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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 3 years

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Book II, Part 2: Prodigal Man

"Jae.."

Shit. You didn't think you'd ever see him again. Standing there like a ghost is the man so terribly pretty it's made him ugly. So smooth and nasty, women have ruined themselves emotionally because of him. It makes you ill to think of all that wasted face, body, and good dick being carted about by an adult fuckboi with the emotional range of a plastic duck. It nearly makes you want to scream, you can't catch a break with a normal guy.

A white gold chain peaks through his half-open black button down that's tucked into cuffed black pants over black velvet St. Laurent loafers. You could tell designers on sight and he wore his mostly on his feet.. like you. A red bag hides behind his legs.

"What's that?"

"Jae.. We gotta talk."

"No we don't.."

He blocks your door and you meet his eye.

"I personally have nothing to say to you."

"Right," he nods not taking a word seriously. "I got money to spend and word on the street, you still searching for someone to scratch that itch."

"Move from my door."

He does step aside and you struggle with your key as you feel his eyes on you.

"You look nice," he says as you let yourself in. "Keep trying, Jae. You won't find a replacement, I'll tell you that," he says as you shut the door. He might be right for now but you can continue to try. "You can't stay mad when you knew what it was.

Watch me.

"You ain't gotta like me, but you gotta standing appointment whenever you ready. Jae," he repeats through the door. "Them other women ain't got nothing to do with us."

"Bye Erik." He's acting like the true issue doesn't exist.

You walk away from the door to use the restroom taking your sweet time and when you return to check the peephole he's gone. The nigga really left, bag and all.

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"Yes, those look great on," you smile to a blonde girl who's trying on the Donna boots in the mirror.

"Thank you," she smiles back politely and you move on to assist a woman who looks torn between options. With a nudge and some flattery she ends up purchasing each pair and you ring her up with excitement. Then he walks into the store. You ignore him as he approaches the counter to stare you down, setting that same red gift bag within your view and willing you to acknowledge him through the processing of the shopper. You don't. You check out yet another shopper with a smile and send them on their way.

"Talk to me," he pats the counter once it's clear, beckoning you to communicate but he's had ample time to appear and communicate with you and he hadn't before now. He was the one in the wrong. "I should've come before now," he nods. "I'm the one in the wrong," he admits as if reading your thoughts.

"Hell yeah you were wrong, but it's in the past," you lie. "Did you need something today?"

"You know I do.." He looks you up and down with a look of hunger that unlocks physical memories. You cut it off quick.

"Act right or leave," you warn. You can feel his eyes on your body just as you can still hear the way he sounded when he said all those racy things. The abandoned church comes back to mind and so does the feel of his dick sliding inside of you. You lock your thighs tightly. You can feel every ridge as you stand.. remember the sweet girth. It makes you take a breath which you see him mentally note.

"There's nothing here for you," you affirm and turn away as you gather yourself at a short distance and head back to the floor. He follows.

"You ain't been fucked good since I left, have you," he whispers, voice low enough and seductive for your sharp ears only. It goes directly through you. You glance back at him, scoff, and look away as though you're unimpressed. He waits, pretending to look at a pair of heels as you engage another shopper and when you walk away he follows yet again. "You've been searching for a nigga who can satisfy."

"Erik, get away from me," you groan feeling lust travel through your body.

"If you weren't so mad I'd give it to you now. You been missing out on good dick, I'm sorry." He holds out the red bag which you snatch looking inside. It's a white YSL clutch.

"You should be."

"Consider this my apology and appeal. It's hard to find a person who can deliver great sex out here with a clean bill of health and no kids."

"So that's why you back, the tacky counterfeit Jae you left me for can't fuck," you smirk and he caves with an affirming nod.

"..That's fair-"

"I'm gonna stop you there," you turn facing him.

"Word."

"It's giving me extremely toxic, triflin, bad energy."

"Yeah."

"Yeah? What you mean yeah!?"

"Do you think about me when you touch yourself?"

"What!?" You're louder than you intended.

"Mhm.. Let me taste it."

"Get the fuck out my store," you mutter looking away for respite.

"Your pussy jumped didn't it.."

"Boy no, ain't nobody thinking about you." You avoid his gaze and catch yourself breathing shallow all because of the memories he keeps triggering by being close to you. "First of all, you lost privileges to that information the second you tried to bootleg me.. okay? Get that straight. Why did you lie?"

"I didn't," he smiles deceptively. "Jae.. I wouldn't lie to you. Didn't we have fun?" His eyes gesture to your thighs. "Don't you miss it? Let me get a taste."

"Tuh!" You return to the counter. You knew of his womanizing from the start and planned to squeeze him for gifts, but things changed a bit when he said you were special to him. You'd have never cooked a meal for him otherwise. You look him up and down. "I was only in it for the gifts."

"And you got em.. So what's the issue?"

"Ain't no issue. You got what you wanted and I got what I wanted."

"Exactly," he smirks. "So what's the issue.. We can both get what we crave."

This was the irritating thing. He knew you were more invested than you let on and he led you on. That was his thing. You knew it you just didn't see yourself falling for it. You wouldn't fall for it twice though.

"Not tonight.. I'm tired and I'm on my period."

"Baby that ain't ever stopped nothing but a sentence."

"Just stop," your hand raises. He's serious and you know it. Sighing, you tap your nails on the counter thinking over his offer. "So if I crave a new car, you're going to buy me one?"

"Fuck me good and I'll think about it," he smirks rubbing through his beard.

"That's not gonna work for me," you press. "It's a simple yes or no."

"Fuck me good five times. Same conditions as before. I'll buy you a Mercedes. A new one."

"And you ain't gonna disappear before I get it..," you squint. He shakes his head.

"Let me know when you ready."

"Believe me when I'm free of this I will let you know," you assert.

"Aight then," he nods backing out of the store. "Don't make me come looking for you," he points.

Or what, you wonder deciding to test it. Just because of that comment you don't call. A week passes and you find yourself anticipating his arrival at your door or your job. A tingling sensation tells you he could come at anytime.

As anticlimactic as it is, he chooses to call while you're at the pump.. pumping your gas.

"I know you off your period by now," he says. No hello, how are you.. You switch ears.

"Wouldn't you know it, it's irregular. That happens when you have a lot of added stress."

"In that case see you at 10." Click.

Obviously he didn't get that he was the stress.

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Any other time when entertaining you'd have wine or fruit or at least water bottles set up, but this time you have nothing. Hearing the knock on the door you open it and he walks in with a container of cut watermelon and pineapple and a bottle of Graham's Six Grapes Port heading to your kitchen like he was never gone.

"Hand me that bottle opener," he points to the small kitchen drawer and you get it out. "Go to your room and wait for me."

Your kitty jumps and you almost go. "It don't work like that, Mr. Nigga."

"Suddenly it don't," he mutters pouring two glasses. "If that lil pussy tryna get ate tonight it better wait for me in that room."

"But I told you I'm still on my period."

"I know, you lied. You think I don't know when you lying? Get yo goofy ass-"

"Okay I'm a go, but only because-"

"Uhuh," he absently mutters opening the fridge to look inside. Biting your lip you linger for a second watching him before going but when you hit your room you immediately start to strip.

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ginwhitlock · 4 years

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Southbound ch 1/ ch 2

After the Cullens leave her behind, Bella is left to pick up the pieces by herself. A year after her eighteenth birthday, a split second decision lands her in her truck, running far away from everything she has ever known. She decides to go south. What will she find in San Angelo, Texas?

One day I’m going to have to admit to my demise. The casket will be small and the rain will be pouring like it does everyday there. Charlie’s eyes will puff up like abandoned birthday party balloons in the desert heat-- and I will not be there to dry them. The church parking lot is gonna look like a high school reunion. A maze of junkers that never quite made it out of Forks, the high heels of my former friends swapped out for rain boots.

After a tearless goodbye from a pastor I never met and school acquaintances I never spoke to, the purple haze of my childhood bedroom will be packed into brown cardboard boxes. Like I didn’t live there at all. As if my mark on the world only existed in our-- my meadow.

I could feel the curl of dandelion weeds at my back pocket but refused to move an inch. His ochre eyes were spun as thick as honey as he laid beside my body. There was a gleam of something I couldn’t place in the part of his lips, but I returned the smile with my own. The press of cold flesh spread through my neck, down my spine, through my toes and into the mush under his shoes.

In the small blink of my lashes his form disappeared into the air.

The bed of wildflowers around me turned to ash before I could reach for him. All I could smell was nothing like the forest and everything like a bonfire left wild. The flames crawled towards me, my body refusing to budge in its wake. My head screamed to just MOVE.

My eyes opened to a blurry mass of nothing. Tears rolling down my cheeks, their path as uncertain as my whereabouts as I raised up on my elbows. They dried before I could wipe them away.

The pads of my fingers found the line of ancient stitching on the bench seat like a security blanket. My rapidly blinking eyes rolled around the cab in an untraceable pattern. The windows were clear and still, the leather beneath my backside warm to the touch. I could see my reflection in the silver lining the dashboard, the dark blanche underneath my eyelids clenched at my tired heart

There were no flowers. No meadow. No him.

Sitting up completely, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was carrying. The rushed exhale through my cracked lips brought my lungs to the dip of my ribs-- the familiar ache pulling the back of my skull taut.

Outside, the swell of Texas sun rises just beyond a gathering of trees. I can’t remember how I got here, the smell of asphalt long gone. Instead a dirt road lined my eyesight. It gave far too little clue to my immediate surroundings. Above me the sky was as clear as the south gets and the ground solid like beaten down gravel-- but no road signs. No mile markers.

I can’t even see behind the horizon.

The air in the cab became overcrowded with my fear, the push and pull of breath fogging up the chilled glass. I feel like a child left behind in a supermarket. Unreadable ques leading me farther and farther into the swamp of confusion.

My tires sat flat against the path, just beside it, as if I had just turned off to get some shut-eye. But why here? The middle of absolute nowhere? Had I learned nothing from the nomad with the hair like my forest fire?

My hand twisted the ignition before I could stray to the silver scar on my right wrist. It’s memory glinting in the corner of my mind.

All I can get out is the sputter of the motor, a failed attempt to rise the slumbering beast.

Another hard turn returns with the same groan.

I could feel the sweat start to slide down the expanse of my back in a winding trail. The salt water seeping into the flannel pushed up around my hips in a faux blanket. My palms slid around the wheel-- the leather close to splitting.

Me too, baby. Me too.

The door handle started to whisper to me. A stupid notion to leave the steel barrier hung onto the interior in flashing chrome.

I should've taken that damn cell phone Charlie tried to buy me last year. I could’ve at least called a tow. Maybe found out where in the hell I was-- but no. Who did I need to call back then? A boy who could pick out my heartbeat in a sea of a hundred exhausted teenagers? The press of my scent to his senses would’ve said everything I need to say anyway.

But now, no almost-not-quite-humans with super hearing as far as I could see.

The rusted-out Chevy felt more and more like a cage by the minute. A rushed push of the door frame threw my feet to the red dirt. A careful hand skimmed along the side of the truck as I followed the structure to the bed in a half-creep.

My ears were hypersensitive to the billow of wind blowing through the tops of the oak trees. The motion reminded me of the run on Edwar-- the creature’s back through the forest. Normally unwatchable to my dull eyes, but on his back I could see the restlessness of the air, the ever moving flight of dragonflies and underground wonders. Well up until I had the urge to puke.

I couldn’t say the sight of the wavering treeline didn’t give me the same feeling.

My entire body jumped nearly out of my skin at the sound of metal slapping something solid. My back clenched, the hair on the back of my nape sent sky-high.

“Down girl, it’s alright, no need to get all bug-eyed on me now.” A man’s voice came from a few feet behind me. My mind raced with the decision to face him or not. To see the person who would finally take me out. Or to lay down and leave the world not knowing the monster’s face.

A rough hand on my shoulder stops my thoughts in their measly tracks.

“You know,” A deep breath let out just behind me bounced off the metal of the truck back into my ear, “I don’t know many people that stray over to these parts real often. You must not be from around here, miss.” His hand turned my body to face him, the packed dirt underneath my sneakers scuffing into the silent air. My body felt as though it was under a spell. A rabbit held under the jaws of a coyote.

His smile caught me off guard.

It was no show off teeth, carnivore-sharp grin. It was a gentle pull of lips. A soft rose blush underneath the skin. The rest of his face was shadowed by the brim of a worn leather cowboy hat, his eyes masked slightly by it. Dragging my eyes down, I could almost feel the cotton of his button-up. It looked lovingly washed, as if it was worn for decades and not weeks. His Wranglers were in the same predicament. A smudge of what looked like motor oil stained into the crease of his knee, a rip could be easily seen by his ankles. And on his feet-- matching cowboy boots. The spurs had the same metal of his belt buckle in a vintage way, I could almost see him buying them as a set in some small town in the middle of Mexico.

“Sweetheart I know I’m good lookin’ and all but I did ask you a question a lil’ while ago…” He trailed off, his mouth set in a teasing upturn.

My eyes went wide, the fear lifting off my shoulders oddly by his tone. “I… Yes. You could say I’m not from around here.” The sentence tumbled out with a small thought of protecting myself. Keeping myself alive was first-- even if the apparent cowboy held himself like warm butter, quirked and sweet.

His brow lifted.

“You’re as closed off as a heifer in the dry season ya know that?”

His hand left my shoulder and held themselves up in mock surrender before placing them on his belt. His hip made contact with the side of the truck while starring me up and down. His eyes dragged up my fingers to my shoulder up to my lips and nose. My chest constricted with self consciousness.

The man in front of me rivaled every human boy I’ve ever met-- well man I’ve ever met. His legs, drawn out with a long line of denim, his shoulders square and broad. He looked older than He was, if anything he reminded me of Jasper.

The wavy blond hair peeking out of his hat, curling around his laid back collar. The stone corners of his shaded jaw. The slightly tanned skin, made from working fields I didn’t need to see. Even the fullness of his lips reminded me of the veteran vampire.

When his eyes landed on my own I realized-- he was waiting for me to speak again.

With a deep breath through the nose I managed to start, “I’ve been traveling from Fo-- the Pacific Northwest for a couple months. I got into Texas not too long ago.” A simple nod from his covered head prompted me to keep going, not commenting on my change of location. “I was just north of Lubbock last night. I woke up in my truck not long ago, but I’m not too sure where I am to be honest.” A low breath left my throat when I finished.

His stature straightened and I could now see how truly tall he was. He towered over me by a foot, almost. His mouth opened in a toothy smile and my brain clicked.

“Oh my god is this your land? I’m so sorry I didn’t know this was private land, my truck won’t start and I--” My ramble was suddenly cut off by a guttural laugh.

“Missy! You act like imma gonna what? You think imma skin your hide for wonderin’ onto this piece of dirt? C’mon now. Lemme getchu you somethin’ before you fall over dead.”

His back turned to me almost too fast. His form started to trek across to the treeline, his boots leaving indiscernible footprints into the rocky ground. I started to run to catch up and then stopped myself. Why would I follow this man? Did I have no self preservation? I didn’t even know him, no beachy waves or shiny belt buckle would be worth maybe dying over!

“Are you comin’ or what missy? I need to call my brother about your truck, so we gotta go to the house. It’s not far I promise.”, he yelled from the treeline, somehow persuading me to inch forward, heel to toe, towards him. My brain lost in the end, my pace quickening until I was right on his tail.

His neck turned to look me dead in the face, the shadow from his hat casting over the both of us for a moment. It was the most serious look I had seen on him in our short time together. It was almost soldier-like.

“I never asked.”

My eyebrows pinched together. “Asked what?”

“Your name, darlin’.” His face broke, smiling in a childish way, making it look like the simplest thing in the word.

My thoughts of self preservation long gone, I responded, “...Bella.”

His smile widened.

“Peter. Peter Whitlock.”

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skullsnsunbeams · 4 years

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Please enjoy part 2 my commentary of Outer Banks (you can find part 1 here)! Disclaimer: I started this show because I wanted to see all the hype was; I won't lie, I thought it was dumb and cliche throughout most of it. However, since I've finished I can safely say that I NEED A SECOND SEASON BC HOLY FUCK BRO. Don't come at me for MY OPINIONS, & also, most of what I say is in the spur of the moment. If you wanna come talk to me about the show I will GLADLY DO SO.

Ep. 6

• I don't trust Ward, jot that down

• John B is gonna be blinded

• FUCK OFF WARD YOU'RE NOT SLICK

• I WANNA GO AAAAWWWWF

• But now John B is actually on the property so that might be beneficial?

• Lana said fuck the feds and I did too

• BARRY BETTER BEAT RAFE'S ASS

• It's what he deserves :)

• THE CURTAIN JUST MOVED AND KIE SAW IT

• FUCK YEAH KIE SLAP HIS ASS

• Did he just

• He just slapped her back

• MOSQUITOS MEAN WATER

• YUPPPP THERE WE GO POPE KNOWS

• This is deadass the goonies

• "You love the idea of me" YESSSSS SARAH

• YES WARD CHOKE HIS BITCHASS OUT

• "WHERE'S THE BEACH!?"

• It's actually not okay but okay

• Yes he DID say that

• Desgusten

• RAFE IS GONNA STEAL MONEY FROM HIS DAD AND JOHN B IS GONNA BE BLAMED

• AHAHAHAHAH CAUGHT EM

• I love Pope sm

• Adina is that bitch, man

• Barry's gonna get his ass beat by Ward

• I knew it

• THERE'S WARD'S SHORT FUSE

• RAFE YOUR DADDY IS A PSYCHO

• KARMA, BABY, KARMA

• They're gonna trap Sarah and Kie on the boat?

• That's a got damn STING

• Why are they holding the blunt like a cigarette?

• What a shitty fucking person you are, Sarah. That's fucked up.

• SHE CALLED THE COPS I'M CACKLING

• They're gonna get caught by the scary lady

• "Weed? I could go for some weed" same, JJ

• JJ and Pope being assholes about John B and Sarah is my aesthetic

• NO NO NO WHY HER EYES LOOK LIKE THAT

• She's blind, duh

• Gross gross gross

• He's gonna catch something

• Wait does Corona virus exist in the OBX universe?

