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hi i have some disorganized thoughts/hcs abt the found family human doctor au
(one of the thoughts being i should really give it a better name. another being YES this is only the nuwho doctors atm bc that's the only series i've watched so far apologies. if i ever get around to watching classic who i will add them trust)
BEHOLD my random, not at all in-depth headcanons
nine is the only one with a car out of all of them. they all keep bugging him to drive/pick them up from places -- he has mixed feelings about being the assigned taxi driver
both twelve and eleven are teachers -- college professor and preschool teacher respectively. twelve's students love them because he will say the most stupid, hilarious shit with a straight face without even knowing and eleven's students love him because he is the only teacher at the school that will dance with them during musical chairs (he doesn't even play the game. he just dances)
i want to make one of them an actual doctor but i don't think any of them could handle it unfortunately
they all share an an apartment flat on the same level -- nine, twelve and fifteen live in one room, ten, eleven and thirteen live in the one across from them. of course there are other people in the building too but they're all used to the strange loud hyperactivity of that particular flat. i think i'm using the right terminology here. yall know what im talking about
(i'm so tempted to make some companions be their neighbors)
nine and ten are the most insomniac of all of them, so they're used to bumping each other in the dead of night on their way to raid each other's respective fridges or something. very rarely thirteen will join them and they're like "WELL FANCY SEEING YOU HERE"
twelve does sleep, but like. he's nocturnal
eleven and ten hate each other in a sibling kind of way (see: day of the doctor). they are constantly sending each other death threats or tripping each other over. everyone is sick of it
sometimes when they're out shopping you'll hear ten yell "GET OUT OF THE FROZEN FOOD YOU NUMPTY WE ARE NOT BUYING FISH FINGERS" over the aisles and you'll hear eleven whine "WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH" back
(if you're lucky you'll be able to catch fifteen mumble "why did we put them in the same apartment. are we asking for an eviction notice")
eventually eleven will pick a random stray cat off the side of the road, take her home, and name her bowtie, which is a stupid name, so everyone just defaults to calling her kitty
kitty's favourite person is twelve, to eleven's absolute despair
(my original idea for this was to initially have ten hate the idea of living with a cat, since he's stated full on in the show that he doesn't like cats, but apparently there is some very obscure doctor who comic run in which he falls into a depressive spiral and adopts a cat whom he names rose-the-cat, so he might actually like cats idk?)
anyway ten hates her until he doesn't lmao. he vents to her when there's no one else home and she will Stare at him back and it is a very nice friendship
kitty and nine watch shitty romcom together
they have a joint groupchat together -- half of it is just thirteen and fifteen assigning everyone outfits they find on pinterest and the other half is eleven asking where everyone went (he keeps getting lost when they go out)
nine doesn't know how to download pictures off the internet and so resorts to manually editing memes together to send to the groupchat and everyone's like "girl that's so much more effort........."
(yes he doesn't know how to press save image to camera roll but he knows how to use a photo editor flawlessly. such is the logic of the idiocy of the doctors)
eleven and thirteen get along very well i think. they're the only two of the group to play video games and so they bond over that. they also have ridiculously similar clothing taste
sometimes they'll succeed in getting fifteen to play pokemon with them and then they'll proceed to not see him until the next day when he comes out of his room and goes "you didn't tell me plusle couldn't evolve i've been levelling it up all fucking night"
friday is assigned movie night (it's always big hero 6)
eleven is the only one to actively seek out physical affection, usually really abruptly like clinging to thirteen's back as she passes him in the hall or bapping ten with the palm of his hand until he sighs and gives him a hug. he does expect a platonic kiss on the forehead from anyone before he goes to bed and will complain if he doesn't get one
anyway thats it i'm sick in the head and really sad. if this keeps up i may be forced to actually write a fic
#doctor who#spoop speaks#if anyone has a name for this au i'm OPEN TO SUGGESTIONS#if anyone wants to write fic/draw art for this au YOU DONT EVEN HAVE TO ASK. IM ACTIVELY BEGGING. PLEASE#might delete this post if i get too self conscious it is. just. words. ew
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Mad Woman
Conrad Fisher x fem!reader
Angst to less angst???
