothing to get you out of there if I could have. But, there was nothing I could have done to save you! Tilla and I split up! I left to get Barb, while Tilla left to find you. By the time we got out, it was too fucking late!" Blitzø says, seething.
"I don't believe you." Fizzarolli says.
"Then we have nothing to talk about." Blitzø says back. He turns and leaves, with Stolas following him.
Fizzarolli holds himself tightly, he honestly wished he didn't say that...he didn't mean to be so horrible, it just all came out like that.
Years of resentment and anger just threw itself out there...
Fizz couldn't live with himself, he just started crying.
"Fizz?" Asmodeus asks.
"I'm sorry." Fizz says. "I'm really sorry."
Asmodeus picks him up. "I know, I know. It's okay, it's all going to be okay."
~~~Stolas and Blitzø~~~
"Blitzø, please wait. Maybe I should drive." Stolas suggests once they make it out of Asmodeus's palace.
Blitzø almost protested, but he nods. He throws the keys to Stolas, then gets in the passenger's seat.
At least it was short drive, Stolas opened a portal to return to his palace and just drove through.
"Are you okay?" Stolas asks.
Blitzø shakes his head. "I'm fine. I just want to go home, I want to be alone right now."
"Blitzø, do you actually want to be alone? Or are you just trying to push me away again?" Stolas asks.
Blitzø doesn't look at him, not sure if Stolas was asking a rhetorical question or not.
Stolas explains, as if he could read his thoughts. "It's a genuine question, if you truly want to be alone, I'll take you home; but, I'm here for you if you need some company." Stolas said.
A tear fell down Blitzø's cheek. "I don't want to be alone." He admits, he tried to hold himself together, but he just couldn't do it any longer.
Stolas nods. "Come on." Stolas reached out his hand to take Blitzøs, when the imp agreed, they walked into the palace. Stolas and Blitzø sat down on the couch and enjoyed the silence for a moment.
"It was a mistake taking you there." Stolas says. "I'm so sorry, darling."
Blitzø didn't respond, he really couldn't think right now.
"I should have listened when you told me it was a bad idea, I just thought it would be nice to be something of a friend to Asmodeus. I don't have a lot of them. But, that's not me trying to excuse my behavior, I'm only explaining." Stolas explains.
Blitzø nods. "Relax, it's not your fault. I agreed to do this."
"Why did you agree to it if you knew it was going to be like this?" Stolas asks.
"I guess I was hoping Fizz and I could look pass everything for you and Asmodeus...clearly, we can't."
Stolas nods. "Just so you know... I'm really proud of you for trying."
Blitzø doesn't respond to that.
"If you don't want to talk about it, it's alright. But, if you do, I'm here to listen." Stolas says.
Blitzø shakes his head. "You won't believe me." Blitzø says.
"Try me."
"I didnt mean to kill Tilla, the fire was an accident." Blitzø explains.
"Who's Tilla?" Stolas asks.
Blitzø sighs. "Tilla was my mother." He admits.
"You- your mother?" Stolas asks.
~~~ Past: The fire. ~~~
Blitzo was wearing a white clown suit that had big red buttons on the front- but after what had happened to him, it was impossible to tell it was once white since it was now dyed in his dark blood.
The man he was sent to by his father that day was really into some horrible shit-
He was invaded, harassed, beaten, cut- practically fucking butchered, and cornered. The only way to escape the torture was to find the man's gun he kept in the end table and shoot the mother fucker in the face...
"Now, now, little imp. Put the gun down." The man got closer to him, and Blitzo could feel his heart bursting from his chest as he pulled the trigger.
Then, with nothing else to do, Blitzo went home, but decided on bringing the gun with him.
Blitzo wasn't completely unfamiliar with guns, he was taught how to use them by a clown they hired- later they learned he was later convicted of...things, but Blitzo had never actually practiced using any type of weapons, so what he was about to do was very risky, but he couldn't take it anymore!
He walked to the tent, back to his abusive good for nothing father. He opened the tent and approached Cash, gun still in his pocket as adrenaline pumping in his veins over what he was about to do.
"Oh, you're back." Cash says, not even mentioning the state Blitzo was in, Cash didn't care. "Do you have my money?"
"You're a piece of shit." Blitzo says.
"Excuse me?"
"I don't have your stupid money, because I barely made it out of there. If I hadn't taken matters into my own hands, who knows wha could have happened!" Blitzo shouts.
"What exactly do you mean by that, boy? You didn't make him upset did you?" Cash asks.
Blitzo took a deep breath. "You really don't care. Not about me, not about mom. Dad, I'm done. Barb, mom, and I are leaving this place for good. And there's nothing you can do to stop me." He says.
