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what-is-fanart · 1 year

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NO BECAUSE ok everything about the final scene in the game (not including interviews) on the 8 survivors run means so much to me. I feel like it’s so crucial in how they might be in the aftermath

Sam scrambling to her feet after being physically blown from the lodge, still vigilant, like she’s waiting for the monster to come tearing out after them. She saved all of their lives and she’s still waiting on the other shoe to drop, for them all to have to freeze and evade the monster until they figure it out again (or until there’s nobody left to hide from the monster at all). Her place in the finale of the game is so incredibly brave and I think that she has a lot of issues with being vulnerable afterwards. It’s easiest with Mike, because at least she’s not the sole pillar of support, but even still the idea of being caught off guard or being weak makes her anxious.

Mike is on his feet as well, in fact it looks like he was still standing when she got thrown out. Unlike everyone else he won’t let himself rest even for half a second on the ground. He’s immediately putting himself in the role of the protector, the shoes he’s been trying to fill since jessica was taken. Specifically getting to Sam, the one person who has been by his side for the night, who saved him from his isolation in the sanatorium (even though he technically saved her), the one who knew exactly what he was thinking and pulled off the final step of their plan, saving everyone.

I think that even if you aren’t a Sam/Mike fan, their bond is undeniable. All throughout the night they play off eachother effortlessly, saving eachothers lives time and time again. I think that no matter what their relationship status, the two of them become almost codependent. Mike more than Sam, but bother either way. Also on Mike more personally, I think his fear of isolation just got a lot worse. He finds himself following his friends and family around a lot, both to protect them and to curb his anxiety

Emily is up next, stumbling and limping and alone. She’s practically been screwed since she lost Matt, alone even after she found her friends what with them threatening and nearly killing her. I think that in the end she doesn’t necessarily forgive Mike or Ashley, but she gets it. If it had been her in one of their shoes she might have had the same reaction, and she’s smart and self aware, I think she would realize that as well. That being said, I think it takes her a while to find her place in the group again, and she’s never really going to be close with Ashley or Mike.

Chris is interesting because you almost can’t see him. In fact it looks like he dove behind a picnic bench. What I did notice is that he looks at Ashley before anything else. Before the burning lodge or the chopper or his friends he looks at her. I think that in the end they for sure are together. It’s a trauma bond mixed with a lot of pre-existing feelings. After Josh is gone Chris becomes very introspective, as well as observant of others. He spends a lot of his time worrying about Ashley’s state of mind, what she’s thinking and feeling. If he missed what was going on with Josh, he refuses to miss something like that with any of his friends now and especially his girlfriend.

Ashley is one I was excited to talk about because personally I don’t love her but shes so expressive. She never stands up. When the fire gets worse and the lodge explodes she still doesn’t stumble to her feet like the others. She’s exhausted and willing to just wait and hope that the monster won’t burst out engulfed in flames. When the chopper shows up, she curls into a ball, presumably sobbing into her knees. Relatable. I think that she becomes really vulnerable afterwards and paranoid beyond belief. I would go as far as to say she might spend the first while of her aftermath locked in her bedroom, I’m talking boards on the windows and furniture in front of the door fear. The only person who would be able to see her is Chris, desperately trying to take care of her. Emotionally, I think she would fluctuate between total listlessness and emotional outbursts.

Bonus Matt and jessica

Their final scene is not much to analyse because it’s 90% relief, but I do notice some things. Mainly, Jessica’s hand reaching for Matts sleeve, and Matt getting himself in the place between Jessica and the monster. Whether unconsciously or not, that means a lot. I think even before the game Matt spent a lot of time being a middle man in his group. The gentle mediator between people, the person that keeps them from having big group drama all the time. Without the group, that role becomes smaller. I think that after the mines, that kinda falls away. He doesn’t have it in him anymore to mediate his friends and in a way, there’s no longer a need, and he hardens. He’s always been protective and that becomes more so.

Him and Jessica become close for sure. Just having him around makes her feel safe and I think knowing where she is, serves as a reminder to him that he is more than a mediator. He protected her in the mines, he made the conscious choice to save her more than once, and he was successful. (This last one is the most ramble bc I didn’t have a ton to work with)

#No josh bc like. yaknow #until dawn #what do I even tag this #mike munroe #sam giddings #Ashley brown #chris hartley #emily davis #jessica riley #matt davis #character analysis #sure #long post #sure I’ll post this for no reason

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worldtourmike · 1 year

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Some things that people don’t talk about often from Total Drama that I think the characters are definitely still healing from:

(Let me preface this by saying, if this were NOT an absolutely batshit insane animated show, I’d have much different feelings about it, but I have to understand that this is all fictional and animated. That being said, even then, I shouldn’t look so far into these characters’ trauma but, who’s to stop me?)

Courtney has a multitude of traumatic moments from the show, but I’d like to point out the fact that Heather WHIPPED her multiple times during the dogsled race in World Tour. I’ll be following her up in a whole other post, strictly dedicated to her.

DJ and his “curse” made me feel awful for him, and genuinely love his character even more. He didn’t deserve to go through all that emotional turmoil like he did, just because of a mummy dog in Egypt.

Bridgette and the way Geoff was absolutely horrid to her. She deserves so much better. (And of course how she got stuck to a pole, and thrown out of the plane with it still STUCK.)

Lindsay being thrown around like a rag doll by Heather throughout season 1. And the way she was only seen as the “token dumb blonde” by almost all her teammates in every single season she was in…

Izzy and her mental state is severely overlooked. Comparing her to the way the fandom treats characters like Mike, Trent, Courtney, and, Gwen. She needs help and support as well. As “crazy” as the writers made her, she had some redeeming qualities, and was an interesting character who deserved to be treated better by her teammates.

Dawn being completely and utterly blindsided by her team despite their lack of evidence to prove her truly guilty, all the while everyone on the show treated her like shit.

TRENT and his OCD Jesus Christ the way the writers handled this has pissed me off since I was literally like, 6 years old. (As someone who has OCD.) As much as I love Gwen, she could’ve been so much more understanding and caring toward Trent despite their rocky relationship. She could have been so much better and I believe they could’ve have a good (ish) ending if not for the writers…

Tyler and the way he was so often physically injured, to the point of being in a wheelchair in one episode of the aftermath. I guess you can say almost every character has been injured once or twice, but Tyler stands out to me since everyone sees him as the “athletic” type, and not as someone who would often get hurt, even if his character trope is the clumsy jock.

Sierra being horribly burned by the jet explosion. In all reality, I can’t imagine how grueling her recovery had to have been, all while still dealing with the mental pain of how she was treated by Heather the whole season, and everything else of course. (I like to pretend she got slightly better over the years and Cody was there for her during her recovery, and that they became pretty good friends. If any consolation.)

Alejandro, like Sierra, suffered intense burns after his incident with the volcano post S3. And the fact that he was unwillingly trapped in a robot suit for a year had to have given him some issues. I mean, they actually talk about it in the show, but not to a satisfactory extent. (I also believe him and Sierra bonded after their recovery.)

Mike and the way he was treated by Scott the entirety of ROTI. And Cameron… despite his caring nature, wasn’t the biggest of help for him during the season. (Though I love Cameron, he wasn’t great to Mike about his D.I.D) And then of course, the way he was imprisoned in his own mind for the second half of All-Stars by Mal. (Also, never will forgive the writers for how they handled D.I.D representation. I pretend the reset button does not exist.)

Zoey as much as she loves Mike, you have to admit she was mistreated during their time in ROTI. She was such a standup girl for him against Scott, and was willing to do anything for him. (Which I admire about her!!) But it doesn’t eliminate the fact that she was also traumatized in her own way by everyone around her and Mal.

Dave. (Before you all begin to riot, hear me out.) I believe he probably suffered from SEVERE emotional attachment issues, and Sky was someone he could connect with, someone that he could see a decent relationship with despite their aggravation towards each other. I think despite his flaws, Sky could’ve been a bit more gentle with letting him down.

Leshawna. I will never shut about how she deserves to win a season. She was a full team player, and despite all she did, she was constantly oppressed by her teammates and mocked for being a bit bossy. (I mean, rightfully so, who else was gonna help their team win? Besides Heather maybe…) She really had such a great personality and cared deeply about Harold and her friends. I think she deserved better all around, especially in season 1.

Topher seem like he had an extreme case of “rich boy syndrome” to me, from a bystander point of view. And maybe a mild case of impersonation issues, along with self esteem problems, which could be a very logical and realistic explanation to why he connected to Chris so heavily, as someone to look up to. I think the way he was voted off was pretty unfair, but I also believe he could’ve handled himself in the game better.

Samey. I feel like I shouldn’t have to say much. She was constantly put down by her sister, all her life. And in the show? The same. Not even getting to be her own person and reduced to a mere extension of Amy.

Cody probably (definitely…) has some trauma related to being stalked by Sierra throughout S3. I will never blame him for the way he EVER felt about her, or talked to her at certain points of the show. Because his personality and the way he acted showed that he did really care for her in the end.

Heather was raised in such a toxic environment, that Total Drama was such an intense culture shock for her that it practically took her entire career on the show for her to learn about other people that were vastly different from her outside of her circle (Saying this because of her parents, and the fact she was probably raised in a rich neighborhood to begin with, so she may not have ever been used to seeing less fortunate or different people.) And I highly doubt that her parents were there for her as a kid. So when Alejandro, Gwen, Courtney, Owen, and others showed her genuine friendship and kindness, she didn’t know how to react.

Other slightly notable moments that are worth mentioning:

Scarlett and her decent into madness.

Beth and the way she was treated based on her looks in S1.

Shawn and his completely unmentioned OCD and extreme anxiety and addiction for apocalypse planning.

Justin being overly (Dare I say objectified?) due to his good looks, and basically being reduced to that.

Brick being a military kid, probably trying his entire life to compensate for the fact that his father may not have been around much.

Jo and Brick’s rivalry challenging her superiority complex, she deserves to be told she’s doing well, and that someone is proud of her.

Noah’s smarts were not NEAR appreciated enough after all he helped his team with throughout the show, and how he was a laughing stock of his team more often than not.

Characters that are gonna get their own more in-depth post about this down the road include:

Heather, Mike, Courtney, Duncan, Gwen, and Trent.

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thestobingirlie · 1 year

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We talk a lot about what we love about Steve, what do you love about other characters that you don't post about as often?

okay, here we go!! (this got pretty long lmao, i’m sorry, i’ve just got a lot of love to give and this show has too many characters)

starting with the kids:

lucas is my baby boy, okay? he’s so brave and dedicated and he just wants to protect and do right by his friends. i will never forgive the others for not going to his game.

max deserves so much better than what she’s got! she just loves her friends so much, and the strength it took for her to stand up to billy in s2! her fear about ending up like him kills me, but that moment with lucas on top of the bus is so sweet!

i think dustin and dart are so cute, like he really found this weird worm and decided he would protect it with his life. and i love how passionate he is about everything, d&d, and my little pony, and how willing he is to die for his loved ones. the fact that lucas told him he was in terrible danger and he said, who gives a fuck, it’s max!! and dustin’s insecurity about being on the edge of the group makes me want to cry.

and once again, mike, willing to throw himself off a cliff for dustin. he just loves his friends, and he struggles with showing it sometimes, but he really would do anything to keep them safe. and i actually really love his more bitchy moments. oh, and mike sobbing into hopper’s arms in s2 gets me every single rewatch.

i love will’s little comments, he’s just a bitchy as mike but he hides it better. and he’s just kind! like that little story about him giving away his toy when he was little, and the way he just instantly takes el in and calls her his sister. his love is what helped bring him out of the mind flayers clutches and he was ready to die to save them.

el is my girl!!! watching her develop her style and decide who she wants to be, outside of the lab and hopper and mike. it’s about her. what makes her happy. and once again!! all these kids just ready to die so young!! she met these three kids and they showed her basic kindness and she just instantly sacrificed herself for them. she just has so much love.

and erica!!! my little nerd! i love her little snappy comments, and i love how much she obviously loves lucas but she’s such a little sister about it! the fact that she stayed with him in the hospital with max. oh god, and the moment she smacked andy with a flashlight and literally said “crit hit”!!! i love how we’ve really seen her grow into her interests, and her friendship with dustin is so cute!!

now the teens, i speak a fair bit about nancy and steve, so i’ll focus on the others:

robin is my girl!! okay. the way she hears two crazies talking about invading russians and immediately said, i will involve myself in this, and i will brag about my ears. and then she did!! her bravery in the coming out scene makes me sob every time, her reaction to steve’s crush, but deciding to tell him the truth even though she could just lie! the way she made just as much of a sacrifice when she decided to hold the door shut as steve, knowing these kids even less time then he did, thinking she’s gonna die down there. and the way she’s the reason they know anything about vecna and saved max, but it’s only nancy called a genius, where is robin’s appreciation?

now eddie! love that a girl went to him for drugs and seemed anxious and he said, okay, time to throw myself on the floor and hit some trees!!! he was ready to do anything to try to make her feel better, and that’s so cute! and then he literally went up against hundreds of monsters in her honour. and he met steve, immediately decided to involve himself in his love life and change everything about the way he viewed the world. he’s just so…. he’s rigid in his world views, but the second he meets someone outside of them he just welcomes them in, and tries to make them happy, and protect them, and i love that.

you can’t mention jonathan’s name without talking about his dedication to his family. he would do anything to keep will safe, and the way jonathan protected him from the worst of their parents. a lot of stuff i love about jonathan also just makes me sad. the way he’s ready to just throw away all his hopes and dreams for the people he loves. his own college dreams don’t even factor in.

and argyle, we didn’t get much of him, but i love the way he just rolls with all the shit thrown at him, he’s saving lives, finding el, pulling girls. the way he managed to get jonathan to open up about his issues in a few months when others have had years and failed!!! no one is doing it like argyle baby.

i’m not doing the adults, this is getting too long lmao. but, uh, if i’ve forgotten someone, tell me?

#lucas sinclair #max mayfield #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #will byers #el hopper #erica sinclair #robin buckley #eddie munson #jonathan byers #argyle stranger things #stranger things #asks #anon

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mk-wizard · 3 years

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Hellboy Films: Why animated did better than live action

Hello, friends

Many of you may not know this, but out of all the superhero comics, Hellboy is my favourite. What can I say? As a little girl, I was a misfit, so a misfit hero like Hellboy was right up my alley and the concept of someone being born to be bad to turn out so good because he had a loving father to show him the way is beautiful. My introduction to Hellboy was the first live action film in the 2000s and at the time, I liked it, but then I started reading the comics. Once I got to know the real Hellboy and series, the more I fell in love with the comics yet at the same time, the more I go to not like the live action films and not just because I found the sequel and reboot in 2019 bad. There are many problems with the three live action Hellboy films which rub me the wrong way and not simply because they are live action. Most superheroes started off as cartoon drawings, but were well done in live action, but Hellboy missed all the notes. Now as a mature adult woman who is experienced at storytelling as well as analyzing, I rewatched some of the live action and I took time to watch the animated films. The difference in quality is night and day (no pun intended and I will give links to the animated films because they are stunning). I will now tell you all where the animated films went right and how live action went all wrong.

1- Hellboy’s design was better in the animated films. - I am more than willing to be forgiving when it comes to taking artistic liberties. Sometimes, the results can be beautiful, but in the case live action Hellboy, it was all wrong and I have to blunt, we can do so much better with graphic design now than just simply taking a tall buff man, putting make up and props on him. I hate sounding mean, but both versions just look like a guy wearing a cosplaying as Hellboy. It would have been much better if Hellboy was completely and entirely CGI or perhaps even an elaborate puppet costume like the ones used in the Jim Henson films. It may sound like enough to give the hero red skin, a stone hand, horns, a tail, cloven feet (which are covered), amber eyes, pointed ears and be very tall. He STILL looks too human compared to the comic and compared to what movie makers can do, it’s lackluster.

Now, we turn to the animated version which did more than just the obvious. Hellboy isn’t inhuman looking just because of the said traits before. He is inhuman because of his proportions and shape especially his face. It is a confirmed fact that he is not just not human. He is ugly and animalistic looking. His features are the combination of a satyr and gorilla especially when you look at how thin his legs, jaw, shoulders, posture and so on. Also, his eyes aren’t just amber. He has no pupils, no schlera (the white part) and no irises. The entire eye is nothing, but amber which makes them disturbing to look at. He cannot simply cover his face, tail and hand, then simply blend in. He cannot even wear most human clothes hence why Hellboy is always shirtless and his hooves are exposed. In other words, animated Hellboy looks like Hellboy.

2- The animated plot was clean, to the point with no filler. - While I admit the first live action film kept it pretty simple, I find that it still had a lot of filler and too much subplot. If you ever read a Hellboy comic, you will know right off the bat that Mike Mignola is a master at the art of pacing without fluff. Yes, he respect that character development and buildup takes time, but he doesn’t drag things. Ever. And he does not make everything so angsty either. Yes, he hints that the characters have issues, trauma, emotional pain and at times, depression, but he did so without making them into whiners. For the most part, the cast and hero would pick themselves up and do what they had to like adults. If anything, they were also each other’s emotional support and they don’t hate people. The animated version captured that completely and even showed us that the cast did not consist of malcontents who played the “poor me” card to death. In the beginning of Blood and Iron, Abe, Liz and Hellboy were happily talking about a bakery they had found once which reminds us that with all their hardships they do seek and accept joy in life even from something as simple as good pastries.