• "Any dead bodies?" Does the jaw bone he found count?

• That's shit he's covered in shit THAT'S GOLD THAT'S FUCKING GOLD

• JANIE'S GOT A GUN

• This is so cute but I know it's gonna blow up in their faces

Ep. 7

• I hate Ward he's such a sneaky bastard

• He's gonna take him out to sea and MURDER HIM

• or at least, like, warn him

• HE'S SUCH A GOOD LIAR

• Our boy Barry, he's gonna stir some shit up

• I knew it, pretending to be a cop tho?

• John B is B'ing dumb again

• Maybe not

• JJ NOOO

• CRAIN ESTATE IS FOR SALE

• AND WARD IS GONNA BUY IT

• JJ just wants his dad's approval

• THAT'S FOR HIS RESTITUTION

• How did ik this was gonna happen

• I hate his dad

• ahhhhh I WANNA HUG HIIIIIM

• Sarah do be bailin

• She said FUCK VULNERABILITY and to that I say SAME

• Those candles are gonna cause a fire. Old church? The Outsiders vibes

• Did they not just say they were gonna wait? And then immediately fuck? Okay.

• He spent his restitution money. He did exactly what he fought his dad about.

• He needs a hug so bad

• Thank you for hugging him Kie

• GUESS WHO'S CRYING

• ME IT'S ME

• Mr. Cameron, sir, you are operating a motor vehicle whilst drinking. You're providing a minor with alcohol. You should not be the Grand Knight of Rhododendron!!!

• Ward is an eavesdropping little shitfuck

• Blah blah blah all I'm hearing is a rich man trying to get the gold

• "Equitable split" sir you Didn't Find The Gold therefore You Do Not Get A Cut

• FINALLY JOHN B IS BEING SMART

• WARD JUST SNITCHED ON HIMSELF

• WARD KNOWS ABOUT THE DISAPPEARANCE

• Well, son, the sheriff already kinda knows

• What's he gonna do

• THE GAFFING HOOK

Ep. 8

• Ward is literally psycho so that's fun

• WHAT IS THIS SHOW

• HE STOPPED THE HOOK WITH HIS CAST I'M DEEEAAAD

• This turned into Parasite all of a sudden

• And this right here, folks, is called anxiety

• I love GTA

• Ward is actually psychotic

• "Ward you just got involved" just like his daughter did

• Fuck HE KILLED HIM FUCK YOU WARD

• AND HE DIDN'T CALL ANYONE WHAT A CUUUUNT I'M SO MAD

• BIG JOHN IS A LEGEND

• Ow my heart 🥺

• Ward is a big fat liar!!!!!!

• Oh my god JOHN B GONE CRAZY

• Sarah really switched up like that, huh? Shady bitch

• Where's DCS throughout all of this?

• He's doin a lil memorial I'M SAAAAD

• Pope deserves better!!!

• The gold is gone, just watch

• YUP I KNEW IT

• FUCK YOU WARD

• I feel so bad for Pope's dad bc he's had to work hard too, man

• Going to the Bahamas?????????

• Fuck Rafe

• BLAH BLAH BLAH NO ONE LIKES YOUUUU

• Pope whhhyyyy are you telling these PEOPLE ABOUT THE GOLD

• Oh shiiiit Susan knows about OTHER dirty cops

• I hope the plane crashes :)

• WARD IS A PIECE OF SHIIIIIIT

• SUE YEEEES

• John B's nod should not have been sexy

• RAFE YOU SONOFABITCH

• LIKE FATHER LIKE SON!!!!!!!

Ep. 9

• WARD. IS. A. PSYCHO.

• HOW IRONIC THAT RAFE'S TRUCK HAS A BLUE LIVES MATTER FLAG ON THE BACK WINDOW RHSJDJDBDNDH

• Pope is finally letting it out and I'M SO GLAD FOR HIM

• I shouldn't be laughing about Shoupe complaining about the regulator

• Ward really is a psycho

• FUCK THE POLICE

• All teenagers want is their parents' approval and that makes me saaaaaad

• Why do I wanna hug Rafe rn

• HE'S LIKE, NEVER GOTTEN A HUG IN HIS LIFE BEFORE???????

• OW MY HEART

• When the main character becomes a fugitive with a bounty 🥰

• Sarah isn't gonna do shiiiiit

• "What's gonna happen to Rafe?" Nothing. Because he's a rich white boy who can get away with anything bc of his daddy's money and power.

• They better not do a cliff hanger and make us wait til next season

• Rafe is delusional

• "He's a maniac" Pot, meet kettle

• Whose house is this?

• How are you gonna tell him to get out of your house and then chase him when he's trying to leave

• Pope high is amazing

• AW MY BABY

• He deserves the world and more

• NO PLEASE DON'T CRRRRYYYYY

• Topper is gonna let John B go, isn't he?

• He really locked his daughter in her room like Rapunzel

• "Hey Top, hey man, it's John B, hey" HE'S SUCH A LOSER LMAOOOO

• "My bad" My bad!?!??

• They're arguing over what word to use

• This is kinda gay ngl

• THIS FAKE CRYING EJDBEUSHEH SARAH

• Wheezie better not fuck this up bro or I s2g

• TOPPER DEF LET JOHN B OUT I WILL HOLLER

• I think Rafe is gonna get shot

• I hate this

• THE VEEEEENT

• I love rooting for a criminal

• SNITCHES GETS STITCHES, BITCHES

• Topper is gonna switch up on the Kooks and actually help out I bet

• RAFE NEEDS TO BE INSTITUTIONALIZED EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY

• TOPPER IS WEARING THE HOODIE

• THAT'S HOW HE PROVED HIS LOVE FOR HERRR

Ep. 10

• Aw John B

• Pope said FUCK FEELINGS

• Tf is SBI

• State bureau of investigation, got it

• NO, WARD NEEDS TO BEAR RESPONSIBILITY BC IT IS. HIS. FAULT.

• "Idk how to fix it" kill yourself, easy

• Sell? You mean lie. Rich people logic amirite??

• RAFE HAS VOICES IN HIS HEAD HE'S GONE OFF THE DEEP END

• The officer better know the truth

• WARD IS A PATHOLOGICAL LIAR

• The SBI agent sees right through Ward

• I hate this bastard

• FUCK YEAH

• Rafe is TWEAKIN

• Barry to the rescue?

• "I done worse, I was in the army" LMAOOOO

• Nvm Barry is still trash

• TRASH STICKS WITH TRASH

• They're GONE occifer

• AND THE THUNDER ROOLLLLS

• My heart is hurting so bad rn

• Is he gonna give himself up rn?

• I hate when JJ cries

• AHHHHHHHH HIS EYES OPENED AND I GOT SCARED

• OW MY FUCKIN HEART

• Shoupe is a pussy ass bitch too

• Pause, smoke break

• Lessgo

• He's gonna wait for the keys to be close to the car

• CALLED IT

• That was *chef's kiss*

• This is not good

• YEEEEES POPE

• NOOOOOO POPE

• VENGEANCE

• Holy shit

• Okay I'm gonna say it

• This GOT GOOD

• NO MORE CLICHES

• Holy fuuuuck

• If we get a second season, I wanna see Rafe destroyed

• Woah okay

• JJ is third wheel

• This is crazy

• STOP WASTING TIME

• This is all funny bc these kids are 16 and they think they're in love

• I GASPED OMG

• What did this turn into

• There's a cliche!!!

• Holy fuckitnenehehe

• Fuck you Ward

• He's gonna do it

• Ewwww "I'd rather die than be without you"

• What in the ever living hell

• Fuck fuck fuck

• And JJ is left alone

• OH MY GOD IM CRYING

• Holy. Fucking. Shit.

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kylermalloy · 4 years

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So, I'm curious, what is your favourite TO episode? If you are able to make a choice ;)

Oh, oh! This is one ‘favorites’ question I have no problem answering.

My favorite episode is and has always been the season 1 finale, “From a Cradle to a Grave.” Honestly, I think this is where the show peaked in its writing. I was on the edge of my seat the entire episode, just loving the excitement, the tension, the themes, and all the narrative threads coming together in one culminating, sweeping episode.

This episode is everything I love about the show. Murder, mayhem, and family :) But seriously! (Omg am I going to have to do a blow-by-blow of the episode? I think I might.)

In that case, the rest goes under a cut. (Spoilers for TO ahead!)

The episode begins with Hayley giving birth, induced by the witches who betrayed Klaus. It’s in the church, that unholy horror of a murder museum.

Intercut with the rose-tinted flashback of pregnant Hayley and Klaus feeling their baby kick, Hayley gives birth as her voiceover promises a safe home and family to “Zoe…or Caitlyn, or Angela.”

*irony* but it hurts.

Klaus and Hayley are, for once, united in the fight for their child. They’ve been at each others’ throats all season, and in the past neither have had trouble getting their way. But in this crucial hour neither the Original hybrid or the uncontrollable mama wolf can do anything.

Can I say: I love love LOVE that look Klaus and Hayley share after the baby is born. Hayley asks to hold her, and they share this…look. Listen, I’m not much of a klayley shipper, but their partnership is golden. They’ve reached a tentative agreement at this point that they’re both going to play a role in raising the baby they created. The trust and pride and satisfaction between them in this moment, despite the horrid circumstances, melts me.

And then Hayley dies.

Klaus screaming NOOOOOOO is all of us in this moment.

Oh! And I almost forgot—Klaus being pinned to the wall in that Christlike pose. That was NOT an accident. It helps tie in to the larger theme they’re going for, that Elijah expounds for us later. He’s not a sinless, perfect Christ figure—in fact, he’s the opposite. He’s the monster under the bed, the devil in the night. One might even go so far as to say he’s the symbol for everyone to pin their problems to. The ultimate scapegoat. Not to say he didn’t exert some effort of his own to get there—this is the price he has to pay for his sins. Crucified, figuratively, forced to watch helpless as his newborn daughter is taken from him and her mother slaughtered.

Then Elijah bursts in. (Bless Daniel Gillies’s funky lil run, it gives me joy in the bleakest of times)

And this, oh goodness, this quiet grief they share over Hayley. Klaus has held her body since he woke up, I’m guessing, this woman who carried his child, chafed against every controlling measure he tried to impose on her, whom he holds some degree of respect and fondness for.

And Elijah, dear Elijah. He pinned all his hopes (hee) to this woman, this werewolf Madonna and her child. He gave her more space in his heart than he’d given anyone, including women who’d haunted him for centuries. And now she’s dead, just like anyone who’s had the misfortune of sparking his affections.

Klaus healing Elijah—HEY REMEMBER EARLY IN THE SEASON WHEN KLAUS BIT ELIJAH AND LEFT HIM TO SUFFER?! Now, Klaus offers his blood without compunction, without hesitation. This time it’s Elijah who hesistates. You have to wonder, is he deliberating which nightmare he would prefer—the torture of wolf venom, or the torture of Hayley’s death and her baby’s disappearance?

“You were bested? My invincible brother?”

Klaus doesn’t rise to the bait like he normally would. He barely reacts. He’s broken. He wanted too much—he played king and gained the whole world, but lost his soul. And then his kingdom.

You see why I love this episode?

We move to the graveyard, where we see not only Klaus and Elijah trapped in a maze, but the witches preparing for a sacrifice. Let’s not gloss over their costume change, either—in the church, for the birth, they were all clad in black. But here, as they prepare for their worst atrocity yet, infanticide, they wear pure white, like they’re going to a christening or something. *irony*

Then comes *the speech* from Elijah, the one that mirrors the pilot so perfectly (I know them both by heart, thank you very much.) In the pilot, Elijah’s speech is rousing, patient, and encouraging. Here, he has lost his patience. Here, he tells us what we’ve been seeing throughout the entire season.

“This is the world you created, Niklaus. All your scheming, the enemies you have made every day do your miserable life—what results did you expect? That your child would be born into a happy life? That the mother would be alive, to know her daughter? That we could live and thrive as some sort of family?”

“That was your fantasy, brother, not mine—”

“No, brother! This was our hope. This was our family’s hope. And now she is gone.” (And then we realize that he’s not just mourning the baby, that family he imagined—he mourns Hayley.) “Do you understand? I let this person in. I let her in. I don’t let people in.”

And Klaus’s reaction! This Klaus, with compassion he deserves only for his closest family—this is the Klaus that melts me. This is the scene that slaps. This is how we tie a bow on a season—nay, a millennium—of brotherly tension. They’re not healed; nothing could truly heal the damage they’ve done to each other (or the damage others have wrought on them) but it’s a start.

And Hayley wakes.

Before I go on, let me mention Marcel. Ally, enemy, friend, surrogate son to Klaus (and that could be all in one episode!) He’s destined for death by hybrid venom, having led his vampires into a massacre. All his attempts to rally his people have failed. He’s lost the city, and his vampires have been slaughtered by Guerrera werewolves. He has almost nothing left.

He goes out, armed to forcibly obtain Klaus’s blood and heal his friends—but he upon finding Klaus he makes very on-brand choice. He saves the baby.

He does what the combined efforts of Klaus, Hayley, and Elijah can’t. He wins Klaus’s trust back by saving his newborn daughter. He protects the innocent instead of contributing to the feud. He murders the girl he once tried to save from the Harvest. And he gets to meet his baby sister.

It’s strategy and heart all in one. It’s very Marcel.

He reconciles with Klaus, and Klaus heals him. They are healed—to some degree.

Then Klaus gets to hold his child for the first time, and we all die.

This is what the season has been building up to. Yes, it’s been building to Klaus being toppled off his throne, yes it’s been building to the splintering of his ego, but THIS is what we’ve been promised since the beginning—before the beginning of the show, even. The Original hybrid, brought to his knees by this child. His child. Someone he loves without reservation. Someone who doesn’t fear him. Someone innocent, who carries none of the burdens of their family. Someone who inspires hope in the hopeless. Someone he would kill for, or die for. (he does both)

And I can’t, I just can’t with them. I love the way JoMo handles the baby in this episode—very gingerly, a little awkwardly. It’s probably been a long time since Klaus has handled a baby (one that he hasn’t eaten D: ) and it’s just. so. endearing.

Meanwhile, Davina has…brought Mikael the destroyer back to life? I remember reading somewhere that Josh was supposed to die in this episode, and while I wouldn’t dare wish to deprive Josh of the happiness (and subsequent heartbreak) awaiting him in s2 and beyond, I think Davina’s motivations would’ve made more sense here if she were seeking to avenge her friend’s death. But I digress. Davina resurrects Mikael. Oh dear.

I haven’t mentioned Genevieve yet! She is one of my favorite antagonists. At first, she seemed to come out of nowhere, and I suspect she might have stepped into the narrative hole that was originally filled by Sophie Deveraux, but regardless I like her conflict. A witch cheated out of life (by an Original, no less!) and coerced to murder by her coven, living and dead. An apologetic killer. Yikes.

Klaus and Elijah then discuss how to protect the baby (and I swear in the opening shot it looks like they’re holding hands—but alas, it’s just a trick of the camera angle.) and Hayley helps them determine that they need to send her away. And let me say, Phoebe Tonkin impressed me more with her acting in seasons 2-3, but she hurts me here too. Ouch.

We get a few expository scenes—Francesca spins the werewolf attack into a gang war (she’s not wrong), Marcel makes a deal, Oliver is still an arrogant brat, and Davina plans to keep Mikael as her secret weapon (you poor child).

Then we get the most painful scenes in the episode, because even though we know this tragedy is a lie, it’s still a loss. The baby did not die, but their pain over losing her is real. Elijah says as much: “grief, after all, is grief.”

Klaus and Cami share a scene, and this is one of my favorites of them. Klaus admits that he finds her…beautiful. And for that reason, she should stay away from him. Whether you read this as romantic or not, it’s still so good. This is a woman Klaus pinpointed as being useful, intelligent, insightful, and strong enough to handle his psyche. They began with a rather twisted relationship (let’s save that essay on autonomy for another day, shall we?) but by the end of the season they’ve shared some experiences and gained more sympathy and respect for each other. And Klaus, in his moment of clarity and grief, recognizes that he is fundamentally not what she needs. (Or we could say this is all part of the lie. We’ll never know.)

Also, let me give a shoutout to the music in this episode! The two songs that play toward the end, Open Hands and Shallows are stellar. Speaking of the end! Let’s get into the biggest surprise this episode has for us.

“In what world will she be safe without her father? Who can protect her better than we?”

“There is one person.”

Rebekah. The thousand-year-old beauty queen I honestly thought we’d never see again after her exit in episode 16. The Original sister, the girl who loved too easily, who broke her brother’s heart and incurred his wrath. Who left to live her own life, who only could leave after her favorite brother set her free. Who always wanted what she couldn’t have, a family of her own.

And here she is, smiling at Klaus even though last time they screamed themselves hoarse in a graveyard and he put an enchanted stake through her chest, inches from her heart. She loves and hates him in equal measure, but she has nothing but love for this newborn baby. It’s a peace offering and the ultimate gesture of faith. Klaus could not trust anyone else in the world with his daughter, but he will hand her over to his beloved sister. It is the PERFECT way to end the season, especially with their parting words. Rebekah wants to know the baby’s name.

“Hope. Her name is Hope.”

They’ve been planning this gimmick from day ONE, I’m telling you. Ever since the pilot, when Elijah asks, “who’s more pathetic—the man who sees hope to make his family whole again? Or the coward who only sees the world through his own fear?” And I don’t care how cliche and gimmicky it is—if I did, I wouldn’t be watching this CW show. It’s perfect. This is what the baby means. She is the hope for this broken, broken family. She’s no savior—she doesn’t have to do anything but exist. But she reminds these siblings who, after a thousand years of bloodshed and fighting, are “the definition of cursed—always and forever,” that they can be better. They don’t have to remain the shells of who they were. They can pick up the pieces and begin a new chapter.

And that’s what this episode does for me, folks. It’s honestly too much to handle. I cannot watch this episode like a normal person—I writhe and scream and laugh maniacally and recite the lines. It’s a trip.

This episode concludes the season so strongly. It’s actually a major part of why I rank season 1 as my favorite! I did an official ranking of all 5 TO seasons a while back, which was a lot of fun.

