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amhrosina · 1 year

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This Feels Like Falling in Love (Billy Russo x f!Reader)

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A/N: Originally, I was going to write this as a Matt fic, but decided it would fit Billy more. Also, I included smut because it's been a hot minute since I wrote any and I missed it!!! I sort of took this lyric prompt as more of a "I don't know how to love you the right way and I need your help to show me how". One of my fav's @messymissy requested this! Thank you!

Request: Haii, could you do comfort/happy fic with the prompt "i was made to keep your body warm, but I'm cold as the wind blows so hold me in your arms" it's from Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran. Maybe it could be for Billy or Matt or Frank or even Bucky, it's up to you honestly. Thank you love ❣️

Summary: Billy and you have been best friends for years and must face your feelings for each other one night when you see him with another girl.

(Warnings: cursing, drinking?, best friends to lovers, smut, oral (fem receiving), p in v, Billy gets on his knees and begs for you at one point, jealousy, unresolved feelings, teasing, mutual pining, reader and Billy are both idiots, Frank makes an appearance, non-canon Billy, Billy requests that the heels stay on!!!)

“Do you think this tie makes me look like an idiot?”

You looked up from your phone, watching as Billy fiddled with his tie in the mirror. It was already 10 minutes past the time you were supposed to have left for Anvil’s annual Christmas party, but Billy was nothing if not sharply dressed, and he’d been getting ready for the better part of an hour already.

“You do that all on your own. The tie doesn’t have anything to do with it.” You teased, smiling as he continued to mess up the knot at the base of his throat. You stood, quickly making your way over to him.

“Who’re you trying to impress, anyways? It’s just the Anvil guys.” You murmured, fixing his tie with nimble fingers. You could feel the burn of his stare on you as you focused on the black fabric. You looked up when he didn’t respond, fingers stilling when you caught the heat in his stare.

Billy and you were a complicated pairing. Most people that didn’t know you assumed you were a couple, and you could understand why. The hand holding, the way he’d lead you by the small of your back anytime you went somewhere together, and the fact that when one of you was spotted somewhere, it was pretty much expected that the other wasn’t far behind were just a few of the things that helped people make their assumptions. But you weren’t with Billy, and you never had been.

Billy had been your best friend for years and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a tiny bit attracted to him. Everyone and their mother recognized Billy as a handsome man, and you sometimes found yourself thinking about what Billy might be like as a partner, rather than a friend.

“Who knows? Lots of women come to these parties.” He smirked, startling you out of your thoughts. And just like that, you were reminded why you and Billy had never been a couple. He saw you as his friend, nothing more.

You hummed in response, patting his chest when you finished adjusting his tie.

“Are you ready to go? Or do you need more time to look at yourself in the mirror?” You teased, reaching for your purse.

“Ready when you are, princess.” He responded, holding his elbow out for you to wrap your arm around.

The party was the biggest Anvil party you’d ever attended. People milled about, smiling, drinking, and laughing with each other. The Anvil guys had said their hellos when you walked in, one of them even whistling when he saw the dress you’d picked out for the evening. It was an emerald green off-the-shoulder gown that had a slit up to your mid-thigh. You couldn’t help but giggle at their reactions. They were used to seeing you in either business professional clothing or workout gear, depending on what Billy needed from you for the day.

Technically, Billy was your business partner. You’d invested money in Anvil at the very start of it, right after Billy returned from combat, and you’d already made enough money back from your investment for your grandchildren’s grandchildren to retire and live comfortably, but you let Billy call the shots of the business. He was better at handling business deals, and you preferred to help him out where you could, rather than running any aspect of the business. He consulted you for most things anyway, and Anvil was seeing so much success that you didn’t want to change anything about how the business was run.

When you’d been whistled at, a firm satisfaction had settled in your stomach. Maybe you wanted to impress people too. Maybe you wanted to impress someone specific. Billy hadn’t mentioned the dress when you arrived on his doorstep, which had been a bit of a confidence killer if you were honest with yourself. The idea that you did, in fact, look hot in your dress to other people helped boost your confidence after the disappointing reaction from Billy.

You were huddled against the wall, sipping on champagne as you watched the party happening around you. You tried not to let your focus slip to the other side of the room, where Billy was currently being chatted up by not one, not two, but three women. The shriek of laughter that came from the group drew your attention to him anyways, and you internally groaned as one of the women placed their hand on his arm as she laughed.

You couldn’t even fault the women. Billy was handsome, charming, and funny, and if you had more courage, you would be doing the exact thing they were doing right now. You looked away, focusing on the ridiculously expensive ice sculpture you and Billy had picked out for the party. You suddenly felt like being anywhere but at the party, watching Billy find the woman he was inevitably going to take home for the night.

“You know,” someone chuckled from beside you, “he’s never going to realize what he has right in front of him unless you do something about it.”

You looked over, locking eyes with Frank Castle, who was dressed in a sleek black suit, looking as handsome as ever.

“Hi, Frank.” You smiled. You didn’t see much of Frank these days, but he’d met someone, and you were genuinely glad he’d been able to find happiness after everything he’d been through. “Where’s Karen?”

“She’s somewhere around here.” He shrugged, tilting his head toward Billy. “You ever gonna do anything about that?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You shrugged, taking a rather large sip of champagne.

Frank let out another chuckle, shaking his head. “Sure. Whatever you say.”

“I’m serious, Frank. What Billy does in his free time is none of my concern.” The lie left a bitter taste in your mouth, and you couldn’t help but glance at Billy again. The woman that had touched his arm was standing impossibly close to him, and he was murmuring something in her ear. You gulped, pushing yourself off the wall.

“I need some air.” You breathed.

Frank called after you, concern laced in his voice, but you didn’t stop or turn around. You made your way to the side door, where you knew no one would be milling about, and stepped into the brisk New York air. It was December, and it was freezing, but you didn’t want to wait for one of the hired servers to find your jacket amongst the hundreds of others in the coat room.

You exhaled, watching as your breath fogged in front of you. You usually had a better handle on your feelings. You didn’t know why it was bothering you all the sudden. Billy had always been a ladies’ man. A shiver made its way up your back, and you wrapped your arms around yourself.

“Christ,” you murmured to yourself, “It really is cold.”

The sound of the door swinging open startled you. You let out a yelp, stepping away from the door.

“Jesus,” Billy cringed as he stepped into the alley, “Where’s your jacket? It’s freezing.”

“I-” You started, confused at his sudden appearance. “I forgot it inside.”

He shrugged out of his suit jacket, quickly wrapping it around your shoulders. He rubbed his hands up and down your arms, trying to warm you up.

“Why are you out here?” You questioned, basking in the warmth of his jacket. It smelled like him, a rough mixture of oak and musk with a hint of spice in the undertones.

“I saw you leave and wanted to know what was bothering you. Then Frank shoved me out the door and called me a ‘fucking idiot’.” He replied, shrugging in confusion. “You know anything about that?”

This was your opening. You could finally do something about the feelings you’d been harboring for years. You could finally tell him that you had loved him since the day you met him. It could finally become more than it was. This was the opening you’d been waiting for. But you’d always been a coward when it came to Billy.

You shook your head. “I have no idea. I’m fine.”

Billy tilted his head, eyeing your figure in the dark. You tried to push past him, reaching for the door to return to the party, but he clamped his hand around your arm, pulling your shoulder into his chest. He murmured your name in a knowing tone.

You were terrified to look up at him and see the rejection written on his face. This would change everything, and you couldn’t bear the thought of losing Billy over something as silly as feelings.

“It’s fine. You should go back in. I’m sure that girl is waiting for you.” You couldn’t keep the bite out of your tone. The bitterness was too tempting, and you suddenly wanted him to feel bad about all the women he’d paraded around you over the years.

“Are you jealous? Is that what this is about?” He asked, amused.

“Why would I be jealous?” You asked, finally meeting his gaze.

“I don’t know.” He murmured your name, cupping your cheeks in his hand. “Why would you be jealous?”

He was giving you another opening, that was obvious. But this time, his eyes were full of warmth and care, and you couldn’t help the words from tumbling out of your mouth.

“Because I’m in love with you, obviously. I’m working on it. Don’t freak out. It doesn’t change anything.”

You tried to push past him again, but the grip he had on your face didn’t falter.

“Look at me. Does it look like I’m freaking out?” He asked.

It didn’t. He looked calm and collected, and cold, maybe.

“No.” You replied, curiosity clear in your voice. “Why aren’t you freaking out?”

He chuckled, shaking his head before resting his forehead against yours. “Because I’ve waited my entire life to hear those words from you. Because I was too much of a coward to do anything about it. Because I love you too, and I’m so incredibly happy right now.”

You gripped his shirt, bunching the fabric in your fists, before shoving yourself out of his hold.

“What?” You cried, resting your head in your hands. “What do you mean?”

He shoved his hands in his pockets, watching as you paced in front of him. This was not the reaction you had been expecting, and now you didn’t know what to do with yourself. Why hadn’t he said anything?

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You dropped your hands, clenching your fists and glaring at him.

He smiled and looked towards the sky, shaking his head again.

“Because I didn’t want to lose you. Because I was scared.” He shrugged. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never been in love with someone. I don’t know how to be someone’s boyfriend, and I certainly don’t know how to love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

You stopped pacing and turned to look at him. “What about all the girls? And the flirting? And the dates?”

“Futile attempts to get over my feelings for you. It never worked. I fall more in love with you every day.”

You groaned, dropping your head into your hands again.

“We’re both fucking idiots.” You mumbled.

He chuckled, stepping closer to you. He rested his hands on yours, gently prying your fingers away from your face.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, cradling your cheeks in his warm hands.

“Please.” You nodded.

He leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. It started slow and sweet, but quickly turned into a searing, heated kiss. He pulled you fully against him, shoving his tongue in your mouth. You groaned and wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning into the warmth radiating off his body. His hands made their way down your body, roaming across your back and along the curve of your hips.

He pushed you back, following you as you leaned against the side of the building. He gripped your bottom lip in his teeth, lightly tugging on it. His grip on your waist tightened as you let out a soft moan.

“Fuck, baby.” He mumbled against your lips. “I’ve wanted to do this for years.”

He left a trail of kisses along your jaw, pressing his lips against your neck. You groaned, lifting your chin to give him more access. Your pulse had skyrocketed, and you couldn’t help the sultry tone in your voice when you finally spoke.

“Wanna get out of here?”

He lifted his head from your neck, kissing your jawline again.

“Do you?” He questioned, running his hands along your waist. He pressed himself against you, and the friction of his pants against your most sensitive part had you moaning louder than you meant to.

“God, yes.” You rested your head against the brick, panting.

“Let’s go, baby.” He gripped your hand, pulling you back into the building. The warmth was a welcome reprieve from the icy outdoor temperature, and you very nearly moaned as it fully encompassed you.

He swiftly led you through the party, barely glancing at the people who tried to talk to him. You tried not to giggle as you were pulled past the girl Billy had been talking to earlier. You weren’t typically the vindictive type, but you had finally won what you’d been pining after for years, so the smile that crept on your face when her eyes caught his hand in yours wasn’t entirely a conscious choice.

You spied Frank across the room, who was lightly running his hand along Karen’s waist. You mouthed a ‘thank you’ to him, and he lifted his drink in response, smiling.

Billy found your jacket in the coat room, shoving his arms into his jacket when you shrugged it off your shoulders and returned it to him. He wrapped his hand around yours again, tugging you out the front door and into a cab.

He couldn’t keep his hands off you, running one of them up your exposed thigh while the other caressed your cheek. He pressed chaste kisses to your shoulder, throat, and jaw, and you did your best not to moan in the back of the taxi that was hurdling towards his apartment.

When the cab finally stopped, Billy threw a hundred-dollar bill in the driver’s direction, swinging the door open and pulling you through it. He pulled you against him, capturing your lips in another heated kiss. He wrapped his arms around you, hands resting on the small of your back.

“Billy.” You mumbled against his lips. “It’s freezing.”

He chuckled, pressing another kiss to your lips. “Sorry. I just can’t believe this isn’t a dream.”

“You dream about me often, Russo?” You asked, resting your arms on his shoulders.

“Every night since the night I met you.” He responded, smiling.

He led you to the elevators that would take you up to his apartment. You’d been in this elevator a million times, but you’d never had Billy’s lips attached to yours while riding in it before. When you finally made it to his front door, he groaned as he pulled his lips away from yours, quickly unlocking the door and pulling you inside.

You pushed the door shut behind you as he slammed his mouth into yours, chunking his keys over his shoulder. The keys skittered across the floor, and you didn’t care that you’d probably spend hours with Billy trying to find them tomorrow. You ran your hands up his chest and onto his shoulders, pushing his jacket off his shoulders. He shrugged it off, letting it drop to the floor.

He pulled you off the door, walking backwards towards his bedroom, all the while keeping his lips attached to yours. He couldn’t get enough of you, and you wanted to drown in his kisses.

When he brushed up against his bed, he swung you around, gently pushing you onto the mattress. You plopped down, opening your eyes to fully look at him. He was panting, looking over you with soft, lustful eyes. You laid back, resting on your elbows as he slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt.

He discarded his shirt, dropping it to the floor behind him, and finally locked eyes with you. You were a sight to behold, lips swollen, and cheeks flushed. He groaned, dropping to his knees in front of you, and you gasped as he ran his hands up your legs, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” He mumbled, “Anything you want. I’ll give it to you.”

“Anything?” You quirked, raising an eyebrow at him.

He nodded, leaving an open-mouthed kiss higher on your leg. “Anything.”

“Even Anvil?” You teased, yelping when he lightly bit your inner thigh.

“Is that what you want?” He smiled, soothing the bite with a soft kiss. “Want to be the CEO? I’ll put you in the chair, baby, but I don’t think you’d like it.”

“No.” You giggled. “I know I wouldn’t like that.”

“Tell me what you want, baby.” He murmured, ghosting his lips over the tip of the slit in your dress.

“Want your mouth, Bil.”

He let out a throaty groan, resting his forehead against your hip.

“This fucking dress.” He bunched the fabric in his fists. “This fucking dress.”

“You like my dress?” You asked, breathing in as he began to wiggle his fingers under the fabric, higher and higher until he reached the sides of your underwear. His fingers wrapped around the tiny strings, and he inhaled sharply as he looked up at you.

“I love your dress.” He groaned. “Every time I saw you tonight, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. You look stunning. When that douche whistled at you earlier, I wanted to break his fucking jaw.”

You grinned at his confession. “No need to break anyone’s jaw, Bil. I’m yours.”

He responded with a quick tug, pulling your underwear down your legs, and throwing it across the room. You spread your legs for him as he shoved his arms under your thighs, resting your legs on his shoulders. He bunched your dress around your waist, giving him full access to your pussy.

He didn’t waste any more time, flattening his tongue against your clit as he licked inbetween your folds.

“Oh, fuck.” You fell back, arching your back.

He masterfully circled his tongue around your clit, drawing you closer and closer to completion. He ran his tongue up your slit, sucking and licking in all the right places, and you couldn’t stop the whines coming from your throat. He was so good at it.

“Please, Billy. Don’t stop!” You gasped, arching your back further. He pressed his hands against your stomach, keeping you right where he wanted you. Heat built up in your core, spreading throughout your body. Your breath quickened and you couldn’t help the loud moan that you let out as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked. Billy let out a throaty moan against your clit, and it sent you over the edge.

Your orgasm crashed through you, and you arched against the bed. Billy continued to lick your clit as you let out a loud moan. You saw white and couldn’t feel anything but the heat of his mouth on you as you breathed through the orgasm. When you finally shoved Billy’s mouth away from your core, your ears were ringing, and your brain hadn’t begun functioning again.

Billy crawled up your body, pressing kisses on your chest and jaw as he hovered over you.

“Are you okay?” He asked, chuckling at your dazed expression.

“I’m more than okay.” You breathed, resting your hands on his shoulders. “How are you so good at that? Wait, don’t answer that. I don’t want to know.”

He chuckled, kissing your cheek, and then pressing his lips to yours in a sweet, comforting motion.

“As much as I love this dress,” he started, thrusting himself up against you so you could feel the impact the dress had on him, “I think I’d love it on my floor even more.”

You whined when you felt how hard he was, and suddenly, taking your dress off became the most important thing you’d ever had the pleasure of doing for him. He reached underneath you, unclasping the top of the dress and slowly pulling the zipper down until it reached your lower back.

You shrugged your arms out of the sleeves, allowing the fabric to fall forward until your breasts were fully exposed. Billy grunted, running his hands down the skin of your torso until they met what was left of the dress bunched around your waist. He lifted your hips in a rough motion, pushing the dress down your body until you could kick it off.

You reached down to unbuckle the heels you were wearing when Billy’s hand covered yours, pulling it into his chest.

“Leave them on.” He murmured, shoving his lips against yours in a heated kiss.

His hands wound their way up your body again, stopping to squeeze your breasts before he rolled his body against yours. You let out a whine, reaching for his belt buckle.

“These need to go. Now.” You muttered, unbuttoning his pants, and shoving them down his legs.

“Yes ma’am.” He chuckled, pushing the remainder of his clothing off his body. You were both fully bare, minus your heels, pressed up against each other, and you didn’t think you could take another second of waiting for him to thrust into you.

Billy had shifted his focus to your breasts, wrapping his lips around your nipple. He teased it with a lick, and you let out a frustrated groan.

“Something wrong, princess?” He teased, eyes flicking up to yours.

“Billy,” you whined, “I want you to fuck me. Please. Please.”

You were begging, but you didn’t care. You’d waited long enough to be this close to him and you were dying for him to be inside of you. His gaze instantly darkened, and he nodded, shifting his body so that he was lined up with your entrance.

“You’re sure you want to do this, right?” He asked, suddenly worried that he’d taken advantage of your vulnerability in the alley earlier.

“I’ve never been surer of anything, Bil.” You murmured, opening your legs wider.

He sank into you, grunting when he finally bottomed out. The bliss on your face was enough to remind him that he needed to move. He slowly began thrusting, motivated by your soft mewls in his ear.

“I’ve dreamt about this.” He groaned. “I’ve been waiting my entire life for you.”

“Fuck, Bil. You’re gonna make me cry.” You breathed, capturing his lips in yours. He pushed into you harder, and you let out a stunted moan in return.

“It’s true.” He murmured your name, picking up the pace of his thrusts. You couldn’t form a coherent response, punch-drunk on the feeling of him. “I love you.”

Heat began to build in your core for the second time that night, and soon Billy was pounding into you, mumbling sweet nothings in your ear as you came apart around him. The groan Billy let out when he felt you fluttering around him was downright sinful, and you moaned so loudly you were sure the party back at Anvil heard you.

Billy’s thrusts became sloppy, and you knew he was close. You captured his lips in a sweet kiss, and his pace faltered as his grip on you tightened.

“I love you more, Bil.” You mumbled against his lips. Your words un-did any semblance of control he had over himself, and he roughly kissed you as he came deep inside of you. You moaned with him, relishing the feeling of being filled by him. He pressed his forehead against your chest, panting as he came down from his high.

You ran your fingers through his hair, kissing his shoulder. When he was finally able to function again, he lifted his head and brought his lips to yours. He kissed you for what felt like hours, and you welcomed every second of it. He was finally yours, and you planned on spending the rest of your life kissing him every chance you got.

He slightly pulled away, looking down at you. “Was that okay?” He asked, nuzzling his nose against yours. He was still buried deep inside of you, and you could feel yourself beginning to leak around him.

“More than okay. I loved it. I love you.”

“I love you.” He mumbled, kissing you again.

You shivered with oversensitivity when he pulled out of you. The entire night felt like a dream, and you were terrified that you’d wake up tomorrow and find out it had all been in your head. Billy pulled you against him, cradling your head against his chest. No, you thought, you couldn’t possibly be dreaming the warmth you felt when he held you.

“You’re going to have to help me.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“What do you mean?” You asked, nuzzling your head into his chest.

“I’m terrified that I’m going to ruin this. I’ve never had a successful relationship, and this one feels like the most important thing I’ve ever done.” He confessed as his fingers trailed over your back.

“You’re not going to ruin anything, Bil. Relationships are tough, but we’ll get through anything that comes our way, okay? That’s what you do when you love someone.”

“What if I don’t love you the right way?” He asked, cradling you closer to him.

“You already have, Bil.”

“I swear I’m dreaming right now.” His chuckle reverberates through his chest.

“Want me to pinch you?” You asked, looking up at him with a mischievous grin.

“No,” he shook his head, “If I’m dreaming, I want to stay here forever.”

Your grin shifts into a soft smile, and you press a long kiss to his cheek. “Okay.” You murmured, closing your eyes. You drifted, lulled to sleep by the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat. It would be hours before Billy was settled enough to sleep, but he didn’t dare move. He watched you sleeping peacefully against him, unable to comprehend how the night ended with you in his bed. He’d finally gotten the girl, and he was terrified, but your sweet reassurances had put those insecurities to bed for now. When he finally drifted off to sleep, he prayed for the first time in his life to wake up the next day, wrapped in your arms.

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munsonownsmyass · 11 months

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Matt Murdock x tattoo artist reader

Summary: Finally working at the place of your dreams, you get the hardest client of your career.

Notes: When I read The Sweetest Pain (and part two) from @e-dubbc11 it sparked something in me. So I really wanted to make a little piece too. This one takes place in Billy's shop and the stories are intertwined, but can be read separately.

Warning: None. Just some flirting, pining and yearning for hot Matt. What?! So no spice in 3.8K words?! No, sorry. But there will be in part two (if anyone wants a part two, that is 😅)

Words: 3.8K

Standing outside the Anvil Tattoo Shop, you take a deep breath. For longer than you remember, you’ve wanted to be a tattoo artist. For years, you’ve practiced and been working in small, sleezy parlors, anything to get some experience. It had all been leading up to this. Hopefully a place at one of the finest shops you’ve seen.

Whenever you’ve walked past, you’ve been dreaming about working here. The owner, Billy and his employees are immaculate in their work, truly amazing and you want to be part of their team. With another deep breath, you pull yourself together and walk through the doors.

It’s still early, so there’s only three guys there. Billy you recognize instantly, but the other two you haven’t seen before. They all raise their gaze as you walk up to the counter.

“What can I do for you?” Billy asks, looking up from his sketch.

“I was hoping to get a job. I… I love your shop and admire your work so much and I want to be just as great as you some day, so-“ You stop, mentally scolding yourself over how awkward you are. Word vomit as if you’re some crazy fan. Hugging your folder full of your drawings and tattoos, you look to the men before you. “Sorry. I just-”

“Let me see.” Billy gestures to the folder and you hand it to him, hoping it’s good enough to land you a spot in his shop. “Why do you want to be a tattoo artist?”

“Because I’ve been through so much shit in my life and I’ve only ever felt happy when I draw… Or get a tattoo.” You chuckle softly, looking at Billy as he goes through your stuff. “Getting a tattoo is pain, but it’s a pain you control. It’s therapeutic. So whether I’m the one wielding the needle or getting a new piece on my skin, it’s like therapy. It’s something I can control.”

Billy stops and look at you, his eyes looking you over. You see in his eyes that he gets it, that he too have been through some shit in his life. And maybe that’s why no more than 10 minutes later you’ve signed a contract to work at Anvil Tattoo Shop.

The first few days go by so fast. You get your own space and some new gear, watching as Billy works. One of his buddies, Frank, lets you do a little piece on him so they can see how you work. Billy looks over your shoulder at the little skull you’re tattooing onto Frank’s chest.

“Your linework is amazing. You’re already on your way to being a great artist, Shortcake.” Billy rubs your back softly before he walks back to his own station. You blush, thinking this is probably the best day ever in your life so far.

“Easy there, kiddo. Billy is taken.” Frank whispers with a smile, looking at your flushed cheeks. You just laugh, before putting the needle back to Frank's skin.

“Oh, don’t worry. He’s not my type.”

You could swear you hear Frank's heart stop for a second. You just grin, dipping the needle again, before tattooing again. “Okay, he is hot. Even a blind person could see that, but… I dunno, just not what I’m looking for.”

“I’ve never heard anyone say that before.” Frank chuckles, looking over at Billy. “I’m gonna rub that in his face.”

“Oh, I believe you.” You both grin as you finish up your work.

You’ve been there for almost a week now, when a new client walks in. Billy had already said that the next one through the doors would be yours and you’ve been sitting on the edge of your seat all morning. But your mood falters when you see his cane and glasses.

“I’m sorry, Sir, but this is a tattoo shop, just in case you didn’t see it. Fuck, I mean-” You bite your tongue, ready to bury yourself in a hole. “Shit, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He chuckles, showing off a beautiful smile that leaves you weak in the knees.

“My brain stops working around hot guys.” You chuckle, but then shake your head, wishing the earth would just swallow you whole at this point. So fucking embarrassing. “Fuck. I’m sorry. Again. Look, I can get another artist for you.”

“I think you’ll be just fine.” He chuckles. Lucky for you, he seems to find your awkwardness adorable. You look to Billy, silently asking if it’s okay or if he’d rather pull you from this client, but all you see is him and Frank trying not to laugh.

“Okay, good. So what can we do for you today?”

“A tattoo would be nice.” He grins playfully and you hate the way you react to it.

“Well, you’ve come to the right place then.” You bite your lip, hating the fact that your first real client is this hunk of a man and not just some random girl. You really don’t want to make a fool of yourself but it seems like that ship has already sailed. “Right, if you come with me, we can discuss the design.”

“Would you mind?” He extends his arm for you to take, so you do, guiding him to a little desk where he can sit while you draw.

“Looks like we know what her type is now.” Frank whispers, making Billy break. They both laugh and you flip them off, making a mental note to kick their asses later.

“Hey Frank.” The man says, smiling in Frank's direction.

“Hey there Red. Didn’t picture you as a tattoo guy.”

“I’m full of surprises.” He smirks and you sense there’s some kind of inside joke between the men, especially when you see the way Frank just smiles, before he turns back towards Billy.

“So, uhm…”

“Matt.”

“Matt.” You say softly, thankful he is blind and can’t see the heavy blush on your cheeks or the way your eyes study his face. He is really handsome and you're instantly drawn to his lips. Really beautiful lips. This is bad. You should focus.

“What type of tattoo were you looking to get?” You question, but you’re not even sure you hear the answer. Something something catholic. Look at that jawline. And that scruff. Wonder how he’d look with a full beard?

“Okay, good good.” You cough, scribbling something down on paper. Matt laughs, placing one of his hands on your arm.

“You want me to repeat it?” He smirks. Shit. He knows. Of course he knows. He probably has this effect on every woman he meets.

“Yeah, that would be nice. Just so I’m sure we agree.” You say, this time really listening to him. You love the idea he has, already doing a little sketch as you talk. It’s a typical catholic tattoo, a cross, rosary and a text, but you’re determined to make this great and special.

Soon you’ve done talking, already have a time booked and an outline to work with. As Matt leaves the shop, you sigh at the counter, not being able to think about anything else than what color his eyes might be. Frank and Billy come up on either side of you, both with shiteating grins.

“You want me to help with the sketch? I think I paid more attention than you did.” Billy grins and Frank cracks up.

“Fuck off. Fuck all the way off.” You flip them the finger before walking back to your desk. This was probably going to be the hardest job in your career.

When Matt returns a few days later for his first appointment, you’re nervous. Not just because you’re going to be so close to the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, but also because you want to do a good job. You want to do Billy proud and Matt trusts you. He’s put more trust in you than anyone before. You’ve thought about it, him not being able to even know what you’re putting on his skin. So you’ve done something you never thought you’d do.

With help from an old artistic friend, you’ve managed to make a sketch he can feel. Each line is raised from the paper, almost like braille. You know he probably can’t make out everything, but at least it’s something. You slide the sketch over to Matt and watch as his fingers touch the paper.

“I know it’s not perfect, but I hope you can feel some of it.” You bite your bottom lip nervously, studying his face. He smiles as his fingers dance over the sketch and you see the surprise on his face when he reaches the text, made in braille. You already had another sketch with the actual text, this one was just for Matt.

“You-” He looks up, his eyes almost finding yours as he searches for the right words to say. “This is incredible. Thank you. You didn’t have to do all that for me.”

“Yeah, well… I know how much a tattoo can mean to a person and it’s something you’re gonna have with you forever, so… wanted you to know what I made for you.” You shrug, blushing again when you see the smile on Matt’s face.

“It’s perfect. And the most thoughtful thing anyone has done for me.” His hand lands on yours, giving it a soft squeeze. “So thank you. Well, should we get started then?”

“I’m ready when you are. Just let me prepare the stencil.”

You lead him to the chair before walking over to get the stencil ready. You hear Billy and Andy snicker softly, but you try to ignore them. But when you turn around, you stop dead in your tracks. There he is, shirtless. His body is beyond what you could even conjure up in your mind, muscular and hard. So hard.

You’re not a believer, but you almost feel like thanking God for bestowing Matt and his perfect body upon you. You praise yourself lucky he wants the tattoo on his back, cause if he had faced you, you’d never get it done.

After everything is prepped and Matt is ready, you start. He doesn’t even flinch as the needle pierces the skin.

“Just tell me if it hurts and you need a break. It is a big piece for a first tattoo.”

“I’m used to pain.” He smiles over his shoulder before laying down again and you continue your work. Billy walks over every now and then, complimenting your work. You’re happy for the praise, you really are, but you barely notice him, all your attention on Matt. How he breathes softly as you work, a small sigh or groan if you hit a sensitive spot.

“You have a very gentle touch.” He says at one point and you almost combust, thoughts about how you wish you could have your hands on Matt in a not so gentle manner. But you just bite your lip, trying not to say anything.

“You making Matt feel good over there, Shortcake?” Billy teases and you just shoot him a grin, shaking your head.

“Are you jealous?” You ask, making sure to look him in the eyes as you dip your needle. “I can do you once I’m done with Matt.”

“Oh, you got a deal.” He grins and you turn your attention back to Matt. It was all just for fun, both because he was your boss and he had a girl. But you enjoyed the playful banter and flirting.

All too soon you’re done with the first session and clean up Matt’s tattoo. You’re really proud of it so far and you make sure to tell Matt all about it, trying to give him a mental image of how it looks. At the counter, as you make his next appointment, he leans in close.

“So you and Billy… Are you dating?”

“What? No!” You say a little too loud, causing Andy to chuckle as Billy feign being hurt. You mouth a sorry before looking at Matt again. “No, we’re not. I’m single. Very single.”

“Good to know.” He gives you another one of his radiant smiles, before taking the card with the time of his next appointment. At the door he pauses. “So. How am I supposed to care for this when it’s on my back?”

“Oh, uhm… Maybe a friend… or your girlfriend can help you?”

“I don’t have a girlfriend. I’m very single too.” With a grin, he leaves the shop and you don’t even try to hide the grin on your face. He’s cute, single and you’re pretty sure he just maybe a subtle, but lewd suggestion. Oh, you’re definitely in trouble.

The next few days you try to forget about your hot client and luckily, Billy has some clients come in with wishes that match your style. So you emerge yourself in work, trying to make the days go faster.

When you walk into work, everyone else is already busy with clients. You greet them and see Billy’s girl is in for her second session. You’ve been dying to meet her, so you walk over. But before you say hi, her beautiful tattoo steals your attention. Billy’s work is always beautiful, but this octopus is something else. You lean in close to really see all the fine details, putting your hand on Billy’s shoulder very carefully.

“Wow! Billy, that’s incredible.” You say with a big smile.

“Thanks…” He pauses and looks up at you. “Shortcake, this is my sweet girl. Baby, this is my new artist, Shortcake.”

She extends her hand and you shake it, noticing the beautiful rose tattooed on the back of her hand. “Hi there. It’s nice to meet you.”

You could see what Billy saw in her. Beautiful and she seemed kind. And she did have very good taste in tattoos, so you already knew you’d like her too.

“Oh jeez, I should have recognized you from your pictures. Why didn’t you tell me she was coming in today, Billy?! It’s nice to meet you too.” You say, genuinely happy to finally meet her.

Sitting down at your station, you pull out some sketches for tonight’s client. “Wish I’d known she came though, so I could have made a better impression.” You gesture to your clothes and makeup which was very basic this evening.

Billy just smiles before looking over his shoulder. “You always look good.”

“Aw, thank you.” You smile with a shy shrug. “You too, by the way. Love the new hair.”

You don’t even think about it, always being flirty by nature, so for the rest of the evening you and Billy keep it up, all for fun of course. Your mind is still on Matt and your appointment tomorrow. You can’t wait to see him again.

“You’re daydreaming again.” You hear Billy say as he keeps working on Rose. “Thinking about anyone special?” He grins and you know he’s referring to Matt.

“Oh, you know there’s only one guy for me.” You wink at him, before returning to your client. You focus on your work, but the mention of your name makes you look up in time to see Rose walk out the shop.

“Done already?”

“She was just tired.” He looks after her and you don’t press him further and just return to your client.

One of your favorite things was to sleep in, just laying in bed, maybe reading a good book. And even though you had no plans before later today, you had woken up at dusk, unable to fall back to sleep. Today was Matt’s second appointment. A small part of you had thought about being slow today, dragging it out so he had to come back.

You had heard about Billy’s little trick with Rose, making sure she’d come back. You noticed it quickly. He works fast, but not with her. It was kinda cute. So maybe you could do the same? No, it wouldn’t be proper. You shake the thought as you get ready, deciding to head to the shop early. Better to use your time cleaning than just pace your apartment.

Getting there, you restock on colors, gloves, needles. Clean around your station and the others too. When Billy walks in, he seems pleasantly surprised, but also has a worried look on his face.

“You okay there, Shortcake?” He walks closer, leaning against the counter as he looks at you.

“Yeah, just… Getting ready for Ma- my appointment. Thought I’d clean a bit.” You smile, continuing to sweep the floor. But Billy's hand on yours stops you.

“I can see you’re not.” He takes the broom from you and puts it aside, getting you to sit down on your chair. “You really like this guy?”

“Well, I don’t have to.” You shrug, looking away. Even though Billy has mixed business with pleasure, it doesn't make it okay for you to do it too. He and Rose had been friends for years, so that was different. “I know it would be unprofessional, so-”

With raised brows, Billy looks at you and for a minute you’re not sure if he truly is offended. But his face makes you giggle. “I’m sorry, Billy. I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I know.” He reassures you as he pulls you in for a quick hug, before he lets you go again. “You’re talented and you’ll do great. And if that Murdock guy doesn’t like you back, he’s a fool. Now, back to work.”

He pats your back as you walk away and returns to his own stuff. You look over your shoulder, thankful for Billy and for him taking a chance on you.

Walking through the doors to the Anvil Tattoo Shop was the highlight of Matt’s week. Ever since the last appointment, he had been thinking about you. Besides being one of the most thoughtful women he’d ever met, you were funny, flirty and smart.

Throughout the session he had a hard time focusing with your hands on him. Surprisingly gentle, considering the needle in your hand. He hadn’t felt the pain, not really, too focused on you. How your heart would beat faster whenever he touched you or gave you a compliment. How your blood would rush to your cheeks at his smile. But most importantly he was surprised at how much he loved his name on your lips.

“I’m ready for you, Matt.” You say softly and Matt has to fight not to smile like a fool at your sweet voice. He follows you to the chair, smirking as he hears the way your breath hitch at seeing his bare chest.

Like the last time, time flies by in the chair. He should feel bad for being here, for enjoying your company as you defile his skin, but he doesn’t. He’ll atone for it later. Atone for the impure thoughts about you.

He knew he would feel everything more given his heightened senses, but this he would never have expected. How soft your touch is, how your breath ghost over his skin when you lean in closer. Your body pressed against his all while inflicting him with this sweet pain.

Between your flirty remarks and your genuine attempt to get to know him, you ask if he’s okay. How can he even answer that? Now that he’s felt this, he will never be okay again. He is exposed in a way he’s never been before, completely at your mercy.

“How’s it going here?” Billy asks as he inspects the tattoo. There’s about an hour's work left and you’re so happy with what you’ve done so far and by the look on Billy’s face, he's proud of your work too.

“With me or her?” Matt questions, making you smile again. “Cause even though I’m no stranger to pain, it’s starting to hurt a little.”

You all laugh and before you can stop yourself, you gently caress Matt’s arm, promising him it’s over soon. Billy gives you a soft pat on the back and notices how some of your hair has gotten loose, so he tugs it back behind your ear, so it’s not blurring your vision.

“Don’t worry, Matt. I’m sure she’ll make it up to you.” Billy winks up at Matt and you can’t help but play along.

“Oh, you know me, Billy. Always leave ‘em feeling good.”

He just about to say something back, when you hear Rose call him from the counter. You’d been so busy with Matt and Billy, neither of you had noticed her come in. She seems upset, so Billy quickly leaves you to your work and follows her out.

“You know what's happening?” Andy asks quietly and you just shake your head. You’re suddenly nervous on Billy’s behalf. You know he’s in love with Rose, that’s clear to see, so you really hope there aren't any problems.

“So, if Billy isn’t your type, who is?” Matt’s question takes you by surprise. You had never mentioned that to anyone besides Frank.

“Ehm, well… I’ve always had a thing for mysterious guys with red glasses. And I do have a thing for eyes, especially if they’re-” you drag out the last word, watching Matt smile as he removes his glasses, revealing the most beautiful hazel eyes you’ve ever seen, “-hazel. I was gonna say that, you know.”

“Oh, I believe you.”

You work a little more, seeing out of the corner of your eye how Andy is making his way to the door, trying to eavesdrop on Billy and Rose. Dipping the needle again, you sigh. “I hope he’s not in trouble.”

“He’s not anymore.”

Before you can ask how he knows, they return and everyone in the shop pretends nothing is wrong. When you find out the reason behind Rose being upset, you could kick yourself. You apologize to her several times, promising you didn’t mean anything with the flirting. It’s in your nature, but you promise not to do it again.

Everything seems to fall into place and you finish up Matt’s tattoo. It’s beautiful, if you had to say so yourself and you knew Matt would love it when you tell him about it.

“You know-” he starts, smiling softly, “- the last time it was quite hard to do the aftercare properly. And my friend Foggy was not too pleased with rubbing my back.”

“Well, we can’t have that. So what do you suggest then?” You laugh seductively.

“What if I buy you dinner?” He gives you a flirty smile, making your heart beat hard in your chest. “Then you can tell me all about the after care or… You could show me?”

“Dinner sounds great.” You giggle, feeling your cheeks burn. “But I’m not off until 9.”

“I can take your last client.” Billy says behind you. “She can be ready at 7.”

You look over at Billy with his arms around Rose, both of them giving you a big smile. You mouth a thank you, before returning to Matt to discuss the details about tonight. When he leaves, you can’t help but smile. Dream job and maybe soon, a dream man. You couldn’t really imagine life getting any better than this.

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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Ok, ok. First of all: I'm a big fan of your work, I can't get enough of it. Now, I have this TBB HC idea of each member -including Omega- being very protective of the reader because they see the reader as a sibling but also bc reader is dating one of their brothers. For example TECH: reader is Hunter's gf, she is buying supplies with Tech, and she gets harassed or something and Tech protects her, idk you are way better at coming up with the scenarios lol, I hope it makes sense. Have a great day♥

Thank you! Love to read that! :))

I love to read that, it's making so much sense. They are like a family so as soon as you are with one of them, you are family too in a way.

The Bad Batch x Reader HC's - "You Are Part Of My Family"

Warnings: Strong Language/ Angst/Fluff

Baseline Situation:

You are in a relationship with one of the batchers. One of his brothers accompanies you to run errands. You come across an unpleasant person who is harassing you. Of course, this behavior does not go unpunished.

________________

Hunter

He's right there to step in and put himself in front of you, shielding you from harm.

Hunter growls, "You better get out of here, and fast. Or I'll make sure you disappear."

He's not joking. You are part of his family now, you are his brother's big love. He would never ever let any harm come your way, especially not on his watch!

You know Hunter is a gentle soul, but when he is determined and angry, he is downright scary. The harasser won't stay much longer to find out how far Hunter would go, his gaze is scary and piercing enough to burn holes into dura-steel.

No need to worry, he's looking out for you, always. Even if the other guy wouldn't be scared of Hunter, he is not at all afraid to fight for you.

Echo

You know he is sweet and clever and can be a real softy. But this situation makes you see a very different Echo. You see his eyes narrow, his muscles tense. He's not just stepping between you and the harasser, he's shovin him pretty hard, making him land on his ass.

"You son of a bitch better get out of here before I get really angry"

He's not shy to get into a fight over protecting you. No matter how soft and rational he usually is, this is different.

He takes it personal when someone is herassing his family. You can take a breather and relax. Echo always has your back if you need him. And don't worry, right aftter the incident, he will be your lovely, soft and caring brother in law again.

Wrecker

"Dafuq you think you're doing?", he growls.

Let's be frank. Having a guy like Wrecker talk to you like that, leaning in, intimidating, is enough to make most people run. He's generally disgusted by people who herass others, but this guy had the nerve to go for you, his familiy, right in front of his eyes. Stupid idea.

He's tense, hands closed to fists. He just want's to smack that guy around. But he doesn't want to scare you, the only reasons he holds back as long as he can.

If this idiot should be so stupid as to test Wrecker's patience, you will see a person without wings flying.

He is a protector. He has a good heart, a gentle soul. But he also thinks that you don't have to put up with everything. Sometimes you have to draw boundaries, and he's happy to do that on your behalf.

Tech

"Excuse me"

Tech reacts realtively calmly. Steps in and attracts the attention of the other person. The next moment you see the harasser fidgeting and twitching on the ground. Tech has given him a electric shock.

He electrocutes the man on the ground again, twice.

"Just to make sure the message got through," he says with a small smile in your direction.

Tech takes your hand, steps over the guy on the ground and leads you further across the market with him.

Tech doesn't flip out that quickly in theory, at least not obviously, but he also has no patience for knuckleheads like that one. He's looking out for you, of course, there's no question about that. His approach is very different from his brothers, though. But that doesn't matter, you're always safe in his company, he makes sure of that.

"You are part of my family, ad'ika."

Crosshair

Well he's not much of a talker. Crosshair won't discuss or make threats. He steps in and knocks the guy right out. Either with his fist, the handle of his blaster or rifle, or with a stun shot.

"I don't have the patience for trash like this", he grumbles and keeps walking, assuming you keep following him.

Of course you do that.

He is such an intimidating person that sometimes a simple look from him is enough to make people stop moving and hold their breath when he looks at them. When you first met him, you had a similar reaction.

Crosshair is different. He won't talk much with you, but he looks out for you and fiercly so if he has to. He may not put it into many words, but keeping you safe and sound is important to him. Relax, he won't let anything happen to you, he would never let that happen.

Omega

"How dare you!!!"

Omega is incredibly outraged and immediately intervenes.

"Hands off! Go away!"

Omega builds herself up in front of the harasser and seems more than determined to defend you. She definitely has the courage of her brothers.

She's very fiery and determined about it, and of course you're worried that it might put her in danger. But Hunter, who has naturally followed you because he wants you both to be safe, is already approaching the scene. Amused and annoyed at the same time. He will save the day if he has to.

Omega sees you as a family member and a friend. You are important to her brother. Even if she was a little jealous at first, of the attention Hunter gives you. Now she can't imagine not having you in her family.

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ladylynse · 6 months

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Happy Halloween! 👻

For continuing a three sentence fic - I’d love it if you wrote more of the second idea for “file cabinet” or the thermos/drowning fic

Links:

https://ladylynse.tumblr.com/post/728500835869474816/i-went-on-a-trip-down-memory-lane-and-visited

https://ladylynse.tumblr.com/post/185211125716/hi-there-im-feeling-a-little-evil-today-so-how

Happy Halloween, Anon! I think the file cabinet was the more popular prompt with people, so I went with that one even though the temptation to torture Danny further was very much there. The original three sentence fic is copied here, and the rest is under the cut.

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Logically, Vlad knew Daniel couldn’t escape his current predicament without help, and the vultures—incompetent though they could be at times—were capable of handling the simple task of alerting Vlad to the inevitable arrival of Daniel’s little friends.

That didn’t stop Vlad from giving into the urge to pull open the middle drawer of his filing cabinet to make sure the little badger hadn’t woken up and escaped since Vlad had stuffed him in there upon Valerie’s unexpected arrival, though.

Vlad had gotten Valerie out of his hair sooner rather than later, and his newest invention had done the trick in taking care of Daniel since he was still unconscious, but Vlad couldn’t help but feel that the other shoe had yet to drop; he’d won this time, but he still half expected something to explode in his face whenever he opened the drawer to check that Daniel was still there, and he doubted he’d feel otherwise until Daniel woke up and was finally forced to come to the realization that he didn’t have the upper hand.

-|-

In hindsight, Vlad supposed he should not be surprised that the other shoe had waited to drop until the little badger had woken up.

Oh, Daniel still didn’t have access to his ghost powers—Vlad had made quite sure of that—but it seemed that he was far from powerless.

Evidently, lock picking and untying knots had been added to Daniel’s repertoire, and Vlad would have to ghost-proof some cable ties in the near future. Daniel’s escaping the pilfered Fenton Fisher line was less of a surprise than his escaping the purloined Fenton Cuffs (Vlad had wanted to account for the possibility of another ghost helping him as best he could), since Vlad had no idea what he’d managed to use as a lockpick. Sam’s influence, no doubt. Her parents weren’t as high class as they liked to pretend, but Vlad had met them enough times even before moving to Amity Park to be quite sure she’d taught herself how to pick locks in early childhood.

Not that any of the particulars mattered when Daniel, freed of his bindings and his gag and now the filing cabinet drawer, was hurling priceless Packers memorabilia in Vlad’s direction and cursing up a storm while doing so.

“Language,” Vlad scolded lightly. He was intangible and floating just slightly off the ground, and he had a duplicate ready to ambush Daniel before he could grab something else Vlad didn’t want to be destroyed, but it was hard to keep up the pretence of indifference when he could hear something break as it hit the wall behind him.

Sadly, that was the reason Vlad was down to one duplicate.

Daniel scowled. “Says the guy who thinks butter biscuits is a satisfying swear. Seriously, get a better writer. Maybe you can hire the Ghost Writer because your original stuff sucks.”

“That’s not—!” Vlad bit off his protest. Daniel was trying to rile him, but at least when he’d started talking, he’d stopped throwing. Vlad let the duplicate lapse; he didn’t need the headache of splitting his concentration, and Daniel seemed bound and determined to give him a headache. “I’ll be frank with you, shall I?”

“I mean, I guess calling you Frank is a step up from what you usually want me to call you, but….”

Vlad heroically resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Let me be crystal clear. Whether you like it or not, you fell for my trap, and your little friends are going to be more than preoccupied with dealing with my employees. You may have escaped from a drawer, but you have not escaped this room, and you will not escape me. You do not have as many options as you seem to think you do.”

Daniel tilted his head. “You sure about that? Because I think you have it backwards. You fell for my trap, my friends are keeping your employees busy, and now you don’t have as many options as you think you do.”

Vlad shot him a withering look. “Bluffing will get you nowhere.”

“Who says I’m bluffing? Even if you don’t think we saw your setup coming a mile away after all those hints Skulker’s been dropping, Sam and Tucker aren’t my only friends.”

“The ghosts—”

“The rest of my friends are not automatically ghosts. Geez, don’t you stalk me enough to know that? Wasn’t that what all your creepy spy stuff was for? Learning everything about me and Mom?”

Vlad sighed, but Daniel would only keep interrupting. Vlad wouldn’t lose anything by humouring him on this. “I can handle your sister.”

“Okay, one, she’s gotten better, and two, she’s not who you’re missing, so it’s a moot point even if you don’t believe me.” Daniel grinned. “So how about some show and tell?”

The final words were pitched louder and carried an emphasis they shouldn’t have, given the mundane nature of the conversation, which should have been Vlad’s first clue. Or perhaps his second. Third? The first clue he shouldn’t have missed, anyway.

But hindsight is always 20/20.

“I dunno,” said Valerie’s voice above him, clear even above the whine of her charging ecto-gun. “You told me a lot, and this showed me a lot, and I didn’t hear a lot of denying going on where it mattered.”

Vlad slowly raised his hands, though that was more for the show of it than anything else. Half the weapons he gave Valerie wouldn’t work on him, or at least wouldn’t work well—if he could figure out a way to exclude his ecto-signature and therefore being recognized as a ghost, he’d done it—but she wouldn’t know that.

Besides, being shot with an ecto-gun in this form would hurt more than it would a regular human, even though he’d set these sorts of weapons to automatically adjust and downgrade their charge should they ever be aimed at him or one of his duplicates.

“Whatever lies Daniel has been telling you—”

“He’s not the one who’s been lying to me,” Valerie hissed, and as Vlad finished turning to look up at where she was perched at the window entrance she always used, he realized that her weapons were not lit with his ecto-energy but with Daniel’s.

They had planned this.

Daniel really hadn’t fallen for his trap; he’d waltzed into it and turned it to his advantage.

Butter biscuits.

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theycallmebecca · 6 months

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For your Autumn prompts- a character (I’m thinking Frank or Curtis would be fun!) of your choosing doesn’t “get” the magic of Autumn/Fall- but after participating in a typical Autumn activity (Fall Festival/haunted house/carving pumpkins/apple picking/a scare crow making contest/scary movie marathon) they get it and it’s a cute fluffy ending 🥺🧡

If this drabble had a theme song it would be Taylor Swift's Anti-Hero, specifically the line 'Hi, I'm the problem, it's me' because I literally started writing this drabble the day I got this request back on the 18th and the ending eluded me until today...

Never the less, I have prevailed! And I bring you some Frank Adler grumpiness.

Title: New Traditions

Pairing: Frank Adler x reader

Rating: PG

Warnings: n/a

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"What do you mean you think fall is overrated?” You stared at your boyfriend in shock.

“The colors are nice, I guess,” Frank Adler replied with a shrug. “But I don’t get the fuss.”

You blinked and shook your head in disbelief. You opened your mouth to remind him that he’d grown up in fucking New England, one of the most picturesque places in the entire fucking world to experience fall and then shut it when you remembered why the two of you were even in New England in October.

Mary’s monthly weekend with her grandmother.

You bit your tongue to keep from saying anything about Frank’s mother and tried to mask your face, but you could see Frank’s lips twitch as he tried to fight smiling himself.

“It’s ok, you can call her a bitch if you want to,” Frank said with a grin. “I’ve said worse. To her face.”

“I will not stoop to her level,” you said, pulling your shoulders back. “I’m just glad I’m part of yours and Mary’s lives now and can help you both experience the parts of life that were kept from you.”

“Like what?” Frank asked, tilting his head in curiosity.

“Experiencing fall the way it’s fucking meant to be spent!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up. “Pumpkin patches, hayrides, corn mazes, just everything that makes fall fun!”

Frank gave you a look that said he wasn’t convinced.

“Trust me, by the time I’m done showing you and Mary everything you’ve missed, you’ll be begging me to show you more and, not only that, but making a huge weekend of it every single year,” you promised.

With Mary busy with her grandmother for the weekend, you and Frank went to a local haunted house and then watched a couple scary movies. While he refused to admit he was enjoying himself, you could tell that he was.

By the time you guys were back in Florida, Mary was on board for experiencing a true fall and you knew that would seal the deal for Frank. If there was anything that made your grumpy boyfriend happy, it was seeing his niece enjoying her childhood, something that both he and her mother had missed out on.

You spent the week planning a weekend full of fall-related fun for the three of you, some of which you shared with Frank and Mary, but other parts you decided to keep as a surprise.

When the weekend finally arrived, the three of you got up early and headed out for the first day of fun. You’d found a farm not too far away that had an actual pumpkin patch as well as hayrides, a corn maze, and a farm store.

Just as you had expected, it was an instant hit for Mary. It was a harder sell for your grumpy boyfriend, but, eventually, even he was enjoying himself, though you weren’t sure if it was because he’d gotten into the fall celebration or if it was just because he was happy that Mary was happy.

By the end of that first day, you knew that you’d just stated a new, annual, family tradition.

#theycallmebecca #theycallmebeccawrites #frank adler #frank adler fanfiction #frank adler fanfic #frank adler fan fiction #frank adler x you #frank adler x female reader #frank adler x y/n #becca writes drabbles

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riddlebot · 1 year

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some welcome home musings, theories, and potentially discoveries i havent seen many other people talk about yet, from me and @keeningthoughts!

there are tic tac toe boards all over the site.

(img id: a row of screenshots of tic-tac-toe boards from the Welcome Home site, then a row of the boards redrawn to be more clear. a row of text reads "frank and julie? julie wins." "julie and wally, julie wins." "wally... no X's. he 'wins' but doesn't cross it out. " " could be u related - go together to make a win? - could be unrelated." next to that is a row of text saying the name of each file the tic-tac-toe comes from "hello edited", "autograph compilation", "you do im so happy", "why are you fibbing you are not there i dont see you please do not lie to me", and "i cant reach them im so sorry" end id)

unclear if the bottom 2 are actually tic-tac-toe boards but they look like they could be. the neighborhood also can be put into a tic-tac-toe board, it looks like this:

(img id: a tic-tac-toe board showing where each of the welcome home resident would be placed, as well as each residents signature color and symbol. end id.)

as for what it all means yet, who knows! clay (keeningthoughts) and i think the ? signifies us, the viewer, or a way out of the neighborhood.

we know that Home speaks in a series of creaks and bangs. what isn't mentioned outright is that Home actually speaks in morse code. in the duet, when Wally asks if it liked his song, Home replies "I do" in morse code.

now i can't post a gif of it here, but if you watch Home's eyes in the Neighboorhood page, its eyes move in a specific pattern over and over again. It seems like looks down, eyes shakes quickly 123. Looks sideways back and forth slowly 123. Looks up, eyes shake quickly again 123. 3 dots, 3 dash, 3 dots. This spells SOS in morse code. Is Home asking us for help?

Other smaller details:

clay pointed out a few weird details about Wally's paint palette.

(img id: a close up of wally's hand holding a paint palette. end id)

there seem to be letters in the paint. they're upside down. we think we can see the letters: iylc or iypc or iysc. potentially with an x at the end of those. the green/yellow also looks like an arrow pointing to an x. don't know what it means, if it means anything, but it is curious.

in the full image of wally painting, his brush has purple paint on it. but there is no purple paint mixed on his palette. eddie's signature color is purple. i've also seen someone point out that while there are rainbows everywhere on the website, they never have purple in them.

that's all for now as far as potential clues! what do you guys think?

#welcome home arg #welcome home spoilers #welcome home clues #p #wh

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frostfairysteve · 1 year

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wip excerpt from so close yet so far away (the distance is shorter than you think)

Eddie walks into Gareth’s bedroom, expecting it to be empty. Jeff has no interest in stick-and-pokesm and Frank had other plans, so it should only be the two of them. But standing by Gareth’s desk and looking through his music collection is no other than Steve “King” Harrington. And he’s looking mighty comfortable in a bedroom that he has no reason - no right - to be in. Just standing there reading the back of a casette, wearing the tightest shirt, tightest jeans, tightest everything.

Before Eddie can say anything however, Gareth walks in, completely unsurprised at Harrington’s presence. In fact, Gareth only pauses to close the door behind him and hand Eddie a Yoo-Hoo before walking up to Harrington to see what cassette caught his attention.

“I should play Bad Boy for you later. I think you’d like it.” Gareth notes, picking the Quiet Riot cassette out of Harrington’s hands and putting it aside. “Eddie’s here, so we can start.”

Eddie looks up from the bottle he had been opening when he hears his name, and offers Harrington something that might be a smile. It’s not answered. Instead, Harrington looks down at Gareth with a pout.

“You didn’t say anyone else was coming.”

“Eddie’s safe.” Gareth puts a hand on Harrington’s arm for balance before kissing his pout away.

Eddie did not spend two years lying about not having a crush on Steve Harrington for this to happen. He almost drops the bottle, his mind blanking at the sudden influx of information; Harrington has been okay with kissing guys this whole time, Harrington is kissing Gareth, Gareth is kissing Harrington, when the fuck did that happen, and did Gareth say earlier that Harrington would like a metal song?

His mouth must be hanging open. This can’t be real.

Harrington looks much happier when the kiss breaks, and finally acknowledges that Eddie has been standing there this whole time.

“I’m Steve. I think we had Social Studies together?”

They did. Eddie didn’t think Harring- Steve knew.

“Uh, yeah. Ms O’Donell. She hates me.”

“I think she hates everyone,” Steve gives a little laugh that shouldn’t be cute but somehow manages to be. “So, did you give yourself those then?”

He’s nodding to the swarm of bats on Eddie’s arm, and it takes a moment before it connects that Steve is there for stick-and-pokes. Eddie is really done with getting surprised by him.

“They’re a good warm-up.” Eddie shrugs off, and finally opens his bottle. He immediately gulps some of the chocolate milk down to avoid more conversation. He still can’t believe what’s happening. It’s almost more shocking that Steve is interested in tattoos than guys.

“You didn’t forget your lighter, right?” Gareth asks. He had been gathering the supplies they’ll need while Eddie and Steve talked, and has beginning to set up on the bed.

Eddie is about to find his own when Steve gets one out of his pocket and hands it over. Okay then. Better for him to save on lighter fuel.

“I’ve got the ink.” Eddie offers instead, putting the bottle under his arm so he has both hands free to go through his pockets for the small container.

It doesn’t take them that long to set before up, and Eddie finds himself sitting on the floor with his back against the bed, adding another bat to the swarm. Gareth and Steve are up on the bed, talking through something as Eddie works. He does his best to not listen, doesn’t want to hear them being all gross and in love. (He’s happy if Gareth’s happy, but… Steve. It’s kind of hard to see his long-time crush with someone else, especially when he used to think he had a crush on an asshole. But Steve is actually kind of awkwardly charming and it sucks.)

Eddie has been humming melodies as he worked, trying to figure out a bridge for a song he’s working on. Focused on the music and the repeating pattern of the stick and poke, he doesn’t notice at first that the others have moved from the bed. He almost drops the needle when he looks up and Steve is suddenly next to him, curiously watching the process.

“Does it hurt?” Steve asks, when he notices that Eddie’s paused.

“Not if you do it right. Unless you have a low pain tolerance.”

“Yeah, no, no need to worry about that.” Steve gives a little laugh again, but it’s much more bitter than the first one. Eddie doesn’t know what to do about the revelation that Steve Harrington has more layers to him than an asshole jock that peaked in high school. How the hell does Gareth handle this?

#stareth #steddie #my fiction library #it's a 5 + 1 fic ending with steddie getting together (no break-ups. communication and polyamory. steve has two hands.)#takes place in 1985 #steve would listen to quiet riot and he would love bad boy #this is my professional opinion as a tears for fears fan that doesn't usually listen to metal #but i've been listening to condition critical (1984) while writing and i kind of like it. especially bad boy lol

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80pairsofcrocs · 2 years

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baby scarab || 24

anon - for the baby scarab series jake, marc, or steven (or khonshu who goes and tells the guys) finds out about the developments with casper and all have their different reactions?

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@r4tch1ld - HONESTLY THOUGHT I FEEL LIKE THE NEXT CHAPTER IS ABT JAKE AND I HAVE A SUGGESTION, WHAT IF SOMETHING HAPPENS AND JAKE IS CHASING READER AROUND AND SUDDENLY SHE FLINGS A WEB OUT ONTO THE CEILING AND SHE SWING AROSS THE ROOM AND FALLS ON HER ASS, BUT IS TOO SHOCKED ABT SWINGING ACROSS THE RROM TO REALIZE WHAT HAPPENED AND JAKE AND READER STARE AT EACHOTHER FOR A WHILE LIKE "..."

-🐀the great🤞😻

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@amazowolf - OKAY SO…I found this video on tiktok and it made me think of your Baby Scarab series now that Matt and Frank are involved. I don't know what could happen for Frank to go off on a homophobe, but the thought of him defending Baby Scarab made me laugh and happy. Then the boys finding out later and just getting protective 😂 (I could be projecting there 😂🤔)

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTdwpw74U/?k=1

I just thought of you and your series and thought I would share!! Hope it's not a bother 💜

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A/N : okay, so the requests werent delivered to their best ability, hope they were presented goof enough though since the next one will touch up on them a little

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : please enjoy, and as always, dont be afraid to leave a request :)

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), language, spidey stuff, homophobia(barely?), rushed writing, fluff. let me know if i missed anything

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you woke up alone. it was weird since you’d gotten so used to waking up with steven, marc, or jake.

yesterday you and steven took a nap on, and then you beat his ass at uno before helping him make food and then falling asleep again after that.

it was late by then too, it was a long day.

you were about to panic when you heard a clatter coming from the kitchen.

you shoot up in the bed, and slowly get up and softly walking to the source of the sound.

it was steven of course, and he’s just been washing dishes while something was cooking on the stove.

you snuck into the room while stevens back was turned, and sat up on the counter, waiting for him to turn around.

your swinging your legs back and forth, and you begin to get bored as steven doesn’t notice you.

but marc does, he knows you’re there.

but he doesn’t say anything since he also happens to know that you’re planning something.

you decide to stand up on the counter, silently reaching your hand up to the ceiling and pulling yourself up so that your crouching on the ceiling.

you tilt your head at marc in the reflection of one of the many mirrors around the room.

he puts a finger to his lips and smirks, signaling that he’d stay quiet.

you smile at him and nod, moving yourself across the ceiling so that you’re almost right above steven.

the ceilings in stevens place were weirdly higher than yours, so you had room to almost standing up fully before touching him.

you reach down as far as you can and realize you can barely reach him.

you sit there crouched on the ceiling and decide what you should do instead.

you look at the two dirty dishes left to his right, and decide what your next move is going to be.

you’re honestly surprised that he doesn’t notice that you’re literally right above him, but he is a geezer so i guess it would make some sense.

right as steven looks away from the sink to put the now clean plate he was washing in the drying rack, you shoot a web out to grab one of the dirty ones, bringing it up to you and watching as steven thinks he’s losing it.

“i swear there was a plate right here..” he looks to marc. “wasn’t there a plate there?” he asks and you see marc shake his head.

while stevens distracted, you decide to take the other one too, and when steven looks over he stammers over his words.

“okay well obviously i got hit on the head or something” he scoffs, looking around the room and walking carefully around the kitchen.

“or maybe you got dropped on your head as a child” marc chuckles and steven gives him a look.

“well that would mean you did too, idiot” steven retorts, while marc just scoffs.

you keep yourself from chuckling and follow steven around while still on the ceiling.

“now where did those plates go i swear there were two right there” he then says in distress and you shoot a web at the ceiling. and slide down on it so that you’re right next to steven who’s staring down at the sink, and you turn to him.

“bit sad, innit?” you say, which surprised steven as he jumps back and screams in a slightly high pitched voice.

you shrug while still hanging off the ceiling, hands hanging onto the web while your legs are bent up so that your feet are near your hands.

“yOu scared the living shit out of me!” steven exclaims at you, holding a hand to his heart.

you give him a guilty smile. “i’m sorry” you say, flipping off the web and onto the ground, on one knee while one arm is facing outwards to keep you from falling over, and flipping your hair out of your face before starting to get up.

steven and marc are just giving you weird looks as you get up, yanking the web off the ceiling and catching the plates that you stuck to the wall.

you hand them to steven and walk off to sit back up on the counter.

“see marc, i wasn’t dropped as a child” you finally allow yourself to laugh.

marc gives you a look from the mirror, and shakes his head. “hey, why do you do that thing?” he asks and you make a confused face.

“what thing?” you ask, leaning back and leaning on your hands which are planted on the counter.

“that thing you do after you jump off of something” marc elaborates and steven nods, understanding what he means.

“the.. like the thing you do when you whip your hair when you land- steven do the thing” marc says trying to not sound insane.

steven looks at him and then you who’s still confused. “you really don’t know what we’re talking about?” he asks and you shake your head.

“it’s the thing that marc said, you know?” steven gets down on one knee like you were, with one arm out while flipping his hair around.

“you know, the thing with the arm and the hair” he stops and gets up.

“it’s a total fighting pose, you’re a total poser” steven tells you with a smile on his face while marc chuckles in the background.

“i’m not a poser” you say offendedly.

“yes you are, what do you call the whole hair-flipping thing?” marc teases and you glare at him.

“i mean, you do it as if everyone’s looking at you” he continues and you scoff and roll your eyes.

“don’t come at me, you guys do the same thing” you complain, earning a chuckle from both of the two guys.

you then notice how jake still isn’t there and you sigh.

“have you heard from him?” you ask quietly while steven goes back to the dishes.

“no” marc shakes his head. “he’ll come around” he tries to assure you and you nod.

steven finishes with the dishes, turning his attention back to the food that was still cooking on the stove.

“i made your favorite again, i hope you don’t mind” steven cuts in, making the atmosphere calm again.

“oh uhm.. casper invited me over again for lunch” you start, getting a look from marc. “can i go?” you ask.

both of them take a breath in unison. “if we walk you there and back” marc says and you nod.

“what about the bruises? wont he get.. you know? worried?” steven asks and you nod.

“i’ll just make an excuse”

“what about your arm?”

“…” you take a breath. “i’ll wear long sleeves.”

the two nod. “alright, but you can’t stay there for too long, alright?” steven says worriedly and you nod.

you really hoped it would be a good day, i mean it can’t be worse than what happened a few days ago.

can it?

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“do you have everything you need?” marc asks, getting ready to leave.

you slip your shoes on and give him a thumbs up. “yeah, it’s just lunch, marc” you reply and he sighs.

“i know, but you’re going to be gone for a couple hours.” he exaggerates.

you snicker and pass him to open the door. “i think you guys need to chill”

marc comes out after you, locking the door. “okay, yes. i know we’ve been a bit.. uhh” he tries to find the right word.

you step onto the elevator. “clingy?” you ask and he nods.

“sadly. yes” he confirms and you elbow him in the ribs.

“whatever will you do without me?” you ask sarcastically, marc pressing the ground floors button.

“i actually have no idea” he says seriously and you raise an eyebrow as the elevator dings and the door opens.

“well what would you do before you met me?” you ask, both of you walking out of the building and to the sidewalk.

“..just moon knight stuff” marc answers.

“well i used to work at the museum but someone got me fired” you hear steven complain, and marc scoff.

“what about layla? you can spend time with her, she is your girlfriend” you suggest and marc makes a face.

“i don’t think she’d be too happy if she found out about.. the thing” he says, referring to when you were taken by harrows men.

“wait- you haven’t told her?” you start, both of you turning a corner.

marc shakes his head. “well don’t you think she deserves to know?” you interrogate as you see casper’s place coming up.

marc sighs and nods. “i just don’t know how to tell her in a way that she won’t get mad at me” he confesses and you look at him weirdly.

“she would know that i couldn’t be there in time- but i just get the feeling she’d be mad for me not telling her” he explains and you nod.

“well if you don’t tell her, i will” you say, stopping in front of the wooden door leading to casper’s home.

“fine, i’ll tell her” marc mumbles and you smile.

“i’ll text you when i’m on my way” he changes the subject and you nod.

you knock on the door and hear footsteps approaching it quickly, and then you see it open a little, and you get confused and look down.

“hello, allison” you smile at the girl, and she smiles back.

she looks between you and marc. “i think i can take it from here” you tell marc and he nods, waving a little to allison and turning away.

“if you need me don’t hesitate to call” he tells you.

“don’t worry, i will” you say back, and he turns around to give you one last look before turning away.

“is your brother there?” you ask the little girl and she nods.

“he’s hiding” she says and you give her a confused look while she opens the door wider for you.

you slowly step in and look around for anybody but see no one.

“and where exactly would he be hiding?” you ask allison and she giggles, pointing to the wall between the foyer and the kitchen.

you nod at her and slip your shoes off by the door, hugging your thin jacket to your chest after you take it off.

“why’s he hiding” you ask again, and allison smiles mischievously.

“he said that he needs to make his hair pretty because he wants to impress you” she admits and you let out a quiet chuckle.

“did he now?” you keep the information for yourself and peer around the corner, seeing casper looking at himself in one of the reflective windows.

“come on.. stupid-“ he then sees you looking at him from the reflection.

“ohmygod” he turns around. “you’re here” you nod.

“nice observation” you say and he scoffs.

“i told allison not to get the door” he mutters.

you tilt your head. “aw but then i wouldn’t know that you wanted to impress me” you say sarcastically, and you see the soul leave casper’s body.

“she told you that?” he asks quietly and you nod.

“well like i’ve said- she- she’s only a kid she loves making things up” he shrugs and walks closer to you so that he could speak to you easier.

“sure” you smile at him.

you look up to his hair and see that it looks almost the same as it always does.

“well, you succeeded in making your hair pretty” you say teasingly and casper covers his face with his hands.

“oh! hello, y/n” you hear a new voice, which happened to be grace walking into the room.

“hi grace. how’ve you been?” you ask politely while casper stand beside you embarrassed.

“oh, i’ve been great.” she starts. “what about you?” she asks back and you smile.

“i’ve been good” you say it more to yourself than her, and when she gets a better look at you her smile fades a little.

“oh dear, what happened to your face?” she asks, and casper looks at you closer as well, seeing the faded bruises.

casper couldn’t see them before, since it was the lighting that prevented it.

“yeah, i see it too” he says. “what happened?” the two look worriedly at you but you just send both of them a comforting smile.

“just another usual fight, it’s no big deal” you tell them and grace turns away frowning, preparing lunch for all of you.

casper just gives you a look, nodding to follow him as he walks down the hallway.

you sigh and follow him, ending up sitting in the same spots in his room.

this time you noticed all the paper airplanes you made handing from the ceiling in the corner by his bed.

“what really happened?” he asks you seriously and you sigh shaking your head.

“i already told you i-“

“cut the bullshit, you’re lying” he hurts out at you, which is very uncharacteristic of him.

“you do this thing when you lie, you always sigh and then shake your head” he says and you groan.

“okay, so what if i’m lying?” you ask. “i turned out okay” you tell him and he’s the one to sigh this time, running a hand through his hair.

“i’m just worried about you” he admits and you soften your expression.

“apparently everyone is” you mutter.

“you know, it’s weird that you got this beat up with that spider vigilante running around” he says skeptically.

you scoff. “well maybe she’s not always around” you try to reason and casper gives you a smug look.

“how do you know that they’re a girl?” he asks with a smirk and you chuckle.

“on the news, we saw her smoking hot bod” you said equally as smug.

casper groans and runs his hand through his hair again. “okay, i’m going to be straight up- i maybe kinda thought you would know them- or- her?” he admits and you let out a silent sigh of relief.

“you know, since you know moon knight, i thought you’d know the spider person” he says disappointedly.

you look at him in pity and let out a breath. “sorry, i don’t know her.” you start. “and she needs a cool name, i do agree with that” you say referring to when casper originally said it.

“and like i’ve previously said before- arachnid is a badass vigilante name” he says, now ignoring the previous subject.

you chuckle and look at casper who’s already looking at you.

“what else did allison say?” he asks quietly, and you shrug.

“just that you were making your hair pretty” you laugh, and casper covers his face again.

“come on, don’t be embarrassed” you say and he turns to glare at you.

“then quit making fun of me” he complains and you keep laughing.

he eventually smiles and shakes his head at you, and then you both hear a familiar knock on the doorframe.

“mama said come get lunch” allison stats. “she said you could come back here if you want” she finishes and leaves.

you look to casper and he gets up, you doing the same and following him.

grace had made delicious looking sandwiches for you guys, saying how she made the bread herself.

you were shocked too, like oh my god, this woman-

she made bread. you don’t even know how bread is bread.

bread.

it was so good too, like you can’t get over it.

anyways, your time with casper went by quickly, you guys finished your lunch in his room and you both were seeing who could solve his rubix cubes first.

he had a couple, surprisingly.

you two were so engaged in trying to beat each other, that you almost missed your phone ringing.

you stopped and put the rubix cube down of course, sliding your finger across the green button after seeing that it was one of the guys.

you pick up and casper looks to you, but you don’t notice that as you stare down at the desk your arm is propped on.

“y/n?” you hear marc’s voice.

“marc” you say back.

“i was just letting you know i was on my way” he tells you and you smile to yourself.

“i thought you said you’d text me” you reply.

“well i just wanted to hear your voice” he responds and you snort.

“clingy” you say, and you hear marc sigh.

“yeah, make fun all you want” he starts. “be there in five”

and then he hangs up.

he’s never good at goodbyes.

you look at casper and give him a smile.

“marc’s on his way here” you tell him and he makes a sad face.

“i’ll see you soon, don’t make that face” you tell him and he chuckles.

casper nods to his door. “you can take some bread with you” he whispers to you and an excited look takes over your face.

casper chuckles. “come on, he’ll probably be here soon” he says while getting up again, you following him.

casper wraps up some of the bread that grace made in some of that clear wrap stuff and hands it to you.

“enjoy it” you take it from him and you tuck it under your elbow.

“i will” you assure him and you both stand by the door waiting for marc.

which wasn’t long, since you opened the door right before he could knock.

“how’d you..” casper starts but you shake your head.

“just a feeling” you shrug, forgetting marc was there.

“well, i might stop by the cafe with allison some time this week” casper shrugs and you nod.

“that’d be nice” you say, and you hesitantly put a hand up to his cheek as he panics, marc watching with surprise at what you’re doing.

you lean in and press a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth, pulling back right after that.

you nod to him and step down from the foyer to the outside.

“i’ll see you” you wave and start walking while pulling marc along by the sleeve.

you hear the door close and take your hand off marc, putting it in your pocket while the other one is still holding your bread.

“what the hell was that?” marc says suddenly and you look at him.

“what was what?” you ask back.

“..are you kidding me?” he starts. “you actually just kissed him in front of me” he says, his voice a pitch higher.

your face flushes in embarrassment. “i didn’t kiss him on the mouth though so it’s fine” you mutter and marc scoffs.

“but you kissed him nonetheless” he points out and fakes a throwing up noise.

you elbow him in the ribs and roll your eyes. “what? it’s not like i haven’t heard you and layla ‘snogging’ before”

marc gives you a look. “you’ve… heard it?”

“mhmm”

“well don’t let me catch you kissin’ anyone please” he cringes and you chuckle.

“and i mean anyone, man or woman” he clarifies and you smile at him.

“or woman?” you hear a voice from behind you so both of you turn around to see an older woman with short blonde hair, her looks being identical to the average ‘karen’.

“yeah, you got a problem?” marc asks defensively, and you hold his sleeve to keep him at your side.

“marc, let’s just go” you mutter but he shakes his head, turning back to the woman.

“yeah, just go back to wherever you came from” the lady says grumpily and marc starts walking towards her before you stick your hand to his sleeve, and your feet to the ground.

you shake your head at him and he sighs, turning back to you.

“fine, just don’t listen to her” he tells you and you nod.

“damn queers” the lady says, turning back around while you look down at the ground and try to speed walk away with marc.

you feel like you’re about to crack under pressure when a noise is heard from heard from behind you.

you both turn around and you see a familiar face.

“do you really have nothing better to do than bully a little girl?” the man says to her, and you smile slightly.

“i’m just-“

“no, you don’t have any excuses, now go apologize” he points to you.

you shake your head as the woman scoffs. “sorry” she says angrily and stomps off.

“thank you frank, but that was really not necessary” you say and marc furrows his eyebrows.

“you know this guy?” he asks you and you nod. “he came in the cafe once” you shrug.

“yeah, well it’s nice to see you again, little lady” he starts, giving a nod to both you and marc.

“but i gotta get going, stay outta trouble” he says, reciting what he said to you only a few weeks ago.

“i will, have a nice day” you respond and he starts walking in the other direction.

you and marc start your walk home again. “this day keeps getting weirder and weirder” he shakes his head.

“it does, doesn’t it?” you nod along.

~~~

the two of you got home pretty quickly, without any more incidents.

you were glad there were no other problems, besides the one with the lady was already bad enough.

you didn’t show it, but what she said hurt you more than you wanted it to.

you and marc are now just sitting on the couch together and flipping through channels.

“has jake said anything yet?” you ask him impatiently.

you get no answer and look to him in confusion as he gets up and moves to the kitchen.

“..marc?” you ask cautiously.

he turns around and reaches to the hat rack, slipping the newsie hat onto his head and you smile in anticipation.

“sorry for the absence” jake turns around and you smile even wider.

without thinking, you shoot a web out to the ceiling and swing yourself over to him and go crashing into him with your arms around his neck and legs around his waist.

“where did you go? i missed you” you say as jake gathers himself and pulls you away enough to look at you properly.

“..what the hell was that?” he asks and you sheepishly smile at him.

“it’s a spidey thing” you say simply and jake chuckles softly.

“i missed you too, mi vida” he says to you and you lean back in to hug him again.

he had his arms around your frame, carrying you back to the couch.

“i also have questions about the fighting pose” he smiles into your hair.

you pull back to glare at him.

“don’t even start with that” you threaten.

he puts his hands up in surrender.

“fine, fine”

~~~

the rest of the night was just you and jake catching up.

he knew exactly what had happened and all that, he just liked hearing you talk.

i mean, what father doesn’t like hearing their daughters talk about their day?

~~~

A/N : ending was rushed but i hope you guys like it, and for everyone asking i am in est, and i post at about 10-11 pm every other day.

see you guys with chapter 25 on sunday!! <3

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taylorkellyreporting · 1 year

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i hope no one minds if i liveblog this bitch: ted lasso from 2x02 to 2x05

jamie’s such an asshole 😭

“…oh.” skfjgjvjfjs

the sad music playing in this jamie scene is taking me out

i hate jane, beard deserves so much better

maybe frank sinatra was the problem

nate and his asshole attitude is getting really old

“why’s it smell like my nana’s house in here?” i don’t know why but the line delivery is sending me

“you ain’t even speaking spanish” CACKLING

“evidently she doesn’t eat sugar” “what a fucking asshole” 😭😭

the littles being absolutely thrilled when roy swears is so funny

we all have our kinks i guess skfjgkvkns

“when it sucks and i hate it, i’m gonna hire a bunch of children to follow you around and scream ‘told you so, told you so.’ for centuries” “i look forward to the attention” i love keeley 😭

“old people are so wise. they’re like tall yodas” WHATKGKFJFJS

dani finding it funny that ted and jamie look like they’re sitting in the guys hand while everyone else is upset is so on brand 😭

jamie better get on his hands and knees and beg sam to forgive him, that’s all i know.

sam is so precious, i freaking love him

higgins keeps showing up in the most random places 😭 someone get that man an office

nate talking about how jamie being back would ruin morale by belittling everyone then having him immediately doing it to will was such a smart move

ted got through to dr fieldstone 🥹 i knew she’d grow to love him eventually

oh shit, this is gonna be a disaster

- 2x03

sassy!! i’m so glad she’s back

“you finished on my-“ YELLING

“did he talk like that-“ “the whole time. and so eager to please. it was fabulous.” 😭

genuinely forgot about their hookup til now

“uncle roy, can we have ice cream for dinner?” “no, that’s dumb” “you’re right, thank you for helping me set boundaries” pls

“wow, she really loves you” “i know, it’s fucking annoying” 😭

i really hope we see more of rebecca and nora’s relationship, i’m loving it so far

nora being a sam girlie is so real of her

what the fuck did i just witness?!76(;;$(85&

“charles edgar cheeserton the 3rd” wake up babe new chuck e. cheese name just dropped

“sincerely, boss ass bitch” this whole scene has me in tears

“jamie tartt is a muppet and i hope he dies of the incurable disease of being a little bitch” that’s actually a really good insult 😭

so proud of sam!!

that entire scene with the tape was so powerful

IT’S ABOUT SUPPORTING YOUR TEAMMATES EVEN IF IT MAKES OTHERS UNCOMFORTABLE!!!!!

THEY’RE A FAMILY 🥹

- 2x04

colin and moe aww

i’m not gonna lie, this look is really doing it for me

did jamie just bless HIMSELF??? 😭😭

keeley sticking her tongue straight into the chocolate fountain was sooo me coded

God, it’s me again-

a mini dartboard 🥹 henry is so precious

ted is all alone :(

“i think you might be dying” FUCKFKGJFJDJS

“i brought friend chicken!” “is that a christmas tradition in holland?” “no :D” 😭

“i just walked into your neighbors house! oh my God” idk why but this ep is making me lose it

“let’s get drunk!” pls he sounds so happy

rebecca’s look of disbelief at ted being called a wanker dkfjgjgjs

that nerf scene I’M CRYING

“mom! there are two white people at the door and they’re smiling!” BYE

the guy wanting a selfie with keeley instead of roy skfjfjsdjgkd REAL 😭

PLEASE

losing it at dani and mrs higgins drinking together, they looked so happy skdjgjvkd

ted and rebecca spending christmas together and delivering presents to kids 🥹

“you want me to drive?” “the…steering wheel is on the other side” “right, i’m the one with the accent here” 😭

NOT THE LOVE ACTUALLY REENACTMENT

THIS IS SO SWEET

i love rebecca’s voice so much

this was such definitely my fave ep so far and i desperately need a holiday episode every season

- 2x05

ted laughing when nate said he’d talk to isaac was fucked up but so funny

“so can i like give this back to you and you give me cash? is that a thing or…?” “no.” lmfao

“i don’t drink coffe, my mother says i was born caffeinated” she’s not wrong 😭

nate is taking hit after hit this episode and i can’t even feel bad for him after how he’s treated will

God, i love the way higgins talks about julie 🥹

alright, who wrote ‘yum’ on roys picture? cause i know it wasn’t him lmao

i don’t care if it was just brett almost breaking character, i’m gonna believe that there was a slight smile on roys face cause he was happy to see ted

“you’d look well fit with pigtails” “i do 😁” petition for rebecca to wear pigtails at least once before the show ends…for science.

roy asking ted if he did alright with coaching isaac is something that can be so personal

isaac stopping in the middle of the game to tie that girls shoe just made me love him more

roys reluctant friendship with ted is everything

when harry met sally 😭

every time i believe i can’t love roy more than i already do he goes and proves me wrong

roy seeing the impact he had on isaac 🥹

HIGGINS AND JULIA ARE SO CUTE

keeley looks so proud of roy aw

don’t know if i’ve said this before but isaac has such a beautiful smile

“shut up. just shut up. you had me at ‘coach’” and if i said this is the funniest show on television?

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saeyoungs-angel · 2 years

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⨳ jealousy’s bestfriend — mha

starring. shigaraki & you

plot. shiggy is the incarnation of jealousy, lol.

genre. headcannons, fluff(?), crack(?)

cw. kinda toxic themes? its shiggy cmon, swearing, female reader, shiggy threatening to dust things, ooc shiggy my bad i got carried away lol

notes. my friend wanted me to write shiggy so here i am! couldn't think of much so i went with hcs, hope u guys still like it:) also i haven't watched super far into mha so im sorry if i messed some things up! i couldnt write much for the rest of the lov cause i dont know much about them lol sorryyy

likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated! <3

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now, when shigaraki first returned to the hideout with you accompanying him, most members didn't bat an eye—except toga, she loved you from the beginning.

over time, as you and shigaraki grew closer, the members began to also get to know you better. dabi specifically loved to banter with you, teasing and picking on you every opening he had. toga? she just fucking loved you, the thought of finally having another girl around the hideout made her endlessly energetic.

to be frank, toga is extremely loquacious, bubbly, and all-around just a ‘cup half full’ kinda person. so when she took a liking to you, you thought nothing of it, happy to also have another girl around to converse with—even if that meant talking every-time she crossed paths with you.

other than that, twice was the only one to take just a smidge of a liking to you, simply because you game. though, being shigaraki’s, special person, it was a given that wether you played before you arrived or not he was going to drag you into gaming.

that being said, shigaraki hated that the others took a liking to you. he wanted you all to himself, and that was clearly evident in the way he acted when they wanted time with you.

— gaming with shiggy in his room? twice wants to join, dabi egging your s/o’s anger on from the doorway.

— twice sits down like, “hey, got another controller?”

— shiggy ignores him, poor soul. pls he's like seriously so sad while dabi’s snickering in his place.

— toga wants to accompany you on your mission? shiggy is immediately by your side, “she's doesn't need you there, i'm going with her.” hurtful ass.

— tbh you might have to reign him in sometimes, he's the type to ruin your friendships for his own benefit, that benefit being having you all to himself.

— you’ll be like, “hey uh, shiggy can you like, be a little nicer?” and he’s confused no lie, man is like “why though??” he obviously thought you’d rather spend all your time with him.

— dabi in the kitchen making food? you're making fun of him for lighting the stove with his finger and before he can rebuttle, shiggy is behind you, hand on your shoulder minus a finger. “say it, go on.”

— dabi does not say it. though he does glare at you, figuring you’re using your position to your advantage.

— you’re not, you truly love bickering with the burnt boy, it’s just that shiggy is constantly hovering over you when you’re with someone else—when he’s not gaming or scheming, that is.

— he’s kinda toxic tbh, but if u sit him down and express how you’re feeling about it he’ll most likely tone it down, only because he doesn’t wanna lose you.

— he’s still jealous though.

— toga asked you to paint her nails once and shiggy popped around the corner talkin about, “nope, we have stuff to do.” proceeds to drag you to his room to game with him.

— on that note, he has a controller specifically for you and almost dusted twice for attempting to use it. man never gets a break, honestly.

— there was this one time you messed up on a mission and dabi was really pissed about it, seething from across the room as shiggy wiped your tears and reassured you that it was only once.

— the last time dabi messed up, he almost had extra dust to place in his ashtray.

— plsss i can just imagine toga pulling up like, “hey, (y/n)! you wanna—” “no.” that was shiggy answering for you, shuffling to the kitchen with you in tow to teach him how to cook better.

— basically, shiggy showed up one day like, “look what i found!” points to you while dabi, toga, and twice are all like, “nice! can we borrow—” “NO!” continues to carry you to his room to cuddle because let’s be honest, now that he knows what it’s like to get affection he’s undoubtedly addicted.

— oh and sometimes, when you’re busy talking with someone or talking to him about someone else he’ll just go, “i'm gonna FUCKING DUST SOMETHING.” and you’re sitting there like, “excuse me??? pls relax, i’m right here.”

— it’s safe to say he was calm after getting your attention, he just likes to throw tantrums to snag it yk? while he’s not super toxic in the way he shows it anymore after your talk, he is and always will be jealousy’s bestfriend lol.

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depressedstressedlemonzest · 1 year

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Good morning my lovely lem! Here with my monthly question, again I thought pretty hard about this one and I’ve been seeing so much about Ian and Mickeys wedding recently sooooo my question:

Do you think speeches were given at the Gallavich wedding? Lip was the best man and they almost always give speeches at weddings, what do you think he said in his speech given how close he and Ian are? Was it emotional? Did anyone else give speeches? Ian and Mickey? Did they get emotional too? Debs? Carl? Frank?

If Fiona or Mandy were there do you think they would have given speeches as well?

Oh sweet Chey.

Good morning! The day is bright, I'm feeling joy for the first time in god knows how long, and I hope you're having a wonderful wonderful day!!

I think Lip gave a speech at the wedding, definitely.

"So uh, I'm Ian's brother, older brother, Lip. I've known Ian, well since he was born, and I've known Mickey since he threatened to stab me with safety scissors in the first grade because I wouldn't give him the 'good swing' on the playground."

everyone laughs, Mickey flips Lip off with a good natured grin.

"Ian is my best friend, and I always pictured him ending up with someone special, someone who was good, and kind, and brought out the best in him. Someone who would be there for him in his low times, and someone that would be there in the good times too. And as, astounding to me that it is, Mickey is that someone special. He's been with Ian, through everything. Ups, downs, sickness, health, deaths, prison, military prison, Mickey was always there. At first I couldn't stand it, I mean, I went from being Ian's number one, to being his number two, we were best friends. Then Mickey came and stole that title from me, me who had been there for fourteen uninterrupted years, now I was second banana to a boy who had beat the shit out of me on multiple occasions. As, unwilling as I was to accept it then, I'm glad that Mickey was there. None of us knew the right things to do for Ian in certain times when he was struggling. But Mickey always knew, somehow what to do. How to help Ian be happy, how to heal him. For the last ten years, Ian and Mickey have been in each others lives, and in those ten years I've seen them both grow, I'm beyond glad now, to be second banana to Mickey. Because he is what makes my brother the happiest I've ever seen him in his life. Welcome to the family Mickey."

Mickey is wiping away tears that he didn't want to admit were welling in his eyes, Ian was limping over to Lip and pulling him in a big hug, slapping him on the back before going back to sit with Mickey, holding his hand and looking at him like a sap.

Liam went to the microphone next, "I'm Ian's brother Liam, I've known Mickey my whole life. There was never a time in my life that Mickey wasn't around, he would babysit me sometimes, make me pancakes, watch cartoons with me. I'm glad Ian chose Mickey, and that Mickey chose Ian, and chose our family. I know it's a lot but I'm glad that I won't have to know life without Mickey in it."

Frank goes up to the mic, and everyone kind of looks at him apprehensively, Lip and Debbie groan in unison. But Frank shushes them.

"I'm Ian's father, most of you know me in some way or another. I just wanted to come up here, Ian's the first of my brood to get married. Fiona almost did, and Lip and Debbie both squeaked out kids before tying the knot, very unChristian like. But Ian's the first to marry. And never in my life thought that he would end up marrying a guy, let alone a Milkovich. But he came out with his rainbow flag waving high, and Mickey wasn't far behind him. Even though Mickey is a Milkovich, he's a Gallagher now. And that's what matters, that he's one of us. Welcome to the family kid."

Kevin is the last to go up and make a speech.

"I may not be the sharpest light bulb in the box. But I do know Love when I see it. I see it when I look into my wife's face, when I see my girls sleeping, and I've always seen it with Ian and Mickey. Whether or not they were together at the time, I knew they were in love. They had both come in at different times, wanting to drink, to forget. But no matter how blasted either of them got, they would always talk about the other. 'I like carrot tops, with the freckles and the pale skin, alien looking' 'he has eyes like starlight and lips like rosebuds'. Even if they didn't say it at first, I knew who they were talking about. Because I know love. And I'm so glad that these two, finally grew up to know what love is for them too."

Everyone was emotional, but Mickey cried the most. Debbie and Carl both gave Mickey little 'welcome to the family' hugs in a more private setting, not announcing it to the room.

I think Mandy and Fiona would have given speeches!

Mandy's would start out with "even though my brother stole my boyfriend, I'm not angry, or bitter. Not even now that they're married, because Ian was my boyfriend first. And even though they tried to hide it when we were younger, I knew. No one hangs out in Mickey's room voluntarily for more than ten minutes at a time. And Ian was CONSTANTLY in there when he was over."

Fiona's would be more along the lines of, "I remember when Mickey first came over, how confused I was to find him on my couch, or on Ian's floor. But after seeing the way he looked at Ian I knew."

I loved these questions!!!

#GALLAVICH #gallavich #shameless #gallavich headcanons #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich

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theoddcatlady · 5 months

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I'm Never Shooting Another Snuff Film

You don’t start out shooting snuff. You build up to it. To be honest, I never thought I’d let it get that far. And I wish I never did.

I started out wanting to be a legit film maker. But that’s a hard business to break into when you don’t know the right people. Living on your own is expensive, and it gets humiliating to ask your parents for help covering your rent after the second time. My mom was always more than happy to help, but it wasn’t like my parents were loaded, and I hated being a leech.

Eating nothing but ramen noodles and cheap mac n cheese is its own kind of misery. Not to mention being unable to go out and do anything with friends. I mean, I survived, but I was miserable. So when the chance to film a porno came up, I jumped at the chance. I told myself it would be just this once.

Just this once turned into just one more time, then this would be the last time, and before I knew it I started getting deeper and deeper into the taboo. Like Fifty Shades of Grey looked vanilla compared to some of the BDSM I was behind the camera for.

I knew I was getting out of the realm of legal when I filmed a girl cutting open her arms and licking up the blood. I don’t know what she was on, but she had to be on something to do this all while smiling and giggling. But that check felt so damn good, so I kept my mouth shut. I was finally in the black. I told myself no one made her do those things, so what was the harm in it?

Then one day I was approached with a once in a lifetime deal. I normally worked with my guy Charlie, he got all the hook ups for the weird stuff. One day Charlie came over with this other guy I’d never met before who introduced himself as Noel.

Noel doesn’t look how you’re probably picturing someone in this scene, he was about five foot six and balding on top. He wore these round wire framed glasses and made me think of a schoolteacher. The kind of teacher that everyone loved, the one that you couldn’t wait for his class every day because he never assigned homework and let you listen to music while you worked.

“I’m a fan of your work, Frank- can I call you Frank?” Noel took out his wallet and counted out a few hundred dollar bills. “This is your signing bonus. Once the film is complete, I’ll give you double that.”

My eyes nearly popped out of my head. “How long’s the filming going on for?” I asked, already snatching up the money.

“Oh, just a day. Maybe two, if we need to do reshoots. Don’t worry, you’ll be compensated if it takes any longer than it should.” Noel extended his hand. “What do you say? No hard feelings if you feel you’re not up for the task.”

I shook Noel’s hand and asked when I started.

I figured it would just be over the top BDSM when I saw the set, all chains and brick. I had a few drinks with the two male actors while we waited for the actress to make her appearance. Not gonna lie, I got Ted Bundy vibes from the guy calling himself Tommy, but Gabe seemed like another average, fun guy.

When I saw the actress get dragged in, I realized how very deep I was in over my head.

Her mouth had been duct taped shut, she’d clearly been crying and looked pretty banged up. Noel followed the men dragging her and clapped his hands together. “Let’s get to work then! Frank, I’d like for you to focus a lot on her limbs. The commissioner is very into legs and arms. You’ll only get one chance, but since this is your first time filming this sort of kink, I won’t be too upset if it’s not perfect.”

I should’ve just bolted then. Gave Noel back his goddamn money and left. Gone to the cops, gone to someone.

Instead, I quietly sat behind the camera and treated it like any other porn film.

Lights, camera, action.

I never knew the girl’s name. Both Tommy and Gabe wore full leather masks and were armed with hand saws. I zoomed in as they started sawing through her shoulder. Drops of blood landed on the camera and I brushed them off without even thinking. I saw Noel nod approvingly at that natural motion. The arm fell to the ground and I panned over it nice and slow as it rested on the floor.

They took off her other arm and both legs, her struggles slowly fading and her eyes fluttering shut by the time they got through the final femur. Tommy and Gabe stood, bowed to the camera like they were on stage for a play.

And cut.

I had to run to the bathroom after that. I vomited for what felt like an hour. When I finally stumbled out, Noel handed me the rest of my payment. He patted my shoulder and helped escort me to my car. “It’s always hardest the first time. I bet you had dreams of filming the next summer blockbuster someday?” He said.

I didn’t say anything, but I didn’t need to. Noel just nodded. “We all had dreams like that. Maybe if things turned out differently we would’ve been working on one of those blockbusters together. I’ll call you when I need your services again.”

I told myself that I wouldn’t pick up the phone again when Noel called.

But I did.

I did twenty-five snuff films in total. The money felt so, so damn good. And after a while, you really do become desensitized to it all. For me, it just felt like I was in a dream. A dream with gore and guts and horrible, horrible things happening to people, but it wasn’t happening to me. I just saw it through a lens.

The twenty-fifth film was the one that finally made me quit.

I was out drinking with my fellow crew members when Noel came up with this darling blonde on his shoulder. I don’t know how he did it as he was pretty average in appearance, but Noel could get the hottest women.

“Gentlemen, this is Rada. Rada, this is Tommy, Gabe, and Frank,” He said, gesturing to them all.

Rada giggled and clapped. “Noel tells me you are… actors?” She said, her Russian accent thick on her words.

Gabe puffed up. “Tommy and I are the actors. Frank’s the camera man,” He said.

“Camera man?” She cocked her head to the side. “Is it fun?” She asked.

I shrugged. “Well, I like it. It pays the bills,” I said.

“Very good, very good!” Rada clapped before looking up at Noel. “Could I be in a film? I’ve always wanted to be an actress.”

I nearly dropped my glass. I had to excuse myself from the table, unable to ignore that glint of darkness in Noel’s smile.

I got a text about twenty minutes later saying to head to the ‘studio’. I stopped by at home to change into clothes I didn’t mind getting bloody before I walked over.

Rada was clearly drunk as she teetered around the set. She poked at the chains on the wall and smiled. “Am I a captive in your scene, Noel?” She asked.

“That sounds about right.” Noel helped her into the chains, Rada’s innocent doe brown eyes looking excitedly around. This whole thing made me genuinely sick. It was one thing when they were terrified, begging for mercy and sobbing as they realized they were doomed. But the innocent expression on Rada’s face, how clear it was she had no idea what was going to happen… I almost walked out then.

But then Noel slipped a few hundreds in my hand and I just got the camera ready.

“Now remember, Rada, you are terrified. You are in true fear of your life as this man is about to gut you. Don’t be afraid to scream,” Noel said.

Rada nodded. “I can do that! I’m very good at being scared,” She said.

Tommy snickered before he pulled on his leather mask. “This is just too easy sometimes,” He murmured to me. I just rolled my eyes.

Lights. Camera. Action.

Rada’s bubbly expression changed to one of true terror as Tommy walked into the camera. “Please, why am I here? I want to go home, please,” She said as a tear rolled down her cheek.

Tommy twirled around the knife before sliding it down her front, slicing through the front of her dress. Rada whimpered and turned her face away. “I’ll do whatever you want! Please, take my money, use my body!” She begged.

The knife nicked her skin and I saw this brief moment of confusion before she began to struggle in earnest, realizing this wasn’t just a movie anymore. “Nyet! Unchain me! I don’t like this game! Director! I don’t want to play anymore!” She shouted.

The knife went into her stomach and her breath caught before she screamed so loudly I felt my ears pop.

Tommy sliced down her stomach, thrusting his hand inside to pull out her intestines. He held them in front of her eyes as she continued to scream actual bloody murder. Even Noel, who was typically quite passive during these scenes, winced and rubbed one of his ears.

Rada’s dying breaths came as all her organs were spilled out in front of her. Tommy bowed for the camera.

And cut.

“Incredible,” Noel shook his head before he got up and threw Tommy a towel, “You’ve outdone yourself.”

Tommy nodded before I heard a groan.

“Noel, can I go again? I can do better.”

I am not lying when I say I literally pissed my pants when I saw Rada’s head roll back up, blinking a few times before her eyes focused on Noel.

Tommy screamed like a school girl as he scrambled away, ripping off his mask. “How the fuck!?!” He yelped as Rada began to tug at her chains.

The girl groaned before rolling her eyes and smashing her right hand against the wall, I heard bones crack before she pulled her mangled hand free. She did the same to the left before she began the impossible task of shoving her organs inside her mangled torso. “Scene… sorry… your language is hard… when I hurt…” She grunted as she popped her large intestine back inside. “Scene would look better, covered in my blood? I can be cleaned,” She looked up with a smile as she attempted to pull her skin together.

Noel got up from his chair, I saw him shake as he slowly approached this woman that should absolutely be dead. “What are you?” He said softly.

Rada giggled.

“An actress, Noel. I want to be a very good actress.”

We filmed that scene three more times. Rada had to film the rest of the shots naked, but she didn’t mind. Only thing that bothered her was how cold the stone under her ass was. After each time she’d get up, put herself back together, and we’d go again. I’d never filmed for so long before, not for one of Noel’s films. The sun was coming up when Noel finally said we were done.

I was about to leave when Rada stopped me. “Can I see?” She asked, snuggling into the shirt she’d stolen from Tommy.

Swallowing, I let her have the camera and rewound to the final time we filmed, which Noel had said was going to be his best work yet. She watched silently, nodding approvingly as Tommy tore out her heart and squeezed the beating organ in his hand. “My expressions are believable?” She asked.

“Does it really hurt you?” I asked.

Rada nodded. “It hurts like it would if it would kill me. But like I said, I want to be an actress. Will I be famous in these films? I can change if the director needs me to be a different girl.” She looked so eager for my response.

“… In certain circles, you’ll be a star.”

I left that day and never went back. I never picked up Noel’s phonecalls. Charlie was as good as dead to me. I cut my lease early and am now living back with my parents in Ohio. I think I’ll be going back to school, go into something less bloody like accounting. My mom always wanted me to be an accountant.

I never want to film anything again. Especially one of Noel’s films.

I wonder if Rada’s starring in all his movies now.

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thranduilsperkybutt · 2 years

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Imagine having once been in a relationship with Billy Russo, but when he started Anvil you two grew apart. When you see Frank again, you start to get close, and when Billy hears about it he winds up confronting Frank.

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Being with Billy had never been rocky, per se. In order to be rocky there would have to be some form of turbulence, some aspect of your relationship that was volatile, passionate.

Truth be told, the passion in your relationship had died off even before he started focusing more on work. It was the absence, the dull void of nothingness, that truly dissolved your relationship with him to nothingness. You were to blame, as much as he was, for how you drifted apart from one another, until you were both so distantly out of reach that there was no coming back from it.

Loneliness was something you hadn’t anticipated you would feel, when someone was sleeping right beside you, but there it was. It had seemed only logical at the time to pack your things and leave. There’s no way he could feel a thing about you, with how cold he had become, and that was the one certainty you had left by the time you separated yourself from him once and for all.

You wished you had felt something. You wished he had ran after you.

But wishes rarely came true.

The numbness dulled with your departure from him, and like coming in from the cold, you started to feel again. Slowly, you pieced together your life without him, until you reached a contentedness that you hadn’t felt in a long time.

Frank had become a part of that contentedness when he came back into your life. His friendship becoming one of the things you found yourself enjoying in the days when you would be together. Happiness is what he had given you, and while it wasn’t the same fiery passion that burnt out quick which came with loving Billy, it had grown into something else entirely.

Something that was different, but even more beautiful with it’s slow steadiness. Something more certain, more assuredly present in the way he cared for you, and you cared for him. And there was no denying, you cared for him.

Which is why you aren’t quite ready for the shock to your system that comes with seeing Billy again after all this time, and judging by the way his eyes had trailed from you towards where Frank stood close at your side, he wasn’t ready for it, either. The interaction is quick and bizarre, complimenting your stiffness at seeing him again, until just as fast as it had started, it’s over.

At least, for you.

For Billy he’s left dwelling on it, on how your hand had slipped from Frank’s when you had first noticed him. On how you seemed so frazzled at seeing him again, when you had been so calm with Frank just moments before. It eats at him, this gnawing jealousy, and while the sting of your break-up had been something he’d figured himself finally over, this proved he was far from it.

He’s not thinking clearly when he calls Frank the next day, too driven by curiosity and the desire to confirm if his suspicions of your relationship with his friend are true, “Frank? I need to talk to you.”

There’s a pause, before the gruff voice on the other end of the line comes through, “Well, ‘hello’ to you too. Something wrong?”

Billy’s jaw clenches as he bites back the urge to tell him that yes, of course, everything was wrong, because you had been looking at Frank the way you’d once looked at him the other day, and he can’t get the image of it out of his head.

Instead, he settles for, “Can’t a guy want to talk to an old friend without something being wrong?”

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algumaideia · 2 years

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Nico quotes- House of Hades

She glanced at her half-brother. Since they’d rescued him from the giants, he’d started to regain his strength, but he was still painfully thin. His black shirt and jeans hung off his skeletal frame. Long dark hair framed his sunken eyes. His olive complexion had turned a sickly greenish white, like the colour of tree sap.

In human years, he was barely fourteen, just a year older than Hazel, but that didn’t tell the whole story. Like Hazel, Nico di Angelo was a demigod from another era. He radiated a kind of old energy – a elancholy that came from knowing he didn’t belong in the modern world.

Hazel hadn’t known him very long, but she understood, even shared, his sadness. The children of Hades (Pluto – whichever) rarely had happy lives.

...

Nico sighed. ‘If I was on my own, I could shadow-travel. But that won’t work for an entire ship. And, honestly, I’m not sure I have the strength to even transport myself any more.’

...

Then there was Hazel’s half-brother, Nico di Angelo. Dang, that kid gave Leo the freaky-deakies. He sat back in his leather aviator jacket, his black T-shirt and jeans, that wicked silver skull ring on his finger and the Stygian sword at his side. His tufts of black hair stuck up in curls like baby bat wings. His eyes were sad and kind of empty, as if he’d stared into the depths of Tartarus – which he had.

...

The ship lurched as if it had hit an iceberg. Leo’s breakfast plate slid across the table. Nico fell backwards out of his chair and banged his head against the sideboard. He collapsed on the floor, with a dozen magic goblets and platters crashing down on top of him.

...

Frank tried not to flinch when he realized Nico was at his shoulder. The guy was so quiet and brooding he almost seemed to dematerialize when he wasn’t speaking. Hazel might have been the one who came back from the dead, but Nico was way more ghost-like.

You speak Italian?’ Frank asked.Nico shot him a warning look, like: Watch the questions. He spoke calmly, though.

...

'I’ll go with Frank,’ Nico offered. Frank’s eye started twitching. The war gods’ voices rose to a crescendo in his head: Kill him! Graecus scum! No! I love Graecus scum! ‘Uh ... you’re good with animals?’ he asked. Nico smiled without humour. ‘Actually, most animals hate me. They can sense death. But there’s something about this city ...’ His expression turned grim. ‘Lots of death. Restless spirits. If I go, I may be able to keep them at bay. Besides, as you noticed, I speak Italian.’ Leo scratched his head. ‘Lots of death, huh? Personally, I’m trying to avoid lots of death, but you guys have fun!’ Frank wasn’t sure what scared him more: shaggy-cow monsters, hordes of restless ghosts or going somewhere alone with Nico di Angelo. ‘I’ll go, too.’ Hazel slipped her arm through Frank’s. ‘Three is the best number for a demigod quest, right?’ Frank tried not to look too relieved. He didn’t want to offend Nico. But he glanced at Hazel and told her with his eyes: Thank you thank you thank you

...

Again Frank wondered about Nico’s past, but he was afraid to ask. He caught Hazel’s eye. Go ahead, she seemed to be saying. Nico needs practice talking to people.

...

Must’ve been hard on your mom,’ Frank said. ‘I guess we’ll do anything for someone we love.’ Hazel squeezed his hand appreciatively. Nico stared at the cobblestones. ‘Yeah,’ he said bitterly. ‘I guess we will'

Frank wasn’t sure what Nico was thinking. He had a hard time imagining Nico di Angelo acting out of love for anybody, except maybe Hazel. But Frank decided he’d gone as far as he dared with the personal questions.

...

She’d been thinking about herself, not Nico, but she followed Frank’s gaze to the top of the foremast, where Nico was perched on the yardarm. Nico claimed that he liked to keep watch because he had good eyes. Hazel knew that wasn’t the reason. The top of the mast was one of the few places on board where Nico could be alone. The others had offered him the use of Percy’s cabin, since Percy was ... well, absent. Nico had adamantly refused. He spent most of his time up in the rigging, where he didn’t have to talk with the rest of the crew.

...

Nico.’ Bob scowled at him, his eyes full of hurt. ‘Nico visited. Told me about Percy. Said Percy was good. Said he was a friend. That is why Bob helped.

...

This must have been the way Nico had seen Tartarus, and it had almost destroyed his sanity. Nico ... one of the many people Percy hadn’t treated well enough. He and Annabeth had only made it this far through Tartarus because Nico di Angelo had behaved like Bob’s true friend.

...

‘Dalmatia,’ Nico said, making Jason jump. Holy Romulus ... Jason wished he could put a bell around Nico di Angelo’s neck to remind him the guy was there. Nico had this disturbing habit of standing silently in the corner, blending into the shadows. He stepped forward, his dark eyes fixed on Jason. Since they’d rescued him from the bronze jar in Rome, Nico had slept very little and eaten even less, as if he were still subsisting on those emergency pomegranate seeds from the Underworld. He reminded Jason a little too much of a flesh-eating ghoul he’d once fought in San Bernardino. ‘Croatia used to be Dalmatia,’ Nico said. ‘A major Roman province. You want to visit Diocletian’s Palace, don’t you?

...

Nico leaned over and plucked a grape. Probably that was the guy’s entire diet for the day. ‘It’s said to be haunted by the ghost of Diocletian.’ ‘Who was a son of Jupiter, like me,’ Jason said. ‘His tomb was destroyed centuries ago, but Reyna and I used to wonder if we could find Diocletian’s ghost and ask where he was buried ... well, according to the legends, his sceptre was buried with him.’ Nico gave him a thin, creepy smile. ‘Ah ... that legend.’ ‘What legend?’ Hazel asked. Nico turned to his sister. ‘Supposedly Diocletian’s sceptre could summon the ghosts of the Roman legions, any of them who worshipped the old gods.’

[...] Nico nodded. ‘The sceptre of Diocletian could make a huge difference. You’ll need my help.’ Jason tried not to show his discomfort, but his skin prickled at the thought of going anywhere with Nico di Angelo. Percy had shared some disturbing stories about Nico. His loyalties weren’t always clear. He spent more time with the dead than the living. Once, he’d lured Percy into a trap in the palace of Hades. Maybe Nico had made up for that by helping the Greeks against the Titans, but still ... Piper squeezed his hand. ‘Hey, sounds fun. I’ll go, too.’

Jason wanted to yell: Thank the gods! But Nico shook his head. ‘You can’t, Piper. It should only be Jason and me. Diocletian’s ghost might appear for a son of Jupiter, but any other demigods would most likely ... ah, spook him. And I’m the only one who can talk to his spirit. Even Hazel won’t be able to do that.’ Nico’s eyes held a gleam of challenge. He seemed curious as to whether or not Jason would protest. The ship’s bell sounded. Festus creaked and whirred over the loudspeaker.

...

Nico knelt and picked it up. He regarded Jason, as if waiting for an attack. ‘If the others found out–’ ‘If the others found out,’ Jason said, ‘you’d have that many more people to back you up and to unleash the fury of the gods on anybody who gives you trouble.’ Nico scowled. Jason still felt the resentment and anger rippling off him. ‘But it’s your call,’ Jason added. ‘Your decision to share or not. I can only tell you –’ ‘I don’t feel that way any more,’ Nico muttered. ‘I mean ... I gave up on Percy. I was young and impressionable, and I – I don’t ...’ His voice cracked, and Jason could tell the guy was about to get teary-eyed. Whether Nico had really given up on Percy or not, Jason couldn’t imagine what it had been like for Nico all those years, keeping a secret that would’ve been unthinkable to share in the 1940s, denying who he was, feeling completely alone – even more isolated than other demigods. ...

She thought about what the arai had said – how Nico di Angelo had been the only person to visit Bob in the palace of the Underworld. Nico was one of the least outgoing, least friendly demigods Annabeth knew. Yet he’d been kind to Bob. By convincing Bob that Percy was a friend, Nico had inadvertently saved their lives. Annabeth wondered if she would ever figure that guy out.

....

‘In Katoptris,’ she started, ‘I keep seeing that giant Clytius – the guy who’s wrapped in shadows. I know his weakness is fire, but in my visions he snuffs out flames wherever he goes. Any kind of light just gets sucked into his cloud of darkness.’ ‘Sounds like Nico,’ Leo said. ‘You think they’re related?’ Jason scowled. ‘Hey, man, cut Nico some slack. So, Piper, what about this giant? What are you thinking?’ She and Leo exchanged a quizzical look, like: Since when does Jason defend Nico di Angelo? She decided not to comment

...

He shivered. No. That was the pit speaking to him, sapping his resolve. He wondered how Nico had survived down here alone without going insane. That kid had more strength than Percy had given him credit for. The deeper they travelled, the harder it became to stay focused

...

Nico di Angelo stood in the shadow of the nearest column. He’d shed his jacket. Now he just wore his black T-shirt and black jeans. His sword and the sceptre of Diocletian hung on either side of his belt. Days in the hot sun hadn’t tanned his skin. If anything, he looked paler. His dark hair fell over his eyes. His face was still gaunt, but he was definitely in better shape than when they’d left Croatia. He had regained enough weight not to look starved. His arms were surprisingly taut with muscles, as if he’d spent the past week sword fighting. For all Jason knew, he’d been slipping off to practise raising spirits with Diocletian’s sceptre, then sparring with them. After their expedition in Split, nothing would surprise him.

...

Then you’ve got to convince the king of the South Wind to help.’ Nico’s voice seethed with anger. ‘I didn’t come all this way, suffer so many humiliations ...’ Jason had to make a conscious effort not to reach for his sword. Whenever Nico got angry, all of Jason’s instincts screamed Danger! ‘Look, Nico,’ he said, ‘I’m here if you want to talk about, you know, what happened in Croatia. I get how difficult –’ ‘You don’t get anything.’ ‘Nobody’s going to judge you.’ Nico’s mouth twisted in a sneer. ‘Really? That would be a first. I’m the son of Hades, Jason. I might as well be covered in blood or sewage, the way people treat me. I don’t belong anywhere. I’m not even from this century. But even that’s not enough to set me apart. I’ve got to be – to be –’ ‘Dude! It’s not like you’ve got a choice. It’s just who you are.’ ‘Just who I am ...’ The balcony trembled. Patterns shifted in the stone floor, like bones coming to the surface. ‘Easy for you to say. You’re everybody’s golden boy, the son of Jupiter. The only person who ever accepted me was Bianca, and she died! I didn’t choose any of this. My father, my feelings ...’ Jason tried to think of something to say. He wanted to be Nico’s friend. He knew that was the only way to help. But Nico wasn’t making it easy.

He raised his hands in submission. ‘Yeah, okay. But, Nico, you do choose how to live your life. You want to trust somebody? Maybe take a risk that I’m really your friend and I’ll accept you. It’sbetter than hiding.’ The floor cracked between them. The crevice hissed. The air around Nico shimmered with spectral light. ‘Hiding?’ Nico’s voice was deadly quiet. Jason’s fingers itched to draw his sword. He’d met plenty of scary demigods, but he was starting to realize that Nico di Angelo – as pale and gaunt as he looked – might be more than he could handle. Nevertheless, he held Nico’s gaze. ‘Yes, hiding. You’ve run away from both camps. You’re so afraid you’ll get rejected that you won’t even try. Maybe it’s time you came out of the shadows.’ Just when the tension became unbearable, Nico dropped his eyes. The fissure closed in the balcony floor. The ghostly light faded. ...

She was so giddy with relief it took her a moment to notice Nico, standing by himself, his expression full of pain and conflict. ‘Hey,’ she called to him, beckoning with her good arm. He hesitated, then came over and kissed her forehead. ‘I’m glad you’re okay,’ he said. ‘The ghosts were right. Only one of us made it to the Doors of Death. You ... you would have made Dad proud.’ She smiled, cupping her hand gently to his face. ‘We couldn’t have defeated Clytius without you.’ She brushed her thumb under Nico’s eye and wondered if he had been crying. She wanted so badly to understand what was going on with him – what had happened to him over the last few weeks. After all they’d just been through, Hazel was more grateful than ever to have a brother.

...

‘I’m not,’ Nico said. Everybody stopped eating. Percy stared across the circle at Nico, trying to decide if he was joking. Hazel set down her fork. ‘Nico –’ ‘I’ll go with Reyna,’ he said. ‘I can transport the statue with shadow-travel.’ ‘Uh ...’ Percy raised his hand. ‘I mean, I know you just got all eight of us to the surface, and that was awesome. But a year ago you said transporting just yourself was dangerous and unpredictable. A couple of times you ended up in China. Transporting a forty-foot statue and two people halfway across the world –’ ‘I’ve changed since I came back from Tartarus.’ Nico’s eyes glittered with anger – more intensely than Percy understood. He wondered if he’d done something to offend the guy. ‘Nico,’ Jason intervened, ‘we’re not questioning your power. We just want to make sure you don’t kill yourself trying.’‘I can do it,’ he insisted. ‘I’ll make short jumps – a few hundred miles each time. It’s true, after each jump I won’t be in any shape to fend off monsters. I’ll need Reyna to defend me and the statue.’

...

AT SUNSET, PERCY FOUND NICO tying ropes around the pedestal of the Athena Parthenos. ‘Thank you,’ Percy said. Nico frowned. ‘What for?’ ‘You promised to lead the others to the House of Hades,’ Percy said. ‘You did it.’ Nico tied the ends of the ropes together, making a halter. ‘You got me out of that bronze jar in Rome. Saved my life yet again. It was the least I could do.’ His voice was steely, guarded. Percy wished he could figure out what made this guy tick, but he’d never been able to. Nico was no longer the geeky kid from Westover Hall with the Mythomagic cards. Nor was he the angry loner who’d followed the ghost of Minos through the Labyrinth. But who was he? ‘Also,’ Percy said, ‘you visited Bob ...’ He told Nico about their trip through Tartarus. He figured if anyone could understand, Nico could. ‘You convinced Bob that I could be trusted, even though I never visited him. I never gave him a second thought. You probably saved our lives by being nice to him.’ ‘Yeah, well,’ Nico said, ‘not giving people a second thought ... that can be dangerous.’ ‘Dude, I’m trying to say thank you.’ Nico laughed without humour. ‘I’m trying to say you don’t need to. Now I need to finish this, if you could give me some space?’ ‘Yeah. Yeah, okay.’ Percy stepped back while Nico took up the slack on his ropes. He slipped them over his shoulders as if the Athena Parthenos were a giant backpack. Percy couldn’t help feeling a little hurt, being told to take a hike. Then again, Nico had been through a lot. The guy had survived in Tartarus on his own. Percy understood firsthand just how much strength that must have taken. Annabeth walked up the hill to join them. She took Percy’s hand, which made him feel better.

‘Good luck,’ she told Nico. ‘Yeah.’ He didn’t meet her eyes. ‘You, too.’

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