Moreover, the plot of the film was to the point with some amount of subplots, but without getting complicated and without the subplots contradicting each other. Everything had a way of coming together neatly and even though we did sometimes get surprises, they didn’t feel like filler. They felt like things that were always there, but now, we are aware of them. Most importantly, there was no cheap or silly selling point tactics like relationship drama or the stereotypical father-son bickering (more on this later). Hellboy is not that kind of story.

3- The subtle messages and morals in the animated films were deeper and better. - Being the mature adult I am now, I can say that the first Hellboy really was just Beauty and the Beast while using the Hellboy cast instead and it presented in the message in all of the outdated and bad ways. Don’t get me wrong, I find the idea of Hellboy falling in love romantic and I admit that underneath all of the darkness and action, everything about Hellboy comes back to love. However, it is not romantic love where the end all be all is to be accepted by humanity by getting into a relationship with a human, then turning into a handsome prince even if only metaphorically. The deeper and more important kind of love Hellboy tries to teach is self love how you are regardless how strange people deem you. If you have done something with your life and made something of yourself, then it is ok to be you and are already more loved than you realize. The other kind of love that has always been important to the series is family unity. You see, Hellboy, Liz and Abe are like siblings to each other and Prof. Bruttenholm is an incredibly loving father figure to all of them namely Hellboy who he raised since he was a baby.

He made the big red guy into the man he is today. In fact, even as an adult, Hellboy and Bruttenholm are a very sweet and kind father and son duo. They are not at each other’s throats, they don’t snark at each other or are incapable of agreeing on anything. There is no spite, there is no anger, there is no resentment and there is no ingratitude. There is only love and honestly, THIS is the love that ought to be showcased more in the films.

With that all said and done, the animated films also had their subtle deep messages which we not only understand clearly, but we also appreciate more. In the first movie Sword of Storms, it was all about finding a balance between persevering and knowing when to let go. In other words, keep doing what you must if it is still relevant and making a difference, but if it isn’t and is the reason you’re stuck, by all means quit. There are many roads to closure. In the second one Blood and Iron, it was clear from the beginning that the message was to not underestimate the elderly. They may not be as strong as they once were, but their experience and wisdom gets them and you out of tough spots. They have been through everything before and know what to do. By all means, aid them and help them, but don’t treat them like helpless babies. I also have to say that when I look at the messages the two animated films were telling us, they are not only clearer, but pretty underrated ones too. In the case of the live action films, the messages were muddled if not done before.

In short, I look at the animated films and I’m impressed. If another live action Hellboy does come along, I hope that this time, it will be done right and I really don’t want to see relationship, gore fests, snark or family drama again. Of course, this all my opinion and I would love to hear all of yours.

Thank you for reading and stay safe.

EDIT: Wouldn’t you know it? I forgot the link to all things Hellboy Animated. Here it is https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hellboy_Animated

#hellboy #mike mignola #abraham sapien #liz sherman #abe sapien #professor bruttenholm #kate corrigan #roger #dark horse #comics #animated #film #movie #love #quality #demon #half demon #hero #superhero

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 3 years

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HASO, “Abort?”

Happy Tuesday guys, I hope you are all enjoying your week. Forgive me any mistakes I make here as I only have a few hours to write before work, and I am usually in a rush.

“Both of you get your suits back on.”

“What the hell is going on!” Richards demanded

Adam took a deep breath, “Captain Richards that was not an opening for a discussion, that was an order. Now put the damn suit on, or I swear I will knock you out and do it myself. The three of them were floating in the module staring at each other, hands resting against what must have been no more than a few millimeters of aluminum.

He stared at them, and they stared back.

Adam did not break eye contact willing the two willing them to do as they were told. Chavez was the first to move, hurrying over to her space suit and struggling to pull it on in a near panic as bright lights flashed from outside. Inside his heart was pounding but he tried to remain calm for the two standing before him.

He hurried over to help Chavez pull on her gear, finally sealing the helmet in place as Richards finally moved to do the same.

Adam helped pull the hard torso over the man’s head and link it to the waist before helping him pull on his gloves and, eventually the helmet. Before he let go, he kept hold of Richards by either side of the helmet staring at him through the glass, “I promise, if you listen to me, I will keep you safe.”

He kept eye contact with the other man until Richards finally nodded, and Adam let him go to float over and put on his own suit. His hands were steady, for now, but he knew as soon as the crisis was over he'd be shaking like a leaf.

If he survived.

He gritted his teeth, cursing himself for thinking like that. He was Admiral VIr for crying out loud. He had survived far too much to go and die now. He returned to the helm of the command module as he looked out the thick window at the lights flashing on either side of them. Despite the war that was raging around them, everything seemed so strangely quiet. There was no sound no rumbling, not even a vibration as one of the jets flew past.

Despite being at the controls of the vehicle, there was nothing he could do. They only had a certain amount of fuel to get them to the lunar surface, and if he wasted any of it at all, they would be either caught in orbit, or miss the moon entirely.

He had to keep his cool.

Another bright burst of light lit the window to his right. This one was closer this time.

His heart leaped up into his throat.

Richards and Chaves joined him buckling into their seats.

“What is going on.” Richards demanded again, his mike distant and tinny with the sound of very old technology.

“I believe anti alliance forces are attempting to assassinate me. They have been trying for months now, and I think they are being encouraged by very powerful members of the government.”

They watched as another set of ships zoomed past.

He saw a flash of a silhouette, just enough to know that one of them was a thunderhawk and the other was a silver Rundi drone.

It confirmed his worst fears. The Chairwoman had been behind this the whole time.

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Red nearly collided with the rocket. The Thunderhawk had pulled up the last minute, but he had almost been too late. He jerked the stick to the side, throwing up his wing ust in time to avoid hitting the rocket as it made it’s slow way through space. He dove down on the other side forced to break off pursuit and cut in front of another thunderhawk coming in from above. He made to look like he was going to ram them, playing a dangerous game of chicken which he won at the last second as the other pilot panicked and cut to the left.

There were too many of them. Only five out of the original twenty had been destroyed, and he and the rest of their pilots were busy just keeping the thunderhawks away from the rocket, much less to have any time of firing at them.He had sent one of his people down to earth and one of them off towards the moon for backup. The moon was still hours away yet, so the hope that some help would be sent from them was unlikely, and even the man he had sent down to earth’s surface was cutting it close.

He didn’t have much hopes that they would be able to hold out that long.

Inside the cockpit his warning lights began to blink and blair as one of the other jets got a lock on hi. He rolled right to avoid them and dove down, cutting off the lock but still being pursued by those behind him. Up ahead he saw one of the silver balls erupt into flames as it was targeted by an expert hit from one of the thunderhawk pilots.

He rolled right.

Someone else rolled left. He cut up just in time to avoid being hit and raced forward to cut off another bird that was heading directly towards the rocket.

***

Eris hurried down the hallway, her knees screaming as she did her very best to sprint, but despite her human anatomy, she was a little too much like a starborn. With a cry of frustration she reached up and tore off her hoodie, throwing it to the ground and engaging her anti gravity belt. The ribbons on her back billowed out behind her.

Light spilled in from the windows on either side of the catwalk she was now on, filling her with a buzzing energy that she could feel radiating through the ribbons like electricity. She knew from her study of starborn that they could travel at thousands of miles an hour in the vacuum of space, especially when under the power of a star. She didn’t think she needed to go THAT fast, but anything would be better than what she was doing now.

As if in response to her will, she suddenly began to glide forward, picking up speed as she swooped towards the end of the hall, wind catching her in the face and roaring along her cheeks. WIth her starborn skin, she barely felt a thing as she raced around the corner and out of the waiting door. Two men dressed in military ACUs dived to the side as she blew past them crying out in alarm and confusion as the “Alien” floated by.

Somewhere distantly, she could sense Conn racing in the opposite direction towards the base.

Sunny and captain kelly had Admiral Massie in their custody and were dragging him out into the hallway.

She blew across the open ground her ribbons snapping and billowing behind her as she did. She didn’t even have time to imagine what she looked like as she roared over the open field and towards the waiting news vans which were just beginning to pack up their things. They were close to leaving, but she set out a sharp hard telepathic pulse ordering them to stop.

Compelling them to stop.

They froze in their tracks and looked up to see her coming.

Someone scrambled to turn on their camera, not sure what was going on but sure it had to be something good.

She tried not to think about what they would see as the camera flared to life following her approach.

“Make us live.” She ordered

The news people glanced between each other in confusion, “But no, we aren;t”

“What are-”

She came to a sudden jolting stop before them, her billowing black hair fanning out behind her like a curling halo.

“I said, put us on air.”

This time the telepathic pulse was too strong to resist. Mostly that pair with the fact that none of them were sure they wanted to resist. She was too interesting to pass up. They hurried to do what they were doing, and Eris was given just enough time to feel nervous before the camera was turned to her.

They were live.

She read it in the minds of those behind camera who she cut off as she began to speak, “Citizens of Earth, there has been a horrible conspiracy against you. The UN president has ordered the assasination of Admiral Adam Vir and has continually attempted to sabotage the mission. Just now General massie was taken into custody after ordering the deployment of twenty thunderhawks to harass the rocket and make its destruction look like some sort of collision with space debris.”

The group gawked at her as she raised her hand with the small silver device and began playing the recording. She knew something like this would never be admissible in court. She was pretty sure it would be considered entrapment of some kind, which is why it must be heard now, before everyone, so that the actions of the president could be judged by a jury of the world where it could not be hidden by political machinations.

“Communications have been lost with Apollo 11. And it is….. Well…. It is likely that he is already dead…..” Her voice broke, “No matter what happens, I need you, and this nation to understand what is happening before it gets swept under the rug. I saw it with my own eyes, heard it with my own ears and experienced their meeting in the thoughts of a man who is both xenophobic and hateful to his own humankind.”

She kept talking trying to give them all the information she could, spilling thoughts she had heard in the head of the UN president. Every meeting, every liaison, every name until her voice was beginning to crack.

***

The UN president was just standing to enter her vehicle when a slow muttering began in the crowd behind her. SHe turned as the ground before her went silent. She watched as a wave ran through the people. A wave of nudging and whispering and showing off news feeds they had pulled up on their wrist implants. It wasn’t long before the entire crowd was either staring down at their arms or clustered around someone else for viewing.

“What is going on.” She wondered turning to one of her men who was staring down at her own wrist.

“Madame president?” He said with a look of confusion.

She could hear it now.

“Her and general massie have ordered members of the UNSC to adjust funds in order to hide the twenty thunderhawks they were squirting away for just such an event.” She hurried forward grabbing the secret serviceman by the arm staring at it as she watched the streaming newsfeed and the freaky white alien with the large dark eyes and flowing black hair.

“She is afraid of aliens, she wishes to isolate and eventually use humanity’s superior forces to overtake trade in the galaxy-”

The muttering behind her had turned into an angry grumbling, and she turned to see the eyes of hundreds hat turned towards her.

“Get me out of here.” She hissed

The Secret Serviceman took a step back with a look of confusion and indecision on his face.

“It’s your job.” he snarled

He just stared at her.

She hurriedly ran over to her car as the crowd began to filter in around them pressing close. A few of the secret service men pulled guns but a large majority of them were frozen with indecision and were taken over by the crowd. She scrambled into the back seat of her vehicle and slammed the door shut screaming at the driver to get moving.

The crowd was surrounding them now pounding at the glass.

She could hear their angry voices raised for her to be heard behind bullet proof glass.

Outside, she watched a lone figure step onto the platform where the lectern was and stare at her with it’s beady black eyes. The Chairwoman of the GA stood over the crowd like it’s filthy alien lord.

And even though Rundi could not smile, she could swear it was smiling.

***

Baby K hit a rough patch of turbulence coming down from the atmosphere. She struggled with the controls as she was thrown left and right inside the cockpit of her rickety shuttle. Donovan red had ordered her down here to grab the UNSC, but she was so scared and full of adrenaline that she had dropped it at too steep an angle. The ride was much bumpier than it was supposed to be, and her teeth were rattling inside her head.

“Unidentified vessel, you have crossed into UNSC airspace, identify yourself or be destroyed.”

She scrambled for her communications, but her fingers felt as stiff as wood as she scrambled for the button.

“I repeat, unidentified vessel, you have entered UNSC airspace, you are ordered to identify yourself or be destroyed.”

She slammed her first into the comms button nearly panicking, “UNSC.” Her voice was rattling, “This is B-baby K, and I….. The Apollo 11 is under attack!” she was breathless as she forced the words out.

There was silence over the coombs, “Say again.”

“Apollo 11 is under attack!”

More silence, “Roger that.”

Two jets pulled up to the side of her, those she recognized as two F-90 Darkfires.

One of them adjusted its angle and cut engines before switching to the fusion engine that rocketed it up and out of site.

The other stayed for a moment, “Unidentified vessel, please land on UNSC base airstrip one.” Before turning and following it’s comrade.

***

Conn raced towards the airstrip feeling the wind in the ribbons at his back. He couldn’t go nearly as fast as he wanted too with air resistance . Wythe hell did Adam always have to get into so much trouble, why did he always have to be the center of attention.

Everyone either hated him or loved him, but the problem was people who hated him also wanted to kill him.

Why did he have to be so controversial?

Why did he have to be hated for something that was such a big deal. Why couldn't he be hated for having controversial political opinions . Conn paused.

On second thought, controversial political opinions were kind of what had gotten them here in the first place, so he guessed that was kind of a useless comparison. How about being the kind of guy who liked to talk too much about fishing. That was a great way to make people hate you for being boring, but it didn’t usually mean that people wanted to kill you.

Maybe they could get the man a hobby doing something that wasn’t so controversial.

Kicking small Animals or.

Cannibalism.

He came roaring to the stop at the edge of the airfield ust in time to watch an entire platoon of pilots racing towards jets. He could hear their minds and looked up to see a rather dinky shuttle descending from the sky. He floated forward towards one of the jets as a pilot leaped inside.

He was going to need a ride.

The pilot turned to look at him but Conn just shook his head.

The pilot decided to ignore him in the confusion and Conn Grabbed on tight.

Starborn he had come to learn were a very interesting species in comparison to others. Vertically as from the top down he was very fragile and likely to break his neck or collapse his spine if there was any undue pressure, but with horizontal forces, he was practically indestructible. Below him the ship roared to life and soon they were gathering speed along the runway.

His grip was tight, and he used the extra energy from his ribbons to sped himself up along with the jet to reduce the pull on his arms.

His brip wasn’t that strong.

They went vertical almost immediately, and he made sure to orient his body in the correct direction as they went hurtling into the sky.

***

Red’s right wing had been hit. If there had been atmosphere around him he would have been a goner, but there was no air resistance here, so once he regained control of his roll, he pulled back into position and fired one last shot as the opportunity arose. The sixth thunderhawk was destroyed in an eruption of debris, which he dodged only with difficulty limping without the aid of the maneuvering jet on the end of his one wing. Things were only speeding up now, the Runid were almost gone and the pressure was being laid thick on his people. They were hard to hit but the pursuit made it almost impossible for them to do any real maneuvering of their own. He was almost hit again as another darkfire sped underneath him. They rolled this way and that rocking from one side to the other. Flying through debris and over strips of silver metal.

Below them the earth hung as a clowning orb.

Red cut in a wide circle coming in with the sun at his back using it to blind one of the enemy darkfires as he came in. he watched the group of them form up suddenly as a ring around the slow moving rocket intending quite certainly to rush it all at once. He screamed into the comm trying to order his men around, but it was going to be too late, he could already see it coming.

The jets rushed forward, and he did too screaming inside his helmet as they went to broadside Apollo 11.

And then with all the silence of space, sixteen F-90 Dark Fires came spitting overhead all at once raining down a line of ordinance that cut through the group of unsuspecting thunderhawks. Space around them was filled with a silent explosion as each and every one of them was ripped to shreds.

All except one.

He saw it at the last moment.

It had been hit in the tail and had gone wildly off course.

It turned sideways, but had just enough force….. For its wing to tear straight through the aluminum siding of the rocket.

Chavez and Richards had been ordered to strap into their seats. Adam had taken it upon himself to lock down the rest of the main cabin. Outside the flashing lights were like a fireworks display without sound. He grabbed onto one of the rails, forcing equipment back into the palace so that if anything happened it wouldn’t fly out.

His legs were kicked up behind him as he floated forward reaching for some of the controls as a sudden bright wash of light filtered in through the windows. He heard a scream over his com, and then the air around him was rent with a horrific tearing noise, which suddenly went silent. There was a rush, and he jerked forward as he was sucked back….. And out of the ship entirely.

His hands and legs kicked and flailed as he tried to right himself, hearing his own breathing as the only sound as he watched the rocket begin to spin debris erupting around him as air, and whatever wasn’t strapped down was sucked through the small opening.

The rocket was spinning wildly, he was spinning wildly in a silent abyss. Grunting against the force of his spin, he reached down for the controls to the CO2 canister built into the pack of his spacesuit.

He groaned not sure which way was up or down or back. He tried to right himself against the spin by firing in the opposite direction to slow his spin.he could see the rocket now spinning in the opposite direction with the sudden loss of oxygen. He hoped the other astronauts were ok. He saw the silhouette of a jet fly past in the distance making its way towards the spinning rocket.

At least there was someone here to help.

Maybe the others would survive-

And then he stopped, coming to a confusing halt in the middle of space.

That shouldn’t have been right. He should have kept going forever. He tried turning his head, but he felt like the pillsbury doughboy in this two thousand year old suit.