#the originals #original groupies #asks #aeruthien #thanks for sending this in!#mymeta #to 1x22 #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #hayley marshall #hope mikaelson #marcel gerard #this got long but i'm not even sorry #i cannot express deeply enough my love for this episode #i was gonna find gifs of all the scenes but lbr i don't have that kind of patience #just enjoy my words #kylerrambles

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ok, y'all can reblog if you like but this is mostly for myself, as a lil recap i can go back to when i start s2

TMA S1

-the archive is a super funky place that studies all sorts of weird shit. important characters from it include head archivist jon sims, his merry band of helpers martin, sasha and tim, and sexy boss elias.

-gertrude robinson was jon's predecesor, the last head archivist. apparently she was a bit disorganized, but maybe she was just Fun. elias says she disappeared but found a lot of blood on her office, so they considered her dead. turns out martin found her in the tunnels during the prentiss attack, dead from gunshots, sitting in a little room full of tapes. also interesting: in the burnt remains episode, that ritual place had her photograph inside all the bottles. the guy from ep 11 dreamer wrote to gertrude, telling her she was in danger. in the growing dark episode they mention she had been near the weird church place before she died. or smth.

-another important (?) character is michael saland fingers. he appears normal but is kinda like that salad fingers dude, and probably speaks like a wavy meme from all the distortion. i think he did something to sasha, cause she was acting weird, but i'm not sure.

-there's the whole jurgen leitner thing, a norwegian dude who had a big collection of creepy books. his books appear in ep 4, with the guy who was friends with mike crew (lightning boy), then in 17 with the boneturner's tale, where we learn about some jared hopworth or smth dude, who's got funny bones. i think he had something to do with the schwartzwald episode, with the tomb and the books found there? and also in the old passages episode.

-speaking of leitner, there are two characters connected to him: mary and gerard key (i still don't know how you spell that). mary had a shaved head and her skin was all tattooed, she appeared in ep4 but was actually dead i think, so i'm not sure about her. then we have gerard, her son, who's like a metalhead looking kinda dude, and he's always trying to...burn? get rid of? the leitner books? in ep 12, first aid, he is at a hospital being treated because of his burns, and has a bunch of tattoos of eyes on his body.

-peter lukas is also a character. i don't know why he's important, but fandom tells me he's elias' husband divorced for the 5th time, so he must be. he's a seacaptain, has or worls for a company called solace shipping, and may be connected to the lukas family from ep 13, alone, the creepy ones from the funeral. also, the lukases finance the magnus institute.

-also there's a jonah magnus, the dude from schwartzwald wrote to him once. that's all i have for now.

-melanie is a tv person, and there's a georgie who's a youtuber. idk, man.

-random connections from random episodes!: the coffin from ep 2 do not open was delivered by the same company that delivered the yellow stole to the priest in 19/20

-they delivered the table from ep 3, the one the neighbor had, to the institute, and sasha found it...

-the cult from ep 9 a father's love is kinda related to the one from ep 25 growing dark? maybe?

-the archives that were stolen after the prentiss attack where the ones from strange music (weird piano and dolls), and the one from michael (a distortion). how that connects, i have no idea.

#OK THATS ALL I KNOW #please dont correct me with info from s2 #but if i made a mistake about s1 info then yeah #tma lb

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Mariah Carey: Top 10 Remixes

In continuation of celebrating Mariah season, and “All I Want For Christmas Is You” finally becoming a #1 single, I am sharing with you my “Top” lists of MC songs every Monday and Tuesday up until the 25th. After talking about the Top 10 Most Iconic Mariah Carey songs, it’s time to move on to the Top 10 MC Remixes. Come back next Monday for the Top 10 Underrated MC Bops. All songs mentioned these lists can be found on streaming services (e.g. Spotify, Apple Music). That means deeper cuts, but fan favourites, like the “Someday (New 7” Straight)” remix, the “Never Too Far/Hero” medley, and “H.A.T.E.U.” remix ft. OJ da Juiceman, which aren’t available, aren’t included; the aforementioned remixes are, however, available on YouTube, and they definitely deserve a listen.

You’ve listened to remixes where they’ve brought in a guest rapper, something that Mariah popularized in 1995 as you’ll see below. You’ve also listened to remixes where they’ve brought in a featured singer, something that Mariah had also done in 2000, when she re-released the “Against All Odds (Take A Look at Me Now)” single with Westlife. But you’ve never heard a remix until you’ve heard a MC remix. Somehow we’ve gotten the perception that Mariah is lazy because she doesn’t perform the choreo or doesn’t sing the song — point them in this direction. Up until the 2010s, Mariah insisted doing remixes her way. She’s not just pulling in DJs, or rappers, or featured singers to do all the heavy lifting in remixes, Mariah incorporates new elements, sometimes practically changing up the genre of the song. And she re-records, sometimes new vocals, sometimes the entire track.

Is the list TL;DR? No worries. I compiled each list into a respective playlist, starting from No. 10 and ending at No. 1, so you get to listen to the Top 10 MC Remixes while on the go.

https://open.spotify.com/user/jdiep95/playlist/6UfiZPeq4yA1fq4i87CUwq?si=iHpF9-BAThW8m26GKSKyiA

10. A No No ft. Shawni

Year: 2019

“A No No” is an underrated bop off of Mariah’s most recent studio album, Caution. Caution, like many of Mariah’s comeback, is a testament that she’s still got it; however, unlike the couple of albums before it, Mariah ditches most of the post-production, and delivers one of her strongest albums. “A No No” uses a sped-up sample of Lil’ Kim’s "Crush on You”, with the original mix using excerpts of Biggie’s rap. The remix featuring Shawni drops Biggie’s rap. This isn’t the first time Mariah opted for a female rapper for the remix: In 1999 for the “Heartbreaker” remix, MC dropped Jay-Z for Da Brat and Missy Elliot. “A No No” is a feminist song about cutting off liars and cheaters, and enjoying the single life; Shawni’s contributions add to the latter, admitting: “To all my exes need to tell you that I’m sorry/That I didn’t leave you sooner/I settle for less, and that is exactly what I been getting.” This remix isn’t perfect — the melody and the structure remains the same, and Mariah only records a couple of additional inflections. The best part about this remix, that’s absent from the original mix, is the addition of a series of ascending melismatic whistles near the end. You can’t help but feel like something’s missing from the original mix, and MC lets you know it in the remix.

9. Fantasy (Bad Boy Fantasy Remix) ft. O.D.B., Sean “Puffy” Combs

Year: 1995

Why the “Bad Boy Fantasy Remix” is so iconic was already discussed in the Top 10 Most Iconic list: It introduced the featured rapper formula to pop music, and paved the road for its successors like Beyoncé’s “Crazy in Love” or Rihanna’s “Umbrella”, both of which features Jay-Z. The remix features rapper O.D.B., who, by the time the remix was released, had started a solo career separate from the Wu-Tang Clan. The release of the "Fantasy" remix is entrenched in racial politics. Columbia Records and Sony Music feared the inclusion of O.D.B. would jeopardize the squeaky clean, family-friendly, racially-ambiguous image they had built for Mariah. In the remix, a lot of the pop production is stripped away, leaving the bass beat as the foundation of the song; Mariah sings on top of this. "Fantasy" sampled “Genius of Love” by the Tom Tom Club, and in the remix, the sample is echoed in the bass beat. The bridge of the original mix, which also samples “Genius of Love”, became the remix’s chorus. The structure changed, and “Fantasy” itself became slinkier, less saccharine. The producer, Sean Combs, better known as P. Diddy, recalled working with O.D.B. all through the night to record the rap; O.D.B recorded sentences at a time, whenever the inspiration hit, or whenever he was awake. Regardless, Mariah’s insistence to collaborate with O.D.B, and to release the remix was an industry-changing move.

8. Honey (So So Def Remix) ft. Da Brat, Jermaine Dupri

Year: 1997

The “Fantasy” remix, despite it being iconic and timeless, was mostly work in post, especially trying to piece together O.D.B.’s individual recordings to form an actual rap. The So So Def remix of “Honey” was a completely different affair with the song reworked and re-recorded. The bass line of the original mix of “Honey” samples “The Body Rock” by the Treacherous Three, while the tinkling piano line uses a sample of “Hey DJ” by the World’s Famous Supreme Team. The So So Def Remix foregoes “The Body Rock” sample, and also samples a different excerpt from “Hey DJ”. The accompaniment itself sounds like a midi file off of a video game, but it’s actually the hook from the Jackson’s 5 “It’s Great to Be Here”, Mariah’s first time sampling a another pop song. This “Honey” remix is a novelty. As a critic, you would expect another dance remix or something that really leans into the hip-hop, and instead you receive a feat that reduces the original dance track to 8-bit music with MC’s vocals as the main attraction.

7. My All (Classic Club Remix)

Year: 1998

Have you seen Dreamgirls? In the stage performance, Effie sings “One Night Only” and it shifts immediately into the disco version sung by Deena. I imagine the remix of “My All” draws inspiration from that, especially when they chorus starts chanting, “Just one more night.” In the Classic Club Remix, MC sings on top of a dance beat but it’s a slow burn before it becomes that full on club anthem. The remix isn’t completely re-recorded; it’s her original recording that’s fixed on top of the dance track produced by David Morales, but it’s the last five minutes that she adds on new elements, and finishes out with new vocals, a solo for the latin guitars, and a chorus. Sam Smith might be able to sing any dance song as a ballad, but Mariah is the master of rewriting any torch song into an upbeat track. Try not dancing when Mariah starts going off with the “Feel your body”’s.

6. Through the Rain ft. Kelly Price, Joe

Year: 2002

“Through the Rain” is Mariah’s first comeback single. It hails from Charmbracelet, Mariah’s comeback album after the entire Glitter fiasco. It’s Mariah’s first leading single that failed to crack the Top 5, even “Loverboy” off of Glitter peaked at #2. The inspirational track, which encourages the audience that they will “Make it through the rain”, stalled at #81. The original mix is a slow R&B ballad, one that even I rarely listen to since I almost always opt for the live version she performed at MTV Presents. The remix is more upbeat as a result of changes lyrically and melodically, and by infusing gospel elements, there’s more of a sense of hope than in the original mix. “Through the Rain” didn’t chart well, so why does this remix rank so high among the other remixes? A decade and a half before Kanye decided to bring everyone to church, Mariah brought her listeners to church instead of the club with this remix. For a remix, the sound was new and gutsy, especially for a song that didn’t fair too well, granted she did also release a dance remix. With the remix, MC proved that a song didn’t have to be wildly popular for her to breath new life into it.

5. Unforgettable (Acoustic) ft. Mariah Carey, Swae Lee

Year: 2017

You might be quick to catch that "Unforgettable” is actually a French Montana song, but you might be less familiar with this Mariah Carey remix. The inclusion of MC on this track, and the decision to replace the track with a guitar makes it sound more like a R&B-inspired country song with a rap section than it does dancehall; nonetheless, the remix is incredibly cross-genre. Chances are French Montana didn’t re-record his lines, which is standard, but then some very stylistic choices were made that makes the remix sound like a Mariah duet rather than a MC-guest appearance. These decisions, however, may not exactly be MC-mandated, so let’s talk about two things that were within her control: (1) MC sings throughout the entire track. She doesn’t appear for just one verse then disappears; she injects herself throughout the song by harmonizing with French Montana. (2) MC brings her whistle notes. MC fans stan Mariah’s whistle notes for one very good reason: Mariah uses them with much musicality. It’s less of a garnish where MC goes, “Hey, look, I did that!” because we know she can do those whistle notes. In the “Unforgettable” remix, MC uses her whistles as a base, a broth if you may; in this way, her high notes are instrumental, and she strings them together in a series of legato to create the backing track for which French and her sings on. Mariah’s contribution to this song really makes it ever more unforgettable.

4. We Belong Together ft. Jadakiss, Styles P

Year: 2005

Kelefa Sanneh, a former music music critic for The New York Times, called the “We Belong Together” remix “springier”; I had to quote him because there’s no better way of putting it. The original mix is tear-jerking, but the remix has a bounce to it that captures the hip-hop vibe that MC was looking for. The remix gets pretty close to demonstrating what a perfect balance looks like, and inevitably Mariah sometimes misses the mark — remixes sometimes reduce Mariah to the featured artist, despite it being a Mariah song. She sings along while Jadakiss and Styles P trade lines, emphasizing certain phrases. The remix continues to sample Bobby Womack’s “If You Think You’re Lonely Now”, and uses a longer lyric sample from “Two Occasions” by The Deele. On this list, we’ve seen MC skillfully use instrumental samples, but she is masterful in picking lyrical samples as well. The “Two Occasions" sample, “I only think of you on two occasions/That’s day and night”, contributes to the message of yearning in “We Belong Together”, making it fit perfectly with the mood and the scheme of the song. MC finishes the remix in a way only she could, by showcasing a series of vocal acrobats for the last minute-and-a-half of the song.

3. Always Be My Baby (Mr. Dupri Mix) ft. Da Brat, Xscape

Year: 1996

I know diehard fans prefer Mariah’s Butterfly era, where you had songs like “Honey” and “My All”, but my favourite would still have to be the Daydream era, when MC decided to gift the world with “Fantasy” and “Always Be My Baby”. The Daydream era featured prime Mariah vocals, amazing album cuts, and two of Mariah’s coolest remixes to date. Both the “Fantasy” and “Always Be My Baby” remixes are timeless; the former is so stripped down, but it is the latter that we really need to talk about. It’s timeless in such a sophisticated way that’s so rarely seen in pop music. Don’t agree? But Mariah seems to agree. In the Caution World Tour, Mariah’s most recent tour, she performed this remix instead, when “Always Be My Baby” had almost always been performed unaltered in the original mix. The foundation of the Mr. Dupri Mix samples “Tell Me If You Still Care” by the SOS Band, a slow jam itself which gives the remix its sleek, quiet storm sound that was so popular in the 1980s. MC is an understated music genius: She takes a page from TLC, who had just released their critically-acclaimed hip-hop album CrazySexyCool the year before, by recruiting a female rapper, Da Brat for the remix; this marks the first time MC collaborated with a female rapper. And the rap practically merges with the track; it’s neither out of place nor distracting as Mariah riffs while Da Brat raps. She also melds two supposedly conflicting genres, since younger Black audiences had shifted their attention from quiet storm to hip hop since the beginning of the ‘90s. Whereas the “Fantasy” remix had almost no re-recorded vocals, the “Always Be My Baby” remix received an almost complete makeover, save the melody. Mariah really thins out her voice for the remix and introduces her airy whisper, something she’ll really master in her subsequent albums, which gives a new feeling to the happy-go-lucky vibe on the original mix. The remix is more mature, reflecting Mariah’s real-life desire to bridge pop, R&B and hip-hop.

2. All I Want For Christmas Is You (So So Def Remix)

Year: 2000

As we’ve seen in the Top 10 Most Iconic list, Mariah has released several versions of “All I Want For Christmas Is You”. Certainly, the original mix reigns supreme, but the So So Def Remix comes awfully close, and I will argue that none of MC’s other versions or any other cover of this song, ballad, acoustic or otherwise, comes close to this remix. You might have heard the disconnected intro and skipped the rest of the song, which meant you missed Mariah and producer Jermaine Dupri reworking the song in ways no one else can. The So So Def Remix is an extremely smooth R&B and hip-hop remix, and although this is nothing out of the ordinary for MC, it’s such a smart remix because it’s a Christmas song for anyone who’s tired of listening to Christmas songs; essentially it’s an escape from the original mix. This remix has as much spring as the “We Belong Together” remix, but this bounce is a result of sampling “Planet Rock” by Afrika Bambaataa & the Soulsonic Force. The whistle notes that are seen in the main melody of later versions derives from this remix, and arguably, the whistle notes in the remix’s successors are nowhere as melismatic. You can’t beat a Mariah original, but you also can’t beat a Mariah remix.

1. Anytime You Need A Friend (C&C Club Version)

Year: 1994

“Anytime You Need A Friend” is a deeper cut itself off of Mariah's best selling album Music Box. It’s Mariah’s first US single not to enter the Top 10, peaking at #12. It’s equal parts a love song and a song of encouragement, especially the remix. The original mix of “Anytime You Need A Friend” is a slow ballad, at least “My All” had something sexy about it, so you wouldn’t except Mariah, and producers David Cole and Robert Clivillés to be able to work it into a dance track so well. But without a doubt, it is definitively Mariah’s best remix. The 10 minute song is essentially an abridged version of Mariah’s résumé; you get a glimpse at everything from Mariah’s vocal talents to her songwriting abilities to her musicality. “Anytime You Need A Friend” is a torch song that’s been repackaged with a pounding dance beat. Even if it's from 1994, there’s a certain timelessness to it. Another great thing about most of MC’s remixes is that it doesn’t cut the song short; in the C&C Club Version, the entire song is there. Mariah reworks the part of the original melody, but it’s the last six minutes of the remix, when Mariah goes off, where you can really observe how well she knows music. Can you write this down on sheet music? Or was it improv? To me, the last six minutes was literally a playground for MC to do her thing, whatever she wants. There’s no guest singer or featured rapper, just Mariah. But then this allows her to do something she’s almost never done before or since. At the eight minute mark, the remix enters a jazz breakdown, and Mariah scats, dipping into her lows, belting, and hitting those whistle notes. Simply, this remix is remarkable and breathtaking.

Timelessness is the key word here with MC’s remixes. You may think that the incorporation of samples would date these remixes significantly, but personally it does it complete opposite. Mariah’s remixes transcends eras because of the use of samples. Not only are her remixes cross-genre, they’re also cross-generational. Mariah doesn’t just push out remixes and waits to capitalize on them. If you’re looking for a place to find Mariah’s artistry, look no further than her remixes. She adds new elements and new life to the songs, rewrites them, reworks them, re-records them. Who’s done this recently? In the last twenty years, which artist has consistently given their remixes this kind of treatment?

#mariah carey #all i want for christmas is you #merry christmas #spotify #song list #playlist #remixes

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stories-from-a-ghost · 5 years

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A Hunter’s Demon

(I found this in my fields the other day and wanted to post it yesterday, but fell asleep before. I have a part 2 and 3, but I don’t know if I post them as one. Still need to re-read and correct! - I also found one on the TWD fandom that I don’t remember writting. I might post it soon too -)

Imagine being a Demon and saving Dean from another one.