Summery: Out of his own jealousy, Jeremiah decides to take the one thing Conrad has always wanted away from his brother in an attempt to finally have something over him. He never meant to hurt anyone, but in doing that, he hurt everyone.
Jeremiah is a total douche in this(I love him it’s just bc I needed a mean character.)
“You can have her, I won’t get in the way. But I will not watch you climb over people like her. She might be your girlfriend now, but she was my best friend first. Whatever you do, I will not defend it.” He was seething in anger when the news broke. Chest heaving unevenly the moment he had to watch as my lips captured hers. How my hands had a home in her hips. I was the one who got to worship her. I hope it killed him to know I finally had something he didn’t. I won the girl, not him.
He left the room, leaving behind the lingering shadow of a storm that brewed between us. A tension that was caused solely by his own jealousy. Conrad had always been older, stronger, smarter. The better brother. I hoped it killed him to know that even if all those things were true, he still couldn’t get the one thing he so desperately wanted. I felt giddy about it, in contrast to him.
I had the warmth of a childhood friend to crowd my bed on the chilly summer nights. Company that would only be for me, she was all mine.
Of course, Y/n was completely oblivious to the rift being created from this scandal. She always was so blind to what people felt for her, too nervous to see if her instincts were true. She never wanted to feel like an idiot if she was wrong, so she ignored them.
She would’ve never let me kiss her, hold her, have her if she’d known what Conrad felt for her. She didn’t want to see anyone hurt. So much so, she would rather live a life of misery and loneliness than to pit two friends against each other, much less brothers. And if that wasn’t enough to point out her stupidity around the topic, it was painfully apparent the way Y/n and Conrad shared glances. Like he was the only boy in the world. She didn’t idolize him, she had too much pride to put a boy over herself, but the love she felt for him was overflowing in a way that seeped into everyone else’s lives. Always trying to push the pair together.
Now, Y/n was mine. I could call her my girlfriend, my own. Conrad had finally lost, I had something over him. It wasn’t like I didn’t like Y/n. I thought she was the most beautiful girl in Cousins, maybe even in Pennsylvania. I hadn’t been, but I could assume that she was.
The relationship started slow, easy. I still remember the first night we spent together. I hadn’t touched her more than my arm slung around her shoulders so she could prop her head up on my bicep. I didn’t push for her to give me affection. She never hinted that she wanted more anyways. It was never rushed, we were always able to enjoy the closeness of our company, never needing more. Just being close was enough.
Sometimes we’d kiss, my hands in hers, eyes fluttering shut. Mostly, I did it in front of Conrad. I believed it felt better when it was more than just a kiss, but a way to rub salt in the wound that Conrad wore shamefully on his sleeve. Sometimes he would clear his throat, start talking to break it up so he could save the last bit of composure he had left. More often than now though, Conrad just walked away. Not willing to fight for her attention anymore. Not strong enough to even try.
It was a pattern like this, Y/n and I having small intimate moments behind closed doors, saving the steamy things for the couch cushions or the poolside mid-afternoon. Our dirty laundry was aired out in the open, allowing the mind to not only imagine what we were doing, but have physical proof of it.
Part of me felt bad, horrible inside. Y/n was the best of all of us. The kindest, the bravest. The second oldest. While Conrad struggled to keep us all safe, she was always his helping hand. Keeping everyone content and satisfied. Truly, I did really like her. I loved being with her. I’d always had a little crush on the girl, how could I not? Everything about her was so perfect. She was a dream. But deep down I always knew that what we had together had only started through some sort of twisted competition I held with my brother. The burning desire to have something he never would.
Maybe that’s when I started to push her away, because even if I had once been able to convince myself that I was with her out of my own feelings, I knew better than that. I knew I was doing it out of pure selfishness. What was so new and vibrant in June was rusted and unwanted by the following spring. Our long history together only making the shine turn into a matte finish, something old and worn out. I no longer had any pull towards her. I no longer imagined how her soft skin would feel under my fingertips. How her lips melted against mine. Our closeness, even in the most intimate moments felt dull. Sparks that once flew hiding away.