What was happening

“Did you miss me.”

Well shit, now he sort of wished he could keep spinning.

There was a tugging on the outside of his suit, and Conn floated into view in front of his helmet.

“Hey sweetheart.”

“You are probably the last person I wanted to see.” he said though he didn’t entirely mean it, and unfortunately Conn knew that too the mindreading asshole that he was.

I could hardly let the father of my child go spinning off into space without taking accountability for his family.”

“Shove it up your ass Conn.”

“No really, not even the vacuum of space is going to save you from your responsibilities. Now, about custody, I was thinking you could have every other weekend and a couple of major holidays”

He gave a ruful sort of smile as Conn grabbed him by the life support pack and started floating them towards the rocket, which the F-90s had somehow managed to slow the spin of the rocket, and pull it back on course with grappling magnets.

All around them space was filled with debris. No more darkfires were present and those that were were quickly being grappled. One sleek racing jet slowly cruises past them. One of its wings was damaged, but whoever was inside waved with one hand as he rolled past.

Adam lifted a hand as Conn brought him the last few hundred feet to the torn opening in the side of the ship, allowing him to step through.

Conn patted him on the side of the helmet, “make sure to be home by dinnertime sweetie.” Before blowing him a kiss and vanishing back out the hole.

Adam floated there a bit nonplussed for a moment before turning back to the front of the ship where Chaves and Richards were still strapped into their seats. He floated over to strap himself in.

“Admiral! You’re ok.”

“Yes, it seems that I am, thanks to a….. Friend of mine.”

Just then Conn appeared again just before their right side window, and like the classy gentlemen that he was began rubbing his butt up against the glass.

He sighed, “Friend is kind of stretching it.”

“Apollo 11 this is Houston, do you copy!”

The man on the other end of the line sounded close to tears, and Adam hurried to respond, “Houston this is Apollo 11.”

On the other side he thought he heard the sound of voices cheering in relief.

“What is your status, over.”

“We are a bit beat up Houston, we have a tear in our hull, but our suits are ok, and we have help.”

“Prepare to abort mission.”

Adam frowned, “Now wait a second there Houston, I didn’t get sucked out the side of my own rocket to just quit now. Tell the boys to come up here and patch us up and we can finish the mission. All systems are still functioning, and we are back on course.” he glanced over at the others, “That is, if the crew wants to continue.”

There was a pause and then Chavez timidly piped in, “I’d be ok with that.”

Richards sighed, “Roger Houston, patch us up.”

Granted it may have been cheating. Apollo 11 hadn’t had support with special tools that cold just patch a space ship within ten minutes, but then again the original Apollo 11 hadn’t been in the middle of a firefight while on their journey to the moon. So it was with some trepidation that Houston allowed it, and before long they had air back inside the cabin back up to pressure, but they also had a sixteen man rotating escort for the rest of the way.

The group of them were even shocked to see Rundi drones join the formation only to learn that it had been the UN president who had allegedly called the hit on him. It was hard to believe, but they were only getting snippets here and then from over radio and from Conn, who floated around occasionally to rub another part of his anatomy against the window and give them teasing updates

The moon was growing slowly in their vision.

“I can see my house from here.” Adam remarked as they prepared to detach the lunar module from the rest of the ship.

They landed without incident observed by mobile camera crews and news reporters as he made his own footprint on the never changing dust of the moon’s surface. He gave them a thumbs up to let them know he was fine and hesitated only once before setting up the UN flag in the dirt. He refused to let his enthusiasm be dampened by the day’s events and hopped around dancing and leaping for joy as another one of his childhood dreams was fulfilled. That was before he plowed face first into the moon’s surface and required help from Richards to stand back up again.

They left soon after taking another three days of escort back to earth before strapping themselves in for final entry.

Conn left them just as they were entering orbit with a middle finger for all three of them.

“Your friend is super delightful isn’t it.’

“Try having a child with him.” Adam muttered refusing to elaborate even as they stared at him in confusion.

They fell from the sky and landed somewhere in the Pacific ocean, picked up by the waiting navy vessel who was within nine miles of their landing site. They were fished from the water and returned safe and sound to the ship to cheers and cameras. Adam’s legs felt a little like jelly after days of not using them, and he was finally able to relax lying on the deck of the ship under the sun as people ran around them on either side.

His hands shook slowly building up after the stress of the last week. He took long deep breaths and closed his eyes.

The next few days were going to be a real shit show.

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waitingat-thefrontgate · 3 years

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Hell Was The Journey

Summary: Max and Spencer's almost meet...two times before they do

Word Count: 1769

Authors Note: I love Max. I love Spencer and Max's relationship. I also LOVE Taylor Swift, so when I was listening to invisible string I couldn't help but wonder how that'd be a cute Maxcer fic. So here I am! I made a separate account to post this. I hope you enjoy!

p.s this isn't probably the first fic inspired by that song, but I am pretty sure it is the first Maxer one. Please correct me if I'm wrong!

4x8

Max let out a deep sigh as she checked her watch. She had an hour before she had to head to her student teaching placement, an hour she wouldn’t have if her professor didn’t end class early.

“Come on Max, let’s act like college students and do something on campus” her classmate Leah said.

Before Max could respond, Leah had already pulled Max off to a direction.

“You know we could be lesson planning. Or even better, go somewhere to eat!” Max grumbled as she would have preferred to spend the hour decompressing her teaching credential program’s tough schedule. Although she looked forward to seeing her students and loved being able to share the passion of art with others, Max still couldn’t help but wonder if this was what she was supposed to do with her life. She followed her mom’s advice about pursuing something she loved, but an art history degree unfortunately isn’t getting her job interviews.

Ignoring her, Leah stopped at a bulletin board that listed all the current events that were going on campus. “Max! They are holding an FBI recruitment seminar in a few minutes, we should go!”

“I don’t think the FBI will be impressed with my 5’2 stature and art history degree” Max snorts and shakes her head. “Besides, we are pretty knee deep in another career path.”

“I know that, but who knows who we’ll meet. Maybe some cute guys are interested, or better yet, maybe there’s some hot FBI agents here already. Let’s go!!” Without giving Max the second to respond, Leah at pulled her off to the direction of the building the FBI seminar was held.

They arrived a few minutes before it started. The presenter was an older man, who seemed to be already chatting with another attendee, who seemed to be dressed to impress wearing a suit and tie. It wasn’t until the younger man turned around that his holstered weapon was visible.

“What have I been doing wrong if he’s in the FBI. He looks about our age” Leah whispered.

Before Max could respond, her phone starting buzzing. Leah sent Max death glares as she picked up the phone, her brother-in-law Jared doesn’t call her unless it’s important.

“Hello?”

“Michelle’s in labor! We’re on our way to the hospital now. Meet us when you can!” Jared hung up right after his last words, probably calling the rest of the family.

After a few seconds of shock and the reality that her sister was going to be a mother, and Max would be an aunt registered, Max gathered her things right as the presenters started introducing themselves.

“Hello, good afternoon my name is David Rossi and I hav-“Leah looked at Max waiting for an answer as to why she was just leaving so quick.

“Sorry I’ll call you later” Max whispered, “let me know how it goes!” She slides out the door and starts running towards her car, knowing she will be meeting her niece or nephew very soon

10x9

Max couldn’t believe the news about her friend Jessica. Although her and Jessica haven’t been close ever since she went behind Max’s back and dated Mike Davis a week after they broke up, she was still horrified and saddened by the details of her death. Max knew that Jessica wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but she was a business owner, and her responses were always out of fear and stress about making ends meet.

She had already been in contact with other mutual friends she shared with Jessica, and she began scrolling through old pictures she had.

Max thought for a very long time that Mike Davis was going to be the man she’d marry. After a tough time getting a steady teaching job and losing her mother, Max so desperately wanted something she could say was hers. This led to her moving quickly with Mike and missing (and ignoring) the clear red flags. Even after the cheating and lying, Max was willing to forgive Mike. No matter how many times they broke up, Max always hoped for the day Mike would just pick her, and only her.

Feeling guilty about practically ending her friendship over a guy like that, Max sighed as she grabbed her keys to head to work. That’s when she jumped over her phone ringing.

“Hello?”

“Hello, is this Maxine Brenner?” a deep voice asked.

“Yes, yes this is her. May I ask who I’m speaking with?”

“My name is Aaron Hotchner, I work with the FBI and I’m calling to ask you questions about your friend, Jessica Harris. She had you listed as an emergency contact.”

Max’s heart stopped. She didn’t know. “Yes, yes of course. We haven’t been in contact as much, but I want to help however I can.”

“Would you be able to stop by our office this morning?”

Max bit her lip. She had already used all personal and sick days, and her current principal was everything but understanding. “I’m on my way to work right now, and unfortunately won’t have time until this afternoon.”

“I understand. Give me a second and I’ll connect you with another agent who can talk to you on the phone, and they’ll see if you should come down again this afternoon.” At the bureau, Aaron looks out his office window. He sees Spencer looking at the board of the case with the pictures of the victims and their location.

Aaron steps out of his office, enough for Spencer to hear him, “Hey Reid, I have a contact that knows Jessica on the phone right now, can you ask her some questions?”

Spencer doesn’t turn around. “I can’t right at this moment, I’m still putting together information about our other victim”

Aaron scans the room and noticed Anderson without a task. “Anderson! I’m gonna patch you with someone who knew one of our victims. If anything seems worthy have her come down this afternoon.”

Max twiddled her thumb until finally she hears another voice, “Hello, my name is Agent Anderson and I’ll be asking you a few questions about Jessica.”

During her entire commute, Max answered questions about Jessica truthfully. She winced when she realized she didn’t have many good things to say about her. Agent Anderson thanked her, and as of right now he doesn’t see a need for her to come down. Max thanked him and grabbed her things and walked towards her school. She knew her students would be able to make her smile.

15x4

It was Saturday morning and Max smiled as her nephew talked about school over breakfast. Her nephew was almost as tall as she was, but she still remembers how small he was when she first held him all those years.

She finally felt like she was in a good place. After many years of struggling silently Max got the strength to go to therapy and take the time and energy to truly heal. It was hard, she always found pride in her independence and her high walls. The decision to go wasn’t easy, but when she realized how much it was affecting her relationship with Sammy, she knew she had to go. For the first time, she talked about her childhood and the pressure of growing behind her sister Michelle’s shadow, losing her mother and her toxic, fast paced and short lived relationships.

For almost two years, she had been applying the advice her therapist had gave her. She took care of herself, began putting effort in her relationships with her family, especially Michelle, and instead of ignoring the topic of her mother, she talked and remembered her fondly. She even got in touch with a headhunter, considering maybe it was time to leave teaching and find something that was meant for her. The other day she even thought about asking her brother-in-law if any of his coworkers were single, but she didn’t because she still wasn’t sure she was ready for that.

“Max, can we get cinnamon rolls at the coffee shop we always go with my mom?” Sammy looked up with big puppy dogs eyes.

“Sammy, we just finished eating. You sure you have room?” Max raised her eyebrow as she paid the bill.

Sammy thought for a minute, “I actually don’t know. But the park is right there so we can always go there for a bit.”

“Mhhh,” Max thought for a minute herself. She looked out and saw that it was a beautiful day in D.C and she would appreciate more time with her nephew, “Alright, let’s swing by the park!”

When they got there, the parking was full. She did a few laps, and she was ready to give up, “Sammy, I don’t think it’s possible we’re gonna have to try again another time.” Max turned her blinker to turn on the road again to drop Sammy off at his house.

“Awe come on Max! It’ll be quick I promise!” Sammy gave his best puppy eyes and Max knew who would get their way.

She turned her car around and parked on a no parking area and turned to Sammy. “We have to be SO quick.”

Sometime past season 15

Max looked out the window of her dad’s house as she plans the summer programs for the Smithsonian. Spencer was teaching Sammy a new magic trick as the rest of her family preps dinner outside. It had been almost two years since that Saturday at the park. Something that wouldn’t have happened if she didn’t make that spur of a moment decision.

Spencer and Max had already realized the two times their paths would have crossed. It was more decisions that delayed their meeting, but they both agreed that they were supposed to meet on that Saturday. They had to go through things, change, hurt and grow to be the person they were today. The person that was right for the other.

Hell was the journey but it brought me heaven.

Max put her things away. There was something that connected her with Spencer, and today, she thanked that thing a little more. She reached her bag that had a positive pregnancy test. Holding it close to her heart, she thought back of all the things that had happened, and she would do it again to be with Spencer and grow their family.

Spencer saw Max walking down to join them, he grins and thinks to himself he will never get over seeing her. He still feels like that Saturday night when he found her again after waiting in the hospital.

“Took you long enough” Spencer says as he laugh

#Maxcer #Spencer x max #max brenner #invisible string #first fic please be nice

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blametheeditor · 3 years

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David’s New Pet

Warnings: David being a grade-A douche bag. Mentions of people being treated as pets or pests. Cursing. Mistreatment of others. Mentions of death. Mentions of murder. Mentions of someone being an orphan. Mentions of someone not wanting to adopt someone. Someone having the lack of sympathy or apathy. Someone being extremely insensitive.

I have no intentions of making the situation something to not take seriously. I mean no harm with how I’ve written it. Just be warned it has trigger warnings.

Run Down: Will admit, this is fairly old writing, but I wanted to throw it, so have and angsty (though only semi-angsty???) David getting a new pet!

I absolutely refuse to write the entire stories that come after this.

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“Why are you always trying to get stepped on?”

David glares down at the human standing before him.

“Definitely not helping with the fact I think your species can’t even think past what animals do.”

He can’t see the minuscule expression, the form not even three inches tall, but frankly he couldn’t care less.

“And I will never understand why you think you deserve to even stand in my office. I’ll just be spraying pesticides to finally get rid of you pests.”

The business man raises an eyebrow when Fritz doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even move. Asshole, thinking he can get away with something like this and not pay the consequences. Of course the redhead is valuable, an exceptional coder who completes every task no matter what time restraint the giant gives.

The only real problem is the brilliant worker William Afton had on hand to be transferred between the restaurants of Freddy Fazbear’s is human. A lowly creature who doesn’t contribute anything but taking up vital parts of this world. Gives nothing to society, annoying beyond belief as he’s forced to watch his steps when walking around his own office of a business he owns.

“Are you even listening?” David demands, growling down at the unmoving teenager. Which, by the way, isn’t even in uniform.

Idiotic waste of his time. “As long as you’re here, I might as well have you do the one thing you’re not completely useless for.”

Again there’s no response as the giant carelessly walks ‘around’ the human and calls for Lefty. With that he ignores everything, phone out to text people who should actually exist in this fucked beyond repair world, leaning against his desk and ordering flyers and party supplies.

Finally the black bear appears in the office doorway. “Mr. Harrison, why is Mr. Smith crying?”

David hesitates, glancing up from his screen. “I don’t give a shit, frankly. I need him to update your coding on a new song, however, and him wanting to sob for no goddamn reason isn’t my problem.”

“And why is Mr. Smith here when he isn’t scheduled for today?”

...because he is?

“Fritz,” the business man snaps, growing exceptionally pissed off when he realized the human was apparently in his office just because. “Explain.”

“...my mum, my mum is dead.”

One less pest in this world, now that is good news.

“Condolences,” is said with an eye roll. And just why the hell does this have him receiving an unnecessary and unwanted visit?

“And I, I don’t have anyone that’s family here, here in the United States. So, so I’m getting put in the...the foster system.”

David grows still at that, listening to the strained voice making sure the sobs don’t escape even with the obvious pain.

“It’s been, really has been, been such a pleasure working for you, Mr. Harrison. But, but where I’m going, I’ll be...I’ll be unable to work for you any longer.”

The redhead slumps in despair at that, as if preparing to be stepped on, kicked or flicked across the room. Treated like the pest the giant before him has always claimed he is. Now that he’s useless, he’s bothering a successful man just because.

No shadow descends upon him, however.

...well, uh.

David glances back down at who’s about to be his former employee.

This is good. Great. He’s getting rid of a little pest he technically had been forced into hiring, having wanted to switch a pathetic human even if the giant coder wasn’t even 1% as good as Fritz. No more watching his step, making the world right again.

“When?”

He pretends not to notice the choked sob from the question. “They, they said if you need, need the standard two weeks to, to get another person to...to take my position-”

“You’re easily replaceable, human.”

David is only given a nod.

“Yes, Mr. Harrison.”

“You may go.”

Fritz sprints as fast as possible out of the business man’s office, wiping tears away as he runs, exiting into the hallway and continuing, needing to get out of the restaurant.

...he’s leaving.

The giant waves away the animatronic that’s now useless to him at the moment to follow after the little insect like a goddamn puppy. Never will he understand why such a thing would occur, a giant bear who frankly looks like he’s happily murdered a few children interested in such a lowly being, but he can’t think about that.

Much more important things to do.

...leaving.

“Fritz!”

David growls when the human doesn’t appear.

“Fritz!”

Now he’s getting piss.

“FRITZ!”

“Mr. Harrison!”

...why the fuck does his coder sound like Happy?

That’s because the frog animatronic is the one speaking. Her purple eyes hold an emotion the business man doesn’t want to even comprehend. Doesn’t want to attempt to register that even ‘sentient’ like all the other dumbasses of so called ‘night guards’ claim shouldn’t be able to show any kind of emotions. Not when their mouths aren’t able to form anything outside of a permanent smile. Bitch face in Lefty’s case.