"Hold on- You belong to me, you ungrateful brat! In case you forgot!" Cash says, grabbing Blitzo's arm.
"Stop, let me go!" Blitzo shouts, struggling to get away from Cash.
"Perhaps I'll have to remind you of that!" Cash pulls Blitzo closer, grabbing his other wrist.
"I said, stop!" Blitzo shouts, pulling away from cash, and grabbing the gun and pointing it at his father.
"Where did you get that?" Cash asks angrily.
"Doesn't matter." Blitzo says. "You're going to listen to me. Barb, mom, and I are leaving. And you're going to leave us and Fizz alone. You'll let him go and live his own life."
"Or what? You'll shoot your own father?" Cash asks.
"If I have to." Blitzo says.
Cash walked closer to Blitzo "you don't have the guts." Blitzo took a step back, not responding to his father directly. Cash charges at him, he tries to take the gun from his son, but Blitzo fought back, wrestling to keep his father from having it- Cash would kill him for sure. But then, they both let go- the gun flew out of their arms, and fell to the floor.
His father lunged at him, pushing him to the floor, but Blitzo reached for the gun, grabbing it he fired at Cash.
He missed, and his father recoiled at the loud noise it made.
For Blitzo, it practically had no sound.
"Blitzo, Cash, what in hell are you- is that a gun?!" Tilla asks, walking in.
Blitzo looked to his mother. "Mom, get out of here." He says.
"Put that down, Blitzo. We can talk about this." Tilla says.
Cash lunges at Blitzo again to steal the gun to then point it at him. "I'm gonna fucking kill you, runt!" Cash shouts.
"Cash! Blitzo! Enough!" Tilla shouts.
Cash takes the shot, hitting his son's arm.
"Damn it!" Cash shouts as he misses the shot.
"Blitzo!" Tilla shouted. She quickly took the gun from Cash and shot him in the shoulder.
Cash screamed in agony. "You fucking bitch!"
"He's our son...what the fuck did you do to him?!" She asks.
"What did I do?!" Cash asks. "Did you not see what he was just doing to me?!"
"He's covered in blood. What. Did. You. Fucking. Do?!" She shouts, as she points the gun at Cash, she was quite the distance from him so he couldn't just take it himself, she was done playing his games.
"Mom-" Blitzo tried to get back up, but, he hits the table behind him and knocks it over. The lamp that was sitting on said table crashed onto the floor and the tent caught fire.
"Blitzo!" Tilla helps Blitzo up.
"See what you did, you fucking dipshit!" He father shouts.
Tilla looks Blitzo over. "Are you okay?" She asked, panicked.
"I'm fine." He says quickly, the fire starts spreading fast to the rest of the tent. "We have to find Fizz and Barbie and get out of here." He says to her.
Tilla nods. The two ran to the main part of the tent to find the other two.
Tilla shouted to warn the audience of the fire, and everyone started running and screaming.
They found barbie on the tightrope wires.
Shit.
"I got Barb, you find Fizz and make sure he's okay." Blitzo says.
"Are you sure?" She asks.
"Yes! Just go find Fizz, do whatever you have to, just get him out!" He says.
"Be careful." She says before rushing to find Fizzarolli.
Blitzo climbed up the latter to the platform to reach Barbie.
"Blitzo, what are you doing?" Barbie asks.
"There's a fire, we have to get out of here." He says, the fire spread fast, hell fire was not something to mess with.
She looks down at the fire, then back at her brother. "Oh shit! Are you okay?" She asks, seeing blood gush out of him.
"Not the time, Barb. We have to focus on reaching the ground." Blitzo says.
"Right." Barbie slowly made her way to Blitzo by walking on the tightrope.
Blitzo reached out his hand to take hers.
"What did you do?" She asks.
"I'll explain later." He promised.
She takes Blitzo's hand once she got close enough and he helped her make it to the platform before the wire broke so they could climb down, but the fire was rising too fast up the latter.
"Oh shit oh shit!" Barbie shouts:
The fire burned through the wood fast, and the platform fell over with the two of them on it.
Blitzo held on to Barb, trying to prevent her as much pain as possible.
The whole platform fell over onto the other platform, and they both crashed on the cold hard dirt.
Blitzo blacked out for a moment before barb helped him up. "Blitzo, come on." She says.
The side of his face had made contact with the fire for only a fraction of a second, but that was still enough to cause some damage.
"We have to keep going." Barbie says, lifting Blitzo up.
