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kimi240302 · 11 months

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Daylight

A/N: Before you read this story, be aware I am from Germany and can't write a bit of English. That's why I'm sending this through an app that translates it for me.

A/N2.0: In this story, the characters are all a little older.

Summary: Y/N Swan tries everything to keep her promise to stay away from Demetri Volturi. But can you stay away from the man fate bound you to?

Demetri Volturi x Female!Swan!reader

Words: 2,8

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“ You and I drink the poison from the same vine Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time Hidin´ all of our sins from the daylight” - David Kushner

"You have to promise me that Y/N." Bella looked at her younger sister with piercing eyes. However, the latter did not understand what her older sister and the Cullens family had. Confused, the young girl looked up from her place on the couch. "Why should I promise you to stay away from Demetri Volturi? I don't even really know this man?" "Y/N..." Carlisle began, but Bella interrupted him. "The less she knows, the better it is for her!" Y/N jumped up angrily. "Tell me Bella are you kidding me?! I didn't know anything when you dragged me to Italy with you. I didn't know there were vampires or people who could turn into giant wolves. I was normal, I was happy." The young girl stopped, took one deep breath and wrapped her arms around herself. "Now I'm scared of what lies ahead, being bound to a vampire who is apparently the villain for you? But instead of explaining everything to me, I'm supposed to bluntly forget what I've seen, heard and felt because it's easier for you and your oh-so-great Cullens? You want me to make a promise I don't even understand just because you don't like the Volturi?" Y/N took another deep breath. Her vision blurred from tears she wasn't ready to let Bella see. "Let me tell you something Bella, I don't like Edward either. Yet I'm not telling you to stay away from him or how to live your life!" Y/N turned on her heel and left the Cullens' living room, leaving the entire family in stunned disbelief.

"She's right." Carlisle was the first to find his voice again. "Y/N has been through a lot the last few days. We should have explained everything to her calmly first and then..." "And then what? Demetri Volturi won't leave her alone. Not when she's his mate." Rosalie looked at everyone around once, her gaze stopping on Bella. "You pushed her into this world, now you can't just kick her out. That's not how it works." "I'm just trying to protect her!" Rosalie raised an eyebrow. "Then you shouldn't have taken her with you." Esme looked at Rosalie warningly. "What happened can't be undone. Blaming each other doesn't change that anymore." The vampire turned to her husband, placing a hand on his arm as she did so. "You should talk to Y/N, after all, you know the Volturi best." Slowly he nodded, "But not today. Y/N needs to process what all happened from today first."

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Humming to herself, Y/N was just turning around in the kitchen of her home to get to the fridge when, out of nowhere, Carlisle stood in front of her. "Jesus Christ! Do you have to scare me like that!" Amused, the blond-haired man looked at Y/N. "Sorry. I forget sometimes that not everyone, can hear everything that's going on around them." Nodding, Y/N looked at Carlisle, which turned into an uncomfortable silence that the young girl was the first to break. Sighing, Y/N let herself sink down on the chair in the kitchen and looked at Carlisle. "My father isn't here." "We both know I'm not here for your father Y/N." He lowered himself to the chair across from her. The latter tensed slightly. Reassuringly, Carlisle placed his cold hand on the young girl's. "I'm here to give you an idea of why Bella and my family want you to keep your distance from Demetri and the rest of the Volturi." Y/N just nodded and looked at Carlisle tensely. "You should know that the Volturi clan that Demetri belongs to are kind of like our supreme ones. They rule over the species of vampires and have done so for a very long time. Led by the three kings you met in Italy. Aro the head one, he can see everything you think, what you have experienced or what you have planned with one touch. He can be very overwhelming. But I think you have already witnessed this. He's occasionally..." Carlisle searched for the right words, but Y/N filled the void for him. "Extreme when you're not used to it?" Carlisle smiled, nodding as he did so. "Aro is extreme when it comes to enforcing the rules and can get too brutal in the process. But Caius is the one who has the most fun punishing those who have done wrong in his eyes." "What is his ability?" "He has none, other than his viciousness, he is simply loyal to Aro. Marcus, on the other hand, is the calmest of the three. His passion for life was taken from him when his wife was killed. His ability is to see the relationships between individuals." Y/N nodded. "And what does that have to do with Demetri?" Carlisle sat up a little straighter. "Demetri is part of the Kings' main guards with Felix, Jane and Alec. They do jobs and make sure no one can overthrow the Volturi. They do that by wiping out entire clans or individuals." "So he's an murderer?" Carlisle winced briefly. He hadn't expected Y/N to answer so directly with such a neutral expression on her face. "You can look at it that way, yes. But the main reason Bella wants you to stay away is because the Volturi feed on human blood. They don't see humans as equals, they just see them as something to feed on. Bella...we're all worried that Aro will see you as a threat to Demetri's loyalty and will have you killed."

Y/N let herself sink against the back of the chair with drooping shoulders. Several minutes of silence passed until the young girl cleared her throat. "Marcus lost his wife and became sad, absent and quiet after that?" Confused, Carlisle nodded and was about to ask why, but Y/N kept talking. "Was she his mate?" Again Carlisle nodded. "Is this what happens to vampires when they find their mate and can't be with them?" Carlisle was startled by these thoughts. "I don't know. But I suspect this may lead to that." Y/N looked closely at the man in front of her. "Then you must really hate the Volturi if you wish such a fate for Demetri."

"Y/N..." Bella stood in the kitchen doorway. "I just want what's best for you." Defeated, the young girl looked down at her hands, which she had folded in her lap. "I won't say I understand this whole vampire thing, or if I even really want to understand it. But I do know that I don't necessarily want to be dragged into the middle of this whole thing. The Volturi thing is your thing, not mine and even if you think that the visit to Italy has dragged me into it, you are wrong. I have my life and I will live it how I want." Bella and Carlisle both wanted to say something, but Y/N's raised hand stopped them. "I will promise you Bella and the Cullens that I will do my best to stay away from Demetri." Bella smiled at her. "As long as you're here in Forks, nothing will happen to you. We'll all make sure of that." Y/N twisted her mouth into a pained smile. "There's something you should know. Our father already knows, and he supports me completely in this. I'm moving to Seattle next week." "What are you going to do there, and by yourself? Does mom know about this?" "I got a school offer, which I can't refuse. Mom was the one who helped me to fill out and get everything I needed for it. I'm going to start packing today." "Y/N you can't just leave now" Bella spread her arms, setting to say more. But Y/N simply got up to leave the room. "You willingly entered the world of the supernatural. I didn't, that's what you decided for me, and now I'm deciding for me to leave."

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"Are you settling in okay?" Y/N set her phone down on her desk and saw Bella making herself comfortable on her bed. "Bella I've been gone for six months. I almost feel like I'm home already." Bella laughed. "I still can't believe my younger sister is the first of us to live alone." Smiling, Y/N looked around her one-bedroom apartment. It wasn't much, however it was nice and big and cozy. Everything she needed to get by on her own. "Now tell me what is Seattle like and your school?"

Y/N's face was barely noticeably twisted as she began to talk about her school. She loved Seattle and the people she had made friends with. They helped Y/N get out of herself and enjoy her life like the young girl never had before. But the feeling of constantly having eyes on her didn't leave her. As if someone was constantly in her shadows. Several times, she could swear she thought she saw Demetri Volturi. The first time, Y/N was sitting in a café with friends, relaxing after a long day at school. The second time was at the library and the last was at a club where she had gone to celebrate a Friday with her class. However, she did not tell Bella about it. She didn't want her to worry or make up anything so that her parents would send Y/N back to Forks. Because she was sure her sister would go to such lengths to keep an eye on her. Especially now that Bella had calmed down a bit when it came to the subject of Demetri Volturi.

"Damn!" Y/N looked around at her desk, "What's wrong?" Bella looked at her sister with concern. The latter, annoyed with herself, just shook her head. "I have to turn in this homework tomorrow, and the book I need to do these assignments is in my locker at school." "Then just ask for more time." Y/N shook her head. "I can't, but the library is still open and I know they need to have that book there." "Be careful, will you?" "I always am Bella!" The addressed raised an eyebrow and was about to say something, but Y/N pointed her index finger at her sister, "People who jump off cliffs voluntarily should be quiet!" Defensively, Bella raised her hands. "I'm not saying anything anyway!" "Better that way."

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Y/N shakily rubbed her hands together as she walked down the street. Seattle was cloudy as the smell of a coming rain worked its way to the surface. The shivering came, but not only from the cold air, but also because of the renewed feeling of being watched. Discreetly, she turned her head from right to left. But she could not see anything that seemed strange to her. Shrugging her shoulders, Y/N looked for her headphones in her bag and put them in her ears, hoping to get rid of the feeling as quickly as possible. In the library she asked directly at the entrance if the book she needed was really here and was relieved when the librarian said that the book was in the back of the library.

Again with her headphones in her ears, Y/N walked past the many bookshelves. Every now and then she let her fingers glide over the various book spines, while she hummed softly along to the melody. The shadow that followed her stayed out of the young girl's thoughts. Nor did she notice him standing almost directly behind her as she stopped in front of one of the shelves, her eyes roaming over the various book spines. Annoyed, Y/N pulled a frown from her face. The book she needed was on the top shelf. Standing on her tiptoes, she reached for the black leather book, but only her fingertips touched the spine. With a sigh, she stood back up properly and was about to turn around to go back to the front to ask for a stool or other help.

Y/N froze, however, when a body came up directly behind her, or rather when the upper body of a stranger nestled directly against her back and she saw a pale hand reaching for the book. Startled, Y/N pushed the air out of her lungs and turned around. At the quickness of her turn, her headphones fell to the floor and rolled away in different directions. But the young girl no longer cared, because when she looked up, Y/N saw into a pair of red eyes. Demetri Volturi stood not two inches from Y/N, looking down at the young Swan. A smile had settled on his lips, which was more akin to a Predator having his prey where he wanted it than pure friendliness.

"Demetri..." Y/N sounded breathless, which only made the vampire smile wider. "Good evening mon amour. Is this what you needed?" Demetri ignored her questioning look and held the book between them, but Y/N didn't even notice it. She was too distracted by his closeness and his eyes. "What are you doing here?" The blond-haired vampire tilted his head slightly. His smile softened as he lifted his left hand, the one not holding the book, to brush a stray strand behind Y/N's ear. "I came to check on you." Unwillingly, Y/N closed her eyes as Demetri slid his cold fingers back over her cheek. Instantly, goosebumps spread all over her body as she leaned a little further into his touch. Y/N couldn't help it, it was almost as if something was pulling her towards Demetri.

"This isn't your first time here, is it?" Slowly, her eyelids fluttered open. Slightly, Demetri shook his head. His hand lingered on his mate's cheek. "You've just never been alone." Absently, Demetri placed the book, behind Y/N on the shelf. His hand he placed as a support on the edge of just that. In this way he enclosed Y/N and at the same time came even closer to her. His lips were just above hers. "Demetri, what are you doing?" Panic slowly spread through Y/N. Her hands went to his chest, where she tried to push him away. But Demetri just stopped, no matter what Y/N was trying to do. When the vampire put his forehead against hers and closed his eyes, she gave up. Y/N curled her fingers into Demetri's jacket and studied him. His left hand rested on her waist while he slightly strengthened the grip of his right hand on the shelf, making the wood creak in protest.

"I tried to stay away from you after I overheard your conversation with Bella. After I listened to you promise her to stay away from me." Demetri stopped. Still with his eyes closed, he moved his forehead away from hers. He tilted his face slightly forward so that his lips were only millimeters from hers. Y/N drew in a sharp breath as Demetri let his lips move further over her skin to her cheek, to her neck. There he found her pulse point and placed a kiss directly on it.

Y/N's eyes widened in shock as her fingers clawed tighter into his jacket. "Demetri?" Her voice trembled. "Don't do this, please!" Now the young girl sounded tormented. Demetri released his lips from her neck and looked at Y/N again. "Admit it Cheri, you were thinking of me as much as I was thinking of you. Of my hands on your waist, my voice close to your ear, like in Volterra when I finally found you." Again she closed her eyes, almost as if it caused her pain to admit this simple truth.

Y/N still remembered clearly the day she met Demetri Volturi for the first time. His arms wrapped around her so that he could better protect her. The way he had whispered in her ear that she shouldn't be afraid because he would keep her safe. The way he didn't let go of her until he was sure the danger was over. Nor had she forgotten the feeling of safety and security that Demetri had triggered in her.

"Tell me you haven't thought about me for a second and I'll let you go. You won't see me again." Demetri came closer to her lips again. Y/N opened her mouth to tell him to leave, but nothing came out. So she closed it again. Because the truth was, she hadn't stopped thinking about him. Demetri released his right hand from the shelf and let it wander to the back of Y/N's neck. He pulled her a little closer to him. Prevented her from looking away. "Say it!" He challenged her, his eyes falling on Y/N's lips. "Tell me you hate me!" "I can't." Demetri's eyes settled on hers again. He saw the confusion and at the same time the craving he himself felt when he was near Y/N. Demetri broke eye contact, lifted his lips to Y/N's forehead and placed a lingering kiss there. When he released his lips from her skin, he lowered them to her ear. "How long can you hide your sins from the daylight?"

Confused, Y/N wanted to know what Demetri meant by that, but in the next moment he was gone and so was the feeling of his closeness.

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waratah-moon · 1 year

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5,6&21 maybe all three or just one? You decide buuuuuut Eddie x cheerleader 👀👀

21. "Can you please come and get me?" This prompt gives me biiiiiiig cheerleader!reader vibes 🎂 bday prompts list 🎂 masterlist / send me a message Warnings: drunk reader, bad friends, mvp wayne munson wc 1.2k

You weren't used to drinking alcohol; you had sipped the occasional glass of sparkling wine when your parents hosted dinner parties, but you never really drank with your friends. But something about tonight, maybe it was the air of celebration from the football team winning their big game, made you want to cut loose. It had started with a couple of Jello shots, then your friend Jessica gave you a wine cooler from the four pack she'd stolen from her mom, and now you were on your third glass of punch. It was clear you were drunk; sober you would never go near a communal bowl of unidentifiable liquid, let alone willingly drink it.

"Come dance!" Jessica was semi-coherent, although it wasn't clear if her voice was distorted on your end or hers. It was most likely you though, you knew Jessica could handle her liquor.

"mgonna sit down a sec," you mumbled, stumbling onto a bar stool at the kitchen counter. The room kept rotating in your peripheries.

"Are you okay?" Jessica echoed.

"I'll be fine, come join you in a minute," you managed the words slowly, and Jessica nodded, disappearing out into the backyard.

Your mind felt cloudy, like there was a foggy haze overlaying your thoughts, and to be honest, it made you a little scared. You breathed, trying to steady nerves and stop the nausea. You were pretty much alone. You couldn't call your parents to come and pick you up as that would lead to a lecture about how good girls behave, and you didn't need any more attention from them than was absolutely necessary. When it came to your parents, it was best to be quiet, placid, and ignored. Your friend Jessica had been your ride here, and now she was off dancing with the other members of the cheer squad, most of whom would go home with their jock boyfriends.

Your own boyfriend hadn't been invited to the party; he wasn't invited to most of the social gatherings you were, only called upon when some popular kid wanted a plug. Even though you two had only been dating about a month, he knew more about your life than your closest friends. You trusted Eddie with the parts of you that you kept secret, and you knew if anyone could fix the situation you had found yourself if it was Eddie.

You spotted a phone hanging off the kitchen wall and dialled, surprising yourself that your muscle memory remembered what order the numbers went in. The line rang a few times before someone picked up with a tired, "hello?"

It wasn't Eddie. "Mr. Munson," you tried to steady your voice. "S-sorry for calling so late, I was trying to reach Eds-Eddie."

"It's okay, darling." Wayne had looked after an inebriated Eddie enough times to know a drunk teenager when he heard one. "Are you alright?"

"I'm," suddenly the gravity of the situation dawned on you and tears stung at the corners of your eyes. Your voice cracked, "I d-don't think so."

"Where are you?"

"Uh," you looked around helplessly, trying to remember who's house you had ended up at. "I think it's D-David Horowitz' house in Loch-Loch Nora. Can you please come and get me?"

"I'm leaving now, sweetheart."

You managed to find Jessica, telling her you weren't feeling great and that you'd find a ride home, making sure to tell her to have fun before you left. You stumbled out of the front door and planted yourself on the front steps to wait for Wayne.

Your brain couldn't interpret the clock hands on your watch, but it was maybe 15 minutes later that you were being shaken awake.

"Baby?" Eddie asked softly, pushing your hair behind your ear. "Baby girl?"

You groaned, opening your eyes to see a worried Eddie kneeling beside you. "Eds?"

"C'mon sweetheart, let's get you into bed."

"m'tired, Eds," you groaned as he helped you up, slinging your arm around his shoulder so he could help you walk.

"You've had a big night, huh?"

"Edsie?" Your voice was girlishly high.

"Yeah, baby girl?"

"I think I'm drunk," you giggled when you hiccuped over the words.

"I think you might be."

The last thing you remember was being helped onto the bench-seat in Wayne's old pickup truck and mumbling an enthusiastic hi to Wayne who was in the drivers seat, then everything went black.

The next morning you awoke to a pounding in your head and it took a moment to remember where you were. You'd never slept in Eddie's bed before, and you thought when you finally did you wouldn't be nursing a mighty hangover, and Eddie would actually be next to you. But he wasn't. You sat up a little too fast, the blood rushing painfully to your head and causing you to let out a soft whimper.

"You awake?" It was definitely Eddie's voice, but you couldn't see where it was coming from.

"Eds? Where are you?"

He groaned and you heard his joints crack as he staggered to a stand. When he reached his full height he stretched upwards, yawning. "Slept on the floor."

You blinked, still not fully cognisant, but aware enough to appreciate the trail of hair on his lower stomach. "Why?"

"You were drunk, sweetheart," he sat on the end of the bed, watching you. "You were pretty out of it, and kinda handsy."

"Oh," you averted your gaze. He looked gorgeous with his sleep ruffled hair, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. You'd only woken up next to Eddie once before, after he'd snuck through your bedroom window. But you hadn't had the opportunity to fully appreciate how pretty he was in the mornings as he had quickly left the way he'd came before your parents woke up.

"You wanted to cuddle, but then you kept trying to put your hand down my-"

"I get it, Eds. Sorry." He smirked at your blush.

"Don't get me wrong, baby girl, if you were sober I would have been all for it."

You looked up to see his eyes twinkling. "Yeah?"

"'course," he leant forward, pressing a kiss to your lips. "You taste like vodka."

You groaned, the palms of your hands rubbing your eyes. "I need a shower."

Ten minutes with the hot water running over you made you finally feel clean and awake. Eddie leant you the comfiest clothes in his wardrobe, a thousand washed Black Sabbath teeshirt and sweatpants, and had breakfast waiting for you when you came out of his room.

"Eggs, toast, and black coffee, the perfect hangover cure."

You sat at the dining table, the plate of greasy fried food looking equally appetising and unappetising at the same time. "Thanks for coming to get me last night," you broke the egg with a corner of the toast.

"I'll always come and get you baby girl, no questions asked," he nodded, taking a sip of his own mug of coffee.

You smiled softly at him, knowing he was telling the truth. The edges of him a bit fuzzy as alcohol was still thick in your blood, but your mind had never felt clearer. It was in this moment you realised you were in love with Eddie Munson.

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washa · 6 months

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I listened to The Summit audio (part 2) and here’s my favourite personal comments/thoughts! (I HAVE SO MANY QUESTION WHAT)

YEAH WHAT IS FUCKING GOING ON??

Tf do you mean Porter, THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN PORTER

William order you to WHAT NOW

Oh my god it’s an alibi for both of them

Alexis please find some care in your heart.

I mean.. We could make it a game of Cluedo. It would add more to the plot.

Can vampires even get wrinkles??

“I didn’t kill him, now relax, we have work to do.” That was the most human i’ve heard Alexis.

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OH HEAVENS SWEETHEART IS ALIVE WHOOP WHOOP

Wait did they see what happened???

Oh no Asher sounds so stressed 😭

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David needs a fucking break

Pushed magically away? Oh shit is closeknit here.

It’s so interesting to see the characters discover plot we already know of, Imagine their reaction to Sunshine and Elliot or Blake and Bestie.

Sweetheart maybe take the memo and not do this

Goddammit Porter. Godfuckingdammit.

Confrontation part 2??? Let’s go

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“Get in line.” Porter you snarky bitch

WOAH THERE ASHER?? I’m kinda woahie 🤞

My jaw is dropped. MY JAW IS DROPPED ASH. THE TEETH??

Are they on the floor, like Porter being pinned or?

Big word time 😇

I’m so lost right now. I'm so shitty abt politics, all I'm getting is a corrupt government.

Kinda attracted to both of them rn… 💕

Porter and Asher both have great points tbh

Where’s Sam when you need him 😕

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Are we really doing a trial right now??? RIGHT FUCKING NOW???

So the department ruling has only been formed for 50 years. Oh wait nvm that's not Alexis.

OH HI SAMMM

Monarch Baz is so self centered I loathe her, But damn she can be commanding when needed.

“Do we get a vote.?” “Do I look like a vampire, How the hell should I know?” Yes you two make some comedic relief, god knows we're gonna need it.

What are the mates/partners doing?? Is Lovely playing uno with Angel in a corner or??

I’m losing track of the whole houses thing, but that’s ok.

Monarch Baz sounds so URGAJDDSAK.

“Zane, Ephraim-” , I heard Zac Efron and I was so confused. WAIT IS THAT HOW ERIK GOT THE NAMES??

I’ll be honest, I don’t think “The House of Shaw” and the Solaire Clan are gonna be allies after this 😭

The House of Shaw needs a break what about that 😇

“A piles of bones, obviously.” God it’s sass meeting sass.

ASH?? Are we breathing him in right now???

“Only the bones were left.” Aw yum?? Little chew toy for Darlin’ or something 🤷‍♀️

Beheaded Adam style, Lovely. (Pun intended)

“Considering his skull was halfway across the room, I’m assuming he was beheaded. That, or someone played an impromptu game of soccer with the good king’s skeleton after the fact.” Alexis put a muzzle on yourself please 😭

Yeah tbf Christoper isn’t really a saint here, Vincent can vouch for that. Also where is Vincent.

Calm conversation?? CALM CONVERSATION???

What’s with him and blaming Solaire Clan?

Christoper. Maybe look Lovely in their traumatic eyes and tell them that. STRAIGHT TO THEIR FACE.

Adam hate club 🙌

Porter standing up for Vincent? Wow he really does keep his word on the whole Solaire’s stick together, also how many people have been killed now.

“Well, I realized I left the stove on four years ago when I left, I needed to come check on it.” God the Solaire’s breathe sass don’t they.

Nevermind. All vampires are sassy.

What is the Shaw pack doing again, are they just in the corner.

Demon blood? Yeah David. POISON??

So hypothetically, If Gavin bled and sprinkler style sprayed his blood everywhere, he could kill a bunch of Vampires if it gets them in the mouth.

“Shockingly we don't make a habit of broadcasting our weaknesses pup.” Is this an Imperium reference or?? (I've only seen like edits of Asher being called pup so idfk??)

How the fuck did someone get demon blood. A blood bank??

Why are they so sassy? WHY ARE THEY SO FUCKING SASSY??

CLOSEKNIT GETTING BLAMED WOO, I was so scared they were gonna blame Sweetheart or something.

NO BC FR THAT CLOSEKNIT AD WAS SO FUCKING RUDE, AND IT WASN'T EVEN A GOOD AD. IT WAS LIKE A PERFUME AD.

If the Shaw Pack is gonna keep getting trampled can they just leave? Pup, Dog, A leash??

Christopher, Your fucking alibi is so shitty man, You’re so fucked 😭😭

Oh shit he’s found guilty. HOLY SHIT WAS THAT HIS NECK??

The Shaw Pack is losing their minds and rightfully so, what the fuck.

IS THIS NORMAL TO GET KILLED OR SOEMTHING???

Bye Alexis?

OH LOVELY WAS THERE?? Oh yes ma’am.

Yes we’ll speak with William. IF WE CAN GET IN CONTACT WITH HIM??

Well. At Least that’s good? Thanks Monarch.

No Vincent, baby.

Porter, You confusing bastard.

IS THAT THE END?? NO URGSHDH. NOT AT THE LORE DROP URIFEKDFDF

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harmfulb1tch · 6 months

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Interesting Dreams Part 2

Ship: Brad Bakshi x reader

Warnings: SMUT (mdni): Vibrators, exhibitionism, teasing, orgasm denial, possessive. Swearing.

Summary: After your encounter with Brad last week, he has a little surprise for you.

A/N: The long awaited Part twoooooo yay! Finally Finished!

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A couple of days had passed since the incident. You had barely spoken to Brad, meaning you had only spoken to him when necessary. That was in directory meetings and when you had to present him the designs for the new weapons in the game to see if they were marketable, and even then, you limited yourself to give him the design on paper and look straight down to the floor.

Poppy had confronted you about the dream a couple of times, saying that she didn’t know what you saw in Brad (which you didn’t know yourself). But you shut her down quickly when you brought up her dream about Ian. Of course, the situation wasn’t the same, because differently from Poppy, you did in fact want to be fucked by Brad. You wanted it so bad it was the only thing you thought about everyday at work. You always had him in view, since your office was right in front of his and they both had clear windows. He always was either pacing around with coffee in his hand or very concentrated on his Mac, working on something you didn’t know. It was very ironic how a couple of weeks ago you agreed with everyone around the office on hating Brad, but it only took a dream for you to change your mind about the lanky man (This is probably because you lied to yourself). While he was in his office, you only fantasized about what he would do to you. You wanted him to fuck you in his office, to treat you like he owned you.

There he was now, he was talking on the phone to some client, you assumed. He looked calm and collected, he probably sounded like that too. Although, you could look through that facade. He was calm, but you could see the cogs in his head turning. You could see that he was plotting a scheme or finding a way to make the client crack. That’s something you admired from him, how he could look collected and make everyone be at his mercy all at the same time.

Your thoughts were interrupted suddenly when you saw Brad looking directly at you. He caught you looking at him, practically undressing him with your eyes. He immediately smirked and looked away. You also turned your gaze away from him, blushing madly and trying to focus again on your work.

After that, you heard someone knock on the door of your office. David appeared with his usual fake smile and positive attitude. A part of you was scared that he was going to talk to you to mention the incident that happened with Brad a couple of days prior. You discarded the possibility remembering how nervous he was when he found out about the dream, thinking that if he were to bring the topic up, he wouldn’t be so jolly.

“Good Morning Y/N! I just wanted to tell you that we will have a directory meeting at 12pm, so be ready for that! he said, accentuating the “T” at the end. You liked David, to a certain extent. You immediately started liking him less when he ratted you out to Brad.

“Sure. But couldn’t you have send me an email with the details of the meeting? I could’ve prepared something on what we were working on right now in the art department”

“Yep, sorry. We forgot to tell you. See you later!” And with that he left, closing the door behind him

You sighed. Typical. You, the art director, were forgotten when setting up a very important meeting. You needed a fucking break, you didn’t get paid enough to keep up with all this bullshit.

You went to the breakroom, where Poppy and Ian were talking next to the coffee machine. You pushed Ian aside without even talking to him to prepare yourself a coffee and grab a packet of Pop Tarts. Poppy and Ian started talking to you about their lives, just making casual conversation. Ian was telling you and Poppy about a hookup he had the night before. Although it was a very graphic explanation, you lived for the drama of it all. At some point, Poppy tried to bring up Brad into the conversation, but every time she hinted at the subject, you shot her a stern look, not wanting to talk about your experiences regarding Brad.

Ian looked at you and Poppy weirdly, clearly feeling excluded from the conversation. He then said his “goodbye”s and left for his office. Immediately after he left, Poppy looked at you, wiggling her eyebrows, clearly not scared of you revealing her wet dream about Ian anymore.

“So? You’re not going to ask him out?” Poppy said, trying to usher you into caving in and admitting your crush on the tall man.

“Absolutely not.” you said with the most serious look. To prove your seriousness, you took a sip of your coffee.

“Oh come on! You know you like him, admit it!”

“Poppy, he’s a fucking sociopath. I’ve been with guys like him before and I don’t want anything to do with him.”

“Aha! So you do admit he’s your type!” She said, with an exaggerated tone of voice, as if she just resolved a case.

“Poppy! Such the fuck up!” You shushed her “Plus, I’d be surprised if he doesn’t already have someone in his life… Anyway, I’m not asking him out, he’s probably already weirded out enough”

“I’m sure he’s not. You said it yourself, he’s a fucking weirdo. Remember when he tried to bet on my hair? Yeah, fucking weirdo” She rambled “My point is, he’s probably turned on by all this.”

“Ew, I don’t want to talk about it. I’m too busy for this shit, I’m going back to my office. Tell me if you need anything work related. Bye.” And with that you left straight to your office.

When you arrived, you sat on your roller chair sighing. You brushed your hand over your face in pure self-doubt. Should you ask him out? Should you just ignore this whole situation? You didn’t know. All of this was raising a lot of questions in your head. Opening your eyes again, you went to reach your computer to continue working before your meeting when you hand touched a small, wrapped box. When you inspected it further, you saw a note was attached to it. You opened the small envelope curious to see who left the little box on your office table. You hadn’t seen anyone enter, too occupied talking to Poppy.

“ A little present for you. Be a good girl and put these on for the directory meeting in around half an hour. I have the remote.

Brad”

After reading the note, you immediately opened the box, tearing into the deep red wrapping paper that covered it neatly. You opened the lid to reveal a pair of vibrator panties. Your eyes immediately widened at the sight. The fact that Brad would spend this amount of money to torture you was unbelievable to you. Even if you were a bit grossed out by the situation, you were also very curious on how all of this was to play out. Without a second thought (before you regretted it) you rushed to the bathroom and put them on.

Ten minutes later, you rushed to the meeting and sat next to the man responsible for the vibrator between your legs. He was sitting slouching in his seat as if he didn’t give a fuck about anything, with one leg over the other, pressing his ankle on his opposite thigh. He leaned into you a bit and whispered in your ear.

“Are you wearing it?” he said. You nodded softly, gulping in anticipation. “Good girl” your pussy throbbed at that, you loved his praises.

You saw him put his hand into his pocket and the vibration between your thighs started softly, drawing a pleased hum out of you. He was kinky, you’d give him that.

When it was your turn to show everyone your designs, you knew Brad would make your life impossible. As you went to stand up, the vibration in between your legs speeded up, making you jump, drawing a concerned and confused look from David. You couldn’t think about anything but Brad during your presentation, your voice shook, you slightly whimpered, you sweated and could barely recall what you needed to say.

“Y/N, are you ok? You really don’t seem like yourself today” David said, concern laced in his voice. You slightly looked at Brad, who looked at you with lust-filled eyes and smirked at you.

“Y-yes, I’m fine. C-can I please c-continue?” You couldn’t help but stutter, it felt too good.

“S-sure…?”

You kept going through the presentation and when you were done, you went back to your seat, crossing your legs to try to stop the build up. It was Brad’s time to present. He looked so sexy while engaging with his small public that consisted of the directory committee: Poppy, Ian, David, C.W. and yourself.

“The weapons Y/N designed were a huge hit, and they’ve been selling like hot cakes. Good girl Y/N.” You almost choked when he said that. A silence filling the room.

“T-thank you Brad.” You said flushed.

“Well that was fucking weird” Said Ian.

At one moment, he put his hands on his pockets and amplified the vibrations while was presenting. You were so fucking close. You needed release and without realizing, you smacked the table with your hand hard. Then you tried to camouflage it as a cough when everybody looked at you weirdly. That cough sounded more like a moan than anything, but people didn’t dare to question anything. Brad knew you were so. Fucking. Close. That was when he completely stopped the vibrations. When he wrapped up his presentation, you rushed to your office.

“What was that about?” David said, weirded out.

“I don’t know,” Brad said, bored.

Brad paraded after you and found you hunched over your desk. You were on the brink of your orgasm and he denied it like he owned you, which he kind of did. You haven’t been this frustrated in a long time.

“H-hey, uh… what’s going on?” he said in an innocent tone. You stood up to confront him, full of a new-found confidence.

“What is your fucking deal? I was so fucking close, and you put me in the spot SEVERAL times. I’m so fucking done with you Brad” You sounded really pissed, because you were.

“Oh don’t get your panties in a twist.” he said annoyed

“Oh fuck you!” you shouted

“Careful there, princess. You’re playing with fire.” With that, he pressed you against your desk and, yet again, leaned into your ear, whispering “You don’t want me to deny you of your orgasm again, do you?”

“N-no…” With his body pressed to yours, your brain barely functioned. You didn’t know what was going on with you, you never acted like this.

“Good girl. Now, I have to go. I’ll see you later.” before he left, he brushed his lips with yours. Not quite kissing you, just teasing.

You were left there, dumbfounded (again). You breathed deeply, and your eyes were wide. You probably looked crazy, a complete mess. And worst of all, you were the wettest you had ever been. You were so fucking frustrated. You wanted to shout, scream and have a tantrum but, most of all, you wanted to cum. You wanted Brad to fuck you like he owned you.

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bella-goths-wife · 1 year

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Wait, could you do one where the lost boys (dads au) where their daughter ( teen years at this point) A. Takes a sip of the wine bottle thinking it was actually wine and just wanted fk try it, or B. Finds a love interest (ideally a lot aggressive bad boy like they are cuz the hypocritical dad logic there would be hilarious)

✨ Thank you ✨

Teen reader gets a aggressive bad boy boyfriend

“David we need to talk” star announced as she pushed her way into the boys personal room

“What now star?” He says annoyed, trying to continue his only romantic time of the week when he and the boys can have a a date night of sorts

“You can’t keep letting our child go out at night, I know your trying to prepare them for being a vampi-“ she was quickly cut off

“I what? I’ve not given them permission to leave the cave at night ever?” He says confused

“Well (y/n) told me you told them to go out more at night to get them prepared for when they turn in a few years, they wouldn’t lie to me David” star says with an edge to her voice, as if she’s trying to convince herself more than anything

David raises an eyebrow before turning around to his boys and giving them a pointed look

“We’ll sort it star” Marko says quickly, trying to not panic

“But-“ star tries again

“We said we’ll sort it” Dwayne snaps as he stands up to show dominance with his large size

Star stormed off defeated, she couldn’t help but feel guilty that she got you in trouble. You shouldn’t have lied to her

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The boys waited until the next night that you attempted to sneak out, they observed you from the shadows of the top of the cave as you went about your trickery

They noticed your outfit choice was a strange one for a hot summer night, you wore an oversized jumper and baggy jeans with what looked like ankle boots

They watched as you told star that you were going out, per David’s false orders. You even complained a bit to really pull off the act, they had to admit you were good.

They followed you from the sky as you wandered the boardwalk before reaching your destination, a tattoo shop

You ran in and the boys knew they would have to wait and watch from the shop window.

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You ran into the tattoo shop excitedly before you saw the reason for your quick pace.

“Jamie” you yell excitedly as you see your boyfriend in the tattooing chair, you flop down into his free arm and giggle as you see his eyes light up

“Hello gorgeous” he kisses your cheek lovingly and pets your hair

“Have you missed me?” You said playfully

“Uh huh more than anything baby” he teases back before planting a cheeky kiss on your lips.

“I have to finish up here if you want to use the staff bathroom to get changed and then we’ll get a bite to eat” James said whilst stroking soothing patterns into your hand.

“Okay” you rush off into the bathroom and see a bag for you to put your stuff in ready on the side.

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You and James met 8 months again and it definitely wasn’t love at first sight. James was a classics bad boy and because of your fathers, you tend to avoid boys like that, knowing how toxic they can be.

It wasn’t until James rescued you from some creeps when you were partying with some friends that you even talked to him without insulting each other. He knocked the guy out when he tried touching you inappropriately and took you back to ‘your house’ (grandpa max’s house, you couldn’t have him knowing you lived in a cave)

This sparked a friendship which quickly turned a relationship after a night of dancing turned into a night of kissing. You had fallen completely in love with James, you knew that everyone else saw an aggressive rule breaker and you saw the same, but you also saw him deeper than that, you knew his aggressive behaviour sparked from protectiveness rather than anger.

You opened up to James about your home life, how you were scared of being alone with some family members, how one of your dads was distant and how everyone in the family Ignored the obvious problems you were facing. (You left out having multiple vampire dads)

He accepted your baggage and even offered to run away with you, you initially rejected as you couldn’t face leaving your mother and Dwayne, but you are slowly beginning to be convinced though you would never admit it to anyone, not even yourself.

You and James had a typical routine of staying together on the boardwalk before he takes you home and you cuddle until 2AM because you would have to get home before your fathers got back and didn’t hear your heartbeat.

James adored you in every way, you were the one thing that gave him genuine joy, you were his sunshine, his gorgeous little princess. He’d die for you, he’d kill for you, he would do anything to make you smile.

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The boys watched you emerge from the tattoo and breathed a sigh of relief that you didn’t come out with any bandages from a tattoo on you.

The relief was short lived when they took notice of what you were wearing. You had on a black crop top with black denim shorts, fishnets, black boots and a oversized leather jacket that was clearly not yours.

They were shocked, who bought you those clothes because it wasn’t them also, why would you wear them. You were much to young to wear clothing like that.

Then they saw a boy by your side who quickly put his arm around your shoulder as you walked. The boys were disgusted, was this creep trying to take advantage of their baby? It wasn’t until they saw you smile and laugh with the boy they realised you weren’t being taken advantage of, you were enjoying your time with the boy

The boys were curious so they followed you more before they would reveal themselves, they followed you to the board walk where you stood with this boy in front of a food truck and ordered.

They noticed how people would part themselves for this boy to walk with you. The boys had only ever seen people do this with them and it would have to be two or more, what made this boy so intimidating that people would actively avoid him.

You tried to pull your cash out to pay for your food but the boy shooed your hand away and pulled out his cash to pay, you giggled at the boy and leant into him in a loving way.

You looked at this boy with pure adoration, it reminded David of how you would look at him when you were younger. You used to look at him as if he was a god, with nothing but love in your eyes. Nowadays you mostly looked at him with anger or sadness.

As the boys were distracted, a group of young men came up behind you and one of them smacked your ass on the way. The boys were outraged, they went to jump up and rescue you but they were beat by James shielding you before he grabbed the man by the collar and smashed his face into the food truck.

James took on the group of boys and left each of them a bloody mess, some with broken noses and some with lost teeth. The boys looked at you and expected you to be disgusted by this act of violence, but when they looked at you, you had a blank expression which moulded into concern when you looked at the state of the boys hand. You rooted through your bag before pulling out pain killers and some bandages.

The boys were shocked, you planned for this? How often does this happen? Do you enjoy the violence? Who the fuck were you right now?

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“You didn’t have to do that for me you know” you said gentle as you gripped the ice from your drink and wrapped it into a napkin before resting it on Jamie’s now bruised and bandaged hand.

“They shouldn’t have touched you” he said angrily, still heated at what the man did to you.

“You can’t just fight everyone who touches me you know?” You said jokingly

James takes your hand seriously and looks into your eyes with an unidentified emotion swirling around in them.

“I would kill for you y’know” he says seriously “I hate everyone but you, can’t go losing the best thing to ever happen to me”

“I know jamie” you reassured “I just don’t want you to get in trouble again, I don’t want to be alone again” you smile at him sadly

James pulls you to rest your head on his chest as he leans his chin on top of your head.

“That would never happen” he reassured you gently “can’t go getting rid of me now I love you” he teased lovingly

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The boys retreated to the cave and sat in contemplation of what they just witnessed.

“This is fucked” Paul says after a twenty minute silence

“Paul” marko tries tiredly but is cut off

“No, this is seriously fucked” he begins a rant “this is some daddy issues shit. That little brat is exactly like us”

“Don’t be weird paul, that’s disgusting” Dwayne states

“No I’m serious right now” paul tries again “she’s practically dating a younger us and it’s Fucking weird”

“Don’t say they’re dating, we don’t know that yet” marko says sharply

“What more proof do you need, for her to stick her tongue down his throat?” Paul yells and winces at his own words.

“Don’t talk about her like that, she’s still a kid” Dwayne says trying to deny your growing up

“Dwayne, kids don’t wear crop tops and fishnets” paul yells “kids don’t make out with boys and sit on boys laps”

“SHUT UP” David yells, disgusted at the memory of you having an intimate moment with someone who was clearly your lover

“We have to come up with a plan on how to deal with this” David states with a sadistic smile as he thought of all the ways to get rid of the problem.

You should be on your way home by now….

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Part two coming Soon!

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bluegalaxygirl · 5 months

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Old Friends (Zosan X Reader) P11

Plot: Reader is the 9th doctors old assistant but soon moved on to other things, joining the straw hat pirates and falling in love but now their paths cross again (only he has a new face, 10th Doctor) when they go to see an old friend in a strange hospital. Unfortunately there's some one else there that wants to start trouble.

One piece and Doctor who cross over (10th doctor), its based off the new earth episode. i thought since David tenant as the doctor is coming back in November it would be good to get this idea out.

Reader is Female (Sorry), Zoro X Sanji X reader, Poly relationship, established relationship.

Warning: Bad language, Violence, Death and Suicide ???

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Managing to get away form the men and reindeer Casandra runs down the long white hallway pushing past people and through some doors that used to be blocked to keep the sick out. She only stops when no one is around to take a breath and pull out the key card from her back pocket. Looking it over Casandra sighs, she was genuinely sorry for everything and hugging the little deer felt nice but a part of her hoped he would catch her going into his backpack to grab the card. Casandra starts walking again trying to find a way out, She's happy it was all over now, she can leave, find a new place and a new body, or she could stay in you. Casandra can feel how tired you are so its only a matter of time before you fade away but a part of her doesn't want that to happen, you don't make her feel alone anymore. "Please... check if he's ok" Casandra stops with a gasp, your voice flowing through her mind begging her to check in the room she just passed. She didn't want to, but she was stealing your body so might as well give you a last request, walking into the room Casandra sees a empty white room but there's a tank with a head in it that she recognizes "Boa" Casandra whispers forgetting that he was here, as much as she hates the head your legs move over to stop in front of the tank.

Boa's eyes open staring at you but he looks fine, much better than your memories showed, the mist is much thicker, his skin is darker and the orbs on his tentacles are back to blue "Who are you? You're not Y/N" Boa's voice calls out snapping Casandra out of it and stepping back a little, she should have known the head would notice somethings wrong even if she didn't say anything "Casandra but it doesn't matter, i'm only for fill her last request to check on you" Your arms cross over your chest as the head nods slightly. Boa's eyes seem to look into Casandra's own soul, it scares her a little, but she also somehow finds comfort in how calm the head is "I remember you" Boa simply says before closing his eyes "Y/N has a kind soul, i see it had changed you a little" Casandra rolls her eyes at him with a groan "No i haven't i-" She goes on only to be interrupted by the head "Then why haven't you left, even now you hesitate to walk away even though your so sure of your goals" Boa opens his eyes again giving you a small smile "I-its just a final request, i'm leaving" tears form in your eyes as Casandra talks gripping your arm tight to try and stop herself form crying "She will die if you leave, is that why?" Boa asks seeming to unlock something for Casandra, but she shakes her head trying not to think about it, It hurts her to think of you dying. "Why? Why did she wait for me? Why did she still help me after i tried to kill her friends? After everything i've done, why is she kind?" Casandra steps closer to the head hoping for answers "I remember her telling me once that, kindness is something everyone should be shown at some point in there life no matter how bad they are."

A tear slips down your cheek as Casandra looks down at the floor "I've known her long enough to know that she can look beyond a person's exterior and see who they really are and most of the time... she just says they need a little bit of compassion" Boa nods at Casandra as she looks up at him seeing he's not lying to her. Casandra wipes away some tears form your cheeks trying to stop crying " i've been feeling stuff for a while but i can't remember what its called.... it feels so warm and nice, what is it?" She asks watching as Boa smiles wider at her, showing her kind eyes "Loved... you feel loved" Taking in a shaky breath Casandra smiles hugging your arms to your chest as a way of giving you a hug but your arms tighten a little more making Casandra smile feeling like your hugging back. "It has been a pleasure but i must go, i'm well again and have a need to travel. Good bye Y/N.. Casandra, please tell the doctor i said thank you" Boa's tank starts glowing blue making a humming noise before disappearing into thin air. Casandra watches as he fades away now only looking at the large window that was behind him. She sighs and lets your arms fall to your sides, she could just leave, but she can't, not after everything you've done for her. Walking closer to the window she looks out at the words trying to decide what to do next.

Running down the hall Sanji, Zoro and the Doctor call out your name along with Casandra's hoping to find you. Fear and anger run through the three worried that Casandra already left, and they'll never see you again but the Doctor suddenly stops outside a room "Casandra" The Doctor's angry voice gets Zoro and Sanji to stop and head into the room after the brown haired man. Your backs to them as you look out the window, they all go to yell when your voice calls out "Boa left, he said thank you, Doctor, just Thank you. He looked a lot better which is good for a head in a jar" The three look at you confused not sure if its Casandra or you until the head in a jar comment. "I was going to leave but i can't... I can't do it to her, not after everything she's done for me" Casandra turns around looking at the three boys, Zoro walks closer anger filling his face, he didn't care if she helped or not, he wanted you back now. "Good now get out" His voice almost like venom as he talks, your eyes soften looking up at the green haired man "I need help wi-" she try's to say only for Zoro to grab your shirt pulling you closer to him making Casandra gasp a little in shock "No get out now" The swordsman yells in your face but Casandra sighs calming down, she know the pain she's caused its written all over their faces. Sanji runs over and grabs Zoro's arm "I know your angry and so am i but that's still Y/N" The cook looks at you with slight anger rubbing Zoro's arm feeling the swordsman loosen his grip a little.

Casandra places a hand on top of Zoro's fist thats holding your shirt "You have every right to be mad but if you'll please let me finish, i was going to say i need help with dying" Zoro lets go of your top shocked at what Casandra just said, Sanji keeps his hand on the swordsman's arm stepping back slightly in shock. They didn't fully know what she meant by that was she just going to leave or would dying take you with her. The doctor sighs and walks over taking out his sonic screwdriver getting the woman to look over at him "You want to die?" The doctor asks in a very calm manner, Casandra nods taking in a sharp breath "I don't want to hurt anyone else, i've caused enough damage, plus i'm scared that if i live, I'll forget this feeling all over again" Casandra places your hand over your heart with a small smile "I'm no longer alone and i don't want to forget this feeling so please... help me" The doctor nods at her showing her his sonic screwdriver and turning it on "I can split your atoms once you leave, it'll be painless and quick" Casandra nods at him before looking at Zoro and Sanji who seem to be a little calmer knowing you won't be hurt by this "I know you two will but... Look after her" The two nod at her as she turns back to the doctor "Good bye Casandra" Your voice echos through Casandra's mind making her smile before breathing out the multi colored cloud leaving your body as the doctor points his screwdriver at it, the hum of it getting louder until the cloud dissipates.

With your body about to collapse Zoro and Sanji grab you helping to slowly lower you to the ground as your body goes limp. Sanji moves your hair out of your face as Zoro looks you over for any injuries "Y/n? Love can you hear me?" The cook asks seeing your eyes still closed but your breathing so thats a good sign. "Why isn't she waking up?" Sanji asks as the Doctor kneels down next to the blonde feeling your forehead "She just needs a bit of time to rest and some good pain killers for when she wakes up" The doctor reassures the two as Zoro checks your injured hand seeing the ripped piece of your jacket still attached. "We should get her to chopper then" The swordsman pulls your arm around his neck then puts an arm under your knees and the another under your back to pick you up. Sanji stands up with him and makes sure your head lays in the swordsman's chest before kissing your cheek. "I told him to meet us in the canteen, the elevators should be working now" The Doctor stands leading the way the two boys following him. Getting into the elevator the doctor calls out floor one letting the doors close. You groan a little waking up but unable to open your eyes but you can feel someone holding you. "Hay love, it's ok" Sanji's sweet voice hits your ears as your head pounds.

Zoro holds you a little tighter as you try and move your legs "Don't move baby, i've got you, just relax" You groan again not really sure what's going on but you try and relax into the swordsman's arms as he kisses your head. The disinfection cyclical suddenly starts washing you all down, you bury your head into Zoro's chest still not sure where you are or what is going on but at least you feel safe in his arms. Sanji sighs moving wet hair out of his face before the drys come on, the noise hurts your head more but you just grit your teeth waiting for it to be over. The doctor runs a hand through his hair with a smile as it drys earning a glare form Zoro "Do you have to be so happy about this?" The Doctor looks over at the swordsman with a small laugh as the dryers finally stop "At least we know where clean and dry" The elevator doors open letting you all out onto the very busy first floor where large creatures in black suits and helmets are arresting the nurses and taking statements off other people. "Doctor" A very deep gruff voice calls out one of the black suited men walking over to you all "Commander, nice to see you again" The Doctor smiles patting the creature on its shoulder "I should have known you would be here but i can't be too mad since you did save these people" The creature groans its helmet facing the doctor before turning to Zoro.

Zoro holds you closer to him glaring at the creature, he can't see its face through the thick black helmet and visor so has no idea what it might be thinking. Sanji notices the swordsman tense and steps in front of you and Zoro as the creature steps forward only stopping when almost chest to chest with the cook "It's ok, their Judoon intergalactic police, actually more like bounty hunters" The doctor laughs placing a hand on Sanji's shoulder trying to get the cook to relax but it doesn't seem to work since the blonde is still glaring at the commander "We have medical staff if you need" The creature speaks raising a hand to touch you but Zoro steps back with a harder glare "No we have a doctor" The swordsman's low voice calls out "There Y/N's partners and their doctor isn't one of the nurses, she'll be fine" The Doctor pushes the Judoon back to help resolve the tension in the air. The commander steps back with a nod and a gruff that sounds very animal like "I will leave her in your hands then. Doctor i would like a clear explanation" The Judoon walks off as the Doctor sighs "I'll see you later and don't worry about them, i secretly think he's worried since she's a friend of the General" The Doctor smiles at them before walking after the commander. Sanji lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding before turning to Zoro who loosens his grip on you a little. Your still going in and out of conciseness making them both concerned, so they head off to the canteen to find Chopper.

The canteen wasn't too busy so it was easy to spot Chopper who was sitting on the same sofa as before seeming to finish bandaging up some alien's arm. The alien stands and bows a little before walking off to rejoin its group "You found her. Is she ok? what happened?" Chopper jumps up onto the sofa trying to get a look at you in Zoro's arms, The swordsman lays you down on the other sofa hearing you groan as you grab his shirt stopping him form going anywhere. Your eyes are still heavy and your head is pounding, your starting to realize who your with and that your in the hospital but you can't tell where exactly you are. Sanji walks over and leans over the arms of the chair placing his hand on your forehead "It's ok love, we're here" As Sanji reassures you Zoro helps Chopper up onto the sofa, so he can take a look at you "Casandra left but Y/N's been in and out, the doctor said she'd have a headache" Chopper nods checking your pulse and checking you over. "The doctor mentioned before about Casandra was compressing Y/n, when we were on the ladder she almost fell and didn't seem to know what was going on when Casandra left her again" Sanji chimes in trying to give more information to help. Zoro sat on the edge of the sofa your hand still clinging to his shirt refusing to let go, so he takes your hand prying it off his shirt and holding it. It seemed to calm you down a bit or maybe you were just contuse again, either way you seemed relaxed and not in too much pain. "I'll get some pain killers for her, but she'll have to be awake to swallow them" Chopper reaches into his bag and takes out some pills while Sanji walks off to get some water.

Zoro squeezes your hand trying to get your attention and luckily it works you groan meaning your awake. "Come on baby, you need to sit up" The swordsman pulls you up and holds you as you sit up stopping you form falling back down "These pills will help with the pain" Chopper rubs your leg seeing you raise your hand to rub your head while trying to say something but it only comes out in a mumbled mess. Sanji sits down next to you with a glass of water, the two help you take the pills and drink some more water. "You'll feel better soon, i think you just need some rest now" Chopper smiles up at you happy to have the real you back "I'm sorry" You manage to get out "It's ok love, none of this is your fault" Sanji moves some hair out of your face as your head falls onto Zoro's shoulder passing out again. The cook moves and helps lay you back down on the sofa before removing his jacket and placing it over you to keep you warm. "Are you two ok?" Chopper asks turning his attention to Zoro and Sanji who both nod "We're fine, have you talked to Luffy and the others yet?" Zoro asks moving to the other sofa and leaning back "No, those police guys won't let anyone in or out and i haven't seen any of the crew near the hospital" The reindeer sits down on the edge of the sofa your on and leans against you a little as Sanji joins Zoro on the other sofa "I think they were all outside when this mess went down which is good" The cook sighs leaning to Zoro who put his arm around the blonde while watching your sleeping form.

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DBD Survivor Headcanons bc I have an addictive personality and this game has taken over my life.

Zarina and Haddie: Kindred spirits, Zarina exposes the truth people don't want to see and Haddie searches for the truth people don't even believe in. Zarina and Haddie don't exactly hit it off at first but over time they come to understand each other, Zarina opens up about her father and how she still misses him and Haddie tells Zarina about her mother and her abilities and they also kinda generally bond over being the only two Arabic speaking survivors. Occasionally they teach each other different phrases in Lebanese and Hindu respectively; and while there isn't much of a difference between the two languages there are a few slang terms the two use often that don't really translate into each other so they make a point to learn them because it's something to do other than die (lol). One time Zarina called Yun-Jin Lee a "prissy, selfish bitch face" in Arabic and Haddie utterly lost it at the befuddled look on the music producers face.

Mikaela: While other survivors are granted Auric Cells on occasion by The Entity and can manipulate them into a clean shirt and a better pair of boots, this process is time consuming and takes a lot of effort and energy. Mikaela however, seems to have a sixth sense for them and can basically pull them from thin air and form a single Cell into an entire outfit with barely any effort at all. The Entity was originally very displeased with the way this girl can manipulate its realm to her whims and frequently tormented her in her sleep between trials, this however only pushed Mikaela further into her studies of the realm. Eventually, The Entity sees this opportunity for that it is and has been slowly draining her abilities (the real reason for the boon: COH nerfs lol).

David: Often fights with the killers (contrary to popular belief the physically stronger Survivors like David, Yui, Chris, Jill, Leon, Tapp, Ash, Jeff, Jake, and (surprisingly) Claudette can actually do some damage to the smaller/more human Killers). It leads to him and these Survivors being tunneled out of the trial before the first generator is even finished more often than not. But in David's case it's a little more extreme as he seems to have become the most recent obsession for The Trickster, who often leaves him knocked to the ground and records his screams after using him as a living dart board, what makes it worse is that he also seems to enjoy David's attempts to fight back. Every time someone tries to comfort him after being tortured or take the agro during trials David simply shrugs them off/tells them to stay out of the way because if it isn't him it's someone else and he can't stand to watch others get hurt for his sake. He also views every mistake during a trial as an insurmountable loss and whenever someone dies he silently vows to do better, holding himself to a degree he knows he can't achieve but stubbornly tries to anyway.

Felix and Elodie: When Elodie subjected herself to the realm in order to save her own life she never expected to find Felix. She hadn't even known he was missing and, despite their history with The Pariahs and the messy way they cut contact after their parents disappeared, the two hugged and ugly cried into each others shoulders for a good hour before she could explain anything.

Claudette: Growing up as an autistic black girl in Toronto wasn't so bad until a group of boys followed her home from school and harassed her until she closed the door in their face (her mother was the one to dry her tears and teach her to throw a punch). Calling back the way survivors actually can hurt the killers; one time Claudette punched Ghostface so hard that it knocked his mask off, making her the only person in the realm to ever see his face and he has held a grudge ever since.

Nea and Jeff: Art bros, Jeff can relate to Nea's "no fucks given on the outside, silently scared on the inside" and sees a bit of himself in her. The two can often be found drawing near the campfire, silently enjoying each other's presence.

Dwight: As more survivors have come into the realm, as in people with actual leadership experience (i.e. Ash, Elodie, Zarina, Chris, Jill, Jonah and Haddie), he's sort of taken a backseat on the whole leader thing; but the others often ask for his opinion since he's been in the fog the longest and might have some insight to their newest plan.

Steve: Since the Steve we have in DBD is the Steve from post-season one pre-season 2 of ST he's still pretty much all brovado that no one expects for him to keep up, but constantly surprises everyone by delivering. Someone gives this kid a flashlight and the killers literally just don't pick people up because they're that paranoid about him appearing out of thin air. Picking a survivor up under a pallet when Steve is in the trial? NO HOOK FOR YOU! The down side of this is that he kind of has an ego about it and when he messes up he gets real heated and it's an argument with David that starts this sort of rivals to besties arc where they get angry and wail on each other until they can't stand and then laugh about it after, Tapp (poor soul) tried to separate them one time and he got kicked in the balls for his troubles and Ash laughed so hard he choked. Steve's also been a little lonely since Nancy and Jonathan disappeared from the realm (I wasn't able to get them before the chapter was pulled so they're not in my game 😭) and he hopes they're both okay and are taking care of Dustin and the other kids for him.

#david king #mikaela reid #steve harrington #ash williams #haddie kaur #zarina kassir #dwight fairfield #claudette morel #felix richter #elodie rakoto #dbd headcanons #dbd survivor

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Not so simple (chapter 3/3)

Rather shorter than the others but this was wrapping everything up.

I’m not great at multichapters

Thank you for my friend helping me with some of information and naming the OT Uhhh spoilers and a special thanks to @blugnettabutterflies for the help :)

It’s the silence that Zoe can’t stand. You know the saying ‘silence kills’ ? Perhaps it did have something more to it than just poking and prodding people till they opened up or just attempting to help.

Zoe had quite a few thoughts about that in particular. Though, she can’t say much because she’d rather silence than loud, booming noises. But silence speaks more than words do and she’s well aware of that.

And sometimes she is scared to even open her mouth and say anything because it all spills out faster than her mind can spin and she says too much. And she can’t take things back.

But she feels like a quitter and everything she wants to say is choking her up and tightening like the pull of a vice around her neck. Zoe knew he was only trying to cheer her up but she didn’t wanna be cheered up. She just wanted to be not okay for a little bit and be okay with that.

Zoe remains silent and it’s when David clears his throat and finally goes to speak after what seemed like an eternity. “I know you’re upset, believe me I get that. And I’m not saying you can’t be upset… you have every right to be upset about this and everything and maybe even at me… but I’m not…not trying to brush it aside I just..it’s hard to see you like this and I want to see you smiling again and nothing is working.. I just don’t want you to get stuck in this rut.”

That is what this is, huh?

Zoe swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat and she carefully nodded. “I don’t mean to be so.. so.. angry…all the time.. but I’m frustrated.” She isn’t sure how much longer she can even keep crying about it until she has no tears left and that feels far worse of a fate than crying all the time. At least there’s still a reaction that clicked, that snapped.

David pushes everything onto the table beside them and he scoots towards Zoe wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close. “I just want you to try and look at things on the brighter side, okay? I don’t want you to be so sad all the time. And, hey, think about it this way…more time we get to spend together?”

He paused as he spoke, keeping his voice gentle and soft. “And if it makes you feel better, I don’t think you’re angry… a little grumpy maybe..” David gave a playful nudge to Zoe’s shoulder and her lips curled into a tiny smile.

“Grumpy?” Zoe repeats this as she leans into David, she giggles softly.

“So, how about.. the food that’s probably cold, now? I’ll heat it up.. and we’ll watch a movie?” David suggests as he rubs Zoe’s shoulder and strokes her arm.

And it still circled back to this..

David sighs, he places his hand on Zoe’s thigh giving it a soft squeeze. “Can you do that for me, please? If not for you, for me? You’ll feel a lot better, I promise, Darling.” There’s a hint of pleading in his voice and Zoe feels a pang in her chest at that.

He’s looking at her, looking in her eyes. Looking for something, anything. He doesn’t find anything.

He wonders if he squints if he’d come across something different but Zoe seems more receptive now. Much more receptive than she’s been in a while.

That’s better than nothing he’s been receiving as of lately.

Zoe nods. “Alright, that sounds nice.”

David smiles back at Zoe. “None of those depressing romance movies is the only thing.”

Zoe giggles. “Deal. None of those.”

“I don’t know, they just don’t feel any better, makes everything feel worse, you know?”

Zoe can see that.

“I missed hearing your laugh, and that smile of yours.” David comments and she sighs. “Oh, go heat up the food!”

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Zoe looks at the TV and she isn’t really paying attention. Just listening to the background noise, her head laying in David’s lap.

“Zoe?”

Zoe’s head lifts up a bit at that and she tilts it. “Hm?”

“You remember when the Doctor said there wasn’t really anything he could do about… your hands?” David paused, as he hesitates to word everything gently.

Zoe gives a weak nod in response. “Yes?”

David cleared his throat as he stroked Zoe’s hair. “I got talking with your occupational therapist before one of the sessions and all, he posed an idea that I thought is worth a shot.”

Zoe’s brows furrowed but she nodded. “What do you mean?”

“It’s called a splint.. or a splinter.. antispastic.. splinter, I believe if I remember correctly.” David continues on. “It’s supposed to stabilize and add support for your hands.. and probably your arms too. I just thought it was worth a shot if he recommended it.”

Zoe looks up at David and she goes to respond. “Like…like a cast? Or?”

David shakes his head. “It’s like….it’s like a brace type thing to just support…at the very least it should minimize the trembling.. but I’m hoping it’ll help you be able to.. hold some things again.. now, he did say there are still things you’re still going to need help with from now on.. but it’s an option so why not try it?”

Zoe falters before she asks a question. “I’d wear it then?”

“Most of them have Velcro, I think.” David states and he continues on. “You have an appointment coming up so… we can think about it and at least give it a try? We’ll learn about it and all. Will you just try for me? I wouldn’t throw away a chance.”

It… it was worth A shot and Zoe agreed.

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Finally the time to test everything comes due to Zoe’s appointment. It’s nerve wracking and if it weren’t for the fact she couldn’t raise her hands long and high enough to get her teeth anywhere near enough to bite them.

In hindsight, that was probably best. Though, it was quite frustrating she had no external outlet for her stress and with her stomach churning it was needed.

David reached over to where one of Zoe’s hands was sitting on her lap despite the constant jittery movements. He slipped his hand over top of her trembling one, entwining his fingers with his own though they had to constantly adjust it because Zoe’s fingers would slip quite easily. His thumb strokes circles in Zoe’s hands and knuckles.

“Are you worried, Darling?” David squeezed Zoe’s hand tighter and he received a weak squeeze in return.

“A little.” Zoe answered, her nails practically digging into David’s hand as she squeezed it back as a source of comfort.

“I wouldn’t worry too much, Zoe. Remember why we’re here?” David pulls Zoe’s hand up despite the inseccient trembling and her fingers curled further around his hand and his thumb runs across them. “We’re here because we have a little hope there is something we can do.” David’s smile is gentle as he leans down pressing a gentle kiss to Zoe’s hand.

And this time all her worries seem to melt away somehow. For once they seem miles away from her.

And then they go in, it’s explained the process and though hesitant Zoe agrees. First, her left hand is taken and positioned and a paper model is placed underneath her arm, that’s what it was explained to her by. With a pen the segments are traced with a pen to be a correct fit for Zoe. Next, is.. thermoplastic. Though, she is given a warning that it is warm and wet and she must stay still.

Zoe peers down at her hand as it’s placed and the sensation is warm and she can feel the dampness against her skin. The same process is repeated for the right hand and now.. to let it dry. she must stay completely still as it dries.

“It’s warm, isn’t it?” The Occupational therapist, Pia, questions “no pain or anything? It isn’t burning?”

Zoe shakes her head. “It’s warm, but not burning.”

Time ticks by and Zoe’s eyes wander around as she waits. After it has dried and was firm in place the velcro is wrapped around it.

“It can be adjusted as needed.” Is explained to Zoe.

She nods and finally with some words of encouragement and encouraging faces, Zoe raises her left hand hesitantly and to her surprise it’s… easier. Zoe attempts to bend her hand slightly and wiggles her fingers to get used to the feeling on her skin.

It fit, thankfully. And it was far easier…to make movements. “Well,” David takes a moment before speaking. “How does it feel?”

Zoe raises her other hand slightly before setting the other down.

Pia clears her throat. “As you know, the splinter is there for stability.. and to keep your hand in a resting position .. the straps are there to make sure it’s stable. once it is completely dry and you are going to need to test and get used to it.” She explains. “You’ll need to take breaks when using it too and it is washable. You can use warm and cold water but cold water is preferred to use.”

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Home at last.

“So…” David’s voice trails off. “How does it feel? Is it comfortable?” He’s questioning it a lot more than he was earlier.

Zoe shrugs. “It’s comfortable.. but we still have to see if it does anything.”

David squeezes Zoe’s shoulder and he takes one of her hands and lifts it up as if examining the splinter. “Hey, don’t talk like that, it’ll help.”

Zoe’s eyes seem to light up a bit at this. “There’s only one way to find out, right?” It probably would take some getting used to and practicing to find out if it would be the answer. Not just one of those falsely promised miracle cures.

But David seems convinced and…the occupational therapist did seem to know what she was talking about. She’d be reassured but she wasn’t entirely convinced yet. Though, Zoe did feel as if she was able to sit still again more so than before without worrying about the constant trembling and jabbing against her knees or in her lap when utterly still if she so slightly moved them.

Zoe hesitates when lifting up her pen and fidgeting with her notebook before opening it. Nothing of substance yet but she’s able to hold onto the pen without it slipping from her fingers.

That’s… that’s certainly progress..

Now came to give it a rest and take it off, basically surrendering all of her abilities once more but she shouldn’t think of it like that. David is gentle with unstrapping the velcro and letting Zoe’s hands out of the splints.

It was rather refreshing to take it off and feel cool air on her skin, definitely would take some getting used to. David sits down beside Zoe. “Do you wanna get cleaned up while you take a break or do you just wanna relax?”

Zoe takes a moment to think before she nods, agreeing to the first part. “Probably get cleaned up.” She answers

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The weeks continue on and Zoe’s beginning to get used to the splinter in aiding her in day-to-day life. She’s getting used to the process, the breaks, and she’s beginning to.. starting to do things with the help of it.

Of course, there are still limitations to what she’s able to do on her own and still needs help. There are still things she’s no longer able to do on her own but she isn’t completely immobile. And that may not seem like a lot, it sure as hell didn’t seem like a lot prior to it. But it’s a whole lot, and it’s important to her.

She’s able to do things again.

And that’s good enough for her.

#criminal case #david jeremiah jones #zoe kusama

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kanerallels · 8 months

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#33, 47, 74, and 99 for the 501st follower celebration?

I shall FINALLY answer this one, in honor of the Ahsoka show coming out in LESS THAN TWO HOURS I'M TOTALLY NORMAL AND STABLE (lie)

33: Hera & Lucy are famous singers and Tim, Jackson, and Kanan are their bodyguards Au. The title says it all. Plus also Nolan is their agent. Have a little snippet below:

“I still can’t believe Nolan got us BODYGUARDS,” Lucy complained, pacing as best she could in the enclosed space of Hera’s trailer. The other woman gave her a patiently amused look.

“In his defense, Lucy, we’ve both received plenty of death threats.”

“Yeah, well, this is invasive,” Lucy grumbled, flopping down onto the couch. “That Bradford guy is already the grumpiest drill sergeant of a guy I’ve ever met.”

“I didn’t think he was that bad.”

Scoffing, Lucy said, “How would you know? You were too busy flirting with your bodyguard with the ponytail.”

“I was not!” Shooting her an offended look, Hera said, “All I’m saying is that we should make the best of the situation.”

“You do that.” Frowning thoughtfully, Lucy said, “I, on the other hand, am going to try and get rid of them. Especially Bradford.”

“This should end well,” Hera sighed.

47: Frank gets Snapped. Also pretty self explanatory!

“So let me get this straight,” Frank said slowly, trying to wrap his mind around what he was being told. He was used to a world where things were, if not straightforward, at the very least no magic was involved. “This alien guy—”

“Thanos,” Amy provided as she poured them both a cup of coffee.

“Right, him. He snapped his fingers and erased half of humanity?”

Nodding, Amy said, “Pretty much. Well, it helped that he had these magic gems called Infinity Stones that controlled key aspects of the universe—”

Holding up a hand, Frank said, “Too much.”

“Right. Sorry.” Sliding him his coffee cup, she said, “Anyways, long story short, now you guys are back… after five years.”

Frank cursed under his breath, running a hand over his forehead. “Five years. What— who else? Besides me?”

He knew the first name that leapt to mind, but reluctantly pushed it aside to ask, “Curtis?”

“He was fine,” Amy assured him. “He was the first— well, second person I called when everything went down.” They both knew who the first person was. “He and I teamed up to look for some of the others. That’s how I met your friend David Lieberman.”

Frank’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope. He was really helpful in finding everyone. He, uh— his wife got snapped. But both of his kids were fine.”

Wincing at the memory of Sarah— the kind woman who’d offered him that fancy wine— Frank said, “Got it. What about, ah, Madani?”

“She made it,” Amy assured him. “Mahoney didn’t, though.”

Nodding slowly, Frank said, “Right. And you found some of the others?”

“Yeah, David’s hacking skills made him pretty helpful. Other people hired him for it, too.” Amy half-grinned. “We thought we found you alive, one time. This guy hunting down crime lords. But Curtis figured you weren’t the sword type, and this guy, apparently, “didn’t move like you”, whatever that means.”

“Sword, huh?” Frank took a sip of his coffee. “Seems inefficient.”

“See, you say that, but he managed to kill a whole crap ton of guys. Major assassin skills going on there.”

“Huh. Not bad.” Frank took another long sip, playing for time before he asked the question. He was already scared of the answer. “What about, uh—”

“Karen made it,” Amy told him before he could force the words out. “She didn’t think you were sword guy either– although we were all a little disappointed. Her lawyer buddies didn’t make it, though.”

Frank grimaced at the thought— Karen alone, without Red or the shorter guy who’d been scared at the sight of him, but still stubborn and smart. She’d been alone for five whole years. She hadn’t known where he was for five whole years.

Time to fix that. Downing the rest of his coffee, he rose to his feet. “I gotta go.”

Smirking, Amy said, “I figured. Let me get my stuff— New York is a long drive.”

74: The Wraiths being trained by Vostress. I've posted this one before, but I have another snippet for you, as a treat!!

99: B99 Au. Believe it or not I actually have multiple Brooklyn 99 inspired aus. This one is set in the Star Wars universe and is MUCH chaos, very fun.

“So let me get this straight,” Fox said, staring at Kanan. “Not only did you lose the criminal Dark O’Reilly again—”

“Less lose and more he slipped out of our clutches,” Kanan offered.

“—but you spent part of the time that you should have used trying to thwart him to sing karaoke with him?”

Shrugging, Kanan said, “What can I say? He does an excellent “Don’t Stop Believin’.”

Fox let out a sigh, rubbing his forehead with a grimace. “How is someone as intelligent as Syndulla in love with you?”

Grinning, Kanan said, “I ask myself that question every day, Captain. Honestly, I’m so lucky to have her. She’s incredibly beautiful and smart and—”

“Get out of this office.”

“Absolutely.”

#thanks for the ask!#i'm actually very proud of the punisher one #star wars rebels #swr #kanan jarrus #commander fox #the punisher #frank castle #amy bendix #chenford #lucy chen #kanera #hera syndulla #501st follower celebration #kastle #writing stories is a kind of magic too

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asirensrage · 2 years

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there’s a heaven above you (don’t you cry) - Part 12

Rating: M Pairing: Lost Boys/OC Fandom: The Lost Boys Warnings: violence, threats, swearing, referencing family trauma, mention of murder, death... Summary: The thing no one ever tells you about time travel is that you don’t have any control over where you end up or when you leave. It just happens. It also hurts like a bitch. Notes: This will be a poly pairing, so if you’re not into that, don’t read. previous/masterlist also on ao3 and ffn

Chapter 12: Burning Down The House

He left her alone after that. He went to take care of the body and probably find his brothers but Darcy was glad for the space to actually think. Sampson had told her to find her people. Camila would likely tell her to enjoy life while she had it, which was part of the problem in Darcy’s mind. How long would she have it? What if she pissed one of them off? Would they kill her? She was pretty capable of pushing buttons, even when she didn’t try and she liked living. She wasn’t doing much with her life right now, sure, but there were things she wanted to see, wanted to experience. She couldn’t do that if she was dead on account of her runaway mouth.

Dwayne though…made an excellent and unfortunate point, whether or not he intended to. They could have hurt her ages ago. She spends enough time fending them off but they always let her set the bar. They pushed but they backed off when she demanded. Dwayne gave her a front-row seat at just how dangerous they could be. That was only one of them. The group was likely exponentially more so and yet…before the other night, she had never really felt threatened. Yes, every instinct told her to run, that she was prey in front of a predator, but instead, they had teased and encouraged her and kissed her. Hell, if they wanted to kill her, David could have done it when she hit him across the head with a bat. Which, now knowing what he was, probably wasn’t her best idea. Whatever. She didn’t regret it. From what she’s seen, they all needed to have some sense knocked into them.

She sighed. She thought she dealt with this crisis after the pregnancy scare which, ha ha, joke’s on her. She could have been saved a lot of fucking grief if they told her from the start. Then again, the hunter did. So maybe this was on her a bit. Barely. Damn it.

It wasn’t like she was going to miss much. Darcy had decided ages ago she didn’t want children, not with the genes she carries. She wouldn’t subject any kid to her family trauma, intentional or not. So dating a vampire, or four, would effectively solve that problem.

She snorts to herself. Her mother would be scandalized. Not even about the vampire thing, but the fact that Darcy was dating four men. They’d claim she was doing it for attention. To spite them, and tarnish the family more than she already did just by existing. They wouldn’t even consider the fact that the men actually wanted Darcy, just as she is.

And that was the actual terrifying part if she’s honest. They want her. They have from the beginning and there have been no attempts to curtail her viciousness. The boys encourage it. They like seeing the damage Darcy can do and while she knows, she knows , she shouldn’t act out or want to seek retribution for stupid shit, she can’t help but feel justified at the way they offer to help. Warmth blooms in her chest at the way they grin and suggest she could do more. God, the things she could get away with if she had them on her side.

Maybe that’s enough. Maybe, if she is going to die at the hands of a vampire of all things, she’ll at least get the chance to feel wanted for once. That could be enough, right?

She was left alone for the rest of the night.

Darcy went through the motions, setting up the store in the morning. When Camila showed up, it took her about ten minutes before she asked Darcy.

“What’s wrong, mija?” Camila asked.

“I think I might be making a bad decision but I’m not sure I want to stop.”

“What kind of bad decision?”

“One with serious consequences.”

Camila looked concerned at that. “What do you mean?”

“You remember the boys you met the other night?”

“Si.”

“I’m not sure I can trust that…they have my best interests at heart.”

Camila sighed and turned towards her. She grabbed one of Darcy’s hands and held it. “Darcy, mija. Do you enjoy spending your time with them?”

“Yeah.”

“Have they given you any sign they’re gonna hurt you?”

Darcy was slow to admit it. “No.”

“Then this fear, the one you have? Is it truly from here,” she tapped Darcy’s chest. “Or here?” She tapped her forehead this time. “Whose voice is it that tells you this, hm? Does it sound like you or somebody who doesn’t want you to have nice things?”

Darcy frowned at that. That was…insightful. Darcy hasn’t considered the fact that her fear could be laced with whatever remnants of trauma her parents had subjected her to. Of course the only people who wanted her were monsters. Wasn’t she told often enough that she was one? Dwayne had been right that they could have hurt her if they wanted to but they didn’t. They just kept trying to ply her with affection. Affection that Darcy had learned from supposedly good and decent people came at a price. It always did.

The question was, what was this going to cost her?

Darcy left in the afternoon. Camila promised her that she would take care of the store and Darcy found herself a ride to the bluffs. Well, she stole a bike but she’d return it. Or not. If it was important to them they’d have locked it up.

It was easier to go down the stairs during the day when she could actually see where she was stepping and what to avoid. They creaked a little ominously but she still grit her teeth and went, carefully carting her cargo. The cave was surprisingly well lit considering it was a literal hole in the wall. It was eerily empty, or maybe that was because she knew they were hiding somewhere in here. Was it safe to wake up a sleeping vampire or was it like sleepwalkers where you just had to wait them out naturally?

Playing it safe, she made herself comfortable and waited. Well, she planned as she waited and if she doused a trail of gasoline around the cave, that was her secret. Not that it was that much of a secret and she moved the couch closer to the entrance so she could actually breathe.

David is the first one out. He pauses as he sees her, lounging back and smoking. She knows she looks like she doesn’t have a care in the world, even if her heart is beating overtime. She’s careful where she flicks the ashes though. No use starting something if she doesn’t need to.

“Darcy.”

“David.”

“How long you been here?”

“Long enough.”

He glanced around the place but only smirked in response. “I can see that.” He moved closer, slowly, considering what she knew they were capable of. “You came back.”

“I came to talk.”

“So talk.”

Darcy narrowed her eyes, already irritated. She was beginning to regret this already. “Don’t fucking rush me,” she said, pointing her fingers holding the cigarette at him.

He grinned in response. “Missed that.”

“You’ll miss more than that if you keep pissing me off,” she took another drag of her cigarette. “How does this work?”

“What work?”

“This…club you have. There a leader or it’s an ‘all for one, one for all’ mess?”

He looked at her carefully before he pulled out a pack of smokes of his own. She watched as he pulled one out and lit it. Man liked to live dangerously, she guessed. Or he was overconfident. She wished she didn’t find it stupidly attractive but nobody ever accused her of being particularly stable and healthy.

He was still wearing the same outfit she had seen him in days ago. Her nose scrunched up. How often did they wash? Oh god. She slept with him. She’d be lucky if she made it out of this without a UTI at this rate. If she survived at all. She didn’t remember him smelling bad though.

“Remember my father?”

Darcy scowled in response. “The asshole who burnt your hands.”

“Not a father in the traditional sense,” he said after taking a drag. “He’s the leader. Just likes to hide and play human, pulling strings from the shadows.” He looked at her carefully, suddenly far more serious than she ever remembers seeing him. “Don’t fuck with him, Darcy. He will kill you.”

“Okay,” she said. The warning does more to reassure her of their intentions than the continuous promises that she was safe with them.

There was laughter echoing from where David had appeared from. It was only seconds before the other three came crashing into the main foyer where Darcy and David were.

“Darcy!”

“Babe!”

They come racing forward. Paul plopped down on the couch next to her while Marko and Dwayne moved to stand next to David.

“You feel better?” Paul asked.

“Not entirely,” she said. “I came to talk.”

“You planning another murder, sweet thing?” Paul threw his arm over the back of the couch. “Can I come this time?”

She could hear the others sigh.

“Not the time,” Dwayne said.

“Read the room,” Marko added. “Her next murder might have been us. But hey, good news is you definitely would have been there for that one.” He sounds highly amused and she barely realizes Paul moved before she sees them play fighting around the cave.

“Boys.” They’re instantly standing next to David as soon as he says that. Interesting. That answered her question about the hierarchy in the cave. Or part of it, at least. “What do you want to talk about, Darcy?” She watched as he ground out the butt of his cigarette on his thigh. Not really an ideal place, in her opinion, but it made sense. They knew she laced the space with gasoline but the smell might have been too strong for them to guess where exactly it was. Not like the cave was completely dry in the first place. It was a fire hazard all on its own. Still, good to know.

“How do I know you won’t kill me?” Her cigarette should be put out, but right now it’s the perfect size to flick in their direction if she wanted to.

“We won’t,” she heard from them. It echoed around her, like multiple promises she can’t be assured they’ll keep.

“‘Sides,” Paul grinned at her. “You’re the one who’s been violent with us, babe. You’ve had just as many chances to murder one of us.”

She blinked before slowly smiling. He was right. She wasn’t some helpless victim. Darcy wouldn’t hesitate to stab someone if she had to. Or set them on fire. Proven by her setup this evening. She glanced at the butt of her cigarette before flicking it toward them. Darcy grinned widely as they scrambled away from it. The remains of the cigarette had burnt out though and it was an empty threat. “I guess I can work with that.”

The men seemed to perk up with those words.

“On my terms,” she stated.

“Of course,” David said with a smirk. They looked as if they’d gotten exactly what they wanted and maybe they did. That doesn’t mean that Darcy hasn’t either. Everyone can be a winner as long as she’s running the show.

“Can we…” Marko spoke up. “Take this elsewhere? Clean out the gasoline so that we don’t end up on fire next time Paul knocks over one of the barrels?”

“Hey!”

“I could eat,” Darcy added. She hadn’t eaten for most of the day. The weight of the decision to actually let them in ate at her instead.

“Paul,” David calls out. “Take Darcy to eat.”

He laughed as he got up. “Come on, sweetness. I get you all to myself.”

“And what will the rest of you do?” she asked, looking them over.

“Clean,” Marko admits. “You keep him out and we might actually get the gasoline out without the whole place going up.”

She grinned at them. “Good luck.”

Paul doesn’t lead her toward the boardwalk. Instead, he drives them to the same taco truck she had walked to with David. It wasn’t far from her motel.

“Here babe,” he handed her money. “Order what you want. I’ll hang back. I think I still smell like gas.”

“Impressive considering I didn’t pour any into your sleeping area.”

He grinned at her. “You couldn’t find it, could you?”

“Didn’t look.” She walked away and went to order. At least she didn’t have to worry about what he wanted.

Darcy looked back as she waited for her order. Paul was sitting on his bike, tapping out a beat that only he seemed to hear. He likely wasn’t lighting up because he thought he was covered in gasoline. Maybe she should have looked. It could have been hilarious. But then with the amount they smoke, she could have killed them…and she wasn’t ashamed to admit that she didn’t actually want them dead. She just wanted to stay alive herself.

When she walked back over to him, box of tacos in her hand, he leaned forward and kissed her. She closed her eyes, leaning into it slightly.

“Well?” Paul asked once they broke apart. “Do I smell?”

“Like death.”

“Come on, Darce…let me shower at your place.”

She stared at him, unimpressed. “Are you just trying to get into my pants?”

“Always. You think they’ll fit?”

She laughed, not expecting that answer. “We’ll have to see. Come on. You can shower while I eat.” She climbed on the back. “Don’t make me drop my food.

He winked. “I’ll go slow.”

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Jessica

About her

She is a part time singer at her brothers’ bar. while she is not singing at the bar, she works at a small jewelry store.

She has two twin older brothers named Rick and Randy.

Jessica have a pet lyoki aka werewolf cat named Smoke

She loves to sing and wants to become a famous singer but she wants to keep her dad’s promise of singing at their family bar.

Jessica is a bookworm like me. Her type of books are gothic literature, monster horror, and romance.

Her mother’s name is Melody and she is a retired bar singer. She is a sweet, loving woman and mother to Jessica and her brothers. Melody only wants the best for her kids.

Her father’s name is Matias, he owns a bar that has been in his family for years. The bar is called “Tunes of Drinks” . Matias wants Jessica to keep singing at the family bar to keep the line of women in the family singing in their bar alive. He is pushy and uses guilt to make Jessica keep singing at their bar. Her father is scared to let his little bird go and enjoy the world, he just wants her to be safe and happy.

Rick is cocky and a smartass but he is nice. He wants Jessica to go out and do her dreams, forgetting about the bar. He has a boyfriend named David who is a muppet monster.

Randy is harsh and keeps a tight line on his sister and brother. He wants Jessica to keep the family line running and not follow her dreams. He has a wife named Angel who is sweet as a cake and tries to get her husband to understand his little sister’s dream.

Jessica wants to go out to the world and become her dream but can’t due to Randy and Matias’ pushing her to be what they want for her. She becomes self confident when singing because if she messes up one note, Randy would snap at her.

She is sweet and kind hearted. She wants the best for everyone but never wishes herself the best. She doesn't believe in herself to become a famous singer anymore due to her family’s pushing her.

Meeting Dr Teeth

Jessica met Teeth when the band stopped by in her town to play some songs and to rest from their tour.

Teeth had come to the family bar with the band to party after the concert, they luckily came in before Jessica started to sing a song.

After she got off stage, she decided to welcome the new visitors in their small town. Jessica walks up to Teeth and starts to talk with the doc. They talk about music which Teeth was surprised by how many songs she knew from working at the family bar.

When Teeth asked her why don’t she become a singer outside the small town and bar. Jessica went quiet before telling Teeth that she can’t break her dad’s heart by singing at their bar. The good doctor then asks her if this is what she wants, to which Jessica said no.

Jessica and Teeth would spend the next few days hanging out and getting to know each other. Teeth would play his keyboard for Jessica as she sings. He would say how good she was which makes Jessica feel good about herself.

Jessica would catch feelings for the man but worried about her family finding out.

When the last day came for the band to leave the small town to continue their tour, Dr Teeth asked Jessica if would like to come with them. She was quiet for a bit before she answered with a yes. She wants to make her dreams come true and prove to her family that she doesn't need to sing at a bar to be a singer.

Jessica comes in their van and joins them on their tour. She would watch from backstage, cheering them on. She didn’t want to sing on stage yet since the number of people is more than the number in her family bar.

Months later, she would tell Teeth she had fallen head over heels for him and ask if they could date which Teeth said why not. Her and Teeth’s relationship is healthy and happy, a lot better than Jessica’s past relationships with guys her dad forced her to date.

She would find out about Teeth being a dentist in the past and how his parents wanted him to be a dentist. Jessica would find how similar her parents and Teeth’s parents are.

Jessica would comfort Teeth during his phases and just be there for her lover.

Jessica is good friends with Penny, Teeth’s ex lover because she finds random things about Teeth and her past relationship with him. They both like spicy food but Jessica likes her to be in the middle of the spice range or lower.

I’m working on their story of how they got together.

Her design:

#the muppets #muppet ocs #muppet oc #Jessica muppet oc #dr teeth #dr teeth and the electric mayhem

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Wokeness, Responsibility and if RTD is problematic - The Regeneration Question and Davros with Legs

Is Russell T. Davies a problematic figure? Is he too woke or not aware enough? Is he doing something wrong to illicit negative responses from the progressives as well as the conservatives? Is it something in the programme, something in the marketing or is he doing nothing particularly bad at all? Well, perhaps you and I, faithful reader, can come to some sort of conclusion. Let's find out together as we take a dive into the controversial choices behind RTD2 and the mind of the man behind them.

At the end of 2022's The Power of the Doctor, Jodie Whittaker's Thirteenth Doctor regenerates into her fourteenth body, the same as her tenth incarnation as played by David Tennant. Taken on face value, the scene is innocuous enough. Just a standard regeneration with the surprise appearance of the most popular (sorry Tom) Doctor Who ever for our next story instead of the expected Ncuti Gatwa.

Except, there was something else unusual - the Doctor's clothes regenerated with her. With the sole exception of the very first regeneration (which can be excused as a relic from before the 'rules' were decided upon), this is without precedent* and was clearly supposed to mean something. After all, Russell thinks. He is a clever man and he would never do something as bold as this without there being a reason.

Well, yes. There was a reason but a lot of fans were dismayed to learn that the reason was not built into the narrative but a consequence of real life. In DWM 584, these comments from Davies were published;

“I was certain that I didn’t want David to appear in Jodie’s costume. I think the notion of men dressing in ‘women’s clothes’, the notion of drag, is very delicate. I’m a huge fan of that culture and the dignity of that, it’s truly a valuable thing. But it has to be done with immense thought and respect. With respect to Jodie and her Doctor, I think it can look like mockery when a straight man wears her clothes. To put a great big six-foot Scotsman into them looks like we’re taking the mickey. Also, I guarantee you it’s the only photograph some of the papers would print for the rest of time. If they can play with gender in a sarcastic or critical way, they will.”

Unsurprisingly, this choice became a not insignificant talking point in the fandom in the weeks following. A particularly articulate thread was posted by tess owen’s #1 fan || (i still love you yaz dw), @_mag_lex, on November 10, 2022 summarised the discussion well when she said;

"I don’t understand how DT wearing 13’s outfit is a mockery of drag, given that it’s deliberately and definitively gender-neutral. Anyone who watches and cares about the show understands that. I also don’t understand the logic of pandering to bigots rather than catering to fans [....] You’re telling me that Doctor Who is now scared to push boundaries. That’s what this says to me. But sci fi is all about pushing boundaries. Opening minds. Why are we limited by things like this? I’m so sad."

The stance from RTD does not seem in and of itself confused. He made the decision to avoid showing a man in clothes designed for a woman based on a potential, and what he saw as a likely, media reaction. The mention of tabloids and newspapers is revealing, of course. He is a boomer. Terminology aside, though, I would agree that depicting a man in women's clothes opens the door to ridicule from the anti-woke crowd in a way that not showing it wouldn't. And, yes, they are women's clothes. With all due respect to everybody who claims otherwise, I don't think the refute that Jodie's costume is designed to be genderless really holds any water. The costume designed by Ray Holman and inspired by Jodie Whittaker's suggestion is not inherently feminine but the shape and cut and final choices were made with her, a cis woman, in mind as the wearer.

Now, what does hold some amount of water is the context of the rest of the episode. Approximately 44 minutes before David Tennant appears in his all new costume, Sacha Dhawan's Master can be seen wearing Whittaker's complete costume and he continues to for several minutes following. It is at this juncture where our second comment from Hagan feels appropriate;

"[In reference to David Tennant wearing Jodie Whittaker's costume] Dude's heart's in the right place but his head's in the fucking clouds half the time." - November 10, 2022

What many have noted, Hagan included, is that RTD inadvertently suggests here that the Master, the villain, being seen in clothes intended for someone other than of his assigned gender is perfectly acceptable but to see our leading hero in this way is something to avoid. Without the full context of the quote, we appear to have RTD shying away from doing something opposed to UK's cultural and societal norms regarding gender rather than being openly proud of the juxtaposition; we have just witnessed a gender transition which is another day in the office for our hero.

Then again, if one never came across RTD's comments in the first place, would there be as much reason to be bothered by the decision at all? Certainly, there is the valid feeling of disappointment that would have come from many fans about never seeing Whittaker's male successor in her clothes but, prior to the statement, I saw less of that online than I did excitement. Most viewers seemed to reasonably assume from the way the scene plays out that the choice to regenerate the clothes would have some bearing on the plot in future events. It stands to reason that the Doctor regenerating their clothes and regaining an old face are related. Well, we know now that they were not, at least not on-screen.

They are related in the real world but, alas, in a very perfunctory way. As I am sure RTD was well aware, the clip of Jodie turning back into David was a very popular moment and even named TV Moment of the Year at the Edinburgh TV Awards. Most significantly, the costume from the previous era was not the one seen all over the media.

So, knowing that the costume change would not be addressed in his scripts, RTD addressed it himself in what some might call a flagrant display of moral hubris. Again, the sentiment of 'let's not give queerphobes ammunition' is in no way a problematic one but the optics of forever binding that decision to an episode that makes no display at all of the villain dressed in women's clothes are not so great and a little baffling. It is almost as if RTD had no idea what even went on in the story he was picking up from. As others such as Hagan have pointed out, there is also the notable matter of the Master as written by RTD who was last seen wearing women's clothes in multiple instances during The End of Time. While it his unfair to say his choices in 2009 and choices in 2022 directly reflect each other, it still contributes to an awkward feeling and some bad optics.

RTD refused to give ammunition to queerphobes so he handed the fans a loaded gun and asked them to point it at him. It sounds almost noble but was it truly necessary? He could have said nothing for a much lesser reaction. In that case, nobody would have questioned his equating the art of drag performance with just men in women's clothes. This is the first of several examples in what I am attesting to be 'pre-emptive damage control'; cases of RTD identifying where audiences might have a problem and then going well out of his way to ensure that they don't at the very real risk of drawing attention to problems that may not have even been there in the first place. Or, at least, not in the way that he is envisioning. I am not refuting the suggestion that media outlets would have made jokes out of Tennant in a woman's clothes. That seems like a very real possibility. For RTD, it seems that the potential harm from that outweighed any potential strength that could be gained from depicting it in the first place. Is the best outcome for queer Doctor Who fans the one where the show seems to take no pride in depicting aspects of queer culture or make any attempt to own that choice at all?

A similar situation occurred a little over twelve months later with the premiere of, of all things, a Children in Need sketch. On November 17 2024, Destination: Skaro was broadcast in the UK and, eight days out from RTD2 kicking off proper, it was audience's first glimpse into what might be in store with David Tennant's Fourteenth Doctor and perhaps the general flavour of the era. At time of writing, the latter seems a little too soon to say though the nature of the short obviously lends it to being more comedic than a typic Who episode. Something that did become clear though was that the outspoken, socially-conscious thinking that informed the previous year's regeneration scene showed no signs of disappearing.

Destination: Skaro surprised fans with the unexpected return of Julian Bleach in the role of Davros. The scene took place on the titular planet during the early stages of Dalek development and saw the Doctor accidentally influence the Daleks' design. The short was immediately notable for depicting Davros as fully-abled, not wheelchair bound or in any way disfigured. Prior to any statement from RTD regarding the choice, fans like myself appeared to conclude that this scene must be intended to take place prior to all of Davros' other appearances. Hs debut, Genesis of the Daleks, makes it clear that his chair is a life-support system and the Daleks seen there are all fully designed. So this is a prequel to the 1975 story. Easy enough to accept. But, then, RTD said this in an episode of Doctor Who Unleashed:

"We had long conversations about bringing Davros back, because he's a fantastic character, [but] time and society and culture and taste has moved on. And there's a problem with the Davros of old in that he's a wheelchair user, who is evil. And I had problems with that. And a lot of us on the production team had problems with that, of associating disability with evil. And trust me, there's a very long tradition of this... I say, this is how we see Davros now, this is what he looks like. This is 2023. This is our lens. This is our eye. Things used to be black and white, they're not in black and white anymore, and Davros used to look like that and he looks like this now, and that we are absolutely standing by."

In my opinion, there is little to object to here. Associating disability with villainy is a longstanding, harmful trope of genre fiction and something that Doctor Who has indulged in innumerable times throughout its history. Given that this short was airing within a charity event for disadvantaged youth, the optics of the decision make a lot of sense. It was a good call for RTD to contribute to the conversation about disability in a positive way. For the most part, this alls seemed to go down quite well. What some fans objected to was what was said toward the end of his comments, specifically the suggestion that this is how Davros will be portrayed moving forward.

This was met with a polarised reaction in fans, including those who are wheelchair users. YouTuber Tharries, notable among many things for being one of RTD's inspirations to depict the TARDIS as having a ramp in The Giggle, posted his reaction on November 18, 2023;

"As a disabled Doctor who fan I've always felt somewhat conflicted on Davros as a character, much as I love him he does contribute to the longstanding disabled evil man trope so to see @russelldavies63 address that meant a lot."

Tharries remains an outspoken fan of RTD and strong advocate for disability representation in the show. On the other side, were fans such as Rob Keeley who remarked on November 19, 2023;

"I've been a wheelchair user all my life and a #DoctorWho fan since the 1993 Genesis of the Daleks repeat. I don't find #Davros offensive - he's a great character. What's offensive is treating all disabled people as the same, assuming we all automatically identify with one another."

Mind you, it is probably also worth repeating Keely's review of The Star Beast from November 26 that same year for a more complete context of the man's views;

"True there was nothing very new, I still hate casual bad language in Who and the woke resolution was rubbish, but it still felt like Doctor Who more than anything in a long time."

A common outcry of detractors was that a link was never made between Davros' evil qualities and his being disabled. Dav McKenzie writing for The Spoilist on November 2023 provides an articulate quote mounting this defence but, amusingly, fails to attribute it to anybody;

"Say goodbye to Davros, one of Doctor Who’s most enduring foes. RTD has decided Davros boils down to discrimination against the disabled. He is a war-scarred cripple who is a megalomaniacal genius. His disability does not define or even restrict him as he is one of the most dangerous Doctor Who villains ever. Thanks to RTD though Davros has no injuries and is not in a wheelchair any longer. Goodbye, Davros. We had a good 40 years."

This particular line of defence never sat well with me. It was only in 2015, after all, that we saw Davros as a fully-abled child with no signs of fascist or psychotic tendencies. That depiction leaves one with little room to refute that his path to evil is in entirely unrelated to his disability.

It remains difficult to find a consensus on fan opinion at the best of times but this particular situation seems to remain a huge unknown quantity. Perhaps it will become clearer when Davros next returns to the show, if RTD even intends to do that. What was clear was that Davies wanted to make a statement about disability representation in his Doctor Who, spearhead these values with a new take on Davros right before then debut of new supporting character, Shirley.

And, again, I feel that the same question needs to be asked; would this have been a lot better received if RTD let the work speak for itself? Did he have to make such a definitive statement in Unleashed when we could see in the work that he was making that he had a strong, intelligent disabled character and no longer leaned on disability for villainy? Yes, the statements are inviting conversation and critical thinking which is always good but is RTD just virtue signalling or actually inciting change? Or is he doing both?

To be continued in part two; Rose Noble and Trans Identities in RTD2

*Tom's boots not withstanding

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“oh baby girl”

this scene is so… I cannot watch it, any part of it, without getting choked up. Their story never fails to get me. Baby girl was a coined term. Sarah’s coined term. By him. His daughter. The most important person in his life. It was her nickname. And we only hear him say it once, but we know how special it is to the both of them. Probably called her it the second he held her for the first time. It holds weight and emotion and depth. That word is one of the last things he has as a connection to Sarah. Besides his watch or the cut on his nose.

And so here comes winter. He and Ellie are stuck with each other. I believe Fall and Joel taking Ellie back from Tommy above Jackson is *their* point. The point of Joel saying he’s going through with this completely and that, once they reach the fireflies, they aren’t going their separate ways. He’s going all in. He’s risking getting attached. He’s letting himself have this second chance at fatherhood.

And so they go through fall for and winter and Joel gets injured and Ellie meets David and Joel wakes up and…Ellie’s gone. Who even knows what he remembers. If the last thing was him getting stabbed through the abdomen with rebar, or if he had a moment in this old, cold house basement where he was aware. Either way, Ellie is gone. Maybe she’s out getting food or scrounging for supplies. Maybe she’s tending to Callus. Maybe she’s just sitting upstairs on a couch to be a little comfier. But, obviously, those are all shut down when Joel starts taking fire. And so he runs through this town, roughly stitched up, probably starving, thirsty, and hasn’t properly moved or stretched in who knows how long, trying to find Ellie. Because now, something’s happened to her.

And so he runs through this town and tortures and brutally kills men to find her. And eventually he finds her in a burning restaurant, kneeling over a man and hacking his face off with a machete. He runs over and pulls her off the man and tries to comfort her and Ellie immediately starts pushing him away (mini headcanon plug. Definitely believe prior to this, he’s comforted her with a hug. It just…I don’t know. Him repeating “it’s me” just gives me that feeling. Also the fact that my love language is physical touch and will find a way to say they hugged at x point in the game whenever I can bc I love hugs ☹️ also the fact that he just hugs her so easily and has his head against her head and how she just falls in to his shoulder and-). He desperately tries to get to get her to look at him and she’s using as much strength as she has left to push him away because she thinks he’s one of them. And so eventually he grabs her face and makes sure that she sees him. She sees who it is and knows that she’s safe. And immediately she collapses in to him and he brings her as close as he can.

He doesn’t know what happened. He doesn’t know why she was slicing this guy up with a machete, why she’s sobbing, why she’s fighting against him so hard, why there were so many men outside trying to keep Joel away. But he can guess. He did find meat ledgers and people (it was people right???) hanging upside down. He at least knew a little of what they were all about.

And so he calls her babygirl. That term that was Sarah exclusive? Ellie has become that now. That new daughter. That thing that kept him fighting. Is keeping him fighting. The person who gave him a second chance at fatherhood after it got cut so short. The most important person in his life now. All he knows right now is she’s hurting and scared. Something happened here. And while Joel would probably love to continue to beat this already very dead man to a place even further than death, she matters first. Their safety, her safety, matter more.

And when they get out, he’s gentler. More soft spoken. After closing herself off more due to trauma, he opens up more. Maybe to try and get her to open a bit and get her back to the spunky Ellie she used to be. Which is a bit of helpless hoping (get it) on his part, but he has to try. He tells her he’ll teach her guitar because it’s something he thinks she’ll like. A piece of dialogue I always found interesting is when she tells him about her dream about the plane crash. He says “why don’t you tell me about it?”(I think, could have that a bit wrong). Way earlier on in their trip, guarantee he would not have cared about this or what she had to say. But her talking about this dream could’ve been the most she talked in a week. Or more.

I totally forgot where I was going with this at ALL. It’s 2am when I’m writing this which means it’s joelellie depression hours which means USELESS rambling and overthinking their scenes and their relationship and everything about them because my hyperfixation over them won’t leave me alone and I’m nearly incapable of not thinking or talking or associating anything and everything with them. Props if anyone got through, this has been sitting in my drafts for 3 months and I didn’t check it at all so if it’s terrible grammatically, I apologize 😭

#i am sick in the head #what is it about fathers and daughters #WHY ARE THEY A DRUG #the last of us part 1 #the last of us #joel miller #ellie williams

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All right! Here’s the first part of my Sam/Darlin/Quinn fic!

@dollscircus here you gooo ✨

If it’s confusing I’m sorry I tryed my best to put stuffs in the beginning I’m also working on a fic for when Darlin and Quinn where teens and it will provide more in depth context :3

Cw: talk of minor obsession, panic attack

With Quinn being invoked after he was turned, he never really learned how to be a vamp. Sure he knew how to use his powers and feed and all of that but he didn’t really learn himself. He learned through muscle memory really and his maker invoking him

So when he was finally freed years after his turning and made to forget all of it beside his turning, he thought he was freshly turned. So he just figured every vamp knew how to function directly after they turned.

One thing that he never learned how to do is how to heal his bites. He was never taught how to, even when invoked. His maker didn’t care about the scars so she didn’t teach him how to fix or prevent them. It just wasn’t worth her time.

When he was first turned she had invoked him for years she made him forget everything, this time she didn’t.

More like she didn’t get the chance, seeing how Tank ripped her head off her shoulders once they found out what was going on and they got their hands on her.

Tank and Sam had been very kind to him after everything. Quinn knew what he did to Sam's progeny well invoked, and was shocked when Sam offered him to stay at his house until everything was sorted out and he was able to get his own place. He was nervous about taking him up on the offer but eventually did when Tank also pushed for it.

Staying with Sam and Tank was really nice, both were kind to him and seemed not to hold a grudge. Staying with Tank again was extremely nice for Quinn as well, even if they now had a mate.

One other thing about Quinn that no one knew except for Tank and Sam was his obsessiveness. When Quinn loved he loved hard, and he loved Darlin. He had loved darlin for years before he was invoked the second time, and they loved him too.

Thats why their being mated to Sam upset him, he was happy that they were happy and he knew that Sam treated them well…. but that was supposed to be him.

He was supposed to be their mate, their forever, the person they slept next to at night. The person they turned to when they were upset or had a nightmare, but that was Sam's job now. He could live with that though, because he did an amazing job. He held them close and was never harsh with them, he was kind and supportive.

Well he was jealous he wouldn’t try and take that away from them, he would never try and take away or fracture something that made them happy. He was just grateful that he still got to be around them, he got to sit with them on the couch, cuddling while watching a movie, he got to cook with them again, he was content.

But of course just because they weren't his anymore doesn't mean his obsession wasn't there, he needed constant touch from them, he needed to know where they were and if they were safe. They happily provided that. He never encroached on their privacy of course, he just had a lot of worry.

Tank had explained Quinn’s feelings to Sam and he tried his best to understand. Well he never judged Quinn for it, it was obvious that he was a bit confused. Tank also warned him that Quinn gets scared fast, if they aren’t there when he wakes up and they are supposed to be he panics…..

There was a lot more worry when one day (night) he woke up and couldn't find Sam anywhere in the house even though he knew he was supposed to be the one with him today because Tank had gone over to Davids to help move things.

“Sam?” Quinn called out as he walked out of the guest room Sam had been letting him sleep in.

No response.

Complete silence.

“Sam?” He called out, louder, worrying lacing his voice.

Where was he?

Why couldn't Quinn hear him?

Why couldn't Sam hear him?

Was he ok?

Was he hurt?

Did someone hurt him?

“Sam?!” Quinn yelled as he dashed down the house, looking for Sam, for any signs that he was hurt or anything.

He doesn't see anything, nothing is out of place.

He wanted to go outside to look but he froze.

He wasn't supposed to leave the house with someone.

Tank and Sam said he wasn't supposed to.

He couldn't.

He couldn't go to against what they said.

Quinn felt his heart clench, did Sam leave him..

Did Sam get fed up with him and just leave..

He hated him

He hated quinn now

Quinn felt his throat close and his lungs tighten

He couldn't breath

He ran his hands through his hair desperately trying to calm down and rationalize but he couldn't.

He felt himself sink to the floor, his vision blurring

Sam walked back up to the house, he had gone out to grab a few more blood bags as Quinn slept. It wouldn't take him long so he figured it would be fine. As he heard the hyperventilating and crying coming from the house he knew he was wrong. He opened the door and saw Quinn curled on the ground.

He put the bags on the table and went over to him, “Quinn?”

No response

Tank had talked to Sam about Quinns panic attacks before so he had some idea what to do, that did not mean he was prepared.

“Hey,” he said, voice quiet and soft, “Quinn, I'm here it's alright,” He placed a hand on Quinns shoulder, causing Quinn's head to snap up, looking at Sam.

His eyes were red and tears streaming down his face, “Sam..?” he asked softly

“Hey there, it's all right, what's wro-” His question was cut off by Quinn slamming into him, pushing him to the floor as he wrapped his arms around him and bearing his face in his neck.

“You're ok,” he heard Quinn mumble as his tears soaked into Sam's shirt, “Thank god, I thought you were hurt or left me…”

Sam realized that his absence from the house is what triggered this and felt a twinge of guilt as he rubbed Quinns back, soothing him softly.

After a few minutes Quinn stopped crying and pulled back a bit, letting Sam sit up with him in his lap. He was still sniffling but no longer crying and his breathing was more even.

“What happened?” Sam asked bringing his hand up to cup Quinns face and thumbing away the last of the tears.

“Please don't hate me…” He said quietly, his eyes on the floor.

“Why would I hate you? You didn't do anythin’,” he said, pulling Quinns face up to look at him.

“I…I don't know..”

“Allrigh’ then, why don't you tell me what happened doll,” the nickname catching both of them off guard but before sam apologized for it Quinn smiled and nodded a bit.

Before he started to talk he rested his head on Sam's shoulder, “When I woke up I called for you, when you didn't respond I got scared that you were hurt or something so I came out here but didn't see anything out of place so I thought you just left me..” Quinn's voice was soft and sad as he talked.

“Oh I'm so sorry, I just went out to pick up some extra blood. I promise i didn't leave, and i won't i'm sorry for scarin’ you,” Sam said as quinn lifted his head again to look at him in the eye.

“It's ok, I don't know why I reacted like that…normally I only react like that with Tank and that cuz of my obses-...” Quinn's eyes widen as his voice trails off.

“Quinn? You allrigh’?”

“….umm ya I mean I am now but uh…”

Quinn looked at the floor again, he could feel his face heating, despite knowing that he really couldn’t blush it still felt like it.

“We’re gonna have to talk to Tank when they get home…”

#redacted asmr #redacted sam #redacted darlin #redacted au #redacted audio #redacted quinn

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Fic I'm interested in continuing/Working on

COD: Simon/Ghost X OFC It willl be a series of drabbles, starting with Simon on his apartment balcony smoking on xmas eve. He's obviously spending it alone (his team is with their families, Price probably working) and OC goes to her balcony for fresh air, she had cooked and invited friends and fam over but no one showed so she ahs entirely too much food and is a bit lonely. Seeing Ghost she impulsively invites him over to eat with her and he says yes simply becuase she looks miserable. This is what starts an awkward friendship.

BG3: Option 1 my OC's Tav and Drae and their romance story. Drae's an orphaned Drow living in Baldurs Gate and a sorcerers apprentance. But the discrimiation due to her race makes her chose to leave the city and adventure/go in search for something. She doesn't know what but she canta stand the city any longer. Tav is a barbarian in line to become the next leader of his community and a larger than usual Teiflling, many think his bloodline is closer to demonic than other tieflings due to his size. The two end up meeting when Drae is ambushed by goblins and is seriously hurt. Tav is near by and ends up saving her.

Option 2 is Halsin X Drow OC. Sabrae is a drow who came to topside to escape something *spoilers so not gonna list it here*. In being topside she is met with bigotry and racism. To the point she is seriously injured. She decides from then on to never reveal her race to anyone. 2 possible options from here for the fic

She is captured by goblins and looses her disguise. Being seena s a drow she is released but can't just leave so she pretends to be part of the camp. When she ahs an opportunity to escape she learns of the drow that's held captive in the camp so she convinces Minthara to let her 'interrigate' him and uses magic to look like an elf again and goes to see Halsin. He refuses to leave without kiling the camp and she can not help him. But that's when Tav and gang show up and then it follows loosely the game.

She was on the nautaloid when it crashed. She disguises herself as an elf to make sure none of her companions know what she is, though they ahve suspiscions about her hiding something few know what it is. SHe helps to save Halsin and as such they become friends. It's not long before she has feelings for him but she choses instead to attack him with her words to try and push him away. She knows he dislikes Drow and is scared to be hurt by being turned down when he elarns the truth.

Zelda: SidonxOC There's already an insanely long fic for this. To help his people, Sidon begrudgingly agrees to a marriage with a Hylian. All he wants is a woman who can rule at his side, someone that he may one day grow fond of like his sister Mipha had with Champion L-something-or-other. What he does not expect is Kino. A girl who seems almost clueless to the difficulties of the Zoran domain but whose heart will not let her stand by and just watch them struggle. As he learns more about her he finds himself growing fonder and he finds himself wondering, 'just who is this woman that wormed her nervous little way past his tightly guarded walls?'

TMNT: RaphXOC Raphael met a woman by coincidence, if you could call a hydroplaning car coincidence that it. But all the meeting for the next month and a half after that? Coincidence. Mostly. Raph would see this walking talking beacon of bad luck, and help her from the shadows. Until he didn’t. Until he stepped into the light and she was relieved he was a mutant turtle and not a mugger of New York City. Plus he was offering the poor half drowned woman an umbrella to help her starve off the rain. Now though? Now it’s just a clusterfuck of trying to figure out how her apartment ended up burning down. Raph/OC oneshots.

Lost Boys: David X OC She was just another Plain Jane among a sea of them. In Santa Carla where everyone tried to stand out, those with the barest of differences are the most memorable. So a girl that's working behind a counter in yet another convenience store that looks like just another 'normie' was no one memorable. Dead end job for what seems like forever, no family so to speak of, and an ex who just can't fully let go; that was all just another boring day in a sea of eternal days to her. The most abnormal she'd ever seen up until a single fateful day was the cat that would somehow sneak into the store and just sit on the counter with her some nights. Until those boys came in like ghosts. She never knew how that triggered the events and she didn't care, all she cared about was the guy trying to rob her.

Little Vampire: Gregory X OC Rory Murry is a normal teenage. Unfortunately her divorced parents have decided to change their custody agreement and she is forced to move away from the 'big city' to the rural town she had first grown up in. Her memories of back then are blurry due to the young age she left and the few traumatizing events that happened directly prior to leaving. Such as said parental divorce. A teenager that she meets in a graveyard does tug at a few strings of memory though and she is left curious as to just who he is and why he's always hanging out in a graveyard late at night. Her own reasoning for being there? She's not the brightest there is and a tiny bit lonely in this 'new' town. Also- why is there a creepy old guy in a wanna-be ice cream truck haunting this place?

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