David waves a hand, clearly not in the mood. “Out. I called for-”

“Mr. Smith, I know.” Shit did the expression get stronger? “He’s gone, Mr. Harrison. Remember?”

...oh.

“The little pest should be here. Didn’t give me two goddamn weeks.”

“He offered two weeks, Mr. Harrison. You didn’t take it.”

“He’s an absolute asshole allowing his mother to-”

David stiffens when the frog was no longer listening, not even in his office doorway anymore. Fine, go cry to Orville and tell the bastard he’s ‘being insensitive’. He doesn’t care. More free-time for him.

...fuck.

“This is Scott Cawthon.”

“You’re a father, right?”

The giant stares into space before slowly, carefully pulling his phone in front of him, staring at the fact that the human. Hung. Up.

On him.

“Scott! You LITTLE-!”

“David, shut up before I send Vincent to kick your ass.” The eldest guard waits until the sound of a mouth opening is heard. “Don’t make me hang up again.”

“Adopt Fritz.”

“...yOU-!”

The business man holds his phone away from his face as it becomes clear the innocent human has been talking to Mike too much. Being the less superior race is one thing, but getting tainted by the Fucked Up Night Guard is an entirely new low.

“Are you done?”

Scott nearly screams again before forcing himself to stop. “You adopt Fritz.”

“YOU MOTHER-! WAIT DON’T YOU PULL THAT FUCKING PHONE AWAY OR I WILL SQUASH YOU LIKE THE BUG YOU ARE!”

“David, you will either adopt the kid, or hope he’ll forgive you for everything you’ve done to him-”

“Done for him.”

“-done to him and be willing to work for you after he turns eighteen in two years and therefore able to live alone and not have a guardianship. I adore him, I really do, but I have my own children.

“And never would I force him to live with me when he’s clearly attached to you.”

“Well then I hope you’re goddamn happy, Scott, because-” David freezes, slowly feeling his shoulders slump if only a millimeter. “What did you say?”

The human hangs up yet again. He’s not immediately greeted by the angry sound of a phone ringing, however.

Attached to him. One, Scott screwed himself by making it sound like Fritz is a pet. Two...

“Greg, you’re in charge.”

“Fritz Smith?”

Said teenager flashes a bright smile even as tears threaten to appear, thanking the woman.

Bye Mike. Bye Jeremy. Bye Caleb.

The tears start forming around his eyes, unable to stop them as he continues walking toward the room’s door and exit into the courthouse.

Bye Scott. Bye James. Bye Eggs.

The first time he walked out of the room a man, woman, and little girl had greeted him, his temporary foster family making sure he had food, a place to sleep, supervision.

Bye Vincent. Bye Mr. Afton.

Now he’s going to be adopted, taken far away, or with parents who don’t want him working.

Bye-

“Mr. Harrison!”

Fritz’s wide smile stays in place even with the giant clearly annoyed by his enthusiasm, those hazel eyes as big as his head narrowed into a glare.

“You’re not supposed to be happy to see me h-”

Mike doesn’t acknowledge the murderous look aimed toward him from elbowing the business man. Not with his answer to the dumbass being “Douche Bag, you’re about to adopt the little fucker. And these bastards won’t hand his ass over if you threaten him.”

I hate humans.

But fine! He’ll behave. Especially when Fritz is looking almost horrified instead of overjoyed. Technically only David’s allowed to be disgusted with people and insects.

“Adopting?” the teenager questions. “You’re adopting me?”

“As a guardian,” the business man states, allowing it to almost sound like a threat.

“Why the hell did you think I came here?”

“I thought, you wanted to see me off.”

An eyebrow raises. “Well by all means, if you’d like some other-”

“NO!”

Scott smirks as the human actually manages to shut the egotistical giant up, shock coating the man’s face at the panic of going with someone else. That’s when David screws himself over. “Even if it was Scott?”

The business man growls when someone who should be fearing him stepping on them says he wants to be with the superior being. Not that he can blame Fritz, clearly he’s the greatest person alive. But pests should fear him, not think he’ll be a wonderful little guardian.

Fuck this I should just leave.

“Fritz.”

David watches over crossed arms as a human behind the counter summons his apparent new charge. About to become charge. Live in his house, eat his food, fuck it up. Can’t forget that wonderful part.

But, his head nods when...green eyes? He doesn’t care, when Fritz looks up before signing to state he’s in agreement living with someone a hundred times his size. And after Scott and Mike sign, vowing the man is responsible enough to not crush the teenager, they’re waved goodbye.

…huh. So, Fritz is his now.

Gross.

“Come on. I’m not going to make sure you keep up so run or get left behind.”

“Yes, Mr. Harrison!”

#g/t #FNAF Bois #giant #tiny #trigger warning #tw foster care #tw death mention #tw #you know #I don’t think I ever posted this particular story anywhere #it was mostly a slightly angsty rant #but I hope it’s liked!#look I promise the David gets softer #after much angst….#you have NO idea how many random and angsty stories I’ve writen with these two #MAYbe I’ll post ‘em one day #David’s New Pet #writing #BTE writing

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static-fanatic-1 · 4 years

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Can I request >Kidnapped(And Coming Around) Darling< with Overhaul, Tamaki, Setsuno and Chronostasis + Illumi, Kurapika and Milluki?

Overhaul w/Kidnapped (Coming Around) Darling:

• He is honestly relieved that you are coming around. I mean he is the type to want things to go smoothly without many problems, so you coming around to his affection(?) is a bonus in his eyes. He wouldn’t really stop what he does if you caught against him or not, but he is happy you have slowed down.

• He probably won’t be anymore linient than before, after all he basically controls every aspect of your life. I do think he will be more willing to get you materialistic things like books or new colored pencils for your art. Nothing really electronic though, no need for you to be tainted by the plagued world.

• After so much progress on your part, finding out you were kidnapped will royally piss him off. Did you trick him into getting something you could use to escape? You seemed so genuine. What did you use to escape, he’ll make sure to never get anything like that again! All these questions come to a halt when he figures out you are being used for ransom against him. He will completely destroy your kidnappers, no mercy for what they had done.

• When he brings you back home you will be monitored 24/7 and made sure you aren’t tricking him with your kindness. He will be relieved you are back, but will honestly stress more metaphorical chains to keep you safe away from the sick world.

Tamaki w/Kidnapped (Coming Around) Darling:

• Tamaki, the sweet anxious boy I want to hug and say everything will be alright, is a bit delusional. At first he sort of blames himself for you not liking him, so when you come around it is like a first kiss. He will slowly come to realize it isn’t him that making you uncomfortable, you were just shy. He will almost treat you like a child, feeding you is one of his favorite things.

• When you are taken he will be heartbroken, thinking you were just tricking him to get away from him. After all he never was the best, but he still tried. Tamaki will be deeply saddened, but that will quickly change when he figures out you were taken. He will be furious at your captors, a confidence that was never seen by anyone, not even best boy Mirio has seen him like this.

• He will almost be blinded by rage that he won’t listen to anyone talk shy about him. He will tear apart your captors, not enough to kill them, but enough to make them suffer. He won’t leave any witnesses either, innocent people will just think he really loves you while villains will be beaten bloody. Praised as a hero, win as a hero. No one will suspect his rage being unhealthy.

• After he saves you he will give you as many gifts and prepare the best foods just for you, but it will take a long time for him to let you go back outside. Tamaki will be a flustered, clingy mess telling you he will never let you get taken again. He blames himself, as usual, but with you by his side he can actually relax.

Setsuno w/Kidnapped (Coming Around) Darling:

• Honestly, I feel for Setsuno, what his precious lover did to him really sucks. He will be very clingy because of this, and even more possessive. He will not allow you to leave his sight and he will constantly tell you to stay close.

• Home boy here will be so happy to have you come around to his affections, so relived yet he won’t ever truly trust you. He will always a seed of doubt because of his previous lover. So when you are missing he is beyond pissed, he thinks you left him just like SHE did. But when he finds out you were kidnapped, he is almost relieved. You didn’t leave him, you were taken, and to him that is a win.

• He will find them, probably asking his closest companions to help him, and then he’ll slaughter your kidnappers. They will tear the entire place apart until he finds you, and when he does he will be more than relived. Your affection when he finds you puts him in a place he never thought he would ever go to; heaven.

• He will still keep a tight hold on you, keeping you close and making sure you never go far, but he will be happy to cuddle and kiss you. Anything that hurts you will personally speak with him. He may not be much, but he sure as hell can be if he really wants to.

Chronostasis w/Kidnapped (Coming Around) Darling:

• Chrono! Meh man! The biggest simp for Overhaul yet also the biggest simp for you. He will treat you like a queen if you give him affection. At first he was stern and worried about your health, but man did he change once you started coming along.

• Chronostasis will be worried when you are missing, blabbering on and on about who the hell was dumb enough to take you from him. He won’t even think you left him, he’s fallen too deeply in love to think that.

• It won’t take long for him to find you, and he will happily exclaim to the world how much he missed you while slowing down and hurting the kidnappers. They will all be in slow motion as he gets on his knees and asks you to forgive his negligence. He will be extremely touchy as he carries you home, telling you he will treat you to whatever you like.

Illumi w/Kidnapped (Coming Around) Darling:

• Illumi was pleased to see you becoming comfortable around him, usually you would shift away and do your best to stare somewhere else. But now you seemed to be more calm, he liked that. Illumi rewards you with small gifts every once in a while, things he thinks you will like. He doesn’t show it much, but he appreciated and is excited to have you coming around.

• Rest in piece for the poor souls who kidnap you. Illumi won’t think you left him, after all you love him right? He will immediately think you were taken, and it would take him less than a day to track down and torture the people who took you.

• He will gladly pick you up in his arms and take you back home. You will be treated to a nice dinner and some new fancy gift to celebrate. Plain and simple this man is, happy and content with keeping things as they were. The only real difference is that Mike was punished for being incompitant. You will also be closely monitored with more than one butler.

Kurapika w/Kidnapped (Coming Around) Darling:

• Kurapika is overjoyed to have you welcoming his advances. He will play the part of perfect husband while you cook and clean and ready yourself with children. He still won’t let you outside though, there is no way he would let you get anywhere near anyone else.

• When you are missing he will no doubt be furious. Eyes burning scarlet, he will slaughter his way through anything to get to you. Blood will stain the streets and any poor soul between you and him will suffer a fate worse than death.

• At first he thinks you might have left him, maybe everything you did was a trick. But when he is covered in blood and you run crying into his arms blabbering about how scared you were, it comforts him. He is your protector, and this will never happen again. Ever.

Milluki w/Kidnapped (Coming Around) Darling:

• Finally, took you long enough to get used to him, now he doesn’t have to punish you as much. He gladly dresses you up and pampers you, a pleased and prideful smile stretching his cheeks.

• He will give you anything you ask for, as long as you stay inside with him of course. Games, clothes, jewelry, literally anything materialistic. Of course he will still be selfish and force you into some risky things if you catch my drift.

• He will be so pissed off if you are missing, but luckily he will calm down when finding out you were kidnapped. BUT YOU WERE KIDNAPPED! He will come out of his room and complain to anyone he finds until they give in and help him rescue you.

• Once he gets you back he will be happy to see you happy with him. Milluki will almost melt with your touches, calling you a baka and looking in the other direction, but he can’t really hide the blush on his chubby cheeks. He will let you outside with supervision now that you have his trust. He will spoil you rotten after being kidnapped too, so that new video game you wanted will be yours in a heartbeat.

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demonfox38 · 3 years

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Okay. Made it through the last season of Netflix's "Castlevania" interpretation. Thoughts are below the cut.

I've often thought of this series as the exploitation version of "Castlevania," and hiring Malcom McDowell confirms that.

Although, I find it hilarious that both Malcolm McDowell and Patrick Stewart have ended up voicing the same character. I'm sure there's a "Star Trek Generations" joke to be made in there, but I'm not Mike Stoklasa.

Also, I was cracking up a bit when Varney's plot twist happened. Mostly, because it came off a bit Skeletor-esque in vocal performance.

Also, also—laughing that the final boss went the "Castlevania: Lament of Innocence" route despite barely touching on that game's plot.

Animation had its ups and downs with this season. It seemed like there were some frame issues (not enough inbetweening.) I do appreciate how they incorporated more of Alucard's SOTN animations into his fights, however.

Additionally, some of the fight scenes' pacing seemed to have issues, particularly regarding weapon recovery.

The whole bit with St. Germain was off. Like, he's a weird asshole in "Castlevania: Curse of Darkness", but he's more of a weird asshole there in the same way that casually encountering "Doctor Who"'s Doctor would also be strange. Not a straight up villainous boob. Kinda makes sense thematically to have another character who is willing to do horrible shit for their lost loved one, but the series honestly did not do a good job establishing her. Like, did she even have a voice actor? Or a name? All I'm saying is it was much easier for outsiders to get the Lisa revenge thing Dracula had going.

Also, how dare you joke about not being deaf and then have a villainous monologue, TV show.

Greta's a good girl. Well, outside of being an occasional homewrecker. Point is, she's competent and trying her best to save people in a bad situation, and anyone having issues with her is not to be trusted in the same way that you don't trust people who don't like Rochelle from "Left 4 Dead 2."

Look at me. Do not trust people who do not like Rochelle from "Left 4 Dead 2." Yes, her writing could have been better, but she's still a viable character. Let people Thunder Child their ships on the rocks of your better self. Got me?

Also, y'all really need to embrace more polyamory. Or understand the fact that Alucard's not going to love just one person in his life. Dude lives to be at least 600 in the game's timeline. For a dude who loves humans, constricting him to just one who may live to be 100 at best is cruel.

There are some interesting philosophical dialogues going on here, but I can see where some people may lose their patience for them. Considering one of Castlevania's most popular memes is a philosophy debate, you're just gonna have to suck that up. My personal favorites included the topic of acting versus reacting, as well as having agency in one's story.

Striga's battle theme was cool, but otherwise, the music was forgettable. Yes, that is a sin. Punishable by Death? In this series, maybe!

The gore's still over the top. Which, okay, fine. There's a bit of that in game. It's just generally a bit more reserved with it or uses it in crucial boss fights.

RIP doggie.

The Targoviste plot's a bit of a wash, but it doesn't feel as useless as Trevor and Sypha's previous plot predicament. It's just nothing of a surprise, considering how many times the writing has played the "authority figures are useless" and "dark secret surprise" tropes in this series. Like, Greta being reliable is actually more surprising than anything with this plot.

I cannot emphasize enough how boring I found Carmilla's interpretation and plot arc. You guys could have had a giant, naked lesbian riding a skull and spewing magic at people while her cat-eared girlfriend jumped them for extra damage. But no. Vanilla lady with a scarlet sword for you. So long. Farewell. Auf Wiedersehen. Good night.

Gotta say, as much of a deviation from his source character as he is, Isaac really turned out well in this series. He's definitely evidence that you don't always need to stick to source material.

His Abel is fucking sick, dude. Way to go, king.

Also, I was expecting more violence from Hector this season. Oh, well. At least he got a teeny bit of a spine.

Look. I'm not an alchemist by any means. I'm just a bit baffled by this season's emphasis of obtaining a Rebis. Like, any time the game series has talked about the Magnum Opus of Alchemy, it's more been in pursuit of making a Philosopher's Stone (or at the very least, a Crimson Stone, as seen in "Castlevania: Lament of Innocence.") Pulling a Rebis out of the aether is…well. Could have been more interesting than it was. I mean, it was a bit nightmarish, but it really didn't do much.

Sypha's really never getting back to her family, is she?

Love the idea that the cross subweapon is basically a fancy chakram.

GERGOTH. BUDDY. FRIENDO.

Really appreciating the monster variety in these last two seasons. I mean, that's a big selling point of the "Castlevania" games. Not so much vampires standing around and bickering in dick-waving contests.

Breaking out of the bullet points to hit on the big subject of this season—that is, the ending being surprisingly happy.

There's been a lot of shit that's happened over the last few years. Obviously, a pandemic. Konami's run by pricks. Then, there's the situation with the allegations of sexual coercion with Warren Ellis. Additionally, the terrible ending of "Game of Thrones" likely impacted how this season was developed, considering it seemed to be chasing its progression in construction. (I mean, look at Carmilla and Daenerys.) I don't know how many people were happy with the last season of "Castlevania," but from my POV, it double-tapped itself in the foot with the way it pushed simultaneous sex and violence in its last two episodes. My point is, there was little taste for additional darkness, considering everything that has been happening. Society is drained.

A happy ending was what people really wanted. And man, did this pull through, in that regard. But, there's a conversation to be had in if this swerved too far or if it violates some artistic integrity to give people what they want. So, let's have it.

Look. Man. Have you seen a "Castlevania" ending? When you do it right, it's crumbled castles and rainbow-colored skies. If you do it really right, it results in a pretty girl holding the main character's hand. There is happiness in these games. Hope. Forgiveness and redemption. If this is supposed to be any bit an accurate interpretation of these games, it absolutely should end in such a joyful fashion. (Okay, maybe giving Dracula and Lisa a second honeymoon at the end was a bit much, but I get where people would want that.)

Did some items need to be addressed more? Absolutely. Alucard staking people and Hector getting sexually coerced into servitude are some pretty big topics to just wave away. (Oh, shit. That second part is even worse now with what Ellis was allegedly doing, isn't it?) I suppose I'm just glad the series didn't go full Sephiroth with Alucard. And at least Hector finally took some stand in his situation, even if it wasn't the bombastic, hateful revenge I'm used to seeing from this character in other stories.

I think the creators of this series were trying to save this show from the fate of "Game of Thrones." (To some extent, perhaps the "Voltron" re-interpretation as well.) There's so much media out there anymore that if a production team doesn't nail the ending, their creation gets wiped out of the collective consciousness. To that extent, I think the creators were successful in saving their series. Did it do damage to itself in yanking out of its construction and themes? A bit. But, in doing so, it pivoted back to being more like a proper "Castlevania" product. (And of course, by proper, I mean anything ignoring "Lords of Shadows." God, people need to stop chasing other products when developing "Castlevania" stuff and just let the series be as it is.)

I am very curious as to how much of this season was part of an original draft and how much was revised in backlash to everything that has happened. It doesn't seem like Trevor was intended to survive, but to some extent, Sypha had to. (I mean, until she has a kid, anyway. See "Lords of Shadows" series for dickery regarding that.) I'm also wondering if there was more intended for the Carmilla subplot, as much as the series was banging on about her invading locations. I'm not even sure St. Germain was intended to be a villain all along. Getting into a bitchfight with Death? Sure. Doing what he did here? That's a weird arc, dude.

If you come away from my POV with anything, it should be this: GO PLAY THE GAMES.

Do it. Do it, you ghouls. Go to the Steam store and download the "Castlevania Anniversary Collection." Boot up your PS3 or 4 or 18 or whatever and get "Symphony of the Night." Throttle Nintendo's stores until "Aria of Sorrow" or "Dawn of Sorrow" or "Harmony of Dissonance" or whatever rattles out of their moldy pockets. Find a ROM. Find an ISO. Just play a game. Especially, one of the ones made before 2010.

"Castlevania" as a game series isn't about hordes of vampires dick-waving at each other or edgy swearing or being grim and dark. Some of that stuff's there, sure. But, at its core, it's what game developers created when they looked at Universal Monster Movie creations and went "That's cool. Let's fight that!" It's a series about pushing technology in MMC chips to make rich, vibrant music. It's about flourishing artwork and layers of sprites dripping particles and gore onto players. It's sober and goofy and very pro curry.

The thing is, "Castlevania" players have their own unique connection to the series. We're the weirdos you see clapping their hands when a mutilated dinosaur shows up on screen. It's not because the monster alone is cool. It's that we've fought and struggled and bodied that thing through several floors like a goddamn "X-Men: Children of the Atom" stage. It's kicked our asses. We've kicked its ass. We've got a connection to it that you just don't get from passively watching it barf lasers through a computer monitor or TV screen. Like, you know how people go, "Well, the movie wasn't as good as the book?" It's obnoxious, sure. But, those who read the source materials have to go to the effort of constructing their own sets and people to understand what's happening. In a similar fashion, game players build up their own skill set to reach that next rung.

Maybe you don't always get a payout when you invest your resources into something. But, there is a sense of accomplishment, seeing what you can do.

There's a reason this series got an adaptation. I mean, outside of Konami's head executives wanting easy money. "Castlevania" is a fantastic video game series. Has it got a few problems? Oh yeah. Especially after outsourcing and pachislot machines became all the rage. But, there's a reason Simon and Richter Belmont are playable in "Super Smash Bros. Ultimate." There's a reason I spent a significant amount of time playing these games and writing or drawing fanworks for it. These games are wonderful. Beautiful. Difficult, but inspiring. Reasons I will still bang on about them decades years down the road.

When I get exasperated by layers of angst and edge lord content this Netflix series generated, I want you to know why. The roots of this show are good games held captive under poor management. Some people on staff know this. I wish they had more scenario and writing control. But mostly, I don't want to shit on them or their work. (Well, other than perhaps the obvious target.) I just want you to see what I love in these games.

And also to watch Crashervania. Because that's legit.

#castlevania #netflix castlevania #spoilers #tl;dr play ball or SOTN or a Sorrow game or something

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statusquoergo · 3 years

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'tis the season ... for prompts:) May I ask for Marvey with 13? I think we are all in need of a bit of cheering:} And thank you for doing this, and all of the fics you've written so far, your words always manage to brighten my days! <3

Absolutely you may, and thank you for the prompt! And for saying such kind things about my fics, I really appreciate that a lot. Indeed we could all do with a bit of cheering, it’s been one hell of a year... Well! I hope this helps a little!

Things you said at the kitchen table

[Read on AO3]

They don’t always have time for breakfast. Well, that’s not strictly true; they run the firm, they can show up whenever they feel like it and no one would say a damn thing. Breakfast could take three hours, if they wanted it to, they could waltz in the doors at half past eleven without anything that even sounded like an apology. Not that they would; not that Harvey would be so irresponsible, not that Mike would leave their employees hanging like that, but if they wanted to, theoretically. The option is there.

Sundays, though. Sundays are for them.

What that usually means is that Sundays are for sleeping in, but every once in a while, every now and then, the day hits a little different, the sun shines a little brighter, and the rich aroma of a freshly brewed pot of coffee tempts Mike out of bed toward the sizzle of frying bacon or a slab of french toast or whatever Harvey’s in the mood to whip up that day. Those mornings are the his favorites. Not that Sundays aren’t always great, but those Sundays are the best.

Usually.

This Sunday morning in particular, Mike is lured into the kitchen by the percolating coffeemaker to find Harvey at the stove, flipping blueberry pancakes and tending to a small saucepan of maple syrup warming over a low flame with a very private smile on his face that vanishes the instant he notices Mike settling in at the island. And Mike appreciates the indulgence of it all, and the effort Harvey is putting in and everything, but that smile thing, that’s a little…odd. Is Harvey going to tell him something he doesn’t want to hear? Ask him to do something he doesn’t want to do? There’s not much in the world Mike would deny him, he should know that much, so what…

Wait. Wait, shit, wait, this is about the Andretti case. This is about Yorker and Harrison suddenly threatening to pull out of the merger agreement Harvey’s favorite associate has been working on for the past six months if Andretti doesn’t double his capital investments by like…Friday, or something. Harvey is going to ask him to storm the barricades and pull a solution out of thin air to save the day. This isn’t breakfast, this is a bribe.

God dammit, Harvey. He’s not falling for that one, not again.

He can’t come right out and refuse it point blank, though. For one thing, Harvey might suddenly stop cooking like the petulant little shit he is, and Mike really doesn’t want to waste all that food when he could eat it instead. For another, it’s not as though Harvey would give up trying to get him to sign on to the project after one measly rejection, and Mike doesn’t particularly want to spend the entirety of the next week on pins and needles, sunk into a paranoid haze where every nice thing his boyfriend says to him is a just another stepping stone toward begging him to pull out his white cape and play Avenging Attorney.

Fine. He can play the long game, too. Putting a big old smile on his face, Mike leans across the counter and takes a pointed sniff of the oncoming feast that makes Harvey turn around with an answering grin, the spatula nearly slipping from his hand before he tightens his grip.

“Morning,” he says, turning back to the stove.

“Morning,” Mike echoes, settling back into his chair. “Blueberry?”

“Sorry, we were out of chocolate chips.”

“We definitely aren’t, but I might be able to forgive you if the orange juice is fresh squeezed.”

Harvey snorts an undignified little laugh; he must know Mike is going to turn him down. “Have you always been this needy?” he asks lightly.

“The word you’re looking for is ‘driven.’”

“The word I’m looking for is ‘demanding.’”

Mike shrugs. “At least I know what I want.”

Or don’t want. Go on, just try passing this one off. See how far you get.

Harvey plates a couple of pancakes and shakes his head. “The crap I put up with from you…”

Kind of a weird segue into asking such a big favor, but Mike won’t be fooled into dropping his guard just yet. He’s no rookie.

“I’d say we’re on pretty equal ground there.”

“Yeah.” Harvey turns off the burners and reaches into the cabinet for a carafe for the syrup. “You might be right.”

Mike frowns. Harvey isn’t even going to make a token argument against that? No fight at all? Huh. It’s not the worst tactic he could’ve chosen; too bad for him, Mike came prepared.

“I know I am.”

Harvey just smiles as he sets a plate down in front of Mike, and this is starting to get a little creepy. Might as well start the ball rolling, then; better to get it over with.

“So,” Mike says, pulling the carafe toward himself, “anything special you wanted to do today?”

Harvey shakes his head and picks up his fork.

“I didn’t have anything in mind.”

Mike nods slowly. “Right,” he says. “So… Okay then.”

They eat in silence until Mike’s stack of pancakes is reduced by half, and Harvey seems to have finished about…one.

Mike drops his fork down on the counter. “Alright what—”

“Actually there—”

They both cut themselves off, and Mike narrows his eyes as Harvey widens his.

“What?”

“No,” Mike says. “No, what were you going to say?”

There are only so many hours in the day, and the sooner this is over and done with, the sooner he can relax and enjoy them. He grits his teeth as Harvey takes a breath and drops his hands down to his lap.

“Actually,” Harvey repeats, “there was something I wanted to do today.”

“Oh yeah?” Mike smiles tightly. “What’s that?”

Harvey casts his eyes down for a minute, not completely closed but definitely turned away. Wait, so, wait, actually, maybe this isn’t about the Andretti case. Maybe this isn’t about work at all. Or— Is it? Anything with as much buildup as this has to be big. Maybe—maybe Harvey is sick of the firm. Maybe he’s finally gotten sick of the grind, sick of the hours and hours of his life he’s given over to the law, everything he’s lost, all the sacrifices he’s made. Maybe he needs a change, maybe he wants to start over in some little town in Iowa where nobody knows his name, to throw away the life he’s built for himself, the life they’ve built for themselves, maybe— Maybe he wants Mike to throw his life away too, to go somewhere else and find something new, to start from scratch and build themselves from the ground back up.

And maybe he’s afraid to ask Mike to make that kind of sacrifice, maybe he’s afraid he’ll say no, because he would, wouldn’t he? Would he? Would it be so bad, really, to start over together? To make a life together, something just for them where they could be whoever, whatever they wanted? Could they do it? Would they make it? Would Mike be willing to try? Would Harvey go without him if he wasn’t? Would Mike let himself be trapped into a relationship so lopsided, so dismissive of his wants and needs, so shaped around Harvey’s sudden wanderlust? Would Harvey be able to stand it, doing that to him? Knowing he was doing it to himself? Is that what this is all about, is that what all of this is hurtling toward? Is it?

Rationally, probably not. In all likelihood.

But what if it is?

Mike blinks a couple of times, coming out of his own head to find Harvey looking at him with the most intensely calm expression Mike has ever seen on anybody, anywhere, ever.

“Mike,” Harvey says. “You— Do you like your life? Our life together?”

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. All these goddamn questions and no fucking answers, how dare Harvey spring this on him without any warning? That bastard, what’s he trying to pull?

“Yes,” Mike says slowly. “Are we breaking up?”

Harvey’s lips twist into a smirk, his shoulders twitching back. “Not on my account. Do you want to?”

Mike frowns. “No?”

“Well that’s good.” Harvey’s arm moves like he’s put his hand on his hip, or into his pocket, and he leans forward as Mike’s eyes dart toward the motion and then back up to Harvey’s face. “Because I was thinking about making my mistake official.”

Making— What? He isn’t— This isn’t— This couldn’t—

What?

Harvey grins in that way he has where his eyes sparkle and crinkle up at the corners, his mouth wide like he’s trying not to show his teeth because it’s the only way to keep himself from laughing, and he pushes a little black velvet box forward that can’t possibly mean anything other than exactly what it means, that can’t possibly hold anything other than what Mike knows it must, and this is— He can’t— This doesn’t—

What?

“Mike.”

With enormous effort, Mike wrenches his eyes away from the box and fixes them on Harvey’s.

“So will you marry me or what?”

“I.”

A second ticks by, and then another, and two more. Maybe three. Harvey reaches out to open the box, the heavy platinum band glinting as he nudges it closer.

“What do you say?”

What—

“I say— I say yes.” Mike stares down at the ring. “I mean. Obviously. Yes.”

Being that Mike seems to have more or less frozen in his seat, Harvey slips the ring from its velvet pillow and motions for him to lift his hand.

“You seem surprised,” Harvey teases, sliding the ring onto Mike’s finger. A perfect fit, naturally; Mike doesn’t even know his own ring size, how the hell did Harvey figure it out?

“A little bit, yeah,” Mike says, tilting his hand to catch the light. “I thought you were going to ask me to take over the Andretti case.”

Harvey tilts his head. “Well, now that you mention it…”

“No.”

“Yeah, fine, so are you gonna kiss me or what?”

“God, Harvey, have you always been this needy?”

(But Mike kisses him anyway.)

#marvey #ficlet #fluff #things you said #Anonymous

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lu-undy · 4 years

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Chapter 38 - SBT

Here it is!

The melody of the piano resonated in the venue where silence had fallen to appreciate the music from the artist who Duchemin sold as "immensely talented."

The mask hid the singer's emotions as his heart beat hard under his costume of the most famous of French kings; the one and only who ordered the construction of the palace of Versailles, the same one who wanted such a luxurious palace that it would be regarded as the greatest of all Europe, at least…!

Mundy was in the crowd, at the very front. He could jump in fast if needs be. Jump in and do what? God only knew, but he couldn't leave his friend alone. No, he needed to support him.

Lucien got his lips and his mask closer to the microphone.

"I would like to dedicate this song to my dearest of friends."

Mundy felt someone nudge him with their elbow. He turned his head and realised Duchemin was standing next to him, a glass of champagne in his hand.

"Lucky you, hm, Mike? Having the favours of such a man."

"Y-yeah." Mundy knew the song wasn't meant for him at all. It was for Perle, no doubt.

Lucien started singing.

{To the reader, the song is "Bridge over troubled water" by Simon and Garfunkel.}

"When you're weary, feeling small

When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all

I'm on your side, oh, when times get rough

And friends just can't be found

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will lay me down"

Mundy's jaw dropped behind his mask. He went to put a hand on his mouth to hide it and bumped on the mask.

"When you're down and out

When you're on the street

When evening falls so hard

I will comfort you

I'll take your part, oh, when darkness comes

And pain is all around

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will lay me down"

Mundy was astounded. L didn't only look like Lulu, he didn't only sound like him when he spoke either, no… L was singing with the same intensity, with the same voice that could be as delicate as a whisper, and yet punch Mundy's guts to mush. That last note he kept singing and Mundy's pupils shrank as he started understanding…

It wasn't just the same accent, the same eyes, the same lips. It was the same voice, from that suave man, that elegant silhouette, that charming and alluring voice from another world that Mundy couldn't get out of his head. It was from one man only, and not two.

The chords on the piano grew louder as Lucien drummed his fingers on the keys. He was now completely in the song, absorbed by it. And he wasn't singing for his lady kitten, non, of course not. He was singing to that man who was worried to the bone for him. The same man who was willing to step in and play the saxophone in his stead, even though he surely hadn't touched one in years; that fool whose legs were threatening to give up, but who insisted to sacrifice his shyness for him.

Lucien frowned under the mask as he measured the effort that Mundy was ready to do, just for him.

"Sail on silver girl

Sail on by

Your time has come to shine

All your dreams are on their way

See how they shine

Oh, if you need a friend"

The silver girl was obviously not Perle as Mundy thought it was, non. It was Lucien's voice itself. He wanted it to sail to Mundy, and he begged for forgiveness. He begged in tears under his mask. He knew that the act was over now, he knew Mundy had no doubt understood that L and Lulu were but one and the same…

He sang louder, crying, like the desperate man he was. Desperate for forgiveness, desperate for those sweet times where Mundy didn't know what game he was playing. Lucien sang, and he cried.

"I'm sailing right behind!

Like a bridge over troubled water!

I will ease your mind!

Like a bridge over troubled water!

I will ease your mind!"

Lucien held onto that last note, as long as he was singing it, the song wasn't finished and if it wasn't finished, then he still was in those times, before Mundy would confront him, before he would insult him and turn his back to him.

"Gosh…"

Mundy was paralysed among the crowd. He couldn't breathe but only squint and blink repeatedly as he didn't know who he was looking at. Was it L? Was it Lulu? Were they twins or something? No… No, the bastard had lied. All along. He had lied. He had played with Mundy like a puppet. An idiotic and blind puppet.

The crowd applauded loudly but Mundy didn't hear anything else but a rumble.

"I know a lot of women who would give a lot, just for a night with him. Look at him! Such grace, such refinement! "

Duchemin's voice was, as they say in French, the drop of water that made the vase overflow. It was that tiny thing that just made Mundy's insides flip. He clenched his jaw and turned on his heels. He needed air. Fresh air. A lot of it.

"Excuse me." He mumbled as he headed for the gardens.

"Oh, sure."

Mundy went out of the ballroom as fast as a gust of wind. He hurtled down the marble white stairs and went in the maze of hedges and bushes. He needed some time alone. He only stopped walking when he deemed himself deep enough in the gardens and far enough from anyone else. He found a stone bench and threw his mask on it before taking a seat. There was a fountain in front of him. The lapping sounds that the water made only got to his nerves more...

"Bastard."

He said, more to himself than to anyone else.

Lulu and L were one and only person, and that person had thought the best way to do things was to lie to him. Mundy hadn't lied about anything. He had been as honest as he could be, true to the bone. Why would he have lied, he was going to his death anyway, he was marching to it, making all and any sacrifice that he thought he was incapable of doing.