He nods, taking her hand. The two of them run out of the tent with a few of the other performers. Both suffered a few burns. For Barb, it was minimal damage, for Blitzo it just enhanced his already existing wounds.
"Are you okay?!" Barbie asks, looking him over.
"Yeah, I'm okay." He says, not very convincingly. "You?"
She nods. "Where's mom and Fizzarolli?" Barbie asks.
Blitzo looked around. Luckily someone had called the fire department.
"She left to find Fizz to get him out..." Blitzo explains.
"Has anyone seen Tilla?" Barbie asked around.
But no one has seen them.
Fizzarolli and Tilla were still inside....
Blitzo wanted to go in after them, but Barbie immediately stopped him."Blitzo, don't. You running in there isn't going to help! Let the department handle it!" She says.
Blitzo reluctantly agreed, he wanted more than anything to run in to save them- but, if Fizz and Tilla were really in there, he was already too late.
They waited as they saw firemen go inside the firey green tents, or what was left of it, and they pulled out both Tilla and Fizzarolli...neither one looked anywhere close to okay.
Barbie didn't let go of Blitzo's hand as they saw their mother being taken into an ambulance. Neither one could accept what they were seeing in front of them.
Blitzo hissed violently at the pain on his arm and face.
"My brother needs help." Barbie called out for one of the EMTs.
"Anything serious?" They ask.
Blitzo couldn't answer, so Barb explained that he needed his arm and faced looked at, they had put together he has other wounds since he was still covered in now dried up blood.
Blitzo blindly followed them. "Is Fizzarolli and Tilla gonna be okay?" He asked as they were stitching him up.
The EMT looked confused.
"Tilla is our mom, and Fizz is our...friend." Barbie explains. "They were the ones in the tent, but they'll be okay, right?" She asks again, determined to get the answer she wanted.
The man sighs. "It's not looking good I'm afraid. But, crazier things have happened."
That was not the answer they wanted.
~~~Present:~~~
Stolas's heart fell heavy. "Blitzy, I'm- so sorry...I had no idea."
Tears filled Blitzø's eyes but they didn't dare to fall. "I didn't- I wasn't trying to-"
"I know. That wasn't your fault. He's very wrong, he has to know that." Stolas says, hugging the small Imp close.
"But it was! That's the fucking point." Blitzø says. "I just had to keep playing his game a little longer, I would've been fine. I took it all too far."
"You were trying to protect yourself. Does he know that?" Stolas asks.
Blitzø shakes his head. "Does it matter?"
"Of course it matters." Stolas says. "Is this why you and your sister don't talk anymore aswell?" He asks.
Blitzø can't answer that. "You know... I don't really want to talk about this anymore." He says.
Stolas nods. "I understand, dear. I'm really proud of you for opening up to me, Blitzø; I know it's not easy for you."
"There's an understatement." Blitzø says.
"Would you like to cuddle and watch a movie tonight, Blitzy?" Stolas suggests.
Blitzø doesn't answer. "Stolas?"
"Yes, darling?"
"You should just leave me." He says. "I'm just going to hurt you too."
"Blitzy...I'm not going to leave you. I don't care what he says." Stolas explains.
"I slept with a shark in greed...he wanted to marry Moxxie and join the mafia...he was pretty terrible." Blitzø explains nonchalantly.
Stolas doesn't respond. First of all, that sentence made no sense, and based on the imps tone of voice, Blitzø was clearly out of it right now. And secondly, he figured Blitzø saw other people...he was just hoping it wasn't actually true. It's not like they were dating, Blitzø can be with other people...even if Stolas hated it.
"It's okay, you know, if you hate me. You should hate me." Blitzø says. "I do."
Stolas takes a deep breath. "I don't hate you." He says.
"Well why the hell not?" Blitzø asks, sounding more like his usual self. "I've given you every opportunity to!"
"Blitzø, I know you're not really ready for us to be serious. You've made that clear before. As much as I wish I was your one and only, I don't expect you to be ready for that."
Blitzø looks away from Stolas again, why was he being so understanding after everything he just heard? After all this! Stolas needs to grow a brain and hate Blitzø before it's too late!
He ruined Fizzarolli's life, Killed his mother, Tried to murder his father, Ruined his sisters life. And now he's ruining Stolas's.
And Stolas still doesn't hate him?
"Let's not talk about this anymore tonight, alright? Right now I want you to just relax and allow yourself to decompress." Stolas says. "We can talk more about this later."
Blitzø felt that was reasonable, he's so tired, and he just wanted to forget today ever happened. So, he just nods. "Okay." Maybe he can allow himself more time with Stolas before the inevitable.
~~~Asmodeus and Fizzarolli ~~~
"Fizz?" Asmodeus handed Fizzarolli a cup of hot chocolate.
Fizzarolli sadly took it. "Thanks...I'm sorry for how I acted today."
"It's alright, bug. I should have talked to you before I invited them." Asmodeus says.
Fizz sighs. "I dont know why I acted like that...I guess I'm just not ready to let the past go."
"Just be honest with me, Fizz. Why do you hate him?" Asmodeus asks.
Fizzarolli thought about it. "I just- I gave him everything, I supported him and loved him as much as I could and then he just threw what we had away."
"I see..." Asmodeus says sadly.
"Why didn't he love me? I've tried to figure it out for years. I know it doesn't matter now but-"
"Maybe he did, in his own way." Asmodeus suggests.
Fizz thought about it- he hoped Blitzo loved him in some way...he doesn't really need everyone to love him, but Blitzo at one point was his whole life...and now look at them. "I guess I'll never know." Fizzarolli says.
"Well, maybe one day the two of you can reconcile?" Asmodeus suggests. "This might be just the start of something better."
Fizzarolli shakes his head. "We've been through too much, there's no chance for us."
Notes: Title from the song: Lost again by Rachel rose Mitchell. 
I hope this chapter turned out okay- I've been writing and re-writing it for...since the beginning of this book. 
If it's not, the next one should be better. A lot more little moments I know you guys will love.
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The Trolley Problem, Part 16
Tommy and Carol and Steve, oh my. (sadly, no stomarol here).
(master post)
Part 16
Things came to a head with his old friends halfway through the week. Tommy and Carol cornered him during study hall, and it was clear that they wouldn’t let him brush them off. That was the first thing they called him out on.
“Okay, what is going on with you?” Carol hissed. There were other people in the class, but they were giving the three of them a wide berth. She started counting things off on her fingers. “First, you stop giving us rides to school—”
“You’ve got Tommy’s truck,” Steve said. “It’s not like you’re taking the bus.”
Carol didn’t let him interrupt. “Then, you didn’t go to a single Halloween party. You went from talking all about how Nancy Wheeler was your next true love to dropping her like she’s got herpes or something.”
“Don’t say shit like that,” Steve snapped. Carol flinched a little and glared back at him. “Christ, Carol, think a little.”
“It’s just an expression,” Tommy said, keeping his voice low and stepping up to put himself between the two of them.
“It’s not,” Steve said. “You know people repeat things. Don’t go starting rumors just because Nancy and I didn’t work out.”
Carol rolled her eyes. “I was being sarcastic, dipshit. But fine. Nancy figured out she was too good for you. Is that why you’re acting like this? Are you depressed? Mellowing in your sadness?”
Steve blinked a bit. “It’s ‘wallowing.’ And yeah, that’s it. I’m, like, super sad about it. Leave me alone with my breakup music and shit.” 
Tommy rolled his eyes. “Bullshit. You don’t wallow. You’re King Steve. There are girls literally lining up to talk to you, and you’re ignoring all of them.” 
“I fucking hate that nickname,” Steve muttered. “Look, I have other stuff going on.”
“Like what?” Carol said. She leaned against Tommy’s arm and lowered her voice to a whisper. “And what does it have to Eddie Munson?” 
Steve glared at Tommy, though he should have predicted that he’d tell his girlfriend about their conversation. Tommy glared right back. “You said you’d tell me later. It’s later. Spill.” 
“I said I’d tell you when it was cleared up,” Steve said. “It’s not.” 
“You’ve gotta give us something,” Tommy said. “Is it going to be cleared up by next week? I know your parents are going on a trip—”
“And what about it?” Steve couldn’t keep the anger out of his voice. “You’re already planning on using my house for a party, right? Didn’t even think to ask me first.”
“We can’t ask you if you’re not even talking to us,” Carol yelled. She crossed her arms and looked away.
The chatter in the rest of the room died down and it got awkwardly quiet. Steve glanced at the scattered groups that were staring at them now. This was going to be all over the school by the end of the day and he didn’t really care. 
He very slowly exhaled, trying to calm himself down. “All right. You know what? C’mere.” He crooked his finger at them, and they leaned in close. He whispered, “What’s really going on is that I desperately, desperately need you both to get off my dick.”
Carol scoffed and Tommy looked ready to punch him. “What the fuck, Harrington?” he asked.  Steve decided he was racing towards a repeat of his past falling out with these two. “I have bigger things at stake, Hagan, than your bruised ego. So back off.” He grabbed his bag and pushed past the two of them. They didn’t follow him out of the room.
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