The night was as dark as your smoky self; no light from the sky nor the side road. You could spot some firefly here and here. Soft green lights that was making you smile. As a demon, you couldn’t feel many emotions, especially good ones, but the sight of something beautiful or personal? Yeah, you couldn’t resist those.

Just like the sight of the Winchester brothers smiling, being happy. They went through so much and, like you, went through hell back and forth. Dying and coming back to life in an eternal loop. Yet, unlike you, they didn’t break under the pressure, under the horror. They were still able to laugh and be happy, even with their mind and heart in pieces.

Unconsciously you grabbed the pendant of your necklace. You crafted this yourself, giving it a bit of your power and linked it to its two twins that were in Sam and Dean possession. If any of them were to be in need of you, they only had to bleed on it and it would make yours warm.

A laugh left your lips as you kissed the pendant. This kind of friendship with the brothers… it take you time to build. Especially since how both of their parents died because of one and how others didn’t help make you appear trustworthy. You would always remember the day you met them, in a church as you killed another demon; the prey they were hunting. To say they were shook is a euphemism.

They looked at you, their mouth open like some surprised fishes, as you laughed at their faces. Of course, they tried to put you down, tried to send you back in hell. All in vein for they’ve never been able to catch you. O, but you would appear and play with them, or leave behind some indices to help on a case. It took you a full year and half, and the rise of the Apocalypse’s Horsemen, for you to win a bit of trust. And sending a car on the Devil’s face to win it full!

Letting yourself fell on your ass, you closed your eyes, savoring the soft cold breeze and the smell of nature. You couldn’t, obviously, sleep, but those moments were like dreams. The sweet and bitter memories? Dreams and nightmares.

You jumped a little bit as you felt your pendant warm up suddenly against your skin. Without a second though, you simply disappeared from your spot, reappearing just behind the brother that called for your help.

Instantly, your eyes fell on Dean, on the ground and bloody. Hurt. The hunter was hurt. Your hunter was hurt. A low growl escaped your lips as your eyes turned black. Slowly, certainly painfully in his shape, the oldest Winchester turned toward you, smirking.

- “Hey, (Y/n). I met one of ya friend and guess what? I don’t think he love me.”

You looked up, finally seeing the responsible of those injuries. Another demon, a weakling next to you, eyed you with suspicion. You growled again, showing your teeth like a mad beast. A crooked smile appeared on the other lips as he recognized you.

- “So this his true then? The great (Y/n) got tamed by the Winchester and become their pet!”

- “Dude, if I was you, I would fucking run” groaned Dean on the ground as you walked in front of him, a living shield.

- “Or what? You lil dog’s going to bite me?”

- “Worse..”

The demon had never a chance to answer as you appeared right on him, stabbing the bastard heart with your blade. Your handcrafted demon killer blade. You watched the black disappear, letting the true color of the eyes come back before you let go of the corpse. You looked at it, anger still filling the veins of your host. You should have made this bastard suffer, torturing him to the dead of morning, make him beg for dead but…

But Dean was hurt. There was no time to lose on a slog.

- “Take that… Bitch”

You reply nothing, a smirk on your lips, as you looked back at Dean. Of course, the hunter would have a last word to say. You walked back, kneeling next to him before brushing his bloody hair from his face.

- “Ya look like shit Deany. Let’s bring ya back to your birdy boy and -”

- “No. I-I don’t want to go there.”

- “Dean yar hurt and I -”

- “Don’t care. I just...” He sighed, closing his eyes. “Just fucking take me back with ya, where you were before I called you.”

You judged him, judged his state. Dean was a bloody mess in need of some care and yet, he clearly didn’t wanted to go back to his brother or his angel. Too proud or did something happened? Brushing the questions in the back of your mind, you simply nodded.

- “Alright Dean. Let’s go watch some firefly then.”

He laughed as you took him in your arms like a bride.

- “Thanks mate. Mean a lot, can’t imagine.”

You looked at the hunter, chock. Never before did he called you like that. Mist bitch, cloudy bastard, hell whore… their demon dog, but never friend or a good name. You didn’t mind, didn’t care of those names. But mate? You smirked, holding him closer.

- “You’re welcome Dean. Anytime.”

Like I said, still have a part 2 and 3 to this one. Still thinking about what I am going to do with them. Hope you liked this one!

Edit; was missing a part and a word. I don’t know what happen since it was there before I post O.o Anyway, I edit and put back the missing parts. Thanks for all those hits *heart*

#Dean Winchester #Supernatural #Demon #x neutral reader #x male reader #x demon reader #one shot

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MAXENCE DANET FAUVEL / NONBINARY. — viktor samuels is really making a name for themselves as a tier 3 shepherd. i think that he/they are studying english + visual arts in their senior year at lockwood, living in peregrinis. originally from rochester, new york, viktor is known to be observant & ingenious, but can also be reticent & dependent. — james / 20 / est / she/they.

3/5 !!! once again ... little edits

TW DEATH, HEAVY GRIEF, OVERDOSE / DRUG ADDICTION, HOSPITALIZATION, HYPERSEXUALITY, RELIGION MENTIONS, MENTAL ILLNESS

a e s t h e t i c s

old tvs and their static, worn tapes, horror movie screams, spilled ink, a sculptor’s hands, clay-stained, chicken scratch handwriting, messy notes, messy hair, scoffs and eye-rolls, bruised knuckles, sore throats, funeral homes and a crying preacher, shattered ceramics, knife fights, high ledges, vertically-striped pants, red lights, the moon shrouded in clouds, cigarette butts.

general info !!

full name: viktor phillip samuels

nickname(s): icky vicky :/

b.o.d. - jan 2nd

label(s): the black hole, the crepehanger, the impious, the opaque, the tempest, etc.

height: 6′0″

hometown: rochester, new york

sexuality: uuuhhh god … probably pan tbh

stats

biography !!

okay so … born and raised in rochester, new york to the well known samuels family. preacher father, a mother, a twin sister born 15 minutes before him - aka tatiana samuels, who died back in january.

kinda … grew up as a really awkward, quiet kid? like … just didn’t really interact with other kids super well, preferred being alone and like … digging up bugs in the dirt. only friend was like … his own sister.

grew out of this as they got older, instead sort of … becoming a bit of a dick? to compensate for years of awkwardness? will bite the hand that feeds him. was a full on nuisance by middle school. tatiana was not, at least, noticeably.

has always been a fan of darker materials, y’know - grim and creepy, morbid shit. big fan of tim burton ever since he was a kid, which isn’t … a good look for a preacher’s son, but he’s never really felt ~in~ with the rest of his family, anyway.

drew disturbing pictures as a kid probably tbh that prompted one or two or five phone calls home 2 assure everything was fine.

has always been really … good at art, in general - from drawing to painting to playing with clay, that’s always been viktor’s Thing.

aNyWaYs. being tatiana’s twin brother was kinda hard sometimes. tatiana and him were near opposites besides their same mean-spirited trait. she was better in the public than he was, but viktor was arguably more talented than tatiana. they both loved each other deeply and found each other as competition for their parents’ attention - a rivalry, of sorts.

high school is when viktor really started to act out - started extreme, like losing his virginity in their church and vandalism around the neighborhoods. faked being possessed in the middle of sunday service. almost had an exorcism performed on him, probably.

the only redeemable trait was like … his sheer talent with art. was in a 3d art AP course, specialized in sculpting - could pretty much create anything he wanted with enough dedication.

because his parents would be focused on disciplining him for his antics, tatiana could sneak away and get away with stuff easier. so like, y’know, that’s on the bright-side of things.

never been particularly motivated to do much - wasn’t planning on attending lockwood but his parents kinda … did and sent in his application for him b/c they were Not on board with him Wasting Away (wanted him out of the house asap)

actually pretty smart !! just doesn’t like … want to apply himself ever. double majoring in english and visual arts because they’re like … two of his only interests :/ plus he wants to write and illustrate his own series of children books with a style similar to tim burton’s

he’d been experimenting since high school but college is where he really started to like … crack down on himself and figure himself out. was out as pan & nonbinary by his sophomore year of college, just … not to his family, necessarily. thinks tatiana always knew, but didn’t … really use it against him, blessedly enough

always felt like the whole twin - connection thing was … both wack and also not-wack? sometimes it felt believable but sometimes he had no idea what was going on in tatiana’s head. but he felt oddly transparent to her, always - like he was predictable to no one but her.

( TW DEATH, GRIEF, OVERDOSE / HOSPITALIZATION BEYOND THIS POINT )

but when tatiana disappeared - it was like, like viktor knew. the moment she had been kidnapped - felt something deeply wrong in his gut. and when tatiana died - viktor felt something cut so severely in him. he knew, he always knew exactly when. he couldn’t put his finger on how - but he knew. even when everybody else held out hope for her to be found - he knew.

went on a bender around the same time, had always struggled w/ drug addiction but it got worse the longer tatiana went without being found.

( also struggled heavily with his mental health, too ?? has manic and depressive episodes. will fixate on a sculpting project for six months and then purposely knock it off the table and destroy it in the matter of seconds once it’s finished for. no fucking reason. impulse spends A Lot. )

when her body was found, viktor went off the rails. ended up overdosing and being hospitalized where he spent the next like … however long months … until they deemed him better.

stayed out of school until very recently b/c he just … didn’t want to go back. didn’t want to deal with it. didn’t want to be known as the dead girl’s twin. but then his mom kinda just was like ‘u go back 2 school or god so help me’ n he was like FINE.

so ya !! viktor’s back after being gone since tatiana’s body was found. that’s it, that’s him, a lil glimpse of his life.

trying to finish his senior year b/c he … obviously left before he could.

finding out that it was george who killed tatiana has ultimately ... caused viktor to spiral. his lows are some of his lowest, his highs are ... very high, but very bad. unstable & unpredictable in his actions it’s ... a whole thing :/

personality !!

the human embodiment of a gremlin, fed after midnight. a goblin, if u will. one of those cats with a narrow head and big ass ears. that’s him.

b i g horror & halloween enthusiast. loves the old campy horror movies. probably has an abundance of masks from different movies. dresses like a grimy millennial beetlejuice more than he should. love those vertically striped pants!

fashion alternates between e-boy (would b tik tok famous if he were like … 17), millennial beetlejuice, and like … goth in a crop top and sweatpants. big fan of crop tops. big fan of sweatpants.

he can be fucking mean. petty, aggressive, instigator. will literally spit in ur face or no reason. kind of person who’ll stick his gum into other ppl’s hair. other than that he’s like … pretty okay. he’s not always mean, he’s just a dick like … 70% of the time lmao

i mean yeah okay he’ll call someone a stinky bitch for no reason except He Feels Like It And Believes It. it’s fine he’s fine, we’re fine.

despite the fact tht he’s probably getting into fights whenever - considers himself 2 be a lover n not a fighter but that’s just because he Fucks a lot. kind of uses it like a coping mechanism, like he’s this big fancy carnival show that’s like ‘come one, come all! fuck the dead girl’s twin brother!’ may have a problem w/ hypersexuality but it’s nothing he’s fully. aware of.

the preacher’s whore son, basically

like i said he’s pan & nb, switches between he and they pronouns but like … he has such a fragile grip on his identity that u could call him ‘dog-faced bitch’ and he’d turn like hey wassup :)

vastly impulsive, like i’ve mentioned … destroys his own creations 4 the fun of it, spends all his money on useless shit, will cheat on someone bc he feels like it. screams into the night sky frequently, like a cat in heat.

i mean he also creates useless shit for no reason too. spent six months sculpting a hollowed out tree the size of him and then took a sledgehammer to it.

dramatic fuck. used to play the organ at the church like … when no one was looking after him and service was about to start. just these creepy as melodies. would do the same thing at home on his keyboard w/ the organ setting whenever he got grounded until his parents took away his keyboard sadjfkg

won’t talk about his time away b/c it’s not rly anybody’s business but ofc nothing is sacred to the watershed app, y’know, nothing’s private.

still like - he absolutely refuses to talk about tatiana’s death and like, his mental health or his addiction (he’s fallen back into it tbh but it hasn’t gotten bad again … yet) or like … anything involving his own emotions

will literally just change the topic! abruptly, no warning, asks about the jonas brothers instead.

that being said he’s obsessed with tatiana’s death. tatiana was very much a rock for him, kinda dependent on her in a way? just … being there, y’know, kept him grounded.

so he obv became a shepherd bc he wants to know Everything there is abt the app, wants to be deep inside it, wanted to know Who Exactly Killed Tatiana and like … not saying he wants 2 commit murder but :/ yknow. he’s very upset.

emotionally unavailable while also like crying twice a day.

will tell you straight up what he wants from you, no bullshit, no beating around the bush - just blunt. if he wants to just fuck, nothing else, then that’s that. if he feels deviation he’ll ghost in like. less than a second. kinda awful like that! feels no shame.

but like … also is emotional ?? as shit ?? it’s confusing. he’ll cry on a whim and then flip u off if u try to console him or like. ask him anything. will bite you.

he goes to therapy but he generally fucks around and wastes most of the time until the therapist threatens to like … idk what therapists r allowed to threaten. to send him off to another therapist? idk.

likes being intimidating but like … not with his body or nothing ‘cos he’s a TWIG, but like … uses his love for horror n creepy shit to his advantage. has an abundance of fake blood. has channeled the energy of jack nicholson and used it on tatiana’s boyfriends before.

( also a big fan of sfx makeup, has dabbled in it)

probably chases kids with a chainsaw (w/o the like … chain … or w/e … so it’s not actually Dangerous) around halloween

he’s generally never doing good, both mental health wise and morally.

would probably steal candy from a baby for the fun of it.

i don’t know if there’s a good to him, deep down, and i don’t know if he sees any issues with himself either !! nothing really breaks through to him anymore, the only person who ever really made him stop and Think about his actions was tatiana.

kinda introverted, recluse type who doesn’t rly like most people or going out, but he’ll go to parties if it means he’ll be high as shit.

pretty observant. likes to analyze people even though he’s probably not … fully right.

connections to the victims !!

tatiana samuels / his twin sister, other half - the only one able to control viktor.

george craig iii / close family friends ... they could appreciate each other, when viktor wasn’t being an outright asshole.

hana williams / ‘friends’ with benefits, their relationship was rocky at best but she was a good lay. have often fought due to their clash in personalities and viktor’s history with christoph.

christoph wainwright / an ex-hook up, an infrequent occasion whenever christoph wanted to tick off hana. viktor was often on board, never the one to consider others’ feelings.

wanted connections !!

he lives alone currently but like … ex - roommates where viktor was just. a nightmare to live with.

feel like a lot of enemies is also a possibility !! viktor’s messy.

people that like … knew tatiana. dated tatiana, even, and viktor would pretty much try to intimidate / scare them at any given chance :/

close friends of tatiana too

people who hated tatiana but liked viktor. people who hated viktor but liked tatiana

people who take pity on him and he Hates it viciously and vocally.

a band of hooligan gremlin kids who do drugs and fuck shit up around town like they’re edgy teenagers even though they’re all early to mid 20s.

the girl he lost his virginity 2 in high school lmao … a distant memory

fellow rochester locals, from church or school or whatever

exes from the past !! good terms and bad terms, but i love bad terms a whole lot mainly b/c viktor’s a jackass.

don’t know if he’s soft towards anybody but we can try. we can Try.

friends, old friends, new friends, bad friends, good friends, close friends, frenemies, etc. etc. all of it

hookups !! so many hookups. fwbs, one night stands, whatever.

uuhhhh god. i don’t know. im so sleepy rn. people in the same major or similar majors.

maybe a ride or die.

people he’s a bad influence on / an enabler towards / all around toxic for them / each other.

people he’s fought !! people who’ve seen him get into random fights and were like ‘uh wtf’

fellow shepherds !!

literally anything im not picky.

#wshintro #grief tw #death tw #overdose tw #addiction tw #hospitalization tw #hypersexuality tw #religion mention #mental illness tw

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what are ur fave crowley and aziraphale moments? (-a completely anonymous anon)

AJFKAJJDAJ HELLO TOTALLY ANONYMOUS PERSON WHOSE IDENTITY I TOTALLY DO NOT KNOW. FiRsT oF aLL someone who ISNT an anon would know that this is an Oful question to ask me bc i Cannot Ever For The Life Of Me make a choice. bUT, since we obviously dont know each other, i guess im gonna let it slip. so ok im gonna try to make a list but pls do keep in mind that the order is just which ones i remember first, not in an actual order of preference (bc thats just asking too much!!!!!) okay so!

- pARIS WHEN AZIRAPHALE FIRST HEARS CROWLEY’S VOICE AND SMILES LIKE HES THE HAPPIEST HE HAS EVER BEEN AND THEN THEY GO ON A DATE

- OBVIOUSLY the church scene. just,, the entire thing tbh (i love the “anthony j crowley” “anthony?” “what, you dont like it?” “no i didnt say that” and “whats the j stand for?” “...oh just a j really” bit) but obviously the main focus being crowley saving aziraphale’s books like its No Big Deal even tho not even aziraphale remembered them and he did and the last shot with aziraphale’s face and the romantic soundtrack as we literally watch him realize that he’s in love with crowley (as confirmed by the loml michael sheen)

- thE SCENE WITH THE PAINTBALL AND AZIRAPHALE’S FACE WHEN HE WANTS CROWLEY TO MIRACLE THE STAIN OUT AND THEN HIS LIL SMILE AFTER HE DOES IT THAT IS JUST EXPLODING WITH LOVE LIKE LITERALLY MICHAEL HOW DO YOU DO THAT (also: crowley a lil later pinning aziraphale to the wall and aziraphale looking at him Like That)

- omg omg omg okay the bycicle accident scene like i just love that scene so so so much like u have no idea (well you personally do bc i’ve told u about it many times - not that i know who u are ofc) but i just,,, they act so Married okay i cant HANDLE IT (“let there be light” then crowley undoing it With That Face and “Oh Lord Heal This Bike” “i got carried away!”) and just ajfjsjdak theyre so cute in that scene i cherish it in my s o u l

- obviously their first meeting Has to be included! i mean, first of all they’re meeting each other. then suddenly, like 2 minutes later a demon’s already leaning closer to an angel who’s already lifting his wing to protect said demon from the scary unknown rain (also: “i gave it away!” and, with the most incredibly smitten face in the whole wide universe: “you WHAT????”)