He had gone out of his hiding. He had met again with Phil, Matt, and Maurice. He had dug the ground, got his cursed rifle again, pulled the trigger again. For him, for L. He had come out of his shell, talked to people, put himself out, in danger and he had always followed what the Frenchman had told him, blindly! He had absolutely no way of telling if L was to be trusted or not! So why did he trust him anyway?

Because he had lost as much as Mundy himself did. That's why.

Mundy had lost his family and Lucien had too. That's why Mundy thought he could trust him because he could understand the pain of that loss. And he had burrowed himself in his own self for ten years too, which Mundy had started to think he was crazy for doing. But no, another human being had gone through that too and reacted the same way.

Wait. Hold on. Maybe that was a lie too? Maybe L had lied about everything? Where did the lie begin and where did it end? Was there ever something that wasn't a lie?

Mundy lowered his head and hid his face in his hands.

Bloody hell…

And it had to happen now? In the middle of Duchemin's party? Where he needed to play that bastard's lover…? Nah, it could hardly be worse.

"I apologise."

Mundy's head jerked back up and he saw L sitting next to him on the bench.

"I sincerely did not mean to cause any harm, on the contrary. If you knew, you would understand that the less you know me, the safer it is for you." He calmly explained.

"What else was a lie?" Mundy asked. "Was there any truth in anything that you said?"

"Oui. A lot of it was true."

"A lot of it is a load of nonsense too, eh."

"I am afraid so."

Lucien took his cigarette case out and flipped it open.

"You're lucky we're here or I'd have made a necklace outta your teeth." Mundy said.

"And I deserve it. As soon as we are out of here, be my guest." Lucien answered. "Cigarette?"

"No."

"Hm." Lucien shrugged and lit one for himself. He shut the case and put it back in his pocket.

"What else is a lie?"

"I cannot answer this-"

"Yeah you bloody can but for some odd reason, you don't want to."

"Not here, not now."

"Was there anything that was true?" Mundy asked. "Any bloody thing?"

"Oui."

"How can I know you're tellin' the truth now?"

"I'm afraid you will have to believe my words."

"Your words are worth shit."

"Sometimes, oui."

"All of the time."

"Non."

"Yeah." Mundy sighed. "I… I trusted you. I believed you and I followed you. Guess that makes me an idiot."

"Maybe. But look around you. You may be an idiot but your gut feeling was right and trusting me led you to meet with the man himself, Duchemin."

"Still. You played with me. Why not tell me the truth?"

"I already told you that I would answer you, but not here and now." Lucien answered.

Mundy frowned.

"So everything I told Lulu… Wait, even the letter?! You knew it was me who wrote it?!"

Lucien nodded.

"Bloody hell…" Mundy hid his face in his hands. "And even the conversations I had with him and all… Oh, bugger…"

The Aussie realised that the Frenchman in fact knew much more than Mundy wanted to allow.

"I do apologise sincerely. In fact, I knew you were true to your words and that did not prevent me from lying to you about a few things."

"A few things? A few th-?! Gosh you're lucky I can't give you what you deserve here and now…"

"I might, oui."

Lucien finished smoking his cigarette.

"Let's go back, I guess Duchemin will be lookin' for us." Mundy said.

"Non, I told him that this whole show got me tired and that we would be going back home." Lucien stood up. "Come, let us get to the car."

Mundy stood up and dragged his feet behind Lucien all the way to the parking lot. He unlocked the car and they both slipped in before he started the engine. They soon found themselves racing through the dark, empty desert.

Mundy was trying to remember all the things he had said to Lulu that he now regretted. And he felt ashamed, it was awful.

"Stop the car."

"Bushman, we are in the middle of now-"

"Stop. The bloody. Car."

Lucien rolled his eyes and sighed. He parked the car on the side of the road and Mundy came out. The Frenchman wasn't understanding what was wrong with him.

"Bushman? Are you ill?"

Mundy went in front of the car lights. He undid the ribbon in his hair and his long brown locks flew free. He then threw the waistcoat on the car bonnet. He removed his glasses and gently put them on top of it, next to the windshield.

"What are you doing?" Lucien asked as Mundy got closer to him. He took him by his collar and headbutted the Frenchman.

"Aïe! Bushman! Do you want to do this here and now?! Really?!"

[Ouch!]

Mundy pushed him such that they were now in front of the car's lights.

"I trusted you, you mongrel."

A punch flew and connected with Lucien's jaw.

"I told you whatever you wanted to know."

Another punch on the other side. Blood was dripping from his lip. Lucien removed his gloves in a haste and put a hand below his lips. It was really blood.

"And you found nothing else to do but to lie to me!"

Lucien's head twisted under the blow and he spat some blood out.

"Bushman-"

"Shut up! Shut! Up! I don't want to hear you! You keep your bloody mouth shut! That'll save you some lies - aargh!"

That punch made Lucien fall to his knees and Mundy shook his aching fist.

"Get up." He said. His voice was calm but the growl betrayed how much rage boiled inside him.

"Wait…" Lucien breathed heavily.

"I said get up." Mundy repeated.

Lucien raised his hand to ask for a second of peace but Mundy wasn't having it. He took him by his collar again and pulled him up before pushing him on his car's bonnet. Lucien's back hit it with a thud, barely cushioned by Mundy's waistcoat that was resting there.

The Aussie pushed him down against it as he hit the masked face again and again. He also gave him some in his stomach and Lucien spat out some blood in a gurgle, gasping for air. The plastic of the mask bent, cracked and broke, punch after punch, and Lucien could feel it lacerating his skin, when the angle of the punch was right. Or when it was wrong.

"I told you everything, bloody hell! And I thought you got me! I thought you understood! I thought you could understand! I thought you felt the same! I thought you'd help me, bloody mongrel! I thought you too were goin' to kill that bloke! I thought you too wanted to see him pay! Why?! Because you said so and I believed you!"

Mundy's shouts, like ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream, diffused in the desert and reached no other living soul but his.

"I told you bloody everythin'! I listened to you! I followed you without questioning…!"

Punch.

"Any!"

Punch.

"Bloody!"

Punch.

"Thing!"

Mundy stopped for an instant and shook his fist. Looking at it, he realised it was covered with blood. He winced and took a look at Lucien's face. He pushed the bits of mask here and there. There was nothing to make out of the mess of a face he had. Entirely covered in blood and miraculously still breathing, albeit with his mouth wide open. His nose was destroyed and Lucien could feel his entire face stinging.

"Bushman…" He coughed and spat some more blood away. "Please, stop… Let me tell you…"

Mundy pulled him by his collar, his long hair flowing after him. Lucien's body wasn't resisting at all. He was wincing under the pain and couldn't keep both his eyes open.

"Was anything true?" Mundy asked with a voice as calm as he was out of his mind.

"O-oui… Argh…"

"What was true? And I swear if you lie to me, I'll kill you, cut you in pieces and bury all over our four counties, six feet under the desert's ground. Not even the vultures will find you."

"Everything… Everything I told you as Lulu… Everything was true…"

Mundy tightened his grip on Lucien's collar and clenched his teeth.

"Tell me exactly what was true and what was a lie or I swear your sheila won't find you tonight."

Lucien's eyelids completely fell on his eyes.

"Oi! I'm talkin' to you, you wanker!"

No answer. Lucien's body was as limp as it could be between Mundy's fists.

"Oi!"

The only answer he received was from the infinite and empty desert. Silence. He let Lucien's body rest against the car's bonnet and bent to his mouth and nose. He was breathing with difficulty, but he was still breathing. Mundy had knocked him completely out.

-- The next day --

"Huh…?"

Lucien opened his eyes in a place he did not recognise. He blinked repeatedly and frowned. He turned his head and saw a green curtain.

He remembered that curtain. He was at the Doctor's.

"Mon Dieu…"

He sat up.

"Argh?!"

He slammed a hand on his stomach. It ached.

"Qu'est-ce que…?"

[What the…?]

He panted and screwed his eyes shut for the pain to pass. And he realised it wasn't just his stomach. His entire face was in pain. He put a hand on it and felt bandages.

"Nnh…"

He sat with his back against the wall. He looked at himself and realised he was wearing an old, washed out, red polo shirt and a brown pair of trousers. Both were one size too big for his slender silhouette.

"You're finally up?"

Lucien's head twisted fast and he saw M lying on another bed next to his. He was dressed normally, well, not with his eighteenth century costume that is. Lucien looked around Mundy. He saw a book and he noticed the Aussie's shoes were at the bottom of the bed.

"What happened?" Lucien asked.

"You don't remember?"

"Barely. I remember you beating me up. And then nothing."

"D'you at least remember why I beat you up, or do I need to do it again?"

Lucien growled.

"You lay a finger on me and I'll-"

"You won't do anythin'...!" Mundy answered as he sat up. "You can't even sit straight, you mongrel. What are you gonna do? Stare at me through the bandage to death? Pfff… Your face is better wrapped up than a mummy's!"

Lucien winced out of pain. The Aussie was right. He wouldn't and couldn't do anything.

"You hit harder than when we quarrelled at Maurice's." Lucien said.

"Yeah well, part of me wanted to kill you."

"I am glad it wasn't the entirety of you."

"It was close." Mundy said.

"What held you back?"

"I could ask you the same. I know you can fight. Why didn't you do anything?"

"Because I deserved it." Lucien answered. He saw his cigarette case and his lighter on the small table next to his bed, and grabbed them. "Cigarette?"

"Nah."

The Frenchman lit one for himself and started smoking.

"And you didn't kill me because…?"

"Because you still didn't tell me." Mundy answered.

"Tell you what?"

"What's true and what was a lie."

"Ah." Lucien took a deep breath. His ribcage was sore somehow.

"You said that everythin' you told me as Lulu was right."

"Oui, it is."

"What else is true?" Mundy asked.

"Your sharpshooting skills are godly."

"Yeah, I know that, thanks. I meant what else was a lie and what's the truth."

"Non, I mean it."

Mundy turned his head to Lucien.

"I don't need you to tell me I'm an excellent sniper, wanker!"

"I have served in the army, in France. I have seen war. I have seen slaughters and I have seen death. I also have seen sharpshooters, none of them with your skills however."

Mundy sighed.

"What else is true." He repeated.

"Louis is my second name, my first one also starts with an L. I come from France indeed and everything I have told you about my past is true."

"Your fiancée and kid too?"

Lucien frowned under the bandages.

"Oui. They… They are the reason Duchemin needs to die."

"Hm." Mundy was watching the Frenchman with great attention when the door to their room opened wide and fast.

"Ah no! No smoking here!"

The Doctor entered, snatched the cigarette off of Lucien's very lips and crushed it before tossing it in the bin.

"Though that does mean that you have woken up… Anything is aching?" The beggar asked.

"A better question would be if anything is not." Lucien answered.

"You got a very decent and thorough beating." The Doctor answered.

"How bad is my face?" Lucien asked and Mundy rolled up his eyes.

"Don't worry, I didn't wipe out your mascara, princess…"

Lucien gave him a black stare.

"You were lucky as you didn't need any stitches. But healing will take a long time." The Doctor answered.

"How long?"

"At least a week."

"Merde…" Lucien shook his head. "And how long will I stay on this hospital bed?"

"You could go back home today as far as I'm concerned."

"Ah, good."

"But you will need to change those bandages frequently."

"Fine."

"That gives us a week to set things straight." Mundy answered. "You got a lot of explainin' to do."

The Doctor fished a box of pills out of his pocket.

"Take two every six hours, preferably during your meals."

"Merci, Docteur."

[Thanks, Doctor.]

"Hm." He nodded and left the room.

"So…" Mundy resumed. "What else did you lie about?"

Lucien tried to stand off of his bed but his ribcage and stomach hurt so much that he was bending his back forward and holding his ribs. He felt a hand on his shoulder and raised his head to see Mundy standing next to him.

"Where are you goin'?"

"I need a glass of water to take these pills."

"Go back to bed." Mundy slipped on his boots and went out of the room.

When he came back, he saw Lucien sitting on the bed, fiddling with the Aussie's hat.

"Here," Mundy gave him some water. "And would it kill you to ask before taking my stuff?"

"Well presently, it might." Lucien answered. "But thank you."

He took his pills and drank some water. After a few seconds, he nodded to Mundy and put the glass next to him.

"There are things I did not tell you. They are not lies, but things you have misunderstood about me, or you have barely any idea about."

"Like your name?"

"Oui, amongst other things."

"I don't mind if you don't give me your full name. A name is personal." Mundy answered. "And you said it yourself, it's the first gift your parents give you."

"Indeed."

Silence fell for a while.

"Listen, M." Lucien started. "Everything I sang and everything I said as Lulu was true. There wasn't a single word of it that I did not mean. And now I regret it. I should not have told you so much about me."

"Pff…" Mundy chuckled out of nervousness. "Me too, eh. If I'd known it was really you I wouldn't have said half the stuff I did."

"I…"

Lucien's hesitation made Mundy raise his eyes to him. The Frenchman was fiddling nervously with Mundy's hat.

"What?"

"I know you probably won't believe me but I sincerely apologise. The temptation was too big to lie, to have my own way with you, to feel I had everything in my control as opposed to life just making me eat dirt." Lucien explained. "But I want you to know that I am not proud of it and my intention deep down wasn't to play with you. Non. I just saw an opportunity to lead things the way that I saw fit and I seized it. Had it been anyone else, I would have done exactly the same. Except maybe for one thing…"

"What?" Mundy kicked his boots away and laid on the bed again.

"I wouldn't apologise." Lucien answered, raising his eyes off the worn-out, brown hat, to the Aussie. "I… I behaved like a simpleton and put my pride before the respect that I have grown to have for you."

"Hm."

"Do you accept my apologies?"

"I don't know, Spook. I mean… We'll see."

Lucien sighed and with a grunt, he got off his bed, grabbed his cigarette case and lighter, and went to his shoes. He tripped on the leg of the trousers that were too long for him and fell until two strong arms stopped his fall.

"Oof-! You're heavier than you look…" Mundy helped him back up.

"Thank you, M."

"What are you doin'?"

"I want to go back home."

"Alright, I'll drive you back." Mundy answered as both got ready.

"What did you do with my car?" Lucien asked.

"Don't worry, I know a bloke who's gonna fix it."

"Fix it?" Lucien asked while trying to put on his jacket. Mundy came to help him.

"Yeah, I beat you up on the bonnet and it got all dented."

"Ah…" Lucien nodded. "I see."

"Don't worry, I let Maurice know too. He knows that bloke, they'll know what to do with the car."

"Merci."

[Thanks.]

"De rien." Mundy answered with quite a thick accent.

[You're welcome.]

Lucien looked up at him and put the hat he had been holding on to on the tall Aussie's head.

"Nah, you can keep it." Mundy took it from his head and dropped it on Lucien's.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Just makes it more bearable to look at your ugly mug now." He opened the door for the Frenchman.

"My mug, as you say, is very comely."

"Shush, you look like a mummy and walk slower than one, c'mon, old man." Mundy took Lucien's arm and put it behind his shoulders. The Frenchman rested part of his weight on Mundy and both walked out.

They went to the van.

"Right, where's home?" Mundy asked.

"The Grand Palace hotel."

"Seriously?"

"Oui, please."

"Christ, can you even get more posh than that…?"

"I think I set the bar quite high." Lucien answered and they exchanged a smile.

"I'll drop you off at the entrance and then I'll go off."

"Non, please, come inside and please let me offer you a coffee, for your trouble."

"My trouble?"

"Oui, you have taken me to the Doctor's, lent me some of your clothes and you have come to see if I was woken up."

Mundy chuckled.

"I didn't come and visit, I stayed there the entire time, you idiot."

Lucien's eyebrows jumped.

"What?! The entire night?"

"Yeah. I didn't want you to die."

"Didn't you?" Lucien teased.

"Not yet." Mundy answered. "First, answers."

"Ah, oui, I understand."

"And here we are, your majesty the mummy, your hotel." Mundy parked on the open parking lot.

"Many thanks." Lucien undid his seat belt and turned to Mundy. "Please, I insist."

"What?"

"Come inside with me."

"Mate, it's nice of you but please, your sheila must have died worrying why you didn't come home last night. So go and see her."

"I want you to meet her."

Mundy's eyebrows jumped.

"What?!"

"I want you to meet Perle." Lucien repeated.

"Mate-"

"I will not exit this van alone." The Frenchman crossed his arms over his chest and waited on the passenger's seat.

Mundy sighed.

"Right then… Let's go and meet your sheila…"

"Merci."

[Thanks]

They both exited the van and Mundy helped Lucien walk in the hotel.

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy #SBT

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hoewkeyesblue · 4 years

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talk to me

✿ — requested by: anon

✿ — pairing: bill denbrough x reader

✿ — summary: bill has nightmares and can’t sleep. reader knows he needs to talk to her to finally get rid of those terrible dreams.

✿ — word count: 947.

✿ — warnings: angst, sleep deprivation, briefly mention of suicide.

✿ — notes: after so long without writing anything, I finally felt inspired to write this. it’s unbetad and I honestly don’t even know how I did manage to write it, but I’m pretty satisfied. hope all of you like it.

✿ — song: talk to me by cavetown.

✿ — links: requests rules | masterlists | prompt lists

It started about two weeks ago.

You and Bill were drinking some wine while talking about your past. It was the first time he ever mentioned his little brother, George, who had died years and years ago. That night you met a side of Bill you never know that existed; your boyfriend was shaking, stuttering.

“Bill, my love, you don’t need to tell me… Everything’s fine”, you told him but he didn’t listen.

“Something bad happened that year, I just can’t remember what. I had some amazing friends back then, people used to call us the Losers. At some point, we started to call ourselves that too, we didn’t mind much. Stan, Bev, Richie, Mike, Eddie, Ben… God, I miss them so much right now. I loved them, I think I still do”, he was there with you but, at the same time, he was far, far away.

But it was only the beginning; after that, Bill had nightmares almost every night. He would wake up screaming, sweating, scared. Once you heard him asking “why him? Why him, why him, why him?” Your heart broke that night and you hold him tight, whispering “everything’s gonna be alright”.

It was when the sleep deprivation began.

Bill just assumed he couldn’t sleep or his demons would hunt him down. He spent almost four days avoiding sleep, always with a cup of coffee or some energetic. He would fall asleep while writing – or trying to write – his books and then would wake up with his heart racing.

“You’re killing yourself, damn it!”, you screamed last night, tired of seeing him walking around like a zombie. He stopped and looked into your eyes, exhausted, and then moved to the kitchen. Didn’t say a single word.

Today, you came home from work with a sedative recommended by the pharmacy owner himself. You told Bill to take a pill, but he took three and you didn’t sleep because of that; he was asleep, finally, but you were worried and needed to check his breathing every fifteen minutes.

It was four in the morning when you fell asleep too.

You didn’t sleep much, though, because Bill woke you up by screaming at 6.

“Babe… wake up. It’s okay, everything’s okay, babe”, you whispered by his ear, holding him tight. He kept groaning and saying stuff you couldn’t understand. “Bill? Love, I’m here with you. I’m here, okay? You’re sleeping, Bill, it’s just a bad dream.”

But you couldn’t wake him up for about five minutes and were worried sick when he opened his eyes, breathing heavily as he cried out.

You felt so relieved that he was awake.

“Oh, my God, love… are you okay?”, you asked, still worried, holding his face with both of your hands.

“I wouldn’t wake up, Y/N… I thought… fuck… for a second I thought I was back there for real. And I saw… I saw him...”, he panted, shaking. “I can’t… I can’t take it anymore. It’s too fucking much, I’d rather die than revive that day. I’d rather die, I’m not fucking kidding.”

“Don’t say that, Bill, please. Please. Tell me what it is, we’ll figure it out together, I know we will”, you almost begged, fear coming back hardly. You didn’t know what you would do if Bill tried to… no. He wouldn’t.

“If I tell you, you’ll never forgive me”, he avoided your eyes.

“What make you think that, Bill? You can trust me, I would never turn my back to you”, you whispered, caressing his cheek.

“If I can’t forgive myself, how could you?” He was so hurt you could almost feel his pain too.

“We’re harder with ourselves than with other people, Bill… Just take this weight off your shoulders. Talk to me, love. I’m here and I’m willing to share this burden with you, whatever it is.”

Bill stared at you for almost an entire minute, his eyes full with tears and fear. His body was still shaking and his lips were trembling.

“My brother died because of me”, he said so quickly you forgot how to breath for about five seconds. “I said I was sick because I didn’t want to go out and play with him, so he went by his own and never came back. All I can think is… if I wasn’t so fucking selfish, if I had gone with him he would still be here. I know he would’ve loved you and he’d come over every time he could. Only if I haven’t lied.”

And, again, your heart was broken. You breathed heavily, taking his cold hands with yours, caressing them while looking into his guilty eyes.

“Love, I know it’s hard to believe someone words when they’re not judging you as hard as you’re judging yourself, but I’ll be honest with you. I love you. I love you a lot and I’m sure George loved you too, he still do, actually. I’m not much of a believer, but I know that he’s still here in some place and he doesn’t hate you or even think it’s your fault”, you said in a soothing tone. “You were just a kid, my love, just a kid. It wasn’t your fault, Bill. I know it, George knows it and I bet all your friends at that time knew it too. No one judges you, you’re loved and I promise you’re nothing but an amazing person.”

Bill wiped his aching tears and held you tight, sobbing quietly as you pet his hair. None of you said nothing for almost an hour, you just hugged each other until he felt like everything was okay. And it was, you would show him.

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fatechica · 4 years

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Sneak peak for next chapter ?

A sneak peak, you say? Why, don’t mind if I do.

(fair warning, if you think you’re gonna get any resolution out of this, you boutta be disappointed because ahead lies only pain - pain for as far as the eye can see....)

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It takes approximately half a nanosecond for Mike to realize just how much he fucked up.

Actually, to be perfectly honest, he knew he’d fucked up from the moment he snapped at El when she told him she knows about probably the most embarrassing experience of his entire life.

Mike knows he was beyond wrong to lash out at her – knew it in the moment, too. But it was like El had touched on a raw nerve in an open wound and he swiped at her like a wounded animal backed into a corner, acting on instinct instead of reason.

But, for as much as Mike knows he’s fucked up, he’s utterly paralyzed as he watches El walk out of his room… and away from him. He can hear the sickening echo of their parting words loop over and over in his brain (I guess we’re done here, then – Guess we are). And, with each loop, it warms until it’s like the horror movie funhouse version: unrecognizably familiar.

Mike can hear himself agreeing with El’s far-too-cold declaration that their relationship or whatever it actually was –

(relationship, partnership, forever, his heart clamors from the protective corner he’s locked it in, the part of him that knows without a shadow of a doubt that he’ll never feel about anyone the way he feels about el.)

– is over and he can’t fucking believe those words came from his mouth, that he so readily and easily said them.

And the fact that all of this has happened, all in the span of less than 10 minutes, leaves him numb and dizzy, brain flubbing with disbelief as he stands there frozen in place, El having just disappeared from view.

In fact, it’s only when he hears the distant sounds of the front door opening and shutting does any kind of movement come back to his limbs and his brain.

“Fuck.” The word spills from between his lips, tumbling out beyond his control. And it’s like the simple utterance unlocks the floodgates of his brain. “Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!” Mike kicks at the underside of his bed, shin striking the frame and shaking the entire thing. Pain slices up his leg, but it’s nothing compared to the pain pounding away in his heart.

The full weight of what just happened is finally dawning on him, revealing the gaping chasm of heartbreak and regret he’s in the middle of falling into. And, the worst part, is that it’s all his fault.

What has he done? God, what has he done?

Mike turns and collapses onto the edge of his bed, head falling into his hands. He closes his eyes, like it’ll block everything out. But the movie reel of the last 10 minutes just runs over and over again and the only thing closing his eyes does is trap the tears that spring up so they can burn against his flesh.

Mike presses the heels of his palms against his closed eyes, but the tears continue to flow, spilling out from behind his eyelids and past his hands.

Mike can’t believe – just can’t – how much has changed in what feels like a blink of an eye. One minute, he had everything and now he has nothing….

Only, that’s not true, is it? He hasn’t had anything in a long time. In fact, all he had was El and naturally he screwed that all up.

The sudden shift in equilibrium feels like someone’s doused him with ice water and pulled off the blindfold at the same time, leaving him shivering among the ruins that lay in tatters at his feet. His family is broken – hell, he is broken; his friends are on their last nerve when it comes to putting up with his flaky bullshit these days; and El, the only good thing in his life, is gone, pushed away by his own self-destructive hand.

What does he have left? What can he possibly salvage from the wreckage of his failures and faults?

I have to apologize. I have to fix this. The thought rings loudly in his brain like a clarion call, realization zipping through him and leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Somehow, Mike’s going to have to suck it up, gather every shred of bravery he absolutely does not have, and apologize to El like his life depends on it.

Hopefully, she’ll be willing to listen to him – honestly, he wouldn’t blame her if she told him to fuck off for the rest of his life. But he has to try. The thought of a life where El doesn’t play a starring role is not a life he wants to have.

God, he can’t believe the things he said, the things he accused her of, of being with him out of pity and not understanding him.

It’s not true – Mike knows it’s not. He doesn’t feel like anyone gets him the way El does. And he knows she’s not the type to act out of pity. She was with him because she wanted to be, and he went and fucked it all up.

He’d just been so hurt, first at finding out she’s known about Ashley all this time and then the accusation that he was selfish, that he had nothing really to be sad and angry about.

Not true, the still wounded part of his psyche whispers in hissed undertones. She doesn’t understand what’s really going on.

Which, if Mike has to be honest with himself about, is his fault because he hasn’t told her. El has no idea about the things Mike’s been keeping from her and he feels like the biggest hypocrite for getting mad at her for keeping secrets from him when he’s been hiding a pretty big fucking part of his life from her.

Not that it excuses what El did – she should have told him sooner about what she knew. But Mike knows he has to let it go because it’s only right. Hell, it’s only fair.

Mike groans at the thought of fairness, falling back into the bed as his strength gives out on him. At the core of this, all El wanted was to be treated fairly, to feel like she had a say, and he tossed it in her face. Yes, going to a school dance is still the last thing Mike wants to do, but he could have found some sort of compromise, some kind of middle ground.

Guess it turns out I won’t do anything for her, when it comes down to it. The realization makes him unbearably sad and the tears that had just started drying up spring back to life.

El deserves someone who will give her everything, who will move heaven and earth to make her feel like she’s as amazing as she is. Mike knows she doesn’t deserve someone like him, that she deserves better… hell, he also knows he will never deserve her, not after what just happened.

But he has to try. Because he doesn’t think he can live without her.

Because he thinks – no, he knows – he’s in love with her. He has been for months, but he hasn’t had the courage to face it until now, until he had no other choice.

Mike just wishes he didn’t have to hit rock bottom in order to get here. But that’s where he is now and there’s no other path forward than this. Mike has no choice but to put himself out there. Anything else is just too painful to think about.

God, what if this doesn’t work? What if he can’t get her to forgive him, talk to him… acknowledge him?

Even though Mike wouldn’t blame El for doing any of that, just the thought makes his hope seem futile.

You’d deserve it, that insidious voice hisses from the dark corners of his mind, piping up with its usual black tar of doubt and self-loathing.

For the first time in a while, anger and frustration roar up inside of him to do battle with the voice. And Mike curses that there’s a part of him that won’t let him be happy, won’t let him have hope. It always, always, tries to pull him down to its level until he can’t ever get up again.

That voice has been the driving force of nearly every action he’s taken for the past several months and Mike’s tired of it. He’s going to have to figure out a way to muzzle that voice if he has any chance of making things right with El and that’s just as daunting a task as getting El to talk to him again.

Ugh, fuck everything, Mike laments with a tired groan. He feels antsy and exhausted at the same time as he sits up in bed, shoulders slumped with the weight of everything piled on top of him.

Mike isn’t sure what tortured impulse makes him do this, but he shifts where he’s sitting, one knee drawn up and folded in front of him so he can easily turn and look at the other side of the bed.

El’s side of the bed, to be exact.

When his brain assigned her a side, Mike doesn’t know, but the sight of it – empty, blankets rumpled, pillow still gently dented from where her head was resting – twists painfully at his heart. He knows if he picks up that pillow, he’ll still be able to smell her and that’s all it takes for his throat to grow thick, tears threatening to spill once more.

Mike stands up in a rush, hurrying to look away. The hits feel like they’re coming way too quickly and he knows he has to get out of there unless he wants to risk a full-on meltdown.

So he dresses in a clean pair of PJs and all but runs from the room in search of some sort of sanctuary.

Which means the basement is out – too many memories of El down there – so Mike finds himself spread out on the couch in the family room, homework and textbooks discarded around him. He just doesn’t have the mental energy to do any of it.

But he tries… or he pretends to at any rate. Turns out that without anything to distract him, there’s nothing to keep Mike from focusing on just how empty his house is… and how absent his family is.

In fact, there’s nothing to distract him from just how fucked up this whole thing is and Mike can’t look away.

Or, rather, everywhere he looks, there it is. It’s like taking El away has lifted the blinders and there’s nowhere for him to look but at the broken landscape spread out in front of him. And the emotions he’s spent so long avoiding are rearing their ugly head.

Sadness swallows him, then – deep and unrelenting, the kind that is all too easy to drown in. Mike finds himself crying and unable to do anything to make it stop. Tears spill down his face, dripping off the edge of his jaw to fall onto the open pages of the textbook in his lap, the one he can no longer see because his vision is completely clouded over.

The world swims all around him and Mike gives up trying to be useful. For a while, he just sits there, head tipped back to rest against the couch cushions while silent tears just pour down his face. He doesn’t sob, doesn’t cry out, doesn’t wail or whine or any of it.

He just… cries, overburdened by the weight of his grief that presses down on his chest until he can barely breathe.

Mike’s not sure how long he sits there, grief working through him one inch at a time. He sets aside his homework, knowing that he’s not going to get any of it done, and eventually, he gets up to scrounge dinner together.

His mom and Holly are at his aunt’s house and his dad’s away on a business trip, so no one’s there to see the slow breakdown he’s experiencing. And with no one there to check in on him, Mike’s allowed to wallow in depressing silence.

Even though his grief isn’t explosive, it’s still exhausting – like a marathon instead of a sprint – and Mike crawls into bed somewhere around 9:30, eyes dried out and burning, lids both heavy from exhaustion and swollen from tears.

At some point, as he lays there trying to fall asleep, he grabs the pillow that still has El’s lingering scent on it and holds it tight to his chest. It both comforts him and hurts him by equal measure, a painful reminder of the fuck up he’s turned his life into… the fuck up his life’s been for months, if he’s being honest.

And yet, despite the daunting task ahead of him, despite the fact that he’s going to have to crawl out of this pit and learn how to cope with his family’s new normal head on instead of avoiding it, despite having to do all of that while keeping the other pieces of his life together (such as they are)... when he finally manages to fall asleep that night?

It’s the best night’s sleep he’s had in months.

#stranger things #mileven #it's just pain folks #nothing but angsty pain #Anonymous

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liesyousoldme · 5 years

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Prompts 1 or 10?

1. Post Break Up Kiss - The kiss that catches both of you off guard, but says I miss you, I’m sorry and please love me again all at once without any words being spoken.

Hope you enjoy! There’s more under the cut!

It had never gotten this bad before.

Sure, they argued all the time, but usually they both knewit was just teasing. Occasionally they would get into real arguments, usuallyabout stupid shit that didn’t even matter by the time they made up. There hadbeen only one instance that could really be called a fight. It had been overwhere to go to college, and it hadn’t lasted more than four days.

This time, they were hitting the three-week mark since thelast time they spoke. Eddie had spent most of that time in a daze, going towork, eating, sleeping, but not really living. Richie had spent that time inSeattle.

Eddie still found himself staring at the text from Beverly. Richie’s here. He hadn’t heard anythingelse from her and he didn’t know what he could say in response. His boyfriendhad taken his car and left for an entirely different state after the fight,what was there to say? Beverly and Ben were the only losers on this side of thecountry, of course that’s where he’d go.

He was bitter about it. He didn’t have the option of runningaway like Richie did. He had a job that he had to go to every day. And wherewould he go? Georgia, to see Stan? Stan, who had always been closer to Richie, whoalways got Richie in some weird best friend kind of way? Or Mike in Florida? Itwould take a week to even get there. Or he could just hop on a plane to fuckingLondon to see Bill on his film set, because he totally has the time to takecare of his weepy best friend.

But he had a job. A real job. And that was the issue, wasn’tit? How funny that the whole reason they were fighting is the thing thatallowed Richie to run away. Fucking hilarious.

Eddie kept replaying the fight in his head as he sat on thecouch, bundled up in a blanket from the hall closet, because the one from thebed smelled like Richie. The TV was on but he wasn’t paying attention to it,instead going over every word they’d said, trying to figure out what they could’vedone differently.

But there wasn’t anything. They hadn’t said anything biting,anything cruel. There were no insults. What started as a normal conversationescalated until Richie was getting up and walking away, telling Eddie he couldn’tdeal with this. He’d packed a duffel bag and Eddie had just stared, shocked.Without a goodbye, Richie got in his car and drove away.

The thing was, Richie wasn’t thinking logically; he wasviewing the situation from an emotional standpoint. Eddie understood that. But justbecause he’s passionate about it doesn’t mean reality goes away! Just becausehe was a good comedian didn’t mean he could make a career out of it! Just quithis job and join a stand-up tour across the country! The pay was almost nonexistent,and he would be gone for four months and howcould he audition for this without telling him? How many other things hadhe auditioned for? Things that would take him away from Eddie for months at atime?

This was so fucking stupid. Richie was good, too good tojump on the first opportunity that knocks. He was willing to take a shitty dealjust because it was the first offer. They were in LA for fuck’s sake, surelythere was some position somewhere that would cover his half of the rent! And hewouldn’t have to leave for months at a time!

But the worst part was that he wasn’t willing to talk aboutit. Eddie had been ready to argue until they’d come to some kind of compromise.It’s what they did. Even when the fight hurts, they don’t fight each other,they fight the issue. It never felt like Richie versus Eddie. It was supposedto be Richie and Eddie versus figuring out Richie’s career path. But Richie hadleft.

A knock at the door startled him so badly he knocked theremote off the couch. It was past seven at night, who the hell would beknocking? He wiped his eyes and went to the door, not really caring if helooked presentable. Let the delivery guy or who the fuck ever know he spent hisSaturday curled in a ball of sadness on the couch.

But it wasn’t a delivery guy.

They stood staring at each other for a moment. Richie lookedtired. He looked sad.

“Um, you don’t have to knock,” Eddie finally said quietly. “It’sstill your apartment, too.”