I began to try to pull away without a reason. Only that I was bored. Conrad seemingly felt better about it, coming to terms that maybe this was the end of his little daydream he always imagined he had with Y/n. So the competition felt useless. It was no fun anymore, I didn’t care. And with that dying down, so did the excitement. The thing that had sparked the fire burning between us in the beginning.
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“Hey, Jere.” Her voice was like honey, smile so infectious as she waited for me by the front door. Summer had begun again and still, I strung the poor girl along instead of just cutting the ties. Slowly wrapping my noose around her, slowly breaking down her confidence. I watched her genuine kindness turn into a cover up for the scathing anger underneath it.
“Hi, Y/n.” I brushed past her, shoulder bumping, I expected her to follow. She didn’t.
Her frame was still at the door, hands clenching and unclenching quickly. I heard her sigh out of irritation. Finally then, she turned on her heals to meet me in the kitchen, elbows leaning on the counter, eyes killing me slowly with her deadly glare.
This was some form of punishment that was aimed directly at nothing. Only due to the fact that I didn’t have a single care about her anymore. Not even her darkest moods had any affect on me.
“What? What’s got you so upset?” I almost wanted to tease her further, knowing fully well that what I was doing was getting under her skin. I swear she almost broke, but her mouth was sealed shut.
“I’m not upset.” She breathed out evenly, putting on a false smile. Just once I’d like her to get mad. Freak out on me, end it so this whole game could be over.
“Really? You seem mad.” Looking away from her, I went to focus on anything else more interesting in the kitchen.
“Well, I’m not.” Her voice was raised, but she didn’t scream. She never did. She would never let anyone see her upset, always wanting peace. So instead of taking out her frustrations on me, the person who was the source of them, she left. Walking away to find where her head had gone.
“Who do you think you are?” His voice was harsh, like a slap to the face. Conrad never put his hands on me, but I almost wished he would’ve. A punch would’ve ended much quicker than this long argument that was about to ensue.
I shrugged.
“You have someone you don’t deserve at all, someone who stands by you even at your worst and you treat her like that?” Conrad was always the more mature out of the two of us. To describe him as more levelheaded would be untrue. We both had our moments, lost our cool on multiple occasions. But out of the two of us, he usually made the better choices. Did the right things. It would’ve been the right thing to let her go after that. It should’ve been a wake up call. But instead all I got out of his small outburst was the confirmation that even if he downplayed it, deep down he was still hurting. He still wanted her. So I would continue to play the game.
Not because I wished to hurt my brother, or Y/n for that matter. But because I just wanted one thing in my life that Conrad did not have. It was cruel, and twisted but I could not see that. It was like some sort of tunnel vision was casted down onto me and I only had one goal. Excluding the fact that I was hurting two very important people in my life.
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It was early August by now, and it was a long time coming. This summer, unlike all the previous ones, seemed to drag by. Tensions high each day, only growing worse and worse with each passing hour until a fight broke out. The magic that once put us all in a trance had slipped off, revealing our darkest colors. To say that my relationship was strong, holding up through this would be a lie. It would’ve been a lie since July.
Because in July, I had not only been distancing myself from Y/n, but I had taken an interest for her younger sister. Belly. To compare the two, Belly was a little louder. A little shorter and her hair was longer. Y/n and her shared the same traits other than that. Not appearance wise, but personality wise. Both having some driving force pushing them into an intense competitive state. Both overly kind and caring for others. It was like newer version of the girl I already had, it was irresistible.
Even in my worst behavior, I could see it was wrong. So wrong to have let Belly trap me in the kitchen. No, even I wasn’t that naïve to blame it solely on her. It was wrong for me to kiss Belly. Even in Y/n and I’s roughest patch. She had never done anything to hurt me, always trying her hardest to be the best girlfriend someone could be to someone like me.
Glass shattered on the floors, a soft gasp being swallowed whole by the suddenness of the sound.