- just. the whole scene when theyre drunk in the first ep. the entire thing. all of it. starting from “my point- my point is- dolphins.” until “well i’ll be damned!” “not that bad when you get used to it”

- OH OKAY THE SCENE AT THE BENCH WHEN THEYRE WATCHING WARLOCK JUST DAYS BEFORE HIS 11TH BIRTHDAY AND AZIRAPHALE STARTS DOING HIS LIL MAGIC TRICKS (“it was in your ear!” “no it was in your pocket” “well it was close to your ear” “never anywhere near my ear” and “you can do proper magic! you can make things disappear!” “but thats not as fun!” “fun????? make u disappear”) LIKE AKDSJJSJ AND ITS EVEN BETTER THAT THAT WHOLE MAGIC TRICK PART WAS IMPROVISED LIKE WOW DAVID AND MICHAEL ARE SO FUCKING GOOD OKAY I LOVE THEM BOTH SO MUCH

- OKAY SO ITS HEARTBREAKING BUT THE BANDSTAND SCENE BECAUSE I MEAN HOW COULD I NOT (with his voice breaking: “you cant Leave, crowley” and “we can run away together!” “run away.... together?” and “how long have we been friends? 6000 YEARS!” and “i dont even like you!” “you DO!”) i mean its just,,,,, too much,,,, its so much,,,,,,, pls,,,,,

- in that same angsty note: soho, 1967. do i need to elaborate? who cares imma do it anyway (“but i cant have you risking your life. not even for something dangerous” and the soft unspoken desperation of “dont go unscrewing the cap” and “after everything you’ve said?” and “can i drop you off somewhere?” and “oh, dont look so disappointed. perhaps one day we could, i dont know, go for a picnic. dine at the ritz” and, of course, “anywhere you want to go” “you go too fast for me, crowley”) i mean yeah its heartbreaking but its also, to me, when crowley gets that confirmation that aziraphale loves him back so i cant just not mention it

- when satan is coming and aziraphale just literally picks up his sword and says “DO SOMETHING! OR… or I’ll never talk to you again!” like its the worst thing that could ever happen (it is, for both of them at least) and then obviously crowley just,,, Does The Something bc literally nothing in the entire world, heaven, or hell, will ever take aziraphale away from him

- tHe bUs sCeNE i just ajfjajsj cANT BELIEVE THAT HAPPENED!!!!! LIKE HE LITERALLY JUST. “you can stay at my place… if you’d like” AND AZIRAPHALE GOES WITH HIM!!!!!!!!!!! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO EVER BE OKAY EVER AGAIN???????? THEYRE IN L O V E

- and lastly because, since the show finished with it, i think its only fair i do too: there were angels dining at the ritz (“i’d like to believe none of this wouldve worked out if you werent, deep down, just a little bit a good person” “and if you werent, deep down, just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing” and “to the world” “to the world!” and, obviously, “and perhaps the recent exertions had had some fallout in the nature of reality because, while they were eating, for the first time ever, a nightingale sang in berkeley square.”)

anyways i think im probably forgetting some of them but sOmEoNE (who is definitely not this anon, of course) has been saying for the past hour and a half that im taking too long to answer this, so. there ya go.

(bonus: the deleted scene where crowley brings aziraphale chocolates and ends up saving him from going back to heaven like a good bf)

#thank you so much for asking #you were very patient too so jakdjaj im sorry #yknow how i am with asks and things i love #it always takes way longer than anyone expects #(including me)#mine #answered #anon #good omens #ineffable husbands #from my beloved

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sidehowriting · 5 years

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No Place Like Home

Masterlist in bio!

A/N: Alright, so here’s part 2 to Movie Night. Not as much Jack but some good backstory and establishing character relationships. I’ll create a proper masterlist for this series (?) later. Right now, just search Jack x Riley on my tumblr and you’ll find part 1. I also reblog it periodically so it shouldn’t be too far down. Current masterlist is all Marvel. Also, title courtesy of @teddybeardoctorr

Pairings: Jack Kline x OFC (Riley)

Summary: Riley has a nightmare about her mother and tells Jack about it.

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Angst, minor character death, lil fluff

I awoke with a start, panting and sweating. Another nightmare. My body was trembling as I got up, legs wobbly and threatening to give out. But I had to get up and walk around. It helped calm me down. Slowly, I made my way towards the kitchen, careful not to make a sound. I didn’t want to alert Sam or Dean.

I’m not much of a drinker, but a beer sounded like just the thing to help. Alcohol in hand, I sat down at the kitchen table, focusing on my breathing. I was still shaken from my dream, clenching the beer bottle tightly in my hands.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jack coming towards me. “Riley?” He asked softly, “Why are you up?”

“I could say the same thing to you.”

“I don’t need much sleep.” He sat down across from me. “But I know you do. Usually nine hours.”

“I had a bad nightmare.” I kept my gaze on my drink, picking at the label. “I needed to do something to get my mind off of it.”

“What was it about?”

“My mom.”

“Mom! I’m home!” It was strange, the door wasn’t locked. Mom always locks the door. “Mom?” I called again, setting my back pack down. “Mom?” I was starting to panic. Furniture was flipped, small items scattered all around, the house in complete disarray. “MOM!”

Frantically I ran to her bedroom, hoping she would be there. My heart stopped when I saw that her bedroom was in as much chaos as the rest of the house. Shaking and near sobs, I went back out to the living area. Clutching it tightly, I held my cell phone, trying to steady my hands enough to call the police.

A piece of paper stuck in one of the kitchen drawers caught my eyes. I’m not sure how I noticed it, but its whiteness hanging over the drawer handle seemed out of place. I grabbed it, careful to make sure it didn’t tear. It was a note from my mother:

Call Dean

The message was short and simple. Handwriting sloppy like she was in a hurry when she wrote it. She included a phone number at the bottom. Almost too messy to read. Hands still shaking I dialed it.

There was an answer on the second ring. “Hello?” The voice was gruff, tired, maybe old.

“Hi,” I said, on the verge of tears. “Um, is this Dean?”

“It is. Who’s this?”

“Um, my name’s Riley. My mom… I don’t know… She’s gone and it looks like someone broke into my house and I just found a note saying to call you.” This was a terrible idea. I should have just called the police. I was talking to a complete stranger.

“What’s your mom’s name?”

“Val. Valerie Manner.”

There was a beat of silence before he spoke again. “I’m on my way. Text me your address and get somewhere safe to hide. Don’t come out for anyone but me, you understand?”

“Yes,” I said feebly, feeling petrified.

I hung up with Dean and texted him my location. He said he would be there within the hour. I found a bat from when I played softball in elementary school and hid in my bedroom closet.

Waiting for Dean to show up felt like an eternity. I didn’t want to look at my phone, worried the light from it might give away my location should the perpetrator come back. The only sound I could hear was my own ragged breathing and pounding heart.

Chunky footsteps and rustling paper finally broke the deafening silence. Holding the bat close to my chest I was ready to attack. “Riley? It’s Dean.” Letting the bat clatter to the ground I sprung up in relief.

“Dean!” I yelled, crawling out of the closet and into the main living space. “Dean!”

“Hey,” he said when I came into view. He had another, tall man with him. “This is my brother, Sam.”

“What can you tell us about what happened?” Sam asked.

Dean started looking around the house while I explained to Sam everything I knew. The day started out normal. Mom was up and getting ready for work while I was getting ready for school. She worked at a real estate office. I had a school government meeting in the afternoon. Mom was almost always home before me on those days. “But today, I came home to this…”

When I finished Sam and Dean shared a look. “You smell sulfur?” Dean asked.

“Yeah,” said Sam.

“I think we know what happened to your mom.”

They took me out to their car, and I got in without question. All stranger danger safety I had learned going out the window. There was just something about them that made me feel safe and protected.

On the ride they explained the supernatural to me. Demons, angels, vampires, werewolves, they were all real. And these two men hunted them down. Honestly, it sounded like crazy talk.

“Tell me something,” Sam said, twisting around in the front seat to face me. “Does your mom have a tattoo like this?” He pulled down the collar of his shirt, exposing the top of his chest. A black, pentacle tattoo peaking out.

“Yeah,” I said, surprised. “She has one on her hip. How did you…?”

“It’s an anti-possession tattoo,” called Dean from the driver’s seat. “Keeps us from being possessed by demons.”

“She… she wanted me to get a matching one…” Things were starting to come together. “She thought it would be a cute mother daughter thing but… I didn’t want a tattoo…”

Dean then explained how he had come to meet my mom. He was working the same case that she was. A nest of vampires starting to form in a small town. It was easy to take care of. Minimal casualties.

“Do you know what happened to her family?” Dean asked.

“She said her parents died when she was little, and her bother died in a war.”

“Demons,” Dean said, and I caught his eyes in the rearview mirror. Something oddly familiar about the shade of green. “Possessed her parents and killed her brother. She managed to escape. Made it her mission to get revenge.”

I sat silently, everything I knew about my life seeming like a lie. My mom. One of these hunters. She did own a lot of flannel. And she always had a rosary with her though I can’t remember her ever going to church. She kept holy water above the kitchen sink and all our utensils were sterling silver.

“We’re here.” Dean broke the silence, pulling the car off to the side of the road. A rundown house was across the street. On any normal day I would just think the place was abandoned and not think twice. “Sam and I are gonna go in and take care of it. You wait here, okay?” I simply nodded, still too overwhelmed to speak.

The brothers got out of the car, the slamming of the doors reverberating in my ears. I watched them go to the trunk, rummage, then go to the house. They disappeared inside and my stress level tripled. With each second that ticked by, I felt myself tense more and more.

A loud bang came from the house that shook me to my core. I wanted to dash inside and see what was happening, but I stayed put, tapping my feet furiously to ease some of my tension.

A few seconds later I could see three figures emerging. Sam and Dean were on the outside, supporting the third who looked just like my mom.

“MOMMY!” I yelled, throwing the car door open and not bothering to shut it. I rushed to them, tears buring my eyes. The closer I got, I could tell she was hurt. She was holding her side, her hands dark with blood.

They stopped when I approached, sitting her down slowly on the ground. Sam stayed behind her for support. “Mommy,” I said softly, sobbing. “Mommy…”

“Hey, my sweet.” She reached out and stroked my cheek, her fingers sticky.

“We gotta get you to a hospital.” I looked between Sam and Dean in a panic.

“That’ll take too long, sweet,” she said.

“Then I’ll call 911 and they can come to us!”

She shook her head. “It’s ok, sweet,” she cooed. “It’s okay.”

Tears were clouding my vision as I tried to take in her every feature, scared I’d never be able to again. “We can fix this…” I said feebly. “You’ll be okay.”

“Hey,” she said, cupping my face. “Look at me. I love you, okay? I love you so much.” She winced, grabbing her side again and leaning back against Sam.

Taking her hand, I said, “I love you too, Mommy.”

“Listen to Sam and Dean,” she whispered. “They’ll help you through this. You’re strong. Remember that.”

Her hand started to slip from mine, but I wouldn’t let it. I didn’t want her to go. I stayed by her side until Dean gently guided me away.

“Is that when you came to the bunker then?” Jack asked. His eyes never left mine the whole time I spoke. They were intense and it was hard to keep his gaze.

I shook my head. “No. They took me to live with this really nice woman, Jody, for a while. She had a couple of other girls living with her. Girls who needed homes like me. I was to stay there at least until I finished school. I only had a few months left. Worst ones of my life.” I took a long swig of beer, finishing the bottle.

“I was miserable with Jody. It wasn’t her fault. She was great but I just… I wasn’t in a good mind set. And it kills me now. She did everything for me. Food, clothes, money. She’d drive me to and from school each day even though it was forty minutes out of her way. I’ve apologized for it since and she said she understands. She lost her family too. But I still feel bad.

Anyways, after high school, Jody called Dean and he came and got me. We had a long talk.”

“So,” Dean said, opening his menu. “You’re a high school graduate. How’s it feel?”

I shrugged. “Fine, I guess.” I didn’t want to go out to lunch with him. I wanted to lay in my bed at Jody’s and just spend all day watching TV and crying. Being out in public with the man who was there when my mom died wasn’t on the top of my ‘to do’ list.

“I remember high school. I was so pumped to turn eighteen, so I never had to go back.” I could tell Dean was trying to be funny, but I wasn’t feeling it.

The server came and took our order. I just wanted a simple cheeseburger. Dean, on the other hand, had to order the most complex burger on the menu.

“What did you want to talk about?” I asked, wanting to just get the whole thing over with.

He sighed, putting his hands on the table. “I wanted to talk about your mom.”

I had a feeling that’s what he was going to say so I had braced myself for it. However, it still stung deep. “What about her?” Tears started to fall from my eyes and I quickly wiped them again.

“She was a real amazing woman. But I think you already know that. I mean, look at you.” I nodded and he continued. “After… everything, Sam went through her computer to see if we could find anything about the demons that killed her.”

“I thought you said you killed them all,” I whispered, not trusting that I could speak louder without breaking down.

“We just wanted to make sure. We didn’t want to put you at risk.”

“Are they gonna come after me?” I was starting to get scared.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “We tracked and killed the ones that weren’t at the house. You’re safe. I promise.”

The way he finished, it didn’t sound finite. Like there was more he was going to say. “But?” I pressed, anxiety starting to swell within me.

“Sam found some other information.” He sighed again, leaning forward across the table. “What do you know about your dad?”

“Not a lot,” I confessed, really unsure where the conversation was going. “My mom just said he died on a hunting trip.”

“She said he was a hunter?”

“Yeah,” I shrugged. “Like deer and stuff.”

“Sam found a letter she had written should something happen to her.”

My heart stopped. “What did it say?” I demanded.

“I’m your father, Riley.”

“Y- you?” I was shaking. I never thought I’d get to meet my dad. It seemed unreal, yet… that pieces were coming together. The note saying to call Dean specifically, him being a hunter (though not the traditional kind). Looking into his eyes was like looking into a mirror.

“Me,” he said. “Val and I… we hooked up a couple times. We thought, maybe we could make something work but you don’t really get a happy ending with this life style. Neither of us wanted to put the other at risk. So, we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways and that was that. Well, I thought that was that. Clearly, it was not.”

I wasn’t sure what came over me, but I started crying. I clamped my hand over my mouth to try to maintain some dignity, but it wasn’t helping. My sobs were still coming through, loud and shaky, my body seizing with them. Too much was happening at once.

“I’m sorry,” I squeaked out, trying to regain composure. “This is a lot.”

Dean reached across and took my hand. “I know,” he said, trying to soothe me. “I didn’t know what other way to tell you.”

At that moment, the server came back with our food. She was shocked and avoiding eye contact with me when asking if we needed anything else. Dean assured her we were fine, and she left, glancing back quickly before going to the kitchen.

I picked at my food, my appetite lost. “I… What does this mean?”

“That’s up to you, kiddo.” He took a big bite out of his burger, ketchup smearing on his face. He wiped it away with a napkin before continuing. “Jody has no problem with you staying as long as you like. If you know anyone else you want to live with, I’ll gladly take ya there. Or, if you want it’s completely up to you, you can come stay with me and Sammy. We’d both really love to get to know you better.”

Nibbling on a fry, I thought it over. Jody had been so accommodating to me, a stranger who just lost her mom and wanted to make it through to graduation. She didn’t ask questions. She didn’t push. I enjoyed Alex and Claire. With time, I could see myself being okay living there.

As for anyone else, I didn’t have a lot of options. I had a few friends at school, but our friendship didn’t expand beyond the walls of the building. My mom had some friends too but no one real close. It had always just been the two of us.

I had wanted to know about my dad for as long as I could remember. Thinking he had died before I was born was hard. And now he’s here right in front of me. And I have an uncle.

“I’d like to stay with you,” I said softly, picking up my burger. “I want to get to know you and Sam too.”

“Then it’s settled.” Dean looked elated, his whole face lighting up, eyes sparkling. “We’ll get your things from Jody after lunch.”

I started picking at the beer bottle label again. The paper flicked off easily, damp with condensation. The silence between Jack and myself stretched for several minutes. He was the one to break it. “Dean loves you, you know.”

“I know,” I whispered. “He’s really been there for me the past eighteen months. Him and Sam. And I do love them. It’s just… sometimes it’s still weird to think of them as ‘Dad’ and ‘Uncle Sam’, you know? After not knowing about them for so long. And they both understand that.”

Jack nodded and reached his hands out across the table, grabbing mine. “Thank you for telling me about your mother. I know that couldn’t have been easy. Sometimes it’s hard for me to talk about my mother too.”

The comfort of Jack’s touch was instant. I wasn’t sure if that was him using some of his powers or if it was just in my mind. Either way, his touch was nice and welcomed. “I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you, Jack. It’s just… a really painful story. And I’m sorry you never got to know Kelly. I only met her a couple times, but she was a delight. So, kind. She loved you more than anything.”

Jack was getting emotional. The way he squeezed my hand and his eyes started to shine with unshed tears hurt my heart. “Hey,” I said, just above a whisper, “You wanna go to bed? You can stay with me.”

He nodded and we both got up, leaving the empty bottle on the table. Sam would most likely get up first and blame Dean for it anyway.

I walked around towards Jack, wrapping my arms around his middle. He hugged me back instantly, his soft cheek pressing against the top of my head. “I’m so happy you’re here,” he whispered, voice strained.

I pulled away and looked up at him, heart fluttering. Gently, I brushed away a few tears that had fallen. I couldn’t form the words to express what I was feeling to Jack. In this moment I felt so connected to him. He was so gentle and kind with a heart of gold. Why I pushed the idea of us being something away for so long baffles me. He’s as close to perfect as one can come.

Standing on my tiptoes, I reached up and kissed his lips. His hands rested on my hips, his fingers pushing my sleep shirt up enough for him to grab my flesh. I let out a soft gasp at the contact and he pulled away, looking concerned. “Did I hurt you?” He sounded scared.