“Yeah, I just-“ He stopped his sentence and shrugged,looking at the ground. Eddie moved so he could come inside, and Richie droppedhis duffel on the floor of the entry way. Eddie started walking back toward theliving room when Richie grabbed his hand, stopping him. “Eddie?”

Eddie swallowed thickly. Richie was still holding his hand,and there was an ache in his chest because he didn’t even realize how much hemissed him.

Richie looked like he was going to say something, or dosomething, but he looked back down to the ground and shook his head. “Nevermind.”

Eddie nodded, not knowing what to do. Richie just stoodthere with his head down. He dropped Eddie’s hand and Eddie immediately wantedto grab it back but forced himself to turn around and walk.

Eddie felt awkward, standing in the middle of their livingroom staring at Richie. He hadn’t entered the room. He looked like he wasn’tsure he was allowed. The only sound was the quiet murmur of the TV, and thepounding of Eddie’s heart in his ears.

“You left,” he said, when the silence became too much. He knewhe sounded like he was about to cry but he didn’t care.

“I did,” Richie said softly. He wouldn’t look up.

“We could’ve – we could’ve worked things out, we just neededto talk about it, and you left.”

Richie didn’t say anything, but he glanced up to meet Eddie’seyes. He looked a little like a kicked puppy and Eddie wanted nothing more thanto hold him, tell him it was okay and that they’d work it out. But he couldn’t.

“You left me.”

Richie’s face crumpled. He spoke through the tears that hadstarted to fall. “I know.”

Eddie was concerned. It was so unlike Richie to clam up, tonot speak his mind.

Richie licked his lips, swallowed, took a deep breath. “Idon’t have an excuse. I just did it. I’m sorry.”

He didn’t look away as he apologized, and Eddie knew Richiebetter than anyone. It was a genuine apology. He meant what he said.

“It’s not okay,” he said carefully. Richie’s face dropped;he looked like he’d been punched. “But I forgive you.”

“I don’t know what that means, Eddie.”

“It means you can sleep on the couch tonight and we can figureit out tomorrow.”

They didn’t say much after that. Eddie went to bed whileRichie showered. He tried to fall asleep, but he couldn’t get Richie’s face outof his head. He wasn’t even sure that he was mad anymore; he couldn’t feelanything beyond how much he missed him. How stupid it was to be in differentrooms when he wanted nothing more than to be next to Richie.

It wasn’t even nine o’clock when Eddie sighed and went backto the living room. Richie was sitting on the couch in the same place Eddie hadsat earlier, and he looked up from the TV when Eddie came in.

“Did I wake you up? I’m sorry, I can turn the TV –“

One moment he was standing in front of Richie, the next hehad dropped into his lap, grabbed his face, and kissed him.

Richie’s hands found his cheeks, thumb rubbing the soft skinthere. After a few moments, Richie started to pull away. Eddie pushed forward,deepening the kiss and clutching at Richie’s shirt beneath his hands. He hopedRichie could feel everything he was trying to say.

I missed you. We’reokay. I love you.

Richie smiled into the kiss, then broke into a wet laugh.Eddie used his thumb to catch the tears that were falling down his face, andRichie closed his eyes. They rested their foreheads together, breathing eachother’s air. Richie and Eddie versus the world.

I missed you. We’reokay. I love you.

#reddie #reddie fic #my fic #Anonymous

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calpalirwin · 4 years

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Sleepless

A/N: So this started as a cute idea of Ashton singing Y/N to sleep, but it kinda spiraled into a making Ash jealous blurb. Oops? Still we got a cute boy playing guitar

And away, and away we go!

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You sighed and rolled over in bed. You grabbed your phone to check the time. 1:21 am. You sighed again. You had been trying to fall asleep for going on 3 hours now. No such luck. Your mind & body were too restless to let you sleep. You sighed a 3rd time and rolled back over. You suppressed an eye roll at your boyfriend sleeping peacefully next to you, soft snores falling from his lips. “Ash,” you whispered, reaching over to nudge his shoulder. “Ash, you asleep?"

"Hmm?" he mumbled sleepily, eyes closed. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"I can't sleep," you said simply.

"Mmm, sorry, gorgeous," he answered, still not opening his eyes.

"Ash," you whined, knowing he was already falling back asleep and needing him to stay awake with you.

"What?" he asked, rubbing at his face and finally opening his eyes to look at you.

"I can't sleep!" you repeated, beyond frustrated at this point.

"I understand that. And I'm sorry. But, what do you want me to do?"

"I dunno... not fall asleep? Keep me company?"

"So none of us get to sleep?”

"Ugh. Just forget it. Go back to sleep. I'm gonna go watch TV or something." you told him with a huff, getting out of bed.

"No, stop," he said, an arm reaching out to grab you. "I'm up."

"That's not what I wanted!"

"Gorgeous," his voice grumbled. "I get you're frustrated because you can't sleep. But you woke me up. Now, you can either let me help you, or let me go back to sleep. But, you can't have it both ways or get mad at me about it. Because then I'm gonna get mad. And then we really aren't gonna get any sleep."

"Can you play for me?"

"My drums? Gorgeous, we got neighbors..."

"Guitar, Ash," you rolled your eyes. "Please? You know it helps me sleep when you sing to me.''

"Yeah, my singing voice puts my girlfriend to sleep and does absolute wonders for my self-esteem in the process," he half-joked, half-grumbled.

"It's soothing, Ash. Not boring. Promise."

"I gotta play, too?"

"Please? It doesn't sound the same without the guitar."

"A band with 3 guitar players, and you pick the drummer... and then make him play guitar for you. When he has 3 guitar-playing bandmates."

"Oh, by all means, I'll go give them a call. Luke's practically your twin anyhow...” you teased him back.

“Call Lu, then. See if I care," he said, crossing his arms over his face, intent on going back to sleep.

"Fine, I will! " you said defiantly, grabbing your phone. When Ashton made no move to stop you, you dialed Luke.

Luke picked up on the third ring. "Y/N? Everything okay?" the sleepy blonde answered, his tired voice laced with panic.

"Hi, Lu." you said brightly, smiling smugly at Ashton who was now watching you between the gap in his arms. "I can't sleep. Will you play guitar and sing to me?"

"Jesus Christ, Y/N! I thought something was actually wrong."

"Something is wrong," you insisted. "I can't sleep I need you to play for me."

"Where's Ash?"

"Right here. Ignoring me. Please Lu? Play and sing for me?"

"Oh, are we playing the make Ash jealous game?" Luke asked, perking up.

"Lu! Baby boy? Golden child? Please?" you asked, glad he knew your game plan and was willing to play along.

"Oh damn, you're playing hard ball," Luke laughed. "Hang on, gimme a second." You heard him shuffle about his room.

"You're so good to me, Lu babes." you cooed into your phone, shooting Ashton a triumphant grin.

"Yeah, yeah," Luke laughed. "So, what do you wanna hear? Unpredictable or Long Way Home?" Luke asked, making his voice loud so Ashton could hear him, even strumming the guitar for extra effect.

"Alright!" Ashton cracked, grabbing the phone from you. "Lucas, you so much as mumble my lyrics to my girlfriend, and I'll keep Petunia next time we watch her." he growled, jealousy overriding his desire to win this fight.

Luke laughed, "G'night you two."

"Thanks, Luke. G'night!" you said grinning.

"Anytime, Y/N, any time."

"That was low," Ashton toId you once your phone was back on the nightstand. "Really low. You know I was gonna do it."

"Aw, Ash," you giggled, cupping his face in your hands. "We were only teasing you, you know that."

"Those are our songs, Y/N. Yours and mine. That was mean..." he continued to pout.

"Don't make me call your bluff," you told him, pecking his lips with yours.

"I was teasing! What you did, that was mean."

“Aw, Ash. Luke and I were only teasing you back. But if I hurt your feelings, then I am sorry. You knew I really wouldn't let Luke sing those songs to me, right?"

"You better not let anyone sing those to you."

"Never, Ash. Never," you told him, giving him another kiss. "Only you. You're hot when you're jealous, you know that?"

He gave a shake of his head. "I hate feeling that way. I hate feeling possessive and out of control."

"I know," you said softly, understanding you had clearly gone too far this time. “And I am sorry, Ash. I didn't mean anything by it. Forgive me?"

"Can you forgive me for being a jealous jerk?"

"Ash, trust me. I dated jealous before. You're not it."

"Still..."

"No,” you said sternly. "You are caring and kind and sweet. And I took my teasing too far. That's all this was. A bad joke."

"I should apologize to Luke. I don't really want his dog. She's fat..."

"Now who's being mean?" you laughed. "And there's nothing to apologize for. Luke knew it was all a game. Now, will you play for me, please? Or do we need to repeat this with Cal and Mike?"

"You wouldn't..."

"Don't underestimate me, Irwin."

"Alright," he smiled. "let me go get the guitar. Sit tight."

Soon your eyelids were growing heavy as you listened to the guitar and Ashton’s voice lull you finally to sleep.

#sleepless #ashton irwin #ashton blurb #5sos #with special guest luke hemmings!#galcal irwin

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turnupbrock · 4 years

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I told you Always, didn’t I?//Colby Brock x reader

This is part 2 of ‘was I not good enough?’ It was requested on wattpad to do a second part so I did but I forgot to post it on Tumblr so here it is...enjoy reading🖤

Healing is a hard thing to do, especially when your healing from a heartbreak. It takes many sessions of therapy, hours of long talks to yourself, and talking to the people that love you. Over time you start to slowly love yourself and learning to put your trust in people, but now your heart is more guarded. You don't let people in as easily as you used to, it takes a long time for you to let people know who you really are. A year of therapy and only talking to the person that caused the heartbreak a few times throughout, just to check on them to see how they were doing. Make sure that they are doing alright and not falling deeper into the hole of depression that was so apparent. I have learned to love myself once again but there will always be that small voice in my head that will say that I'm not enough for someone. That voice was louder when the breakup was fresh, but now that I have grown to love myself again, I can barely hear her anymore. With the times that I had talked to Colby, he said that he was in therapy himself and that he was working really hard on himself. He said that he never wanted to be the Colby from a year ago and that he was willing to do anything to keep far away from his past self. Hearing him talk about wanting to change and what he was doing to change, made me really happy. Not only because he was working on how to be loyal again but because he was starting to love himself again as well. Now, many people would've painted Colby as the bad guy for cheating in the first place, but in reality is was both of our faults. I should've been there for him more and he should've told me that he was feeling different. It was a two way mistake and a two way healing system. Just that the healing has to been done separately but with the same people. We both had Sam and Katrina to help us when we were down. They pulled us back up and kept us on the right path. I will forever be grateful for them.

The whole forgiveness process was hard, really hard. But the more you saw Colby beating himself up over cheating and hurting you, made it easier to forgive him. Also because when you love someone, and you spent so much time with someone, forgiveness naturally comes. I had spent 2 years knowing Colby as a friend, then another 2 years as lovers so with so much history between two individuals, you can't hold a grudge for long. I ended up forgiving Colby for the most part in month 5 of our breakup. Currently 1 full year into our breakup, he is forgiven, but you will still always remember the pain that was inflicted onto you from his actions. Right now, Friday pizza nights with the whole gang, it wasn't awkward anymore. It used to be awkward, and usually ended up in one of you leaving early. But as you sat next to Kat and Tara, singing the lyrics to 'Sk8er Boi' by Avril Lavigne, everything felt normal again. Your feelings towards Colby will never go away and you realized that tonight as every time you looked at him or spoke to him, the butterflies of when you first met still managed to flutter in my tummy. Everything felt like the first time now. The first time that we sat next together, the first time we hugged, or even the first time I laid my head on his shoulder when I was tired or just when I wanted to lie down. Colby and I stand as friends now, we went back to the way we were before we started dating. Tousling each others hair, chasing each other around, or annoying one another until the other breaks and covers the others mouths just to get them to shut up. You could tell that your friends were happy to see you guys back, even it was just as friends.

When 'Sk8er Boi' finally finished me and all the girls busted out laughing. They boys looked at us with eyes wide causing us to laugh harder. Corey, Jake, Sam, Colby, Mike, Kevin, and Aryia, all joined us on the couch. I moved to sit next to Colby so Sam and Kat could sit with each other. When Colby felt the couch dip, he looked over and smiled his beautiful grin that I loved so much at me and I happily returned it. I sneakily snatched Colby's red solo cup and brought it to my lips, taking a much needed drink to sooth my dry, scratchy throat. Colby reached his hand down to grab his drink, but when he realized it wasn't there, Colby automatically looked at me. Seeing me with his drink, he smiled and shook his head, "Give me that, you thief," he said grabbing the red solo cup out of my hand. I laughed and stuck my tongue out at the smiley boy, he repeated the action before taking a swallow of his drink. He handed it back to me and smiled, I shook my head, "I was just kidding, I'll go get my own." I replied. He just shook his head, still holding the cup to me "I don't mind," he said pushing the cup to me. I grabbed the cup and put it on the floor between us and pointed, "see, there it's for both of us, when we want it," I said giggling. He chuckled and nodded, "Okay." he chuckled out. About an hour later I was getting tired so I did what I was used to, I laid my head on Colby's shoulder while curling my legs under me. He looked down and smiled softly at me, I gave him a small smile back. Colby turned back to the conversation that he was having with Mike and Kevin. I couldn't help but admire how much attention he gave to them as they spoke, or the way the would cover his face with his ring covered hands when he would blush, the way his hair would fall over his eyes when he shook his head to something that Kevin had said.

I thought many times about maybe getting back together with him and the answer was the same every time...yes, yes I would. I loved him and wanted to be with him but I wasn't going to bring that to the surface because I was afraid of him not feeling the same way, so I keep it hidden until it needs to come out. I finally dragged my gaze away from Colby to see Devyn and Katina staring at me with soft, small smiles on their faces. I felt my face flush and brought my hands up to cover my face. They laughed at my embarrassment of being caught staring at Colby. Their laughter got the attention from the guys, causing them all to look over at us. "What's so funny?" I could hear Aryia ask us. My hands still covering my face I could still hear the girl laughing at me, "Stoooopppp, pleaaaase" I groaned out removing my hands and sitting up straight. "Why are you blushing so hard?" Jake asked before laughing as well. Now my face felt like it was on fire, covering my face once again, I rolled off the couch onto the floor, groaning. Everyone laughed as I laid face first on the carpet covering the hard wood floors of Sam's apartment. I felt someone lift me up and I shrieked a little from shock before I recognized that Colby was the one who picked me up. He set me down on the couch next to him, "Alright leave her alone," Colby laughed out. I nodded my head "Yes leave me alone." The groups laughter died down and we went back to talking about life and how we were doing with our jobs and up coming projects. A couple of hours later, many people had left, and all that was left was Colby, Sam, Kat, and me. I was helping Katrina clean up the mess around the apartment as the guys were outside talking. "What if Colby asked you out? What would you say?" Kat asked as she put cups into the dishwasher after rinsing the drink out of them. "Honestly? I would say yes." I replied looking at her after throwing away the pizza boxes. "Really?" she asked, her eyes having a hopeful glint in them. I nodded my head, "Yeah, I still love him and want to be with him but it's up him, if he's not ready for a relationship then he's not ready. I just know that I, personally don't want anyone but him." I replied simply. She nodded, grinning "I love you two together, to be honest." She said turning back towards the dishes, "I miss us Kat, like so much.." I trailed off, wiping down the counter space. Not long later Sam and Colby emerged from the balcony, both wearing big smiles but Colby looked a little nervous. He was trying to hide it but I could see it, "You okay?" I asked as he made his way to my side. He nodded his head, smiling at me.

"Alright guys, get the hell outta my house," Sam playfully said as he walked us over to the door. We said our goodbyes and as Colby and I stepped out into the hallway, Colby grabbed my hand. "Can we talk? Please?" He asked obviously nervous, I reached up and ran my finger across the line in his eyebrow that always creases when he is nervous. When I did that he smiled wider, "Yeah, of course we can talk," I said as I followed him into his apartment. We made our way to his balcony, he opened the sliding glass door and pulled me gently with him until we were sitting on his love seat that he had out out there. Colby took a deep breath and shifted his position so he was facing me. He stared into my eyes for a minute and I noticed that he was looking at me with so much adoration in those beautiful ocean blue eyes. Colby took my hand in his, "Y/n, I know that we went through a lot together and that most of that was last year," He paused to take a shaky breath, I waited with a baited breath to see what he was going to say. "But I know that I have never been happier with someone and I have never loved someone so much as I love you. I know that we aren't perfect but we can improve together. We can be better together, because I know that I was the best version of myself when I was with you." He finished, his eyes now glossed over with tears. I blinked and felt a couple of wet trails roll down my face and I smiled. I scooted closer to Colby and placed my hand on his cheek, he closed his eyes against my touch. When he opened his eyes, a few of his own tears fell from his eyes. " I would love to try us again Colby. We have our flaws and fights but I also know that I have never been more in love with anyone other than you. Let's work on ourselves, together. Let's make each other the best we can be." I said as more tears rained down from both of our eyes. Colby smiled and grabbed the back of my neck pulling my mouth to his. Our lips moved in sync like they remembered exactly what do against his. Our tongues caressed each other's and we couldn't help the smiles that we wore through the whole thing. I pulled away first and connected our foreheads together. "For a while I thought that you stopped loving me but I am so so glad that you didn't because I never stopped and will never stop loving you." he whispered. I smiled, "I told you always, didn't I?" I whispered back before placing my lips against his in another soft kiss.

Part 2 of ‘was I not good enough’ here ya go! I hope you like it, love you!🖤🖤

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