Belly and I pulled away with a pop, scrambling to fix ourselves, to downplay our mistake.
“Y/n.” I was utterly shocked to see her standing there, hair pinned up, the shirt she wore was ironically her sisters. She had glitter by her eyes and lips reddened, bitten raw. She looked like something out of a movie, even at her worst. For the first time I’d known her, she was speechless. The worst part, however, was the matching expression painted on the face behind her. The smile fading slowly into a familiar expression mixed with shock, hate and disappointment. Maybe even disgust.
“Y/n…” I tried again, trying to make it sound more pitiful. I reached out to grasp her hands, hold her. I wanted to hold her. It was odd. In the entire situation, I’d never really longed to hold her like this. I’d never felt my heart beat so fast. Shit, was I really? I was in love.
“No-don’t.” She warned, backing away, hands raised as a warning. She couldn’t even look at me, let alone Belly who was now hidden behind my shoulder, sinking down into herself.
“Y/n, hey, no please.” I begged again, not really sure what I was begging for.
She wiped away her tears with the palm of her hands, sucking in a breath. She tried to collect herself, but she couldn’t. It was only a matter of time before shit hit the fan. You can only put on a fake smile for so long before you are driven mad. And no one likes a mad woman.
“Fuck you, forever.” She stormed out before I even had the chance to speak, gone like an early autumn breeze. I could see she was angry, steam practically blowing out of her ears. But she didn’t yell, or give it to me like I had hoped. Our flame simply faltered out. Silently, slowly.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Words I had heard one too many times in the past year. Ones that sometimes I wondered myself.
Truthfully, I didn’t know. I had her, right in the palm of my hands, but I poked that bear, I caused the end of this beautiful situation we found ourselves in. I had no real explanation for it. I just did it because I wanted to. I wanted Belly more than I had ever wanted her, or I thought so. No, Belly was just a crush. Now that I had lost her older sister, I saw her as my other half. Something that I should’ve loved completely from the very beginning.
I expected to hear his rants about how shitty of a boyfriend I was to her. How I’d taken away his one true love only to break her heart.
“You might be my brother by blood, but you are no brother of mine.” It was as quiet as a mouse coming from him, almost as if he didn’t believe such words could come out of his mouth. The venom that was laced within them told me that even in the guilt he felt while confessing it, he meant it. And if it wasn’t obvious in his scathing rage, I knew he had meant it for awhile. I didn’t expect him to leave without even a second look after that. Chasing after the beautiful woman I left behind.
I never meant to hurt anyone. I never wanted to. I was just so blind sighted I hadn’t even noticed how negatively I was impacting everyone’s lives. How I was just fucking up consistently until there was nothing left to mess with. All over some stupid jealousy. A war between two brothers that didn’t exist to Conrad, but only to me. And in trying to win, I had hurt two of the most important people in my life.
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“Y/n. Y/n, Wait!” I chased after her like my life depended on it. Even the tightness in my chest couldn’t stop me. The quickness in my steps, and the length of them making it easy to catch her in just mere minutes.
“Go away.” She held her hand up, looking away. By the shaking in her voice, I could tell she didn’t mean it.
She was hurting. But she wasn’t sad. No, the tears that were so obviously glistening in the golden hour light weren’t of despair or even a faint sadness. They were hot, angry tears. And she had every right to be.
She should be mad, she should be scathing like me. Her face was contorted into a frown, eyebrows furrowed. I could tell she wanted to scream, wanted to, but no one likes a mad woman. Not even she did, but it she couldn’t help it. He made her like that.
I knew there was no getting through to her, no talking to her when she was so upset. I could only offer my shoulder for her to lean on. And as her tears soaked through my thin sleeves, I held her. I would continue to hold her until it was all okay. Until my brother was nothing more than a distant memory, one that felt more like a fever dream than reality.
So standing there, on the hill that led down to the beach, we sunk into the sandy grass. Hiding away from the world.
“I’m sorry Conrad. I’m so sorry. I was just so stupid. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” She apologized over and over, and for some reason my mouth couldn’t move. I could only sit there looking at her and hope that she could read my mind.
#conrad x reader#tsitp conrad#conrad fisher angst#conrad fisher#jeremiah x reader#tsitp jeremiah#jeremiah fisher
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Some gay freak DMd me “I love the idea of mist hating rains attitude and how fucking high n mighty he seems to feel so she wrecks him and maybe she has Dew watch for a touch of humiliation bc dews obv so obsessed w Rain, it'll be good for droplet to see how pathetic he rlly is or smthn” and then I blacked out and wrote multiple paragraphs in his DMs so enjoy
(Love youuuuu @divine-misfortune)
Warnings for: dubcon, humiliation, probably technically exhibitionism, tentacles, trans rain, mean mist, yeah
Rain hasn’t looked at her all day.
Between trying to teach him how to play all the way through square hammer and trying to even begin touching the newer songs he’s expected to play, rain has barely even spoken or looked her in the eyes.
When mist corrects his technique he ignores her, playing through anyways like he hasn't done anything wrong. His attitude can be rough at times, as any water ghouls is, but today? Mist doesn’t think she can handle it. She can deal with snarky comments and eye rolls, but rain acting like he knows better than her makes her blood boil.
“Is this seriously how you’re going to act today?” Mist scoffs when rain looks up just to look back down again. “Are you really not going to listen to me?”
“I already know the song. Maybe if you stopped talking you’d be able to hear it too” rain mumbles.
Mist almost sees red. She hastily grabs the bass from his hands, trying not to let her rage damage the instrument. Once she knows it’s safe back in its stand she grabs rain by the shirt collar and drags him to the common room, ignoring the curses and protests rain yells out while clawing at her hand.
Dew sits in one of the chairs, legs lazily thrown over the arm with his phone in his hand. He honestly looks like he’s about to fall asleep before he hears the sound of rain threatening mist coming from around the corner.
“Get your fucking hands off of me mist!” Rain almost screams as she practically throws him to the ground in front of dew. It’s a pointed decisions, she’s seen the way dew looks at him, can read him like a book after all the time they’ve had to spend together. If rain wants to act like a brat for her, then he should have no problem showing that side of him to dew as well.
“Stay down if you know what’s good for you” mist hisses when rain scrambles. Dew can only stare wide eyed at the situation in front of him. He swings his legs to sit normally, confused on if he should stay where he is or leave to save rains dignity. The look mist throws at him keeps him glued in the chair.
“Our perfect water lily seems to think he’s figured everything out” mist smiles at dew, slotting herself behind rain. “Just thought that there’s one more thing he might want to know about”
One arm holds him to her chest as he struggles, the other yanks his pants to his ankles. Rain attempts to cover himself, pull his legs up and place his hands over his exposed cunt, but shame fills his face even if dew can’t actually see anything like this.
Dew just sits and watches, doesn’t dare to move. He’s half embarrassed for the poor ghoul in front of him because he knows damn well what mist is about to do,
But the other half is almost too excited to see it.
Mist whispers something unintelligible into rains ear that subdues him enough to let her force his legs open. His pussy is on full display for dew to gawk at. He’s already starting to get slick and shiny, pretty. Rain can bare to look at him, instead shoving his face into mists neck as she coos.
Mist slides her fingers up and down his folds, gathering the slick that’s already about to drip onto the carpet, and spreads him wide so dew can see how he clenches around nothing when she ghosts her fingers over his clit.
It’s obscene. Dew feels like he’s the sick one for staring so hard but god it’s impossible not to watch. Rains thighs twitch as if he desperately wants to close them and hide himself but he knows better, breathing heavy while mist just smiles at how docile she’s made him.
She rubs at his clit, purposeful motions that have him bucking up into her hand in search of more friction. The debauched wet sounds get louder as she works, dew wouldn’t be surprised if the floor below him was soaked already.
Mist is shocked it doesn’t take much, even more so that rain doesn’t know about this part of himself yet since he seems to be so easy. She rubs faster when she begins to feel it, rain lifting his head in slight panic.
Dew knows what she’s doing, knows the terrifying feeling.
A thick tentacle slowly reveals itself from rains cunt, bluish in hue, dripping in rains own arousal.
“Oh there we are waterlily” mist smiles as rain again tries to wiggle himself away to close his legs in shame from whatever is currently happening to him.
Mist keeps him open and on display, strokes the tentacle and guides it to stretch him open. Not super long but absolutely thick enough to have rain gasping and jutting his hips away,
It’s wet, making a mess of the poor ghoul for dew to watch, just seeing his little crush get ruined by his own tentacle in front of him.
#I’ve been meaning to shove this hear for a bit#eye twitches#ohhh humiliating rain my beloved#and mean mist my beloved#cw tentacles#cw dubcon#cw humiliation#the band ghost#ghost#nameless ghouls#ghost bc#fanfic#wrath writes#dewdrop ghoul#rain ghoul#mist ghoulette
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this isnt as long as before but i just cannot stop thinking about this, why i dislike story and lore boils down to these main point
--the ending feels unsatisfying as hell
even if i ignore everything i dont like about how the game treated zelda and ganondorf, the ending itself just feels, despite being presented as super epic an touching, incredibly empty to me and part of it is that it feels like an unearned return to status quo
of course i didnt think zelda would stay a dragon and i actually wanted to help her, which is why i kept trying to hunt down impa since she said shes gonna search for a way for us to help zelda, bc i wanted to!! i was eager to help her!
i fully hoped and kinda expected that thered either be some kind of dragon dungeon (think, the water dragon from okami) tho that would be difficult since you can get items from her so i ended up thinking before going into the end thered be a mission with impa (or at least given to you from her) where she found answers in ancient scripts (that she told you she would look through) and that you need to find a special lil thing that will help zelda undragonfy, like some sort of ultra secret forbidden enigma stone able to reverse dragon transformations kinda deal (golden opportunity to make you go and talk to the yiga bc they might know or even own some ancient texts) that youd keep in your inventory until the very end and after you kill dragondorf (pretty mortal for becoming an immortal dragon huh) you take it out and use it, undragonfying zelda and ending in a similar epic falling and paralel to the beginning way
... and instead impa stays in the house and only has a few repeating dialog boxes and does nothing and you cant do anything bc in the end you just get randomly teleported (and stripped of your clothing AGAIN) into some weird ethereal plane somehow?? with the ghost of long ass dead sonia and apparently not as gone as i thought rauru (seriously i felt sad when he went poof at the end of the tutorial but i guess i shouldnt have) awkwardly blasting dragon zelda with some magic tm and its all reversed no problem (heck me for caring i guess) turns out helping her was killing an evil guy we never really knew and mineru just kinda says lol its bc time and light magic i guess lol as an explanation
like i really wanted to go and help zelda! i was motivated to do it and spent HOURS trying to find impa again but i wasnt allowed to do anything bc zelda gets saved by some deus ex machina bs in the end anyway, what a fool i was, of course killing the evil guy is the solution to everything >:(
(and no i dont care if its meant as in uwu sonia and rauru wanted to help one last time uwu bc it doesnt change how unsatisfying it was to watch it all just kinda happen)
--point two is just how much totk feels like its trying to REPLACE botw instead of being a sequel, its not building on anything of it its ripping out the fundation and building its own thing in its place, like i was so excited to see what happened to the titans, and all the sheikah tech what they mabe had done in all that time now that theres a tech enthusiastic girl as the head of the monarchy, maybe even find out more about them
and instead its just all ... gone with not explanation? theres isnt even a LAME explanation, its just gone?? you never find out what the ancient energy actually was, and why there were concentrations of it in the regions with the ancient furnace (well heck it didnt even have anything to do with ganondorf actualyl bc that would have been too interesting) bc that was so intrigueing?? like yeah where DID it come from and why is it there ?? and oh suddendly hey look theres an even MORE ancient and even MORE advanced civilization thats way COOLER and BETTER than the ancient sheikah now, they also built stuff everywhere and have been here ALL ALONG cant you see its everywhere!! and its the only thing everyone cares about all of the sudden, all evdidence of the ancient sheikah tech was scraped of the earth so there literally only being some guardian parts on top of the hateno lab feels like an oversight now bc everything lese was to thourohgly wiped of the map-
for no reason even?? like im totalls fine with it being useless and not working anymore but .... why remove it like it was wiped from history?? and then they have the gall to mention the happenings of botw like, twice in the entire game but still just give you the most basic summary of it mentioned on a sidenote with again not even a hint what happened to all of it
wouldnt there have been the golden opportunity to use it to access the new parts and map points that changed?? like a shrine thats fallen into the underground, an access to caves and the underground in the broken and collapsed elevator tube of a sheikah srhine?? maybe even a broken interior of an old shrine, like the room you get put into with the puzzle and where the monk once were broken and half overgrown in the udnerground? some left over construction site where you can see oh thats how the ancient sheikah got all that tech underground, bc they all had access to it and built it there to then rise up when its needed? maybe even making use of the old sonau sites since they frequnetly built their srhines within those ruins?? that the ancient sheikah found em and put the ruins to use? to research it and built their own stuff from it? it wouldnt have to have any focus, literally just part of the enviroment even
really everything totk does is like -forget botw ever happend, look how much cooler and better i am, who cares about sheikah stuff sonau are the new cool guys that came out of nowhere but now apparently have been everywhere all along actually-
i LOVE botw and with it feeling much more like its attempting to replace botw instead of building its story and world further every reference to botw i found felt like a slap in the face instead, oh look where the shrine of life used to be isnt even a hint left of sheikah tech somehow, and also right under it is the lake of healing filled with sonau structure bc ACTUALLY they were here FIRST bc they are so cool omg you guys
dare i say it feel a little like they wanted to make an entirely different version of botw basically, but wanted to reuse the map and models so they just said yeah uhhhh its totally a sequel yeah yeha that makes sense, its not erasing botw and doing essentiall the same thing again but bigger cooler and better (tm) its just uuh a ...sequel ye.
#ganondoodles talks#totk spoilers#totk#sorry i got longer again#also what was calamtiy ganon then#if it was ganondorf trying to resurrect himself outside of the seal then ... wouldnt he ... mention it or something or anyoone no?#also dont like how all the teasers made it seem like there was soem great mystery as to how gan got down there-#.. actually how DID he get down there thats a pretty weird place to go to war too#-aynway and WHO did this to him omg he looks in pain maybe theres more to it alll omg#and then its just ... yeah cool guy tm sealed him#oh ... ok#why would you tease us with a good time then bring stale chips and an empty beer can you have brought with you three times before already#like i get we love to read more into stuff that isnt there#but they were oh so vageu with the teasers and stuff we got to see when its all just#the same schlok but even more tasteless than before
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I'm going to pretend that your 3 and 4 were too busy/not mature enough at the time to be in love/develop those feelings back before 4 left.
They were just coworkers having fun, being more than coworkers (friends!), and making memories.
But when 4 came back, those feelings became so much more complex. And things only got worse and harder to understand as 4 and 3's relationship as coworkers and friends became strained, between 3's desire for 4 to surpass them and 4's self-loathing.
3's attempt at fixing things only made things worse, as those feelings became love for a friend, someone important, but not a romantic kind JUST yet. 4 was someone they couldn't bear losing. In their attempts to protect them, they invalidated 4's own feelings (which I'm pretty sure you covered), which resulted in the fight.
I think it would be safe to say that it was when 3 realized how much of the problem they'd inadvertently contributed to, that they also began to love 4 more than as a friend. But it's a bit hard to notice that when you're getting your face mashed up.
Post hospital stay, 3 finally realized that love and became super gay for 4, as seen by the inner 3 reactions.
As for 4's journey, it was very similar in that it wasn't until they were smashing 3's face in that they realized, in those moments with their hands covered in 3's blood, in the moments that they spent with them in the hospital, that some of their own feelings might be turning to love.
Of course, the main feeling during the fight was anger and then horror, but shit happens.
Sorