#the amount of work she does to get a house looking exactly like her personal aesthetic.... absolutely mad

[kaylawritesfics]

anything on being nancy wheeler's sister and dating either steve or billy ?

Being a Wheeler and Dating Billy Hargrove

headcanons

summary: dating billy while being a wheeler kid

pairing: billy hargrove x fem!reader (wheeler!reader)

WARNINGS: swearing, very brief mentions of sex, mentions of abuse

note: i wanted to do one of these for billy because i haven’t written anything for him yet so :)

You met Billy right after he moved to Hawkins. Obviously, he radiated bad vibes at first. He was rude, arrogant, and not someone you had any desire to spend any amount of time with.

Then, the two of you were partnered up for an English project, which meant spending a lot of time with Billy Hargrove.

Initially, you thought it would be up to you to do the entire project. Billy didn’t exactly seem like the kind of person who would contribute to partner work at all.

However, Billy was totally infatuated with you. He thought you were the prettiest girl in Hawkins, so he did what he does best. He tried to flirt with you. Obviously, his reputation preceded him, causing you to vehemently turn him down every time.

The last thing you were gonna do was become one of Billy Hargrove’s groupies. You were not the kind of girl who was just going to fall to his feet and beg him to take you in the backseat of his camaro. This only egged him on.

He loved the fact that you weren’t gonna give into him so easily. If he really wanted you, he had to work for it. You fully expected him to get bored and move onto another girl in a weeks time.

But he didn’t. Instead, he spent most of his free time at your house, working on a stupid poster board over the symbols in Romeo and Juliet, instead of partying or hooking up with other girls.

His behavior seemed to do a complete 180. He was no longer out drinking every night, instead he was doing homework and going to bed at a reasonable hour??

Your parents loved him, especially your mother. She would often come up to your room while the two of you were working, bringing snacks or art supplies for your poster board. Billy would occasionally shoot her a flirty smile or make some kind of weird comment, which earned him a glare and a “Don’t flirt with my mom!”

Over time, you grew pretty fond of Billy. You were even sad that the deadline for your project was coming up so soon. The two of you had finished it a week before, but Billy kept coming over with the excuse of “What if we need to fix something?”

He was weirdly sweet and polite. He made you laugh and teased you over your taste in music.

Billy likes to look through your things. Not in a weird or creepy kind of way, but more in a getting-to-know-you kind of way. He tries to be respectful, avoiding your underwear drawer and anything that could be deemed too personal for his eyes, no matter how badly he wants to take a peek.

Your sister, Nancy, didn’t trust him at all. She knew his typical behavior and immediately decided that his fake niceties were just a sick ploy to get into your pants.

Nancy’s words made you question your semi-friendship with Billy. You couldn’t help but wonder how much of it was true.

Your little brother, Mike, couldn’t stand the thought of you being around Billy. Mike had firsthand accounts of how vile he was, being friends with Billy’s stepsister, Max.

Mike often tried to talk you out of seeing Billy, but to no avail.

When the two of you presented your project, you made an A, which is the best grade Billy had received in a long time. He’s actually genuinely proud and grateful.

You continue inviting him around. He comes to plenty of family dinners, which can sometimes make for an awkward experience given the fact that both your siblings detest him.

He asks you out soon after and you accept, letting Nancy and Mike’s concerns fall to the back of your mind. You had no reason not to trust Billy’s intentions.

He remained super respectful on your first date, taking you to a small diner in town. He has you home by curfew, much to your parents appreciation.

While he still manages to uphold his reputation at school, he doesn’t focus on any other girls. He remains loyal to you, showing you off in the halls as often as he can.

He walks you to and from class, holding your hand and carrying your books for you if you need.

He recognizes that he has a good thing going for him and he refuses to let his assholery ruin it for him.

Your relationship is definitely the talk of the school. Billy Hargrove and Y/N Wheeler? There’s more gossip going around than there was when Steve and Nancy first got together.

He picks you up every morning and takes you home every afternoon. You form a pretty good relationship with Max because of this.

Billy would protect you with his life. If anybody said anything bad about you, they would have to face his wrath. He gets in multiple fights for you.

After a couple months, Billy is forced to come to you after a bad fight with his dad. He pecks on your window, effectively scaring the shit out of you. You gasp when you see the state he’s in, thinking he got into another fight with a boy at school. However, your confusion grows as you notice the tears pooling in his eyes as he climbs through the window and immediately pulls you into him.

He breaks down, telling you everything he’d been holding back for so long. He tells you about his mother, about his dad’s abuse, and everything else. You clean his wounds and hold him in your bed until the sun rises and he’s forced to head back home.

Cleaning his cuts and holding him until sunrise becomes a regular occurrence after this.

After a while, Nancy comes around to the idea of your relationship. She sees how different Billy is around you and she can see how happy you are. All she wants is for you to be happy, so she eventually gives you her approval.

Mike, however, never comes around. He hates Billy and nothing can change that. It doesn’t really bother you, though.

Billy loves seeing you in his clothes, especially his jacket. Sometimes he “accidentally” leaves it in your room just so you’ll wear it the next day.

He likes sitting with you while you read or do homework. He appreciates the fact that the two of you don’t even have to talk to have a good time. He likes just being near you.

He just loves seeing you and spending time with you.

#billy stranger things #billy hargrove headcanons #billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x wheeler!reader #nancy wheeler imagines #nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler x sister!reader #mike wheeler #mike wheeler x sister!reader #mike wheeler imagine #stranger things headcanons #stranger things imagine #stranger things #stranger things 4 #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #robin buckley #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #dacre montgomery #joe keery #natalia dyer #finn wolfhard #st4 #stranger things masterlist #stranger things billy #dear billy

[tatsumessy]

How many kids do you two have? - {JJK}

Satoru Gojo

Two kids. He was trying to run an experiment, he wanted his daughter to look like him then his son to look like you. It worked, your little mini me’s, but they both have Satoru’s extroverted personality which you love because you love your husband. HE’S AN AMAZING ASS FATHER!!! Most people at the school enjoy yours and your kids company more than their fathers which you absolutely enjoy. Gojo does tend to spoil your kids always playing the good cop while you’re the responsible one handing out punishments and always yelling, why? Because they act just like their father. It’s a blessing and a curse at the same damn time. “What do you say about having one more kid?” You gave Gojo a look of disgust and kept doing the laundry. “I wanna bite on a baby’s chubby cheeks again.” “That shouldn’t be a reason for me to put my body through hell again.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and started kissing in the crook of your neck. “That’s not the only reason…your pregnancy glow just get me so turned on, I fall in love with you even more each time.” Turning around you face him you reached up to grab his ear and started walking him towards the living room where your two children were sitting. “Children, your father is saying he wants to replace you with a baby.” Letting his ear go you turned towards him, “now you deal with your moody teenagers and their dislike for having a baby in the house.” “You’re cruel.”

Kento Nanami

One. A daughter, he absolute adores his baby girl. HE GOES COMPLETE DADDY SOFTIE MODE. He treats her like she’s precious cargo and don’t worry he doesn’t forget about you, his queen. As much attention he gives to her you get ten fold because he wouldn’t have been able to praise his daughter if it wasn’t for you. Nanami is the perfect husband, father, friend in that order. And trust me when your daughter got into her teenage years she was a pain in the ass to him until he died and she regretted being an ass to him on most days. Other than that she’s an exact copy of him just with long hair, long eyelashes, and just yeah. His twin. Also when he died, she started taking care of you because she knows hard hard his death hit you emotionally but that didn’t stop you from being a mother.

Suguru Geto

Three kids. All sons. And yes if your child doesn’t have the same abilities as their father then he tends to spend less time with him but at the end of the day he’s still his child. He just doesn’t like the fact that one of his children can’t enjoy the daily joys that happen with him. He wants his children to be involved, you understood. Geto isn’t a bad guy and he’s actually a really great father. Sometimes even gives his children curses as gifts which you’ve told him to stop doing that because it was weird but hey you all are a weird family. And the amount of love Geto has shown you since the kids were born was everything you could’ve asked for. It was rocky at first in your marriage but then after your oldest son was born he respected you more and showed you that you were everything to him. With him you’ve learned that all relationships aren’t perfect, sometimes it just needs time.

Toji Fushiguro

Good luck trying to be in a relationship with him and him not getting atleast one child out of you. You got a daughter whole looks exactly like Megumi, unlike Toji, Megs loved and adored his little sister. Any free moment he had he’d spend with her and you. He enjoyed your company just as much as Toji enjoyed yours, Toji was actually more romantic than you thought especially before having your daughter. With Megumi being able to babysit whenever meant that Toji got to take you out on date night and spend more time with you, even surprise you one night with the help of Megumi and your daughter with a proposal. Once you finally said yes after some MAJOR convincing you two got married with your daughter being the flower girl.

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jjk gojo #gojou satoru x reader #gojou satoru x you #gojo x y/n #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jujutsu nanami #nanami headcanons #nanami fluff #nanami kento #jjk nanami #nanami x y/n #toji x reader #daddy toji #toji fluff #toji x y/n #jujutsu toji #toji fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen toji #getou suguru x reader #getou suguru x y/n #jjk geto #jujutsu geto #geto x you #geto suguru #geto fluff #suguru geto #jujutsu kaisen

[kazemi-archive]

Help Wanted

Pairing: Kita Shinsuke x Reader WC: ~1.2k Genre: fluff CW: references to burnout Summary: after leaving home for the summer, hoping for some emotional reset, you find yourself on the Shinsuke farm

You wound up here by chance. In Hyogo. Your friend had stayed at a small bed and breakfast here and had taken it upon herself to book you the stay here and even pay for it. You had mentioned your exhaustion of your city the exhaustion the school year had taken on you, the constant go go go of working in this environment. The need for a break.

“Just buy the train ticket.” That’s what she had said as she gifted you the confirmation codes for the stay in the bed and breakfast.

Having just graduated from university in Tokyo and another year, another program on the horizon, you took the gift of a vacation, a slower pace of life for the summer.

The first week in the bed and breakfast did prove to be relaxing. You moved on your own time, sleeping and waking without schedule. You got to work on your own personal projects on your laptop and then mosy around town for food when you needed it. It was wonderful. For a little bit. Before you started to get restless.

The market the day before was bustling in a good way, busy but not like the city. It was a softer sort of busy here. It was where you had found the flier that you’d been mulling over all night long. Studying it and debating if it was something you could do.

It was a ‘help wanted’ flier. A newly established farm that was just on the outskirts of town. “No experience needed” was printed across the front of it.

You decided that volunteering some of your abundant amount of time couldn’t hurt, that maybe working with a farm all summer might be exactly what you needed in order to want to go back to the city at the end of your trip when the new school year started.

It was a slight struggle as you tried to find a proper outfit for the day. You’d woken early and tried to tug on the most worn pair of jeans you could find, and matched it with a loose t-shirt that you wouldn’t mind getting some dirt on. Some old sneakers and a dusty hat topped off your look.

You felt out of place on the bus there. Having already embarrassed yourself asking the bus driver if you were on the right track and which stop you’d get off on. The burning in your cheeks still hadn’t settled before you finally reached the stop, reigniting when the driver gave you a few extra directions.

Spinning around a few corners of the dirt road finally led you to a small house. The old style structure of the house was charming to you. There were plants hanging from the overhang of the porch and it seemed to radiate peace.

“Miss?” Your head snapped to the side, the form of an older woman catching your attention as she came from a small, gated garden. “Were you looking for something?”

You shuffled around to face her quickly, hands fumbling around in your bag for the paper. “Hi, I’m so sorry!” Your hand finally grasped the paper and you held it up as you ventured closer to her. “I found this in the market yesterday. I came to see if-”

“Oh!” She clasped her hands together gently as she came closer to you. She radiated warmth, her smile making you immediately feel comfortable. “You found his ad! Good!” She chuckled as she shuffled you closer to the house. “He really does need the help.” You followed her easily, smile gracing your features as her happiness was contagious. “He tries to do it all by himself, he needs some breaks.”

You laughed lightly as you followed her into the house, trailing like a little duckling. “Your husband sounds very hard working.”

“Oh!” She laughed heartily as she grabbed a glass of lemonade to hand to you. “Not my husband, dear.” She smiles as she ushers you to sit at the kitchen table with her. “My grandson runs this farm. He should be back soon, he was making a delivery out in town.”

“I’m sorry,” your cheeks flare again as you laugh nervously, “I shouldn’t have assumed I just-”

“It’s no worry, he’s a very great boy. Works very hard and always has helped out around here, I’m just getting too old to help him back.” She continues to talk about his good qualities and you quietly listen, too taken with how sweet she seems and how fondly she clearly thinks of her grandson.

“Grandmother, who’s our guest?”

Your head turns to the door and you’re sure that your heart stops in your chest. He’s toeing off his shoes at the door, eyes focused on that motion as he tips his hat off to hang on the wall. The reveal of his hair held your attention, light gray through most of it but black at the tips, unlike anything you’d seen before. Your breathing seemed to start next when he looked up at you. His soft brown eyes locked with yours and both of you seemed to freeze.

You felt heat creep back up your cheeks and broke the contact, reaching for the paper again to present it to him. “I, uh, I found your ad.”

“Right, yeah.” You didn’t notice the slight tinge to his cheeks as he sat at the table next to his grandmother, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. “I’m Kita Shinsuke.” He held out his hand for you to shake, you put your hand in his and told him your name in response.

“I would really appreciate the chance to help out. I don’t have any experience, but I do have some free time and I’m a quick learner.” You rambled the words out quickly as you released his hand, nervously bringing your own hand back into your lap.

“It’s okay, I been told I’m a decent teacher.” He smiled softly, hoping if he spoke enough your nervous demeanor would fade. “If ya’d like, I could show ya some stuff t’day. We could start slow.” He said it while standing and nodding his head lightly towards the door.

“Yes, yes of course.” You nodded, standing quickly, ready to follow him. “Thank you so much for letting me try this out, Kita-san.” You followed after him eagerly towards the door and your shoes.

“Ya can call me Shinsuke, if ya’d like.” He said it so nonchalantly, not even looking up as he pulled his shoes back on.

“Ri-right. Thank you, Shinsuke.” Your tongue twisted around the word smoothly and it made your cheeks flush while it made Shinsuke’s  heart hiccup over one of its beats.

Neither of you, too caught up in your own interactions, seemed to notice the knowing smile that creeped onto the lips of Shinsuke’s grandmother as she lifted her glass back to them. “You two have fun out there! Keep your hats on in the sun!”

a/n: selfship coded and probably will have a follow up <3

#𓇻 fics

[tanzdoesthings]

Fresh Air

this is for an au in collaboration with with @mothsakura and also i believe @ardienothesieno has some input as well? either way they’re both great and fun to talk ideas with. baseline info you need is that iterators walk in their cities, with massive facilities underneath the ground level. also some details on fathoms’ ID is not actually settled now, but the writing is what matters anyways lmao.

The heavy door closes behind Fathoms, quietly as to not draw attention to the fact that the person being celebrated at the gala was suddenly absent from the event. She takes a breath of the fresh air, cooling her systems and letting it out as a sigh, shoulders lowering as she let the uptight posture fade away. The nice thing about having such a large event is that she wasn't expected to be working much at all over the next two cycles. Less pleasant is the constant talking, touching, and interacting she must do with her citizens and other councils. They all want to know why she's so special, how she can do everything, what does it feel like to be so perfect? Those questions, she lets her council answer. Fathoms can't give the answer they want, and all this sensory input is making her overwhelmed. So much data, and she's too far from her neurons to process properly. Therefore, she quietly let herself out.

She was not expecting another iterator to be there, One that she does not recognize. They are sitting near a patch of greenery, picking at the rocks lining the plants. It is clear this iterator did not hear Fathoms walk out, so she tries to catch their attention. "Hello?" Fathoms asks, standing a few paces away.

"Oh- hello?" the stranger answers, turning to look at her. They have a handful of pebbles, clearly picking through the pile to find... something. "You're an iterator! I heard there was supposed to be a lot of them around tonight!" They stand, bringing the assortment of stones to Fathoms. Now that they're standing, she has a much better view of them. They stand just a bit shorter than her, antennas a similar length, though tilted back and decorated with an assortment of little stones and sparkly things. They wore a caplet over a robe, rather standard and simple for iterators. Certainly not an outfit for a gala, and they looked like a river stone compared to her bright pinkish-red hues and sparkling white pearls.

"Look-" they continued talking, "The pebbles here are very nice! See the stripes?"

She had noticed, in the times she had taken breaks out here. She always notices. "Yes, they are quite nice." Fathoms says, looking over the ones they had picked out.

They grab one particularly round one, holding it up. It seems that this is when they truly notice what she looks like. "Woah!" they gasp, dropping the stone. "You are really dressed up! Is it for that meeting-thing? My current admin was all shiny today too."

"Yes, there is a gala tonight. It's very noisy in there, I must admit. Why aren't you attending?" she says gently, hands folded in front of her.

They wave their hand, shaking their head at the same time. "I'm not exactly supposed to be out of the train. It's okay!"

Fathoms was taken aback by this information, but kept moving along. "What's your name? I'm Fathoms of Dreams, she/her. 489."

"Woah-! We're really close in number! I'm 492!" They exclaim, bouncing a little. "They/them, no name yet!"

She tilts her head. "No name? We're so close in age, how do you not have a name yet?"

The nameless iterator shrugs, keeping their demeanor the same. "I keep going from council to council. Nobody has taken care of me long enough to get a name, you know?”

It's a tragedy to Fathoms, but she doesn't voice this concern. Instead, she offers a hand to them, and leads them to a bench. The two sit, overlooking Fathoms' city. The council house is atop a hill, whereas the rest of the city slopes down what was once a lake, now reduced by a large amount to the center of rows and rows of buildings. The lights on each block sparkle in the night, and by the sounds of it, the whole city is using the gala as an excuse to party. The nameless one gasps in awe, sitting and swinging their legs next to Fathoms.

They deserve something nice, Fathoms thinks. She pulls off one of the bracelets given to her for the gala, a simpler one, made with a string running through a pale pink pearl. When she brushes her hands against the pearl, she gets a brief glimpse of the data written to it, around the holes drilled for the string. It's a prayer of well being, rather standard. She taps her new friend's hand, and they perk up, looking at her. Delicately, she takes their hand, slipping the bracelet on. The nameless one beams, as if Fathoms had just moved the whole world for them. Her eyes crinkle in a smile, watching them admire the bracelet.

"Are you serious? You're just giving this to me?" they whisper-shout, one hand on the pearl.

Fathoms nods, and they practically leap to hug her. She breathes in sharply, and this reaction immediately makes them loosen their grip, looking at her. "It's okay- I'm fine, just wasn't expecting... that," she reassures them.

They shift to instead lean against her, watching the city and running their fingers on the pearl. "I'll get you the best gift ever. I'm the greatest at that!"

"I'm sure. You had a good eye for those stones, you know?"

They nod, excitedly, with so much more energy than Fathoms has ever had. A moment of watching the city, and then they speak again. "Why are you at that big meeting anyways?"

That snaps Fathoms back into the reality of her situation. "It's a celebration. The city we are in is celebrating their iterator and the technological progress," she states.

"Wow. Did you meet them? A party so big must be for someone really interesting!"

Her hands grab the fabric of her dress, silky between her bio-mechanical fingers. "It's... for me." The other iterator stares at her with wide eyes, but she continues. "I'm very experimental. I can process very fast, but there are issues. There's a team of mechanics on hand 24/7 in my memory arrays and main bus, making sure my structure doesn't collapse. The whole city is on top of it. The day it does give up... won't be pretty."

"How can there be a party when there's so many problems to fix?" they ask, watching Fathoms.

"Politics, I suppose. I look finished, therefore I am." A pale pink, nearly white overseer darts up to the two, and at the sight of it Fathoms sits up straight, gripping her dress more tightly. They notice, glancing down to look at it. Her breathing sharpens, and she stands up quickly. They shuffle, following her movements.

"You need to leave, go back to your train. Now," she whispers, pushing the nameless one back towards the way they came from. "Follow this overseer."

Thank the void, the unnamed iterator follows her instructions, disappearing around a corner. She only has a moment to smooth her dress before another iterator walks up behind her.

"Fathoms." She knows that voice. She could never mistake that voice for another. "Leaving your own party now?" She turns, and is greeted by her sibling, Ink Run Dry, leaned against the wall. They tilt their head, not amused with the task at hand. "Get back inside. There's some kind of speech soon. I want a good vantage point, but of course, when you disappear, I'm the person they call. You're always back here. I don't know why it's my problem."

"Yes, of course." Fathoms answers curtly, leading the two back inside, away from the fresh air, from the nameless one, from the momentary peace.

#tanz talks #tanz art #rain world #rain world au #rw iterator oc #oc // fod #other oc // mltt #rw city au

[obsidiancreates]

One Undead To Another (Chapter 2)

Shawn can't speak, his bleeding thumb trapped in his mouth by the absolutely frigid hand clamped over his face. Nails press into his cheek as two other figures seem to melt straight out of the shadows, snarling like wild animals.

No stalling with rambled nonsense, no breaking down the case to play for time, not even any chance to get in a clever quip or movie reference before he dies. Now would be a great time for a classic Lassie and Jules last-minute rescue. He keeps glancing to where he thinks the in-house entrance is, waiting for them to burst in with guns drawn.

The only sound is his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

He feels something cold, and wet, drip onto his shoulder. The person holding him licks their lips, wet and loud, and he realizes they’ve drooled on him. It feels like ice water.

“Breaking, entering, and stealing.”  Gruffest Man Alive, AKA Gramv, who looks exactly like Shawn expected by his voice, reaches into Shawn’s pocket to pull out the crystal. “Aren’t you working with the cops?”

“He’s faking psychic. Of course he breaks into places, probably looks around and pretends to have a vision once he’s with the police.” The smoother, lighter voice he’d heard arguing with Gramv before belongs to a 30-something year old woman whom he’s dubbing ‘Cyndi Chomper’ for her pop-star resemblance and extremely sharp and obvious fangs as she snarls at him.

Surgical, has to be surgical- they’re a cult, they’re murderers, he wouldn’t put it past them to have weird body modification surgeries to follow that lifestyle- even though he didn’t see them when he came with Lassie and Jules before and they’re too natural-looking to be glue-on or otherwise removable.

“Aw, crap, he even bled on it.” Gramv holds up the crystal. “Now we have to clean it… before… you’ve got to be joking…”

Shawn flicks his eyes away from Cyndi Chomper’s chompers and to the crystal. There is indeed still a bead of his blood running down the side, and as it does the crystal is… changing. 

As his blood rolls slowly down it’s side, leaving a warm and sticky trail behind, the yellow moves with it. The blood rolls down, the yellow chases it, the hue of the entire crystal shifting. Once the blood meets the bottom and pools at the base, getting into the cracks separating each column, yellow blooms at the bases and reaches up to meet the tips.

“He’s for real?” The one holding Shawn practically growls the words into his ear. He’s decided to dub them ‘The Popsicle’. “I can’t believe this. Right under our noses the whole time!”

“No way.” Gramv snarls at Shawn and grabs his other wrist, tight, yanking it up! “I’m not spending eternity with a guy who tried to do a fake interview with us after he snooped around our house. He’s an idiot.”

Actually, I sent Gus in for the fake interview. He hates not being able to talk. He hates not being able to move. He hates that he’s starting to believe this is for real.

Gramv takes Shawn’s hand and presses it into the crystal, hard. Shawn cries out, muffled by the two hands in and over his mouth, twisting in The Popsicle’s hold as pain shoots from his palm.

The crystal, somehow, turns even more yellow as the much larger amount of blood rolls down.

“... Crap.” Gramv hands the crystal over to Cyndi Chomper. “He’s real.”

“Just our luck.” Cyndi nods at The Popsicle, and they push Shawn with their shoulder as the group begins navigating the maze of the basement. Not good.

“Hey, at least The Boss will be able to shut him up with the sire bond,” Cyndi says. Shawn flicks his eyes over to see she’s rubbing Gramv’s arm comfortingly.

“No she won’t.”

“Why not?”

“You know that sire bonds don’t happen with psychics.”

“Those are just stories.”

“They aren’t. I know.”

“... You mean you’ve been in a coven with a psychic before?”

“Not a coven. I travelled with a loose group of nightstalkers back in the Old West days. One day one of ‘em- this young girl who got turned maybe a year before- comes back with a shaking new spawn with her, another girl. First one says ‘Hey, I found us a psychic, like the campirefire stories!’ all proud. Psychic spawn tried to run away all the time, but the others thought she was too useful to let go- me, I didn’t care either way.”

“Wow.”

Gramv notices Shawn watching, and scowls at him. “Count yourself lucky, buddy. You know what happened to that girl? She went nuts- visions every hour of the day, until one day she got one just after sunrise and ran out the door in a fit. Poof.” He makes a gesture of poofing with his hands for emphasis. “Disintegrated in the sunlight, right in front of the whole town. Least when you lose it, you won’t expose us to the whole damn city.”

“Guess it’s luckier for us than you,” Cyndi says with a shrug. She turns away from Shawn, uninterested in his growing panic as it sets in that this is when he dies. There’s no rescue this time.

“So what happened to the rest of the group?” The Popsicle pipes in.

“I got the hell out of there and left ‘em to the townspeople,” Gramv says with a scoff. “Even if I’d woken them up and warned them, what could they do? Escape in the middle of the day? Easier and cleaner to just ditch them.”

“Amen.” Cyndi coughs after saying it, ash flying out of her throat. “Dammit. Every time.”

“It’s been a hundred years, you’re never going to learn.”

“Think The Boss will give me a sip of him to heal that up?”

“No chance.”

Shawn tries to kick back and hit the shin of Popsicle. He does- and they don’t even twitch. This is really it. Is it better if his imagination is getting away from him and these people aren’t actually vampires like he fully believes now, or is it better if they are? He doesn’t want to die, not like this, but he doesn’t want to be some vision-plauged vampire captive either. He can’t even touch the Possible Actual Psychic part of the whole ordeal yet- that’ll only matter if he makes it out of this basement, anyway. 

Serious, Lassie, Jules, Gus, Dad, anyone! If he was actually psychic he should be able to get a message to them, right? He souldn’t be in this situation at all! What’re they going to do if he wakes up a vampire and they realize he isn’t psychic? They don’t seem very excited to have him around- which he takes some offense to, frankly- so he doubts they’ll be nice about it. Is he going to be killed, revived, and then killed again? That’s just overkill, literally.

Speaking of overkill, when Popsicle finally stop Shawn can’t help but roll his eyes because of course they’ve got a freaky ritual circle drawn in blood with candles all around it. As though this couldn’t get even more horror-movie-cliche. It’s his own fault for ignoring the obvious signs, he supposes. He’d always thought he was more a Final Girl type than a First Sacrifice, but clearly he needs to reevaluate.

Popsicle leads him to the middle of the circle and kicks his knees, sending him collapsing to the floor. They finally pull their hand away from his mouth, and he takes his pucker-skined thumb out. At least it stopped bleeding, but he thinks he has frostbite now when Popsicle was holding him- and where they’re not tying his hands together behind his back. Great.

But… his mouth is free now.

“Listen, guys,” he says, panting a little as his heart races. “I get that you want to keep me around forever, I can’t blame you. I have a dynamic personality and hair like an alpaca, but thicker. But this is a terrible start to an eternal friendship.”

“Shut up,” Gramv snarls. “I’m keeping my eye out for the second we can replace you with a different psychic.”

“Seriously, man, I think you guys have a great thing going- you set up interviews with a specific set of parameters that’ll probably attract unaware psychics, right? And-and then you use your crystal thing to check. If they’re for real, great, mission accomplished. If not, well, then you have dinner, and you make the body all nice and untraceable as a vampire attack by slashing the throat to cover up the fang holes, it’s-it’s good planning. But this is ridiculous, I mean- you don’t need a psychic with planning like this.”

“You don’t know what it’s like out there.” Cyndi walks up with a wet wipe and starts scrubbing his neck. “You know why you don’t get any paranormal crap here? Because of two things. The sunshine, and the ghosts. You’ve got enough spirits around you to drive off every other creature within a hundred miles or more. No-one likes messing with that stuff.”

“Yeah, I heard.” Shawn tries to lean away, but as he starts to tip over Gramv walks by and roughly shoves him back into position. “Why is that?”

“The dead don’t like the undead, and we don’t like them either. You can guess why.”

“... Right, right. … So this is just- this is happening, then.”

“Believe me, we’re not happy about it either. You’re the worst.”

“Okay, you can at least pretend to like me. What, we’re just going to argue forever? That doesn’t sound fun! That’s only fun to watch, on sitcoms, or to do with Lassie!”

“You’ll lose your mind to your visions within a few years,” Gramv grunts, “If we’re lucky.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Cut out your tongue, maybe. Premonitions are fine, but the solitude is better.”

“My tongue? Are you medival vampires, what-”

“He really is insufferable.”

A new voice. No, not new- just new right now. That’s the voice that greeted him, Gus, Lassie, and Jules at the door when they first came around, who lead them through the house, and who-

Who convinced everyone else not to check the basement. With-

“Hypnosis.” Shawn says it as she kneels down in front of him, red eyes boring into his. “That’s how you kept everyone else off your trail when we came in for interrogation.”

“Aw, he’s slow.” The Boss says it pityingly, patting his cheek. She doesn’t look like a vampire queen- she looks like a lawyer, maybe an attractive accountant. “Yes, hypnosis- which I should’ve realized wasn’t working on you and tested with the crystal right then and there.”

“You’re why no-one will follow me on this lead.”

“Maybe you can be clever. That’s nice, I hate having to lead idiots around. Speaking of, someone go get Charlie from the door.” “Why? Is this a family event?”

“Ha. You’ll learn.” She tweaks his nose, and puts a hand in his hair. “What do you want your last words as a free and living human to be, psychic?”

He tries to undo the knots around his hands, but they are tied impossibly tight. He looks The Boss in the eyes, his tongue touching the center of his top lip as he tries to seem Definant and Unafraid.

“... If I’m not able to keep eating human food after this, I’m putting garlic in every bed or coffin we find.”

“Cute.”And then she jerks his head to the side, shoves his face into her shoulder, and bites.

#psych #psychusa #psych usa #psych 2006 #fanfic #my attempts at fanfic

[animehouse-moe]

Skip and Loafer Episode 8: Hot and Complications

Well, another Skip and Loafer episode, another day of talking about a hell of a lot of stuff. A cute zoo trip plus a dramatic glimpse into the past that overlaps with a sleepover for the girls? There's certainly lots going on, and the episode takes advantage of that to fill it to the brim with information.

The thing freshest on my mind is probably the most surprising piece: Nao-chan and Mika. An unlikely duo for sure, but I love how it's approached. They both share similar experiences in regards to isolation and putting forth intense effort to fit in and be accepted, but were/are limited by themselves and because of that end up isolated and alone. It's a really really outstanding piece that the pair share, and I love how Nao-chan's able to look back on their experiences growing up, and despite how different they are to Mika's, sympathize with her and give her the words and confidence that she needs in those key moments. This clip of the pair of them summarizes it really well.

Anyways, back to Mika for some more. You really get a good idea of just how observant and knowledgeable she is as a character through episodes like this. She thinks about almost everything possible and finds the perfect way to act and respond, and she internalizes a great deal of what other people say. Case and point was her inner thoughts after hearing Murashige's story about middle school. The first thing to pop into her mind was why Murashige's experience was like that, and she uses that to belittle herself.

It's just such a great piece. She's having a sleepover with her friends, who invited her, and all she's able to feel is isolation and guilt in regards to her self. And it works in perfect opposition to the outspoken Mika. There's two facets to her personality, and they remain at odds with each other. She might think little of herself, but she's also the kind of girl that will stake out her friends trip to the zoo with a guy. Now sure, there might be a little in there because she's in love with Shima and wants to take over Mitsumi's role, but that doesn't get in the way of her supporting her friend, and I think that's a great example of just how disparate Mika's image of herself is to who she really is, and does wonders to continue using Mika as a vehicle for showing viewers how damaging and heavy the weight is of expectations that are placed on young girls in society.

If viewers thought Egashira was abrasive when we were first introduced to them, Ririka really is on another level. Her character does great at getting people to hate them right away, but there is more to it than that. I wouldn't go as far as saying it's "good" pieces that lurk, but there's certainly more than meets the eye.

The very first thing you pick up on is that Ririka and Shima have a set amount of space between them. No matter what, while they're walking Ririka is always comfortably ahead of Shima, and the episode tries really hard to make viewers cognizant of that space.

So, what's the point? Well, if the conversation didn't make it clear enough, Ririka and Shima aren't exactly getting on like a house on fire. There's a palpable distance and apathy between the pair that permeates their interactions. To put it into words, it's the gaps between their lives. Ririka has moved on and is back into show business, while Shima has given up that life. The pair are for all intents and purposes, completely apart from one another. But there's one little thing that makes it interesting, and that's when Ririka looks back at Shima.

Sure, a simple smile or softer face isn't really anything crazy, but compare it with the scenes of her looking straight ahead. She's deadpan.

So, she's only happy when looking at Shima, and only looking back at him for that matter. I think most can see where I'm going so I'll cut to the chase. She misses the old Shima, the one that stood side by side with her and held her hand. The Shima that she was friends with and spent time together with, the one that only warmed up to her.

It makes for a really great character. She uses that controversy over being around alcohol as a younger kid to hold Shima on a leash, and she does it for herself, simply because she doesn't want to lose him. At the end of the day, it makes her a very terrible and shallow person, but as a character it's a great approach and provides a very easy way to get conflicting thoughts in regards to them. All they want is to be beside Shima again, but what they're doing is pushing him further and further away.

Now, there's a whole lot of other stuff in regards to this episode, but I'm going to try and fly through it as quick as possible now.

The direction: I still really love how well they integrate that first person perspective into stuff with Mitsumi and Shima. It really just adds something to their moments that I can't quite put my finger on.

Something that I can put my finger on though is the layering of the scenes. It's really simple stuff to add another table in front of Mitsumi and Shima or to throw some CG characters in the distance for movement, but it adds so much to the viewer's understanding of the scale and scope of the world. Just a little piece that makes you think, "oh yeah, there's more to this than just Shima and Mitsumi".

What you can also get from this image is that the sense of space and distance in a lot of cuts in the series is still there. There's plenty of static scenes that characters move through quite well, and it's really nice in adding to that sense of breadth that makes you think about what lies outside of the viewer's perception.

Alright alright, the last piece I swear. I really loved how the episode showed off the girls having fun with their sleepover, and placed Shima's quiet and lonely night against it. It really does wonders to show how separated Shima is from a truly normal life, and how his friends (namely Mitsumi) and Tsubame West are his bridge towards having experiences like that. Just a really great and simple piece that's really cute while still managing to tell something of importance.

So yeah, Skip and Loafer continues to knock it out of the park with hit after hit. Incredible work all around to deliver something of this quality. Coming this far, I was really expecting to be betrayed by my own words from early on, but Skip and Loafer really is positioned to become an instant classic Slice of Life/RomCom.

#skip and loafer #skip to loafer #スキップとローファー #iwakura mitsumi #mitsumi iwakura #sousuke shima #shima sousuke #mika egashira #makoto kurume #yuzuki murashige #anime review #anime recommendation #romcom anime #anime and manga #anime

[harryissuchalittleshit]

So @liiilyevans and I were talking this morning about if Percy/Audrey or George/Angelina had “later in life” pregnancies and all that would involve 😂

George & Angelina:

So Freddie is about 13/14 and is quite happy being an only child

Angelina thinks that she’s just caught a flu/cold/sickness that comes around when the Hogwarts kids all come home

George isn’t worried at all

Then Angelina finds out she’s pregnant

It’s such a shock that she honestly doesn’t know how to tell her boys, she knows that they’ll be happy but she’s also nervous about having a newborn around

The big issue is, Angelina is simply miserable while pregnant, any side effect she has it, especially morning sickness

George knows there’s something up right away, even if Angelina isn’t saying anything, and Freddie is also aware that something isn’t right

They team up together and Angelina relents, telling them that she’s pregnant

Freddie starts to spend a lot more time around Angelina that summer, a weird amount that he won’t explain to anyone

Freddie has never been a writer, but he’s sending home letters nearly every two days and it’s driving his cousins crazy

George and Angelina tell the family while Freddie tells the cousins

He doesn’t know what it means to be an older brother and he’s not exactly sure James or Al’s lead should be followed

George waits on Angelina hand and foot for anything and everything she may need

Roxanne is born in early March, two weeks before Freddie’s birthday and a week before the Easter holidays start

Freddie skips the week of classes to be with his family, especially his new baby sister

She’s perfect, and he can’t imagine a world without her

Even as he grows older and he starts dating and his life changes, he makes the space for Roxanne

He is both her greatest protector and best friend

She’s 4 and he’s 18 when he graduates Hogwarts, but Freddie just sees it as more time to spend with his baby sister

He works at the joke shop and lives in the flat above the shop, but he makes sure that he’s the one to pick her up from preschool and they get to spend a few hours everyday together

He’s an amazing big brother and he’s her favorite person in the world!!

Percy & Audrey:

So Molly is 16 going on 17, basically in her sixth year when she comes home for the Christmas holidays

Molly is a popular girl, she’s a fun and easy going Hufflepuff with an eye for fashion like Audrey. She’s very sweet and kind and gets on well with her cousins and most anyone. Does she resent being an only child? Not really

But when Audrey sits her and Percy down and tells them that she’s pregnant, you would not believe the look of pure terror in their eyes

While Molly is more like Audrey in nearly every way, she does NOT like surprises (much like Percy)

There is a lot of spiraling and anger and just generally brattiness from Molly, Percy just can’t believe that they are about to start all over with a newborn again

Molly escapes to the Burrow for Christmas and then her boyfriend’s for the remainder of the holidays

Percy takes a day to be overwhelmed and then quickly comes to his senses

He is and will always be super supportive for Audrey, and this is so much for her to go through

They worry about Molly, sure that she will eventually come around

Molly stays distant from her parents for weeks after she receives the news, sending back unopened letters and ignoring everyone that tells her she’s being over dramatic

Being Percy��s daughter she does not take that lightly

She comes home for the Easter holidays, only to go to the beach house with the cousins and her boyfriend

Audrey does have a complication with her pregnancy, and Percy rushes her to St. Mungo’s, Molly shows up when the news gets to her

She comes just in time to see her baby sister on the ultrasound screen for the first time, and it breaks her in a way no one ever expected

Molly starts coming home on Saturdays, flooing from her head of house’s office to visit and help with the nursery

She’s so sorry with how she acted and uses all the time she can to spend time with Audrey and help

She makes Lucy’s first outfit, the little onesie and cap she’ll wear when they bring her home

Lucy is born in early June, just right before exams start, but Molly doesn’t care as long as she can she her baby sister

That summer is so wild for the three of them, but so wonderful too

Lucy is a daddy’s girl and adores Percy

She also becomes the youngest of the family, knocking Lily and Roxanne out of the running

#harry potter #george weasley #angelina johnson #percy weasley #audrey weasley #Freddie Weasley #molly weasley ii #head canons #my fics #family #pregnancy

[oliversrarebooks]

Hello! I have just a teeny tiny amount of questions regarding blood.

*unrolls massive paper roll that spills on the ground and hits your feet*

Is there a list of possible blood grades? Is so, is triple A the highest highest one? That must mean Oliver really is the top shelf. Is the lowest grade low F?

Does a human's blood grade determine if they will be an erased thralll or a sentient one?

If so, what's the minimum grade for not getting erased, low B maybe? Is there also a minimum grade for edible blood? Is there blood so bad or digusting a vampire cannot digest it?

If the grade of the blood is not the sole factor, then what other factors are there? Natural strength? Natural level of obedience? Are there grades for that?

Human blood farms, what grade are the people there? Is there a certain point in the blood grade list that a human just cannot be sold to a farm because they're blood is too valuable? Do some vampires keep thralls as pets but not too drink from and have another thrall just for drinking.

Like let's say a human's blood is not exactly appetizing, but they are very cute (atleast in the eyes of a vampire) and docile or they have a really pleasing personality so they're kept around like a lap dog? (i'm thinking of Emily and betty, Emily is a low B, so she can't be that tasty, but I'm thinking Jessica keeps her around because she likes her looks and personality. Meanwhile I imagine Betty being a B plus or even a low A, but she's more like a blood source than pet)

Are there some magical foods that can gradually change the taste of human blood, like berries or some meats? Are they toxic to humans but vampires don't care? Let's say they do work, I imagine it would just be some superficial or even worse change? Kind of like, hmmmm... Trying to replicate the autentic taste of fresh vanilla from expensive vanilla beans, but using some 50 cent vanilla flavor you found at the dollar store

Or perhaps it's just a scam? "FEED YOUR THRALL THIS MAGICAL CLOUD FAIRY BERRY AND THEIR BLOOD WILL SKYROCKET 2 WHOLE GRADES OVER THE COURSE OF JUST 5 SHORT MONTHS!!"

You don't have to answer all these questions, answer as many as you like or none at all. You can also use these questions in your stort if you actually like them, tho i'd be very flattered.

This is all for now! But be assured, *I will come back.*

Oh wait! I do have one more question, what is Emily's word? (yk, like Oliver's is quiet, what's Emily's?)

Yay worldbuilding questions, I love them!

The blood grades are indeed triple A through F. Oliver and Fitz were both the top of the top shelf. F would be considered undrinkable.

There isn't a perfect correlation between blood grade and allowed sentience. At the auction house, humans with high quality blood are almost never erased, because erasure is difficult and time consuming to reverse. For the expensive merchandise, it's better to keep them sentient and then offer erasure as an option after purchase. This is why Jameson is complaining about the thralls, since all of the thralls that meet his criteria for blood quality are conditioned to be servants and pets. 

There's no minimum grade that will allow a human to escape possible erasure. If Jameson had bought Oliver, he would have paid for erasure after purchase. 

Minimum grade for edible blood depends on how picky or desperate the vampire in question is, but F grade generally refers to blood considered inedible. This usually happens when a human is diseased or poisoned.

There aren't official grades for other factors that can affect a thrall's price, especially since those tend to be largely subjective. Outside of the vampires who erase their humans fully, most vampires choose based on a variety of factors. You're right that Jessica chooses her thralls for looks as much as for blood quality. Many vampires keep more than one thrall, so it's common to have one for primarily drinking and another for primarily being a servant or pet.

There aren't really foods that can magically make a human's blood a higher grade, although you're probably right that scams like that would exist. The general prevailing wisdom among vampires is that fresh meat, vegetables and fruits are best for feeding your thrall. Seafood, spices, and other pungent foods are sometimes avoided, but this varies greatly from culture to culture.

I don't think every thrall gets a special word, I think Lily just does that to her favorites.

#ask #worldbuilding #vampires

[safetycar-restart]

Hh!carlos brain rot this might be long.

Every time he goes out to dinner with his wife he has to be physically stopped from getting on his knees and eating her out before they leave because she’s just so pretty!!!!

I don’t know why it for some reason I’m low-key obsessed with the fact that all these housewives are drooling over Carlos and he’s just like “but have you seen 💖🥰😁😍✨my wife✨😍😁🥰💖” and he’s got the biggest smile and he’s so proud and he looks like he has a galaxy in his eyes and I love him so much your honour. Also he WILL punch someone’s husband if they talk bad about his wife IDC. Cause the housewives love Carlos, and their husbands hate that they love him, so they badmouth his wife, and Carlos will not stand for it.

I like the idea that Carlos is obviously a simp and generally really Subby for his wife, but that the one area where he isn’t like that is when he has to physically defend her. Because obviously she can stick up for herself, but if it comes down to it, hh!carlos not only takes care of himself and his wife mentally and emotionally, but physically. Which means he eats well, but also works out a fair amount. He’s strong, he goes on runs and I like to imagine that about three times a week he has sessions with a trainer for kickboxing and other stuff. Also I feel like I’m this AU he probably did boxing or something when he was younger? With his dad so focussed on his son being so traditionally masculine. So yeah, hh!carlos knows how to fight. He doesn’t like it, he prefers being subby and soft and in love with his wife and if he could he’d spend eternity lounging with her in bed and feeding her fresh fruit; but if somebody threatens his wife, or, god forbid, puts a hand on her, Carlos will get genuine happiness from the sound of their nose or jaw breaking.

-hhc anon💍

Yes exactly this!!! This is exactly what I think he’s like!! I adore this so much.

Firstly, by this point you've learnt that if you're going to dress up to go out with Carlos, then you need to leave at least 10 minutes for him to eat you out because otherwise he simply won't function throughout the entire outing.

You want to have a conversation with your husband at lunch? Nope, sorry he's thinking about pussy. So yeah, if you want a functioning husband then he needs to get his fill of pussy beforehand.

In fact, whenever the two of you actually attend neighbourhood events... Carlos almost always eats you out beforehand. You often wonder what all those house wives would think if they knew what Carlos was doing not even ten minutes before arriving.

I definitely think that Carlos keeps himself in the best shape he can to look after his wife. And I also think to him, that's what being a man is?? To him, being a man and a husband means learning all the skills necessary to look after the house, being physically fit enough to look after his wife, ensuring he can support his wife in every way he can.

People often ask Carlos if he doesn't feel emasculated from being a stay at home husband and he finds the thought so absurd that he often just laughs. Because to him, he is being the perfect husband, the perfect man.

He genuinely enjoys being in shape though. He has a gym at home and the neighbourhood is perfect for running and he does some kick boxing with some friends twice a week. He never does any competitions though, because he genuinely doesn't want to be involved in violence like that.

So yeah, he's in great shape and he's also so so soft for you.

He prefers to not fight, would much rather just be with you and never have to face another person ever again. But if someone insults you? Or heaven forbid, tries to touch you? Yeah no the fists are coming out because Carlos will not stand for it. He will defend his wife. Always.

I actually think he's very protective of you in public? In private, he's your sweet sub who always listens to you and stays behind you and kneels at your feet. But in public, he's your strong husband who keeps you close and makes sure you're safe.

He absolutely hates being separated from you. He despises the way that all the husbands and wives separate at neighbourhood parties into groups. Because no! No he came here with his wife and he has no intention of leaving her side!

#house husband!carlos #house husband!au #cs #sub!carlos #nsfw. #f!reader #💍

[fandomnerd9602]

wired (part two)

Gemma x Programmer!Reader

For @deafeningsharkslimeempath

You and F1D0 stroll up to Gemma’s house with a little kick in your step.

Cady immediately runs out the door and jumps into your arms.

“Uncle Y/N!” She laughs as she clings to you. Gemma is right behind her with a little sad smile on her face.

“You brought a robot dog?” Gemma looks at you with a smirk.

“He’s house trained. Fido, puppy mode”

“Puppy mode activated.” The dog states before switching to a lively manner and running around the yard. Cady follows, enjoying time with the metallic dog.

“Puppy mode. Cute” Gemma taps you with her hip.

“I’ve seen cuter,” you flirt back.

“You better not say me” Gemma warns you. “Come on I want to show you something.”

Gemma leads you inside the house and right into the work garage. You pass by Bruce with a smile.

“So what did you want to show me?”

“Say hello to” she activates a few keys on her keyboard. “Megan”

A robot jumps up. Eyes blinking. Blonde hair bouncing. Slight Elizabeth Olsen type face and expression on its face.

“Hello there” a slightly robotic little girl voice answers “I’m Megan”

You’re a little taken back, it's cold, unfeeling eyes staring at you.

"You seem nervous" the robot says, "is everything alright?"

"Yep" you compose yourself. "sorry Megan I'm just not use to human robotics yet."

"That's alright!" the robot smiles, "i hope with time I can be best friends with you as well as your robot dog outside"

Gemma, despite her intial excitement, is a little taken back. How did this robot know about F1D0?

"I saw the dog in your security footage right now. Not exactly the image of a fluffy puppy" Megan giggles.

You were there for everything.

The moment M3GAN was introduced to your niece. You couldn’t help but notice a little growl escape your faithful robot dog.

You were in the lab when M3GAN was trying to look up the idea of death itself.

“Is death bad?” M3GAN asks you.

“I only know what my mom told me” you said a little gruffly. “Death itself isn’t bad if you’ve lived and loved a good life. But to take a life, that’s bad”

“Noted” was the only response from the android. “Will Cady die?”

“Eventually we all do” you sigh “but life is amazing and a lot can be done. It’s not about the amount of time, it’s about what we do with it”

She didn’t respond. She just sat there looking at an image on a nearby desk: Cady and her parents.

You were there the moment the neighbor’s dog attacked Cady and M3GAN. You had to restrain F1D0 from attacking and ripping that dog apart.

You and Gemma comforted Cady through the pain. M3GAN looked around confused and then back to the hole in the fence.

You eventually got Cady off to an uneven sleep. You walked into the kitchen to find Gemma with her face buried in her hands.

“I’m a horrible guardian” she whispers

“No you just have horrible neighbors” you rub her back reassuringly.

“I can’t be my sister. Cady needs her mother”

“Right now what she needs is you to be you and me to be her irresistible uncle”

Gemma laughs, “how I ever put up with you enough to get Bruce made I’ll never understand”

“We balance each other, Gem” you smile. “And I’ll always find a way to make you smile”

And then the dog disappeared. The police were there when you arrived. M3GAN would only stare out at the scene while keeping an eye on her person.

You began to look at M3GAN a little more suspiciously. It was just too coincidental.

But yet all you found yourself spending a good amount of more time with Gemma. Years apart felt like a mere blink of an eye.

You even went out on a few coffee dates with her when she became too focused on the future models of M3GAN.

“I need to work on this equation” she would whine as you pulled her towards the door.

“I’m pretty sure a good cup of Joe can help you solve anything” you smirked at her.

And then came the presentation day to David. He didn’t hesitate to approve the idea of mass producing the android.

“Does it cost less than a Tesla?” He asked. Gemma’s associates gave a nod. all you could do was roll your eyes.

“Something bothering you, master?” F1D0 inquires from your hotel room.

“I have a bad feeling about this” you answer back. “Too many coincidences”

“I will keep an eye on Megan” the dog answers back.

“Do not engage directly or allow wireless access with her” you issue the command.

“Command accepted” the robot answered.

You got back to your task, assembling a small taser gun like pistol. The sparks fly and shoot out as it powers up.

“An EMP pistol?” F1D0 asks, his ears perking in curiosity.

“Just a little back up plan bud. Can you hold on to it for me?” F1D0 opens up a compartment in his chest cavity.

You slide the pistol in and shut it. You could only hope that’s it’s a precaution you wouldn’t have to use.

“Am i a good dog?” F1D0’s red eyes look at you. His tail wags sadly.

“Yes you are.” You answered back.

To Be Continued…

Tags: @deafeningsharkslimeempath @silentstalker413 @ma1egamer

#Gemma x reader #megan film #megan #m3gan #m3gan (m3gan) #male! reader #male reader imagine #allison williams #killer robot doll #jason blum #blumhouse #robot dog #Spotify

[deathsmallcaps]

What kind of tans would the Batfam get during the summer?

Alfred: When he was young and in the service, Alfred got a nice tan on his legs, forearms and face. But that has mostly faded with age and inside work now. Extremely conscientious of the dangerous effect the sun has on skin, he now wears protective gear when gardening (which happens less and less as he grows older) and a healthy amount of sunscreen. However, he still vacations on beaches when he has the time, so he has a swimsuit tan.

Bruce: Sunscreens the fuck up. Can he tan? Slightly. Will he? No. He’s a little afraid of sunburn pains, and while his years of training have toughened up his skin, it’s not like he exactly WANTS to have rough skin. He got one (1) cancerous mole when with Ra’s Al Ghul and doesn’t want to tempt fate.

Selina: she was always a little sad she was never as tan as her mother, and so went through a phase where she went to tanning beds. She didn’t like the result, expense, or bluster from the doctor, however, and when one of her friends had a serious skin cancer scare, she quit. Still, Selina loves lounging by the pool in a bikini, and never puts on as much sunscreen that her loved ones would want her to apply. But as she’s largely nocturnal; and often wears a full body once piece, her tan is largely consistent but not a huge change from her look during the winter.

Dick: he always gets a nice golden brown, isn’t afraid of going swimming or sunning in *not much*, but is still conscientious of health and uses sunscreen and goes to the dermatologist regularly. He does have a bit of a sock tan though - he rolls them all the way up when wearing sneakers because he’s a dork.

Barbara: Lobster red burn, peel, back to pale with maybe some new freckles - repeat. She’s given up. She puts sunscreen on her scalp. She’s kind of jealous of Dick. Swears she once got a burn from the moon.

Jason: T shirt tan. All the way. Would have a red neck except he’s always wearing helmets. He sometimes wears a tank top outside enough that there is a 2nd level of tanning, but not too often. Also, he likes boots, so he doesn’t wear shorts and short socks often.

Cass: burnt herself a LOT during her early years as a free person. She loved the warmth and comfort of napping in the sun. She’s learned to be more careful, but you can still find her napping on roofs. As such, she develops a nice, healthy looking tan, but she sort of has the same tan outline as Jason - she doesn’t have a set outfit she usually wears, but it usually approximates a tshirt and varying lengths of pants. Her feet are brown though - she goes barefoot as much as possible.

Tim: Hasn’t ever tried for a tan really. He knew he was Supposed To wear sunscreen, and it’s one of the self care habits he didn’t really neglect. But he’s in the habit of wearing longer clothing anyway, so all that really regularly sees the sun is his hands and face.

Steph: a nice, athletic tan. She spends as much time outside as she can, often running. This originally stemmed from trying to be away from her house as much as possible, and grew to a true enjoyment. She sometimes jogs in a sports bra, so her midriff is a bit tan.

Damian: Damian doesn’t really see the point of tanning, as for most of his early childhood, he wore protective gear and/or worked in the literal shadows/inside like other sensible people who live in deserts. But he also values being outside, sometimes running with Stephanie, and finds Gotham to be too dreary to waste any sun he gets. So he tans quite nicely, though his lines seem to be a mix of Stephanie’s and Cassandra’s

Duke: Duke has a swim shorts tan. Ever since he was a kid, but especially since finding out about his light powers, Duke enjoys the light as much as possible. He also needs to keep up with the tans of people who DON’T spend many daylight hours in a supersuit. So while he does apply sunscreen, he especially applies it to the lower half of the face, as he’s afraid the difference in tone could be noticeable. Either it works or people really don’t care, as no one ever mentions it or uses it against him. Sometimes he’ll join Cassandra on a roof for a sunbeam nap.

Terry: Aesthetically not into tanning. He doesn’t avoid it exactly, but he definitely doesn’t go out of his way to get one. Occasionally gets sunburns when his forearms have been meaning by the car window for too long. Terry does not see the point of working on things like cars and machinery outside of perfectly good garages, thank you very much.

Matt: used to run from concerned adults with their sunscreen - not because he especially hated it, but because it took too long. He still hasn’t gotten into the habit, and so does the ol’ burn-then-tan thing very often. As such, he basically had a T-shirt tan.

#bat family #i used to trawl that tag when I was like 17 on ao3 #i would at least look at the story description for each one #i was obsessed with the family #dick Grayson #jason Todd #Cassandra Cain #batman #tim drake #stephanie brown #damian al ghul #damian Wayne #Duke Thomas #the cass one came was inspired by a fic where cass #sometimes got dehydrated after storms because the moist air made her forget to drink #idk why I did this

[waltwhitmansbeard]

Hewo <3

From the trust prompt list: remembering tiny things about the other.

May I ask for Vaxleth in MFL? You're the best 🥺👉👈

4. remembering tiny things about the other read what came before this.

turned my water into wine #33

Vax makes no secret of the fact that he is obsessed with his wife. His sister teases him about it, his encyclopedic cataloguing of every aspect of her personality, all of her whims and wants and fears and quirks. He fancies himself something of an expert in the subject of Keyleth, and it is both a point of pride and his way of making sure she is never unaware of exactly how much he adores her.

It is easy, then, for him to forget that she, too, has spent an inordinate amount of time with him, countless nights in hushed conversation behind a locked door, whiling away the midnight hours as they peeled apart each other's layers, both literal and metaphorical. At this point, over two years in, with a house and a baby and a ring on their hands, she knows him better than anyone does—even Vex, though she'd rend him limb from limb if he suggested such blasphemy in her presence—but he always forgets, always lets himself believe that he is the only one who notices, who remembers.

Which is why when he comes home on a night, head rattling with gods and prayers and the sobs of the grieving, he is surprised to find a bouquet of snowdrops, a cloud of white in a little glass vase, on their tiny dining table. He stops in the doorway, mind whirring in an attempt to remember if he's forgotten any important date—not her birthday, not his, not their anniversary—but before he can figure it out, there's a shriek of a giggle from the nursery, followed by his favorite laugh in the world and a quiet, "Don't think you can grin your way out of this one, baby bird."

Leaving the flowers, Vax crosses over to Vilya's bedroom door, leaning against the frame to watch his wife wrangle their wriggly-armed infant into her swaddle. Vilya seems largely uninterested in the effort, instead cooing loudly as one hand swings up, nearly knocking a fist right into Keyleth's face.

She just ducks out of the way and laughs again. "I'm blaming your Auntie Vex for that one." It's only then that Keyleth notices the presence in the doorway. "You're home!"

Oh, how her smile could melt the iciest of hearts. "What a thing to come home to."

She pouts. "You could help, you know."

"Please, I'm watching a master at work."

She rolls her eyes, but it takes her only a minute more get Vilya all wrapped up. She scoops her up and plops her right into Vax's arms. "Take your demon child. I've got to get dinner started."

Vax happily presses kisses all over his demon child's face, grinning from ear to ear as she cackles in delight. "And what is our culinary adventure tonight?"

Keyleth is pulling ingredients out from a large basket on the counter. "I'm trying my hand at that sausage stew Nel made two weekends ago. I figure it's mostly letting things boil together for a while, so I shouldn't make too big a mess of things."

Vax would eat poison if she gave it to him, but he figures that is not the most encouraging thing to say. "I'm sure it'll be wonderful."

"I hope so." She starts listing out the ingredients to make sure she has everything, and Vax is only half-listening, but as Keyleth starts to chop up the vegetables, he asks, "Hang on, did you say zucchini?"

Keyleth hums in assent. "What about it?"

"There was no zucchini in Nel's stew."

"Oh, well I'm replacing the asparagus."

"Why's that?"

"Because you didn't like it."

He blinks. He'd said no such thing. "How...?"

She shoots him a look over her shoulder. "You didn't eat any of it. And when you went back for seconds, I saw you carefully ladle your bowl so there weren't any spears in it. So I picked zucchini because I know you like it better."

For a moment, Vax forgets about the cooing baby in her arms, thoughts immediately consumed with taking his wife by the waist and pulling her away from her work and into the bedroom. But then he remembers himself, walks up behind her, and kisses her on the cheek instead. "You are something magical, you know that?"

She scoffs. "Magical? I need not wield my mysterious powers in order to see, Vax."

"And the flowers?"

The apples of her cheeks turn the color of sunset. "Well, yes. Those are your favorite."

"That they are."

"And I'd heard you were having a rough day."

"That I was."

"And I love you."

The way his heart swoops, low then high, circling around his chest like a bird in flight. "That you do." He shifts Vilya into one arm so that he can take the other hand, bring Keyleth's face around so that he may capture her lips in a kiss. "What can a man do to deserve a woman like you?" he murmurs against her mouth, parted and kiss-swollen.

"You can start by letting me chop the damn vegetables," she whispers back, and he throws his head back in a laugh. He acquiesces, getting out of her way with Vilya in his arms. He heads for the sofa, but stops on the way to dip down and bury his nose in the snowdrop bouquet. They smell of Byroden, of a little hut of wood and stone, of his mother's soap, of the sun, of Zephrah, of his wife's clothes, of home.

#ask #ravendruid #critical role #critical role fic #cr fi #critical role au #cr au #vox machina #vox machina fic #vox machina au #tlovm #tlovm fic #tlovm au #vaxleth #vaxleth fic #vaxleth au #my fic #my fair lady #turned my water into wine

[minthe-lover]

Chapter 221 Anaylsis

I'd admit that most of my problems with this chapter are art related, so I'm gonna just skip over like 80% of my critics of that so It doesn't get repetitive. It's mainly just creepy hades faces, and awkward proportions that make him look like a lego figure in stop motion. Like look at this guy... he looks so awkward and... god his ass is really tiny.

Now the big art thing that I am going to talk about is how the simplified one colour and one note backgrounds has caused rs to basically shoot herself in the foot. Cause in the first few chapters the backgrounds where detailed enough that we could really visuals all the important areas. Artemis's house, Hades house and the underworld corp while we aren't given like maps of them but we have a good idea of the layout and space...

with persephone new apartment.. we don't get that. It's all this dark blue, we get one shot of the outside and then a few undetailed shots of the inside. How many rooms does this have, is it big or small? hades says it looks rundown... but why aren't we shown that? They leave the apartment to eat on the roof almost immediately, is that cause persephone doesn't have a dining space in her apartment.. it just reallys annoy me.

Then the next shot in what I thought was the apartment... was actually hades, I think this chapter would really really benefit from a few shot focusing on persephones apartment. If needed remove the whole 'joke' of the billboard and instead show up persephone apartment and have them eat inside to better show Persephones kitchen. Side note with how last chapter went... how is she gonna treat her neighbors...

Now I've said this before that I'll say it again I do like persephone getting her own apartment. It's a good idea not to have hades and persephone immediately be a married couple.. but I really wish rs did more with this. Persephone has missed out on far more then just owning her own apartment.. she only did at most a month of collage it would really help to show more that persephone is trying to be independent.

Now I just want to draw attention to this line.. and just the massive amount of disrespect it levels at hecate, while yes she was not technically queen.. but like come on hades. She's been helping you since you stared at king, she did most of the research and work in the last few chapters. She may not have shared the title but it's clear she was doing a fuck ton of work.

Lets talk about the most annoying line in this whole chapter! Just to make one thing clear persephone you where not coddled, you where a CHILD. Demeter was making sure you had an education and a safe place to grow up first before making you work! that is a completely understandable thing.. and the moment you were over 18 demeter let you go... she was worried for your safety in a world that has repeatedly abuse her and you've proven yourself in the past that you put your trust in the wrong individualizes.

You then had one conversation in ten years where demter outwardly praised out about how great you were doing… You didn't even talk about what you could do in the mortal realm. Before then you didn't have any experience and again were a collage student .. not exactly someone fit to step up to a important job like that… Like from the few flashback to the punishment.. it's clear you were struggling.

Also this line and how much it annoys me in relationship to demeter, because it's constantly brought up terrible demeter is for hiding stuff like the fertility goddess power from persephone as how she is bad and irredeemable... and when I was first read it I thought that is what it was referring to. I read it as people hid stuff from persephone to protect her... but persephone admiting that she understands it's a struggle, and that hades isn't a bad guy for hiding shit from her but you know her own mother doing stuff to protect her is a terrible person.

Now I want to get these analysis out before the next chapter does... so yeah this isn't as detailed or longer but.. eh.

#so yeah prepare for future analysis to take longer to come out #..... grandmother has cancer and it's difficult to deal with- #anyway hope you enjoyed this one! #anti lo #lo critical #lore olympus critical #anti lore olympus

[ifidiedinadream]

I have a Tommi reader insert request for you bc there clearly aren’t enough Tommi x reader fics!

Reader goes on a late night walk bc she is too anxious and upset to sleep. She somehow ends up in front of the building Tommi lives in (he only lives a few street across from her) and spontaneously pays him a visit since he’s the only person who is able to calm her down and make jer forget about all the problems inside her head. So, she spends the night with Tommi, getting fucked senseless by him, the rough sex taking away all the tension and problems at least for the next day. And what if the aftercare felt a little extra sweet this time? 👀

hope you're into size kink

also on ao3

All this fucking stress is gonna be the death of me.  

You stayed in bed for two hours. Two hours. Tossing and turning with your eyes wide open. Your mind was going a million kilometers an hour, fueling all your worries: work, studies, family, money, everything at once. Your thoughts were chasing each other, running around in circles, eventually making you reach the conclusion that everything you're doing is wrong, you'll never amount to anything, you're useless and you'll forever feel stuck. 

You weren't going to sleep. That much was certain. 

So you did what you always do on nights like this: you put on a coat and headed outside, hoping the fresh air would help you slow your thoughts down. 

So far, it's doing a mediocre job: the wind in your hair is cold, the autumn leaves crunch under your feet and the scarf around your neck feels soft against your skin, and it's all distracting you from what you call The Horrors, but your mind isn't yet as free as you'd like it to be. 

Until you end up in front of Tommi's house. Like your feet brought you here on purpose - knowing it could be exactly what you need. 

You stare at the building. The windows are closed and no light comes through, but you're pretty sure he isn't sleeping yet. He won't mind. 

Fuck it.  

You ring the bell. There are steps on the other side of the door before Tommi opens, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. His features soften upon seeing your face. 

"Something's wrong, baby?" 

You pretend not to melt at the pet name. Tommi and you aren't dating or anything, but he knows you like no one else, and no one can help you calm down when you're upset the way he does. Without saying anything, you step closer to him and hug him tight. Tommi hugs you back and then closes the door behind you. 

"Do you want anything? Beer, wine? Tea maybe?" 

You shake your head. "Just... you. Let's go to bed." 

Tommi nods. Together, you head to his bedroom, and Tommi pushes you up against the door once you're there, kissing you hard. 

"Wanna tell me what's wrong?" he asks once you part, your head already feeling ten times lighter than it was two minutes ago. 

"Deadlines... family coming over for the weekend... exams approaching... I've been struggling to make the ends meet... you know. The usual." 

"And you need Tommi-bear to help you clear your mind, correct?" 

Your lips slowly curl into a smile as you look at his face, gaze darting between his eyes and his mouth. He's eyeing you with a playful expression, holding your waist tightly and pressing you against the door. 

"Correct." 

Tommi kisses you once again. This time is slower, forcing you to feel everything (how strong his tongue is, how warm his mouth) so you don't think about the rest. He barely breaks the kiss as he undresses you, and as soon as you take the towel off of him, he grabs you by the waist and pushes you onto the bed. 

Fuck, his strength is so hot.  

He climbs on top of you and starts kissing your neck, huge hand on your breast, huge cock pressed to your thigh. You let out a moan, spreading your legs open as much as you can underneath him. 

"I'm guessing you want it rough tonight, don't you?" 

"Fuckin' break me in half." 

Tommi chuckles. "You asked for it." 

At once, Tommi shoves his entire cock inside you. You're wet as hell but he's so big it burns, so you groan, wrapping your arms around his broad back. Tommi looks at you and smirks. 

"Too much?" 

"No. Harder." 

Tommi wastes no time. He slams into you hard, fast, and your body adjusts quickly enough. It's intense, though, and you find yourself digging your nails into the skin of Tommi's back, scratching it. It's hot and sweaty, your bodies pressed together, his own, so much bigger than yours, surrounding your frame on all sides, trapping you in the most delicious way possible. It's the kind of pace that could make you come in an instant, and the low grunts Tommi's breathing out just above your face, combined with the creaking of the bed, only get you closer. 

But you want to draw this out a bit longer. 

"Tommi," you all but moan, tugging at his short hair to draw his attention. "Need you from behind." 

Tommi stops, grunts low, flashing you an animalistic glare you hardly ever see from him as he pulls out and lets you move. Your body is screaming for mercy, both because it's so stretched and because it wants to come so bad, and you're quick to get on all fours, hoping Tommi will fill you up again. 

You feel him position himself, but he doesn't enter right away. He fondles your ass first, parting your cheeks, slapping you so hard it makes you yelp. He seems to like it, because then he's slapping you again, and then once more, making you whine. He caresses the area then, but it's not very soothing since it's so sensitive; it hurts, and you can't wait to see what it'll look like tomorrow. 

Tommi pushes two large fingers inside you, fucking you with them slowly, curling and parting them to explore all inside you. You could come just from this, and Tommi knows, but that won't stop him from pressing his fingers to your g-spot until your arms give out and you're resting on your chest and face instead. 

"Tommi - fuck me, please." 

You know the "please" always does the trick; Tommi hums, pulls his fingers out and wipes them on your ass, getting ready to show you he means business. His hands find your hips and then he's shoving himself inside you once more, making you gasp, pushing you forward. 

His pace picks up immediately. Your body moves back and forth with each thrust, his cock reaching even deeper in this position, so big and vigorous it could actually tear you apart but this is just what you needed. Tommi's big cock is the only thought left on your mind, and the sound of the bed hitting the wall alongside Tommi's moans and curse words make for the perfect soundtrack. 

"You're so fucking tight," he breathes out, grip on your hips tightening. 

"'M tiny," you say, "you're too big for me." 

Tommi slams into you particularly hard and you come undone. You moan out loud, fisting the sheets tightly, mind utterly blank, like everything was washed away by the formidable pleasure that's taken over your whole body. Tommi is still fucking you, chasing his own end, and your vision is still blurry when he spills inside you, your head spinning. 

When he pulls out you feel his cum flow out of you down your thighs. You're still mind blown and out of breath as Tommi gently rolls you over into a more comfortable position. As the pleasure subsides, different aches all over your body make themselves known, but it's the sweetest kind of pain. 

"Are you alright?" Tommi asks, sweat still glowing on his forehead. 

You smile blissfully. "Fuck yeah." 

"Good. I'm gonna go make you that tea now." 

"And then we cuddle?" 

"And then we cuddle." 

The tea warms your hands when Tommi comes back with the smoking cup. You take a sip as he wraps his arm around you and you curl up to him, sitting back against the headrest of the bed, your head falling onto his shoulder from the exhaustion. 

#my writing #blind channel fanfiction #blind channel fanfic #blind channel rpf #rpf #blind channel imagines #tommi lalli x reader

[coolcattime]

Tom is the first person from another kingdom to meet Jordan's fiancée.

When he got a letter from Jordan saying he was soon to be engaged, he got mock annoyed that he wouldn't be considered as elligable. He had always known this would be coming, that no amount of flirting would make him elligable, but well, it's stings that he isn't at least invited along. Of course he still assured Jordan that he was sure he'd make a great choice. Jordan always was the dutiful type, good of the kingdom above all else and all that, so he knows he isn't going to pick someone based off looks. He doesn't expect him to go the complete opposite direction and pick the one girl who didn't show up, but he supposes that's Jordan through and through.

He spends the next few months before he can find an excuse to visit the other kingdom gathering any research possible about this mysterious Lady Capsize, to know exactly who his friend has engaged to marry. Unsuprisingly, given that she's from a small house in a different kingdom, he doesn't find much, but he does manage to find out a little about her family before he gets to meet her in person.

Technically he visits to renew an old border agreement, something Queen Ianite notes did not need to be done by the crown prince. Tom shrugs, but it's needled out of him that he came to visit Jordan and meet his fiancée. The Queen is accepting enough of this, though gives a stern warning not to annoy Capsize as she's fond of her and wants her to become comfortable. Obviously he agrees, but he does find her description curious given that Jordan has mostly described her as frustrating.

Frankly he has no idea what to make of the woman, as she seems polite enough, but closed off. Jordan says she's been like that nearly the whole time, though that doesn't exactly line up with the Queen's description, nor half of the gossip he hears. So one day when Jordan's busy, he steals her away from the governess that's teaching her etiquette to walk with her and actually try and get to know the person whose going to be marrying his friend.

Capsize isn't open with him at first, seeing that Jordan called the man his best friend and he's another crown prince. However, once they're in the grounds, away from anyone who might be eavesdropping, he starts speaking more causally, calls her by her name and asks about her in ways that don't relate to Jordan. And she opens up, and Tom finds her fansinating as she talks about her old life and the ocean with more passion than he could've imagined from his first impression of her. By the time Jordan finds them, they're laughing and Tom jokes about stealing her away.

However, what he can tell from this visit is that neither of them are happy with the arrangement. With Capsize it's obvious, but while Jordan is a little more subtle, he knows that man well enough to know when he's unhappy. Which is why he keeps up with his flirting with Jordan, seeing if he can poke him into admitting that.

It doesn't work, at least not until they're attempting to find the missing Capsize, and it becomes increasing clear that Jordan can't hide behind the idea of them both having been fine with the situation anymore.

#mianite #mianite royalty au #tom syndicate #jordan captainsparklez #captain capsize #i have one more specific friendship moment for capsize and tom but it's part of a bigger scene idea so didn't want to put it here #but i think tom is very much her closest friend among the royals prior to her being running away and then getting to know sonja

[spacecasehobbit]

Every so often, I find myself thinking of the kind of story that Billy could have had if it had been Neil who got flayed in S3, instead of Billy.

If it was Neil who went off to work one day, and came back Wrong... not because he came back mean, but because he came back too nice. Too calm, missing all the sneers and casual insults that are usually thrown Billy's way whenever they're in the same room; strangely unconcerned with Billy's life but too concerned with whatever Max and that new friend of hers are up to, instead of offloading "responsibility" for his step-daughter's every move to Billy under threat of violence if he doesn't make her stick to Neil's rules.

And Billy is the only one who notices just how wrong this all is.

Max listens to him about as well as she ever does - which is to say: not at all - when he tries to bring up Neil's behavior with her (admittedly, he probably brings it up with his usual amount of grace and tact, which is to say: also none). It's not like Billy can tell the cops that his dad is acting weird by being too nice, if he was even the sort of person who went to cops to solve his problems. He hasn't exactly cultivated the kind of friendships where they talk about his relationship with his shitty dad, either, so he's exhausted his extremely short list of people who might understand as soon as Max storms off in her usual cloud of pissy, righteous teenage anger at his inability to talk to her without being a dick right off the bat.

And like, he's not even entirely sure why he's bothering to try and understand this new leaf Neil's turned over? Shouldn't it be a good thing that his dad is mostly just ignoring him, that Neil's finally taking a bit of responsibility for the kid whose mom he decided to marry and play happy little family with in the first place?

It's just... it's weird, is all.

It's weird, and it grates at him, and he can't help but drag himself into this mess, looking for trouble even when it doesn't find him first as his dad likes - liked - to say whenever Billy got caught up in the consequences of his own poor decision making.

So long story short, Billy goes from the one always being watched to the one always watching his dad, discovers his dad may or may not be starting some kind of cult with all his (white, male, because the man's definitely got plenty of bigotry that Vecna's perfectly happy to play along with, as long as he gets his army somehow) coworkers, discovers that actually it may be a literal fucking Satan cult or some shit when some of those coworkers and/or his dad start bleeding black (and maybe he catches sight of that new friend of Max's displaying what are definitely magic fucking powers), and winds up stumbling into the midst of the Upside Down plot all on his lonesome just as things are coming to a climax with the melted-people-spidermonster at the brand new mall, of all places.

And maybe Billy's been doing some of his own rather difficult and unpleasant personal introspection and character growth, in between spying on his dad and discovering that his sister and her nerdy little friends know way too much about magic and monsters, but still can't seem to notice just how fucking weird her own step-dad is acting until he goes straight-up feral at their little magic friend, said magical friend shoves him through a brick wall with her brain, and he escapes without so much as a broken bone so far as Billy can tell from his vantage point, hidden what is suddenly looking like a much less safe distance away from whatever-the-fuck-that-was than he'd originally thought.

The point is, Billy's done some thinking of his own. Some growing as a person, even, one might say.

So by the time he follows his dad to the mall, he still honestly has no clue what the hell is going on, but he knows his dad has always been a bastard, and he knows that little magic kid his dad is dragging towards a horror movie spider monster the size of their house might be the only one who can save this stupid nonsense town full of monsters and cornfields and bullshit and maybe, possibly, a few people who don't deserve to die horribly in some insane alien monster apocolypse.

In this universe, instead of El making a last minute, desperate attempt to reach out to Billy with empathy before the Mind Flayer feeds her to the monster, it's Billy who steps in out of nowhere to distract his dad from this random little girl the monster seems to want so badly but isn't gonna get.

Because Neil's been acting weird. He's been ignoring his fuckup of a son, paying too much attention to Max and hasn't even called Billy a delinquent or an irresponsible fuckup or a faggot in nearly a week, and apparently he's possessed by a monster that might literally be from hell.

But Max seemed to think Neil was still somewhere in there when he went crazy on her little magic friend, and maybe she couldn't reach him, but Billy's spent half his life learning just how to push his dad's buttons and get Neil's attention lazer-focused on himself.

Pissing off Neil Hargrove is an artform that Billy's long since perfected.

It feels good to be doing it on purpose because he's trying to stand in front of someone else to keep them safe, for the first time since his mom left and he started thinking he had to care about himself first, since no one else was going to. Doesn't even feel afraid when he tells his dad loud enough for the peanut gallery to overhear that he was right all those years, he raised a filthy fucking faggot who likes dick instead of pussy, that he doesn't give a shit about respect and responsibility if those things are supposed to turn him into a Man like the one that Neil Hargrove's always been.

Billy's always been a disappointment to his father.

Somehow, that fact doesn't sting like it used to.

Now he's got proof his dad hates him enough to shake off a shadow monster from another world just to beat on his own kid, and Billy?

Billy meets his dad's rage with a fucking smile.

For once, his dad's hits don't hurt more than the ache of the physical bruises they'll leave behind, don't come packed with that extra kick of guilt and shame and longing for a dad who loves him. For once, he makes himself get back up, bloody teeth bared with all the feral hatred and rage fostered from years of living in fear of his own father, and he hits back at the man who was already a monster long before he ever got possessed by one from another world.

Billy was never gonna be the kind of son his father wanted, but it's on his own terms now. Because Billy's never gonna be the kind of man his father was, either.

And step one of being a better kind of person is making sure this stupid fucking town and his annoying bitch of a step-sister and all the other weird little nerds and annoying classmates she seems to hang out with and all the other blissfully ignorant hicks sensibly enjoying the 4th of July fair instead of fighting eldritch horrors in the mall, actually survive to see July 5th...

Even if that means fist fighting his dad in the mall while a little magic girl takes advantage of Neil's distraction to take on a melted flesh monster in the background of this brand new form of fucked up mess his life has somehow become.

#st #billy hargrove #neil hargrove #one of these people was already a monster #and one of them was a messed up kid with a lot of bad reactions to a lot of ongoing trauma #and some screwed up world views that he deserved a chance to grow up and learn better than #and anyway i'm probably not going to write this fanfic #because i already have too many wips higher up on my priority list to finish #but this story that could have been has lived rent free in my head for a while #and i figured i'd finally at least share it here #gay billy hargrove #he's definitely got a crush on steve #even if he leaves *that* part out of his Distracting Dad speech #because he definitely noticed steve was there too #(because of course he was) #(in retrospect #monster shit is probably what was happening last time he encountered steve harrington under extremely sketchy circumstances too)