“No.” I stepped closer until I was pressed fully against him. “I just was a bit surprised. But I liked it.” I gave him another quick kiss. “Let’s go to bed.”

We made our way to my room and snuggled under the covers. We clung to each other, needing the feel the comfort we both gave the other. No words were spoken, but they didn’t need to be. All we needed was each other. As I started to drift to sleep, I had a fleeting thought that I loved him.

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taterjoseph · 5 years

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Ebony x Erik Pt 2

Okay, so Ebony has seen Erik. She's a bit messed up, but let's see how this plays out.

Nandi POV

“Okay, let’s see what we got.” Nandi watched as her auntie laid several shades of fingernail polish. Half of them looked like they were the same color, and others were just… too much, especially the pinks. Hot pink, candy pink, super pink, fairy pink. it was all just a mess. Going for the more neutral tones she chose one that was just darker than her own skin. She’d seen her mama wear it and she liked it a lot. Nodding, Shanice went to work.

She wasn’t even two minutes into getting her nails done when the doors of the salon burst open, revealing her mother. She smiled, but it immediately went away when she saw that her mother’s face was scrunched up, almost as if she were in pain, tears falling down her face as she rushed through to the back of the salon. She started to get up, but she was pushed back into her seat, Shanice getting up and rushing where her mother was.

Shanice wasn’t even in the back a full five minutes before she came out, her eyes holding a fire that Nandi had never seen. To put it simply, Auntie Shanice was pissed. She was mumbling to herself, grabbing the nail file off of the nail stand, storming towards the door and past the group of older women who tried to stop her. Hurriedly rising to her feet, Nandi followed her Auntie at a safe distance.

“Where the fuck you at bitch?!” She gasped at her use of curse words, which was out of her character when it came to the big ones. She was just in the process of wondering who in the world Shance could have been talking about when a man rounded the corner and Shanice lunged at him.

They tussled for a minute, Shanice scratching at the man’s face and him trying to pry her off of him until they were broken apart by a tall, bald woman. Once they were separated, Shanice delivered a swift right hook to the man's face, causing him to stagger. Gasping, she watched as he recovered quickly, staring at her like it didn't phase him.

“Stay your ass away from her! You made your decision when you left here and didn't speak to her again. She doesn't need you, so go back to whatever hole you crawled out of!” Though she couldn't see the man fully, he looked familiar, even though she knew he was a stranger.

“Look, I just wanna talk to her. It ain't got shit to do with you Shanice, so get the fuck outta my way!” He tried to push her out of the way, but she stabbed at his hand with the fingernail file. He hissed, fist balling tightly.

“Stay the fuck away from her Erik. I'm not about to let you destroy her like you did when you left. You been in this bitch ten minutes and you already got my girl crying. She doesn't need this, not from you, you fuckin bum.” He glared at her as she turned away from him, freezing when she made eye contact with Nandi.

“Come on baby, lets get you back in.” As she got closer, Nandi got a good look at the man's back. His hair was curly like hers, in twists and tied away from his face. His back was wide, probably from lifting lots of weights. He was very intimidating to look at, she didn't see how her aunt got the courage to even swing on him. Feeling herself being turned around and led back to the salon, her curiosity about the man steadily increased.

When they got back inside the salon, Shanice went to work on polishing her nails instead of the style they'd previously agreed on, and iif she was honest, she was alright with that. The day was exhausting and she just wanted to go home.

Ebony

“He's my dad, isn't he?” She felt herself freeze at her daughter's question. After the whole drama at the nail salon, she was nowhere near being in the mood to cook any meals of any kind, so they went out for Nandi's choice, which was an old soul food place close to her old house and Oakland.

Placing her fork next to her plate, she cleared her throat, taking a good look at her daughter. This was big, likely much bigger than Nandi thought. It wasn't finally admitting to her that Santa Claus isn't real, or telling her the truth about her hamster that had been living an unnaturally long lifespan of seven years. It was her father. Just thinking of it gave her an odd feeling. She had a daughter with Erik Stevens. She had birthed an incredible, beautiful, intelligent black child with an incredible, handsome, and intelligent black man.

“We met when I was a little bit older than you,” she started, feeling Nandi's eyes on her as she talked. “It was actually kind of funny how we met.” With that, she allowed her mind to wander off to her first day in Oakland.

…

“Daddy why I gotta stay her with Uncle Ray?” Eboni pouted as she stared at her father, who was kneeling in front of her. What was supposed to be a vacation to show her where he grew up before he met her mother and moved to Birmingham to be with her head turned into a goodbye.

“Listen here, Ebony,” he started, grabbing her small hands into him much larger ones, his thumbs rubbing small circles in her palms. “It's not safe for you back home, but it will be in a little while. Uncle Ray is gonna keep you safe and I will call you every week, you understand?” She nodded, wiping tears from her eyes as she stared at him.

“When are you gonna come back?” She had never been away from home, away from her parents. Wherever they went, she went. His face told her that he wouldn't be back any time soon, but her young mind held onto the prospect of such a thing. Even if it was a fool's hope, it was hope nonetheless.

Much to her younger self's disappointment, he never answered her question, simply leaning forwards and planting a kiss on her cheek and pulling her close to his body. She wanted that moment to last forever, but a snickering caught her attention.

Separating from her father, she followed the source of the sound, making eye contact with a boy sitting on his porch. He was wearing A tee shirt with the sleeves cut out, accompanied by baggy jeans and sneakers. Blushing off her dress, she walked up to the fence separating his yard from her uncle's.

“Is something funny?” He cocked an eyebrow at her sudden attitude, raising his hands in surrender, a chuckle sounding behind her as her father placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Ebony, this is Erik. Me and his mama were really good friends when we were kids. I hope you two can be really good friends, too.” She looked up at her father with a confused expression before turning back to the boy who had laughed at her.!Erik. It was a nice name. Simple and to the point. It started with an E, just like hers, though not as unique. Sighing, she walked up to him, sticking out her hand. “I guess it's nice to meet you.” Even she almost cringed at how icy she sounded, but there was no turning back.

He narrowed his eyes at her, crossing his arms over his chest. “I ain't trying to be friends with no stuck up lil church girl.” she gaped at him, fuming at his audacity. Placing her free hand on her hip, she leveled him with her harshest glare. “Now of I come over there and bat the piss outchu, you'll think I did you wrong. Somebody had to raise you better than that, acting like you ain't got no sense or home training.” His eyes were the size of saucers as she turned around and stormed towards the house, her father not far behind, chuckling to himself as he went.

…

Nandi laughed loudly as her mother recounted her story, wiping her mouth with her napkin, having mashed yams on her face. She couldn't believe her mother had even said anything like that to him.

“All this time, Nana had been telling me that I act like this because of my daddy, and all along, it's because I act like you!’’ shaking her head, Ebony went back to eating her food, waiting for Nandi to get herself together.

“Is it bad that I kind of want to meet him?” that wasn't surprising, but her heart still beat like crazy. Nandi was young and she was curious, all children were, but meeting Erik was a big step, a giant one. She didn't know if she was ready to share Nandi when she'd been just hers for so long. Introducing Erik would change everything, and she wasn't sure she wanted to do that.

“I think,” she started off, careful to choose her next words wisely. “I think that in order for you to grow as a person, it has to happen. I can't deny that it makes me feel a bit odd to imagine you and him meeting one another, but I can't take that opportunity away from you. Do I want you to meet him?” She pondered on that for a few minutes before answering. “No, I don't want you to meet him. I want everything to stay as or was, I want him to go back to wherever he came from and never have him bother me or us again.” She knew she had her full attention, and she couldn't deny that it was nice.

“When he left, I didn't know I was pregnant. I was fresh out of college, had just secured an internship at this office that looked promising, I was good. Erik was off to the Navy, and it was almost like he disappeared off of the face of the earth. No one had heard from him, no one had seen him, it was like he was a ghost, like he never even existed. When I found out that I was pregnant, I had no idea what to do. I was by myself on this one. Granddaddy and Uncle Ray helped, but it wasn't the same, you know?” Nandi seened completely engrossed in her mother's words, food forgotten as she placed her arms on the table, resting her head there.

“Were you mad at him?” It was such an innocent question, with a simple answer, but she found it hard to answer it. It felt odd, having such a conversation with an eight year old, but she was very mature, so Ebony felt it was alright to discuss certain things with her.

“Baby, mad isn't the word for what I was.” She chuckled, running her fingers through her hair. “I was angrier than I had ever been in my entire life. Here I was, twenty-four; a single black woman who had no earthly idea where in the literal world the father of my baby was. I had a low paying job and I didnt even live on my own. With every doctor's appointment, every time I heard your heartbeat, every push, and every night I was up five and six times to feed, change, and tend to a newborn, I got angrier and angrier.”

“But,” she said, holding up a finger, catching the child's full attention from her likely wandering thoughts. “Being a mother is the best thing that could have ever happened to me and I wouldn't change any of it for a second. I really became a more patient and tolerant woman. I became completely independent and I learned to grind harder than I ever had, just for you,” she said, reaching over and pinching her cheeks softly, making the much younger girl smile widely. Leaning back, she went back to her food before her bladder let her know that it needed to be attended to. She jumped up so abruptly that she didn't even notice Nandi reaching over and grabbing her phone off of the table.

Looks like Nana is up to something. Whew chillay, this child is finna stir up some shit.

#n'jadaka x oc #n'jadaka x reader #n'jadaka #n'jobu #killmonger x reader #killmonger #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger #black panther imagine #blackpantherimagine #blackpanther #black panther #michael b jordan #erik killmonger x oc #killmonger x oc #erik imagine #erik x oc #erik stevens

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iluvzfewdnstoreyz · 5 years

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Keep reading.

So when I was in my teens along my big sis, and cousin we decided to play the oujia bard

At 1st we were just messing around with each-other then we got serious lights off just a couple candles..

we came into contact with something claiming to be our grandparents but found out it was a lil girl that my sister had actually saw before.. and one of my brothers also seen her before.. so we came to the point to burn the board and stop playing. After all this I just have this really heavy feeling in me and I’m not sure why..

That night we bunked in my sisters room cause we were a lil freaked out. My big sis fell asleep right away so did my cousin.. and all of sudden this raspy voice say something, and it’s like right by my ear so I’m stiff at this point not knowing what it just said or what is was.. I told them the next morning but only scared them even more..

So fast forward to a week or 2 ahead still got that heavy feeling.. I was having dreams that someone was following me, but every time I looked back all I saw was this black skinny looking thing hiding behind something so it made sure I didn’t see it.. but I did barely.. So then a week later still got the heavy feeling and at this time I’m also going thru some hard times mentally.. and I have this horrible dream! I’m in my room and all of a sudden this huge and I mean huge like bigger then big foot probably and just bulky to and all black with white glowing eyes was watching over me and it started to come to me and to overcome me and I’m dreaming but I’m also getting chocked and I can’t get out of my dream I’m freaking out at this point trying to kick scream anything but not working. I finally got out of it (idk how). I woke up taking a big breath and just trying to pull myself together turned on all the lights stayed up for as long as I could told my mom.. she almost beat me

(cause I told her bout the board) but then she grabbed the sage and started doing her thing.

Then a week later I’m in this dream my family is almost home so its just me and my lil sis in the house but I sense something really bad coming.. something started knocking on our back door like real hard then it went to pounding so I’m like this isn’t right we have to hide so I lock me and my sister into a closet and I hear my mom and dad come in thru the front.. but something still isn’t right. So I go back into my room and everything starts flying I mean everything.. so my mom was like I gotta go to the church right now and I tell her wait for me. But she’s out the door and already taking off in the car.. my dad is in there protecting my sis and as I’m chasing down my moms car but stop cause she was too fast.. so I’m at this stop sign just thinking of what to do.. Then this snake pops out of no where and is slowly coming to me trying to bite me.. and then I see him.. Jesus.. he’s telling me to read this bible verse and everything I’m going through will be gone because he’s gonna protect me from now on.. and i keep telling him the snake is getting closer and is gonna bite me. He said “don’t worry, keep reading and the snake will disappear..” and it did.. at that time I was honestly starting to believe in satan.. because everything was just bad for me mentally.. and I was just really hitting the lowest of the low.. and having that dream really was an eye opener..

so after all this no more boards for me!!

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dreamsanddreams88 · 5 years

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Bradley Cooper was jesus, had 2 watch him get crucified to the back of a door by some nuns, fuckin brutal

Walkkn thru a blizzard, lil white kitten follows us, we stay in rando house but then next day a baby polar bear is outside. I try to make it go for this smaller lady, then try to lock it in the house. Cant call zoo cuz no phone service

I lived on wildwood. Roommate was matthew broderick and his 2 lil girls, i made some reference to ferris buellher and he laughed. Playing pool with kat and alex, then they disappear. Freak out, run to his house which is kaitlyn allen's old house down the street, crying, dont see his car, assume theyre on a date? Then at weird restaurant, and mema smiths house, she was getting real senile. She asked about the broadchurch case, told her story wasnt real and it was a show, she kept calling the guy a skank. Ppl meeting at her house to tell her off, i tried to stay to vacuum but the thing was all taken apart. Then some disaster happened, lizzees name was philia and lost her phone, izzy had it, kept calling her cuz i thought maybe she was dead. We were by the coast, parents didnt have much food except old bananas. Me and mom saw a bunch of rainbows, weird ones that were only red and blue, some were full circles or straight lines

In mummy movies, pharoah had 2 mistresses. It was that weird part where they duel in past lives, turned into sexy fight with emily blunt. Then i lived with a lil old lady, left on thanksgiving. Turned into my mom and joe rohl was her son still living at home

Knew korra and asami irl, they broke up and i wanted to make a move. Watching pokemon with matthew, bumpin afroman in my car. Then at alex's apt, he suddenly gets picked up for work early w no warning

Was in creepy haunting of hill house type place with family during storm, really freaked out talm bout the babadook. Then amongst fantasy nations at war, some were tryna negotiate but really just a grab for power, Medici was there maybe?

Lauren was at motel/airport for christmas maybe, i was with her in laundromat area. She was leaving, had weird bruises, said chris died that morning so she had to leave early. Hugs from guys from supernatural? Then at papa d's funeral, in beeeeautiful cave type room, mossy, 2 waterfalls.

Was watching/part of the 4th season of avatar no one knew about where zuko could take away bending. Then i was with alex and a group staying in a house, i was in separate house for some reason. Alex was in one with tori, some blonde girl from hs, and maybe matthew or stretch? Got suspicious of him and other girls, they all shared a room with multiple beds. I wanted to shower in their room cuz i hadnt yet but let tori have it before me

Was in a skyrim game with crew, in a place like crocker. There was a glitch where u could dump swords and switch characters/saves and pick up swords.

In church castle type place, a giant outside was smashing stuff tryna eat me, i hid inside a dumbwaiter

At cispus in cold cold cafeteria, the whole group was in trouble for something. Then staying at the doornbos lake house w family, lauren playing mario games, then hiking round snowy mountains maybe looking 4 hot springs??

At hobbiton theme park thing, tryna shoplift from gift shop with lauren. Then at cispis cafe, had to poo but bathroom stalls super wide and girls had beds across from the stalls. Then at mom and dads house at night, closing blinds but a chimp runs thru the yard, opens door, chases me thru house

Lots of dreams about mystic & rider books, like they were tryna get to spot in forest where animals would congregate, lose trail cuz the Lestra was hunting them. Then found Kats diary, tryna read it for stuff about alex. Then in harry potter, time travel to last book where voldy is at the school, mixed with snape, tryna stop him

Fighting against final boss but IRL and with wood shovels? There were 2 of them, one guy with like 10 flailing, and 1 big sauron type dude. Eventually won, broke shovels, throw stuffed animals at guys face

In a big field, biiiiiig white parachute game going on, colors n stuff projected onto it. Ppl get lifted way into air by it and then fall. Kristen bastug and andrea pay me to get them a lil section of parachute that makes a picture, cant do it for kristen. Tell her that before leaving with owen in work truck

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The Disappearance of Georgie Denbrough (6/10)

Title: The Disappearance of Georgie Denbrough

Length ~60.8k (~5.4k for this part)

Summary: The summer between junior and senior year of high school, Bill’s little brother Georgie goes missing.

Warnings: It’s relatively canon-typical in terms of content. For this part there’s explicit language, violence, and some kisssssssing and a lil cheesy villain dialogue

Pairings: eventual Richie/Eddie and Ben/Beverly

A/N: oh h*ck this is one of my fave chapters I hope you guys like it! also posted to my ao3 here (much more readable tbh) Previous Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

“Richie, why the hell are you here? It’s barely after eight. I didn’t know you woke up any later than ten-thirty.”

Stan had already been dressed for the day for a little while, so Richie didn't really get why his friend was so surprised to see him. Besides, the words weren’t true anyway; Richie had to be conscious at five forty-five to make it down the trellis in time for Sonia Kaspbrak’s Six O’clock Son Check-in Ceremony. He couldn’t be there for that.

“I'm here because I know you already went to the Jewish Church--”

“Synagogue.”

“--for all your religious fun time, but your parents are gonna be there for a couple more hours. So I figured we could hang. Chat. Plus!” He adjusted an invisible monocle. “I am absolutely smeckish, my old chap! You do have sustenance, I presume.”

“Peckish.” Stan corrected, standing back to let Richie inside. “I don't think 'smeckish’ is a word in any version of the English language.”

“My dear Stanley, didn't you know I was speaking French?”

Stan gave him a grin and let out a fast breath through his nose, which in Richie's book, was completely raucous laughter from his friend, turning to head to the kitchen.

“That’s been a French accent this whole time?”

Richie bounded up to walk next to him, turning up his palms and shrugging.

“Who's to say?”

Stan laughed properly at that. Richie helped himself to the half-full pot of coffee Stan's parents must have left behind, counting the number of teaspoons of sugar he put in, able to point at Stan without looking when his expression changed to one of vaguely disgusted disbelief.

“I can't just drink it plain.” He protested. “I refuse to drink plain bean water.” It was too bitter and acidic.

“Okay, but all that sugar can’t be any better.”

“Whatever, it’s manlier than the hot chocolate you drink all the time.”

“Debatable.” Stan ran a hand through his curls. “This is what Eddie has to deal with constantly? He must have been a saint in his past life.”

“That little firecracker? Nah. He was definitely a stripper.”

Stan’s eyebrows shot up his forehead.

“Nobody wants that but you.” He said, and while Richie hadn’t genuinely been thinking about it before, just saying something he thought would be funny, he was definitely thinking about it now. He pushed the mental image from his mind, willing his face to stay a neutral color and scoffed, keeping his mouth covered by his mug.

“What, would you prefer Bill?”

Stan promptly choked on what Richie could only assume was his tongue and Richie grinned in satisfaction. Stan hastened to change the subject.

“This is stupid. Didn’t you say you wanted to… Chat, or something? About what?”

Richie swallowed. This was as good a time as any, he supposed. Nerves sat heavily in his stomach, churning like molten lead, and he placed the coffee back on the kitchen counter without having drunk it. He suddenly felt as though he just might throw up on Stan, but he reminded himself that he wanted to do this.

“Stan. The. Man.” Richie sat down slowly next to him, his feet in cadence with his words. Right foot, left foot, then his butt touched the chair. “I have something I need to tell you. Or… I just wanted to tell you first, because if I don’t say something to someone soon I think I’m going to explode.”

“Then talk, because I don’t want Richie guts all over my kitchen.”

“Eh.” Richie made a show of looking around. “Might liven up the place.”

Stan simply looked at him, expectant, and Richie could tell Stan knew he was stalling. Richie was nervous to talk to Stan about as often as Bill managed to say a full sentence, so Stan must know something was up. The last time Richie remembered feeling this way was years ago, after meeting Stan’s parents for the first time and wanting desperately for them to like him. He’d asked Stan what they’d thought, and Stan had been honest--“loud and messy, but he seems okay”--and Richie realized he appreciated the honesty more than a lie that could perhaps have been kinder.

Stan would be genuine with him; that’s why Richie was here. His fingers twitched, and he wished he had something to busy his hands with.

“I’ve been… I dunno, thinking lately.” He began.

“Hurt yourself?” Stan asked him. “It’s usually hard to do things for the first time.”

“Fuck off.” Richie grinned back, but the expression dropped off his face almost at once. “A couple of days ago, I kinda… Well… I’m in love with Eddie.”

There, he said it. He’d repeated it over and over on his own the day before, until there was a stupid smile on his face, but this was different. This was a confession. He swallowed, waiting a beat, gathering the courage to look Stan in the face.

Stan had barely reacted, simply staring at him, the minor tilt of his eyebrows making him look slightly incredulous. Silence stretched between them--it probably didn't last for more than a couple seconds, but to Richie it felt like years--before he couldn’t take it anymore, nausea curling in his stomach, heat rising to his face in a splotchy flush as he sprang to his feet.

“Fuck Stan, if you’re so goddamn disgusted then I’ll just let myself out.”

He turned to the door, Stan’s hand closing in a vice-like grip around his wrist before he could take a step. He wheeled around to face his friend, wrenching his arm back.

“Don’t touch--”

“Shut up, Richie. I didn’t fucking say anything like that. I just… You really are an idiot, aren’t you?”

Richie kept his mouth closed, his lips pressed into a thin line, but his nostrils flared.

“I just thought you already knew.” Stan explained. “I mean… If I could tell, I thought it would be obvious to the person actually in the situation.”

“You could tell? Since when?”

“When was the first time you called him cute? That was like…” Stan pretended to think back, counting on his fingers to nothing in particular. “...what, the first day you saw him?”

“Fuck off.” Richie said again, the phrase holding about as much malice as it had the first time: none, with a side of embarrassment. “Is this going to be old news to everybody but me?”

Stan shrugged. That was a question he didn’t have an answer for.

“Either way, we all love you back, Richie. Even Eddie, I think. So don’t worry so much about it.”

Richie’s stomach flipped over itself and he sat back down for a moment, going over each of Stan’s words, letting them wash away all of the pent up anxiety in his chest. Stan gave him an amused, sympathetic sort of look and put an arm awkwardly around his shoulders, giving him a quick squeeze before walking towards the stove.

“You said you were hungry?”

“Always!” Richie called back, loud to an unnecessary degree, hopping to his feet to help. He couldn’t stop grinning, the aftershocks of his nerves making him shaky and jittery for a solid twenty minutes, despite Stan’s reassurances that really, he was stupid to be so concerned in the first place.

“What had you so freaked out?” Stan asked as Richie took a huge bite of toast, using his other hand to stab scrambled eggs onto his fork. “Have any of us ever given an indication that we would be less than completely okay with it? I mean, Eddie came out to us a couple years ago, and we were fine then.”

The toast suddenly felt like cardboard in Richie's mouth, Stan watching his expression critically. Richie watched his friend put his fork down in realization.

“You aren't okay with it.” He remarked.

“No, no, it's not that.” Richie said quickly, and for once Stan didn't criticize him for speaking with food in his mouth. “I just… Didn't think… It's just different, you know, than what I thought about myself. I talk about macking on girls all the time, and my parents have made it pretty clear how they feel, and…”

“Eddie's mom.” Stan added, and Richie swallowed.

“Yeah, Eddie's mom. D'you think this is why she hates me?”

“No.”

The bluntness in Stan’s answer made Richie laugh a little, shrugging needlessly and leaning back in his chair. He kept his eyes on the table.

“But anyway, I dunno. I'm pretty sure I’m still into girls and stuff, but I just had this moment where I really wanted to kiss him the other day, and…” Richie was back in the moment, Eddie's body pressed against his in the darkness, Eddie’s head resting against his shoulder, Eddie’s lips light, just barely there against the side of his neck. “I don’t even know what to do. I’m a fucking smitten kitten.”

“Yeah.” To Richie’s surprise, there was a smile on Stan’s face. “You are.”

“Fuck off.” Richie told him for the third time that morning, Stan laughing a little bit. The house phone rang and Stan got to his feet to answer it, and Richie going back to finishing up his breakfast.

“Oh, hey Bill. What happened?”

Richie watched Stan’s expression, frowning as he watched Stan do the same.

“Nothing? Are you sure? But--” Stan’s eyes went wide. “Bill, if he was in your house--no!”

“What’s going on?” Richie asked, but Stan disregarded him.

“I know what I said, but… No, you aren’t going by yourself. No, you and Beverly aren’t going alone.”

“Whatever it is, I’ll come too!” Richie yelled, Stan turning to him with a look that clearly told him he wasn’t helping.

“...yes, Richie’s here. No, because this is stupid.”

Then Stan was silent for a long while, his face becoming increasingly unsettled.

“Bill… Fine. We’ll meet you there.”

“What’s up?” Richie asked. Stan looked a little too green to finish his last piece of toast so Richie ate it for him, talking around the buttered bread. “Where are we going?”

Stan looked as though even saying the name was a bad idea, but he did it anyway.

“The Neibolt house.”

Mike hadn’t ever been to the Neibolt house, but upon first glance he knew that he would be happy to never see it again. It was dark and scary, and he found himself wishing he’d brought something--anything--to defend himself with. He was second to last to arrive, standing in the front yard with the rest of his friends, Beverly approaching just as Bill finished his explanation of the previous day’s events.

“We really shouldn’t be here.” Eddie said quickly. “I mean… A guy died here, Bill. Yesterday. Doesn’t that freak you out?”

“Besides, the message told you to stay away. This is the exact opposite.” Ben pointed out. “Couldn’t that be bad?”

“If I-I-I don’t t-try to get G-Georgie out, no one e-e-else will.” Bill said. His fists were clenched. “I’m going inside, w-w-whether you’re with m-me or not. But…” He looked around at them. Richie, who was already standing by Bill’s left side, stepped closer and put an arm around his shoulders.

“Lead the way, chieftain!”

Bill gave Richie a hesitant smile. Beverly stepped up too, then Eddie, then Ben. Mike glanced over at Stan, who looked back. It was fairly evident that Stan didn’t want to do this, and didn’t want to be here, but he looked painfully conflicted. Mike felt the same way, but he knew they had to help.

“We’re all in.” He said, keeping eye contact with Stan until he nodded. Then he turned to Bill. “Let’s do this, I guess.”

Bill nodded, then led the way up the front steps. Ben and Beverly were stationed outside the front door, mostly to keep a lookout in case any cops showed up. Stan and Mike himself were in charge of looking around the first floor, while Bill, Richie, and Eddie were headed for the stairs.

“B-be careful.” Bill warned them all. “Watch y-your step, and stuff.”

The only inside light was the sun coming in through cracks in the boarded up windows. The floor creaked as they crossed the threshold, and Mike looked around. Aside from some blood on the floor that looked fairly new, it was apparent that everything else about the place was incredibly old. The house looked as though it had been abandoned for longer than Mike had been alive. The three exploring upstairs continued on, and Mike was left to pick through the dusty kitchen with Stan.

“Be careful.” Stan was murmuring to himself, his voice disbelieving. “Right. In this place.”

“I didn’t misread that, did I?” Mike had to ask. “You did want to come in, right?”

“Well, ideally, none of this would be happening. It would be a normal summer, and we'd be out at the quarry, or dragging Richie out of the arcade to see a movie, or…” His voice was increasing in pitch as he spoke, so he stopped to calm down, letting his shoulders fall. “But yeah. I want to help, this is just…”

“Just fucking insane.” Mike offered. “I know.”

Stan sighed, walking over to the fireplace and looking in.

“This place really does seem empty.” He remarked, just as a bang and muffled curse sounded from upstairs.

“Richie?” Stan asked loudly.

“Fuck. Shit! That hurt.” Richie continued loudly, the gaps between the old floorboards making it easy to hear. It was Bill that called down to them.

“Watch for t-t-tripwires!” He said, Stan closing his eyes.

“Fucking tripwires. Who set all this shit up? There’s a bear trap over here next to the couch.” He gestured, Mike walking over to look, frozen in place when another noise came from the second story of the Neibolt house. That one was an obvious door slam, a strangled scream being very quickly cut off.

“Eddie!” Richie’s voice, frantic, then more slamming sounds. Both Bill and Richie started yelling Eddie’s name, Mike turning towards the stairs to help when Stan grabbed his arm. He pointed up, directly above them, and when Mike fell silent he could hear it. Heavy, cadenced footsteps, with the steady sound of something being dragged across the floorboards. Eddie.

Then the spot where Eddie was became a mass of pounding noises, the sound of a struggle, so sudden and violent that Mike nearly jumped out of his skin. Wood splintered and the floor above them cracked, pieces of debris crashing onto the dining table next to them. Mike shoved Stan one way and ran the other as an entire chunk of ceiling collapsed, Eddie falling through on his back, a figure overtop of him. They completely flattened the table in a tumultuous amount of sound, dust exploding out in a blinding haze.

For a moment, as the air settled, everything was silent. Mike was able to see the scene in the kitchen as the dust cleared, a sickening jolt of fear lurching in his stomach. Stan was standing, wide-eyed and trembling, no less than a foot away from the collapsed dining table. Aside from a few stray cuts though, he seemed mostly unscathed. Eddie was on his back, looking dazed and barely conscious, his right arm unnaturally bent and held aloft by the person standing over him. It was a man, his feet planted solidly as though having landed that way, his outfit dirty grey and ruffly, with a flash of cartoonishly bright orange hair.

The clown turned to look at Stan in a slow, mechanical movement.

“Hello.” He said, grinning wildly.

Stan scrambled backwards in panic, the clown giggling loudly and turning back to Eddie. He shook Eddie’s broken arm, but only a faint sound came from Eddie’s lips as he kicked his feet, still fighting, trying to twist away.

“No more screaming? That’s just no fun.” The clown--Pennywise, it had to be Pennywise--let Eddie’s arm fall, the limb hitting Eddie’s chest uselessly. A crash came from the staircase and Bill and Richie were there, Richie vaulting over the banister with Bill fast on his heels.

“Eddie--!”

Pennywise turned on his heel, Mike taking advantage of the distraction to lunge forward and grab one of the disconnected table legs. Before he could talk himself out of it he swung, cracking the wood across the back of the clown’s head. It splintered on impact and Pennywise stumbled away, giving himself a few good shakes. When he turned to the five of them, there was a smile on his lips but his eyes looked murderous.

“Who thought that would be funny?” He asked. “That wasn’t funny.” He took a step towards them and Mike began backing away, tripping over Bill’s legs and grabbing at the wall for leverage. Pennywise set his eyes on Eddie, whose eyelids were fluttering, his grip tight on Richie’s shirt.

“At least let me finish what I started.” He said, almost as though the request was something reasonable, picking up an oversized serving fork from a pile of silverware that had been lying on the counter next to him. He bent, as though trying to lower himself to their level, then began to advance.

He didn’t get far. With a wild yell, Ben and Beverly jumped into the house, Bev holding a rusted metallic rod. It was pointed at one end like a picket for a fence, and she took the spiked end, plunging it in the clown’s direction. It pierced through his thigh and he roared in anger, swiping at her. Ben stepped in the way, the fork sharper than it looked, ripping through the fabric of his shirt and into his chest. Pennywise was bleeding badly, limping as he retreated backwards from the kitchen, and once he had left the room the air felt incredibly still.

“Don’t let him get away!” Bill shouted desperately, scrambling to his feet and running after the clown, ignoring Beverly’s call after him.

“We need to get the fuck out of here.” Richie’s voice was high in panic. He’d pulled Eddie into his lap as much as he could, the smaller teen now unconscious. “Bill’s the only one that drove here.”

Nodding in understanding, Mike rushed off the way Bill had gone. He found him in a dark back room, pounding at what looked like a manhole cover.

“H-h-h-h-he’s down here!” Bill protested when Mike grabbed at his shoulders to pull him away. “H-h-he--”

“We need to leave.” There were tear tracks through the storm of dust on Bill’s face, his eyes wide, and Mike held his gaze. “Listen. We need to go. Eddie needs help, and you’re the one that drove. We need to get him to a hospital, do you hear me?”

Bill was breathing rapidly, but after a few seconds he let out a shuddering breath and nodded. They returned to find everyone leaving, Eddie in Richie’s arms, Stan helping support Ben down the front steps. Bill offered up his keys, and he looked so unfit to drive that Mike took them. Mike didn’t know how to drive though, and eventually the keys made their way into Beverly’s hands, and they were speeding down the street.

Everyone at the hospital knew Eddie by name, and when Sonia Kaspbrak arrived none of them were allowed to stay. She cursed them all thoroughly in the parking lot, their feeble protests only infuriating her further before she stormed inside.

“O-o-okay.” Bill was taking breaths, looking as though he was processing and calming down, his chest still heaving slightly. Stan looked like the exact opposite was happening to him, his body stock still, his eyes a little too wide. Ben had stopped bleeding, and Richie was a desperately anxious, restless mess. “Okay.”

Everyone looked at him, and he looked back until he realized they were waiting for him to speak.

“I saw the w-well he went into.” He said. “So now w-w-w-we know where he is. When we g-g-go back--”

“Go back?” Richie echoed. He sounded stunned. “Go back? Are you fucking insane?!”

“Richie, n-next time--”

“No! No next time, Bill! You know that I would follow you blind into a minefield but this was a fucking shitshow! We are not doing this again.”

“Rich--”

“No!” Richie said again, even louder. “What part of this are you not getting, Bill? Ben's all ripped to shit again, that monster could've gotten any of us, almost killed Eddie… How could you possibly be thinking--”

“What about G-Georgie?”

“What about him?”

The question caught Bill off guard, simply staring at him for a few moments in disbelief. Tension hung dangerously in the air.

“H-h-he’s there, he's in that house--”

“No, Bill. You're fucking delusional. No one is there except that goddamn clown. It's been weeks, okay? Georgie's dead, and you will be too if you keep this shit up.”

The entire group was wide-eyed. Bill's lips twisted in anger and he shoved Richie in the chest, sending him stumbling backwards into Stan.

“You fucking t-t-t-take that back.”

Richie pushed him back, following up and getting in Bill's face. Mike felt his arms tense, readying himself to grab Richie if it looked like he needed to be held back.

“You couldn't save him Bill, but you could still save yourself.”

“Take it back!”

“Stop it!” Beverly shouted, but before any of them could react, Bill swung and punched Richie in the face. Richie stumbled backwards and fell, looking enraged, leaping to his feet like a bottle rocket and lunging in Bill's direction. Mike grabbed at him, Stan doing the same on the other side. Richie struggled, his elbow nearly hitting Mike in the nose.

“Fine! Hunt down a fucking clown! But stop trying to get us killed too, and if you care at all, about any of us, don't make us watch.”

Then he wrenched himself free and was gone. Stan followed after him, though Mike doubted he would be able to catch up. As much as Mike hated to admit it, he felt himself siding with Richie; there wasn't a logical way to look at this situation and think that going back to Neibolt was a good idea. He made to leave as well, Beverly calling after him in surprise.

“Mike?”

“This is bad, guys.” Mike shook his head. “I'm an outsider. Always have been. And it's pretty obvious that this town doesn't want me, either. I'm sorry.”

Knowing he wouldn't be able to stand the expression on Bill's face, Mike didn't look back as he walked away.

The first thing Eddie registered was pain. It started as a dull ache in his right arm, but the more his brain returned to consciousness, the more it hurt. His face twisted slightly into a wince but he didn’t want to wake up yet, remembering that his arm was broken. He thought back, remembering his mother stuffing him with pills and leading him up to his room to sleep. A little further back, he remembered leaving the hospital. He remembered opening his eyes in a hospital bed, his mother’s face looming over him. The longer into his memory he searched, the hazier the moments got, and he nearly gave up.

Then the clown was there, right behind his eyelids, grinning madly and closing a gloved hand around Eddie’s throat. He gasped, his eyes flying open, trying desperately to sit up. Pain shot up his arm when he attempted to use it and he fell back against his pillows, struggling breaths in through gritted teeth.

“Eddie! Eddie. You’re okay. You’re home. It’s fine.”

Richie’s voice, fingers tangling with his own in the darkness. Lips pressed gently to his knuckles and Eddie looked around, seeing Richie sitting next to his bed on the desk chair he’d pulled up. He was doused in the silver moonlight streaming through the open window blinds, reaching up with his free hand and brushing Eddie’s hair back from his forehead.

“You’re okay.” He murmured, his breath warm against Eddie’s knuckles, Eddie feeling the panic in his chest subsiding.

“Richie.” He said quietly, loosening his hold on Richie’s hand, hoping he hadn’t hurt him, and Richie gave him a small sort of smile.

“The one and only.”

Then he broke eye contact and sat up straighter, trying to pull away, but Eddie gripped his hand again, unwilling to let him go. Richie resigned himself to the contact and let their hands rest on Eddie’s bedspread, looking at him with concern.

“How are you feeling, Spaghetti Man?”

“I’m fine.” Eddie lied. Richie’s gaze flicked pointedly to his cast. “Okay, my arm hurts. But other than that I really am fine. Stop looking at me like I'm dying. I don't have cancer or something dumb like that.”

Richie chuckled a bit, his voice incredibly soft.

“What about everyone else?” Eddie assumed they were alright, thinking that otherwise Richie would have already told him, and Richie shrugged a little.

“Okay. Nothing too bad. Stan has a few splinters in his face from when you did that swan dive through the second story floor and scared the shit out of everyone.”

Richie’s mention of the moment drew Eddie back into it, the clown gripping his arm and knocking his feet out from under him, Eddie able to regain his wits just enough to kick and flail, not that it had helped much. Richie squeezed his fingers gently, bringing him back to the present.

“Ben kinda got cut up again, but not as much as the first time. Come to think of it, he’s probably going to have some pretty badass scars when everything heals over. Maybe I should get on that, see if I can get Bowers to try to kill me so I can look badass too.”

“It wouldn’t take much persuading.” Eddie remarked, and the little jab had Richie beaming at him. The motion caused his cheekbones to catch the light and Eddie noticed something, frowning.

“What happened to your face?”

“This handsome mug? It’s a blessing and a curse.”

“No, you have a bruise.” He pointed. Richie reached up and touched the injury, making himself wince. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah Eds, I’m fine.” Richie both looked and sounded slightly incredulous. “You aren’t in any state to worry about me.”

“What happened?”

“I…” Richie looked down at their entwined hands. “I had a fight with Bill. He punched me. Knocked me on my ass, to be honest.”

“Wait, what?” Eddie tried to sit up but couldn’t, Richie letting him go to help him upright. “When? Why?”

“It was after we’d dropped you off at the hospital.” Now that Richie's hands were free his fingers were searching for something to fiddle with, restless. “I was scared. We all trusted him, and he led us into that place. He let this happen to you.”

“He didn’t let this happen to me.” Eddie said sharply. “We all knew it wasn’t safe. And I’m fine, remember?”

“But he wants to go back!” Richie ran his fingers roughly through his hair, tugging at the curls that didn’t cooperate. “That fucking clown almost killed you, and he wants to go back.”

“His brother…” Eddie began, but Richie was biting hard on his lip, shaking his head.

“I want to help him, of course I do, but… I can’t lose you, Eds. I love you too much. I couldn't take it.”

“Richie…” Eddie wanted to comfort him, but didn’t know what to say. That was usually Richie’s job; they’d reached the point in any serious conversation of theirs where Richie would crack some stupid joke, break the tension, ruin the moment. But when Richie continued to stay silent, simply searching his eyes, Eddie felt the words crash over him again. “You’re serious.” He breathed.

Richie nodded, looking nervous, his eyes falling to Eddie’s blankets where he found a stray string, picking at it.

“I’m in love with you. I think I have been for a while, but I'm just a fucking idiot.” He laughed a little, looking beautiful and vulnerable all at once, and it was so surreal that Eddie felt tears stinging his eyes.

“I swear Tozier, if this is some fucking joke, or--” His voice was thick and choked up and he cut himself off, hating the way it sounded. Richie looked worried, his hands hovering around Eddie's face as though wanting to console him but not knowing how.

“Shit, am I not doing this right?” He asked. “I'm not just saying this because some chucklefuck bastard tried to kill you. I was going to tell you anyway. I talked to Mike, and Ben, and Stan about it, and… I'm in love with you, Eddie, and I wanted you to know.”

Eddie didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to say, not trusting that his voice would work even if he tried. He'd never allowed himself to fantasize about “what if”s, thinking it was too unrealistic and that it would hurt too much, and now he was completely unprepared.

Richie, always bad with silences, was already backing away. He was retreating into himself, the beginnings of panic starting to show on his face. Eddie, still hopelessly stunned, did the only thing he could think of. He grabbed Richie by his shirt front and kissed him.

It was clumsy. Eddie pulled him in with too much force, their noses smushed together uncomfortably, and with Richie completely still against him, Eddie was suddenly terrified that he’d gone too fast. Pushed too hard. But he didn’t want to pull away, desperate not to ruin this moment, and a heartbeat later Richie completely melted against him.

First kisses weren’t perfect, but at the same time, this one was. Richie’s lips were slightly chapped, rough as they slid over Eddie’s, and it was all Eddie had not to sigh against his mouth. He reached up to thread his fingers softly through Richie’s hair, and at his touch Richie drew back, speechless.

“Wow, Eds.” He finally said, and Eddie had to blush at the coarseness in Richie’s voice. “You kiss almost as well as your mom.”

Eddie stared him in the face for a full ten seconds, Richie breaking down into giggles five seconds in.

“Fuck you, Trashmouth.”

“Is that an invitation?”

Eddie punched him in the arm and Richie jumped him, wrapping him completely in a hug. They collapsed on the bed together in a messy pile of limbs and Eddie heard himself laugh, Richie pressing a few kisses to the side of his head.

“Richie--”

“You need to sleep.” Richie interrupted. “I kinda woke you in the middle of the night. I’ll have to be gone in the morning--you know, your mom and all--but call me when you wake up, okay?”

“Richie--”

“And make sure you take your meds.” Richie was nervous, talking quickly, and Eddie really wasn’t sure why, but he could feel Richie tensing up next to him. “Especially painkillers for your arm.”

“Richie--”

“And--”

“Richie!” Eddie flicked Richie in the forehead to shut him up. When it worked, he pressed a chaste kiss to Richie’s cheek, situating himself comfortably by his side, under Richie’s arm. “Richie, I love you too.”

“...oh.”

Eddie enjoyed the starstruck expression on Richie’s face for a few seconds, realizing a moment later that his eyes were welling up, the tip of his nose turning red. Unable to give him a hug, Eddie just buried his face into Richie’s chest.

“That was supposed to make you happy.” He mumbled into Richie’s shirt, feeling Richie shake his head.

“I am happy.” He said, his voice rough and he swallowed thickly, Eddie looking back up at him. “I’m so damn happy Eddie, I--”

He cut himself off, tilting Eddie’s mouth to meet his own, kissing him. There was so much intensity behind the action, so much emotion behind the pressure of his lips as they slid across Eddie’s own that Eddie felt something in his chest ache. He pressed closer and Richie pulled him in, wrapping an arm around his waist, holding him even after the kiss had broken. Eddie felt completely breathless, Richie taking a deep breath of his own.

Then, to Eddie’s astonishment, he began murmuring out apologies, something about not asking if a kiss was okay, Eddie simply shaking his head and pulling Richie’s lips to his again.

“You are not actually trying to apologize for the best kiss I’ve ever had.”

Richie grinned a little, resituating the both of them on the bed, and Eddie somehow found himself on top of Richie, laying against his chest.

“But aren't I like… The only kiss you’ve ever had?”

“Hey, Richie?”

“What?”

“Shut the fuck up and just let me kiss you.”

Richie flushed, laughing at him.

“Anything for you, Eds.”

“And don’t call me that.” Eddie muttered, and he leaned in.

#it 2017 #reddie #reddie fic #benverly #benverly fic #bill denbrough #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #stanley uris #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #tdogd #myfic

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Messiah Akatsuki ‘LIVE’ reaction 1/?

There’s no meaning whatsoever to make a review/impression since Akatsuki’s already an old news by now, but I’m making it anyway.

Why?

BECAUSE I’VE WATCHED THE FREAKING THING FOR ALMOST 29 TIMES.

So you see, I have this super slow internet connection that basically finishes downloading at most 2/3 parts per day (the entire 24 hours). This impatient me decides to join every single part that I can get. It works, and I can watch the stage till the part that I’ve downloaded, but the video becomes corrupt. As a result? I can’t speed forward anything. No jump cuts, no fast forwards, heck only a handful of app can open the incomplete video without crashing.

And therefore I have literally sit through the entire thing for almost 29 times, more than enough info for me to comment on every single thing that happened on the scene. And yes that means I have listened to Mamoru’s sexy panting for almost 29 times.

So below you’ll find me tsukkomiing commenting on every single scene, pointing out tiny things that you might not catch on your first watch, and maybe sometimes not really making sense.

Note: Split it in parts because THE DOWNLOAD IS STILL NOT DONE AT THIS POINT TToTT

Before opening:

Mamoru’s sexy panting

Camera takes a long time to warm up. Many odd shots during Mamoru’s fight which ended up highlighting Tomoru’s not top notch action skill.

But Tomoru’s ability to fall onto the floor is top notch

Kagami’s lack of sensitivity is top notch

Ariga immediately removing his gloves once he heard that Mamoru was safe is a very nice touch

Ichijima’s: “There’s no plan to retrieve you.” “Your messiah’s life or death is unknown.” *leaves* ASSHOLE

You can see a bullet of sweat drop as Mamoru was forced to deal with said asshole

Adore Dr THREE’s “Jikan wa muda da” expression and way of speaking for some reason <3

Intro pace is very rapid, then very chill. Feels like you’re suddenly teleported into an accelerating car, but said car suddenly decelerate to a snail speed in the next instant.

Mamoru I get that you’re very unhinged with Yuuri’s disappearance but holy hell those eyes look like they’re going to pop out.

Opening:

HOLY CRAP THAT SYNC AT THE BEGINNING IS SO COOL

AND THEY HAVE CHARACTER NAMES INTRO–OH GOD THOSE BLUE BLOCKS WHY

Mamoru introduced himself through rolling on the floor

Kagami’s hidden smirk is so freaking cool (props to camera)

Yugi’s super wide stance and super recoil vs firing a tiny gun

Kogure you missed your glasses

Kogure was fighting an enemy before he was thrown to the front in a kneeling position then the 3 seniors took their position standing as if to cover for him at the centre of the stage. Yugi and Miike were at opposite sides of the stage. The position feels symbolic somehow.

Ariga and Mamoru firing at each other’s direction (covering), Kagami in the centre. Hmm…

I see they’ve changed the narrator of the SAKURA rules–THAT’S RYOKI! OHH IT’S THE CADETS NARRATING NOW! (I can only catch Okki & Ryoki’s voice, and maybe Mamoru’s)

Izawa having a recoil so huge from firing a sniper, you can see him bending his knee

Kogure what is wrong with your stance are you incapable of moving your top half separately from your lower half

Holy crap that Yugi kick is so damn awesome!

Now here Mamoru is in the middle and Ariga-Kagami are at the sides

Right after that is blink-and-you-miss-it ArigaMamoru moment lol

Salut not really nailing the slow motion part

Dr TEN totally nailing the slow motion part

*Kuroko came in* *smack smack* two bodies

*Amane Guen Shogo came in* *bang bang* two bodies

Then the old guys appeared, on top of a ‘sea’ of bodies. IT’S SYMBOLIC

Ichijima freaking flipped his badass coat as he walked away

Poor Kogure got to fight in the furthest (deepest) part of the stage you can’t even see him

Kogure drew his gun slowly, Yugi drew his gun rapidly, Miike just shoot.

Mamoru looks super dead as he picked up his gun and shoot

I kinda miss the old opening, but this one’s pretty good too. I’m torn.

Intro of Gen3 cadets:

Miike-Yugi vs Mamoru:

Italy~~–oh wait it’s Miike. His voice is lighter than I expected. Kinda like dark chocolate Italy

Mamoru looking dead tired from all the previous action scenes + dead because of Yuuri

Okki being in super serious mode. Surprisingly it’s very different from what I’ve seen from him so far. Pretty nice.

During the fight, there’s a lot of moments where Yugi and Miike clash. It’s not because they can’t work with each other but rather because they won’t. Yugi immediately shoved Miike aside, preferring to fight alone. Miike passed his gun to Yugi (like 'hold my things for me’) and proceeded to fight alone.

Miike’s doing Echizen Ryoma’s Split Step.

Okki seems a bit hesitant at times, but when he didn’t hold back, pray that he doesn’t accidentally hit you. It’ll be like the 'pat’ he gave to Isogai Ryuko, with 100x more speed.

There was an opportunity for them to fight together, but Miike realized something and decided to step back (just as Ariga was explaining how Miike knows who Yugi is but not the other way around)

Oh so that’s how Miike ended up being on top of Yugi…Huh they did this 20 times… :D

Compared to the footage from the dress rehearsal, Yugi sounded a lot more concerned with Miike’s lack of courtesy, and Miike sounded like he’s more murmuring to himself rather than chiding Yugi.

Wonder why Yugi wasn’t bothered with Miike calling him 'Kotaro’ when he chided Miike for being too casual with the senior Mamoru.

Absolutely love Kagami’s “Baaaka. Senpai namen'na yo.”

Miike’s insensitivity may rival that of Kagami’s. Amazing how Ariga out of all people is the only sensitive one here.

Mamoru looked so fed up with life. Not even in Shibi had he looked this miserable.

Ariga’s ‘Shuuryou da!’ sounds off. Does Izawa have problems with enunciating ‘r’?

Kogure & Ariga-Kagami:

Kogure being plot device to fill in background information on Mamoru and Yuuri. Poor Kogure.

SAKURA still uses pictures from the Shibi days.

Kagami looks like a toy poodle waiting impatiently for his master to play with him on the side of the road.

I’m seeing Izawa rather than Ariga. I wonder if it’s because Ariga’s becoming more human.

Kagami looking so impressed at Kogure’s hacking skill like a kid getting his christmas present.

Kogure hesitated before asking about Ichijima, saying that his question is not something he can find in the server. Wonder why the hesitation…

Kagami weren’t you there in Polor Night (note: I still haven’t watched it as of writing this) when the whole thing with Mamiya happened? How could you still ask Ariga that you insensitive brat#1.

Kagami’s riddle: #1) insert 4 number passcode #2) the pattern unlock thing in android phones #3) slide to unlock

“Ojisan…!” Says Kagami looking happy, confused, shocked, in disbelief, and vengeful all at once.

Kuroko Mamoru scene:

The Church now has an AI. Awesome!

Mamoru’s heartfelt scream is beautiful.

Kuroko: “Kamikita sa~n” vs “Ichi”, and yet the distance between him and Ichi is further than with Kamikita sa~n.

Kuroko’s male voice is also beautiful.

I wonder if Kuroko did a mini ad-lib here by changing his 'prince charming’ question every time.

Mamoru Ichijima scene:

Asshole Ichijima still does that lil fist pump whenever he brought up the graduation mission.

Ichijima seems unusually pissed off. “You have no right to refuse!”

I miss ‘Kuroko’ already.

Ichijima: “It is said that night is the darkest before dawn.” This asshole really has a way with words goddangit.

The first mission scene:

James is so beautiful <3

Okki you’re holding such a tiny gun so far away from you it’s not like the gun’s going to explode on your hand

Romano Salyut totally trashed the Gen3 cadets

MiikeKogure moment#1: Kogure slid on the floor to go and cover Miike.

Kuroko being kinda useless in fighting is a nice touch. He might be one hell of a person before, but he’s trying his best to tame himself, and it’s slowly taking over. It’s very realistic.

Kuroko’s fight has to have the most sound effect (in terms of Kuroko gasping with every single attack)

Also I think Kony is not really made to do action.

The underling guy that got possessed can act pretty well. He’s adorbs.

MiikeKogure moment#2: Kogure went to save Miike who was caught by the enemy.

Kagami being thrown and caught by Mamoru. Kagami being thrown and caught by Izawa. Never knew it’s a three way thing.

Yugi trying to judo flip the enemy and ended up flying. Imagine a pair of ice skater, the one who is being lifted up by the waist. Like that.

Eww Araken guy you’re giving your used lollipop to Salyut–oh ok thank god Salyut didn’t eat it

The only person in this team who will spare a glance at a fallen comrade (Kagami) besides his own messiah is Yugi

The only person who will yell out people’s names in battle other than their own messiah is also Yugi (“Shirasaki-san!” “Ariga-san!”)

KogureMiike moment #3: “Bring the bodies” *Yugi went to carry one body* Kogure: “Miike-san” Miike: “Eh?Ehhhh…”

Now I want to see more KogureMiike moments

Ariga Izawa-Kagami scene:

Sugie can really pull off that fake smile really well

Ariga: “Izuzu…” Kagami: “'Isonson?’ Sounds like first and last name” Ariga->>>Izawa Kagami is very amused by Ariga’s transformation

Kagami: “Call me Itsuki” Izawa: *ONIGAWARA*

Shikura-Guen scene:

Guen’s eyes are permanently as big as Mamoru’s at the opening

Also Guen can totally be Kuroko#2

And he looks like a puppy daww~

Shikura-keibikyoukujichou(?) is such a long title. “Ichijima kakarichou(?)” is already long enough.

Doctors-Mamoru scene:

Kuroko trying to feed microchip into Dr THREE and apologized profusely after that.

Dr TEN: “Sometimes science can be about fantasy” Dr THREE: *Frown + Raised eyebrows*

Dr THREE: “Inside Shirazaki Mamoru’s head, it’s full of Yuuri Kaito” *KUROKO SMACK*

Btw that slipper has some kind of pink ribbon or heart on it

Kuroko doesn’t even normally wear slipper in his caretaker costume so why on earth is he bringing it around

Ichijima can’t deal with Kuroko’s antics lol–oh of course he can by being an asshole as usual

Ichijima really likes to remind those who have lost their messiahs of said fact

With Kamikita, Kuroko feels like an assistant. With Ichijima, Kuroko becomes another Sakura cadet.

During that serious Kuroko moment, keep in mind he still has the pink slipper in his gun holster

#Messiah Project #Akatsuki no Toki #Will refine this with pictures once I can speed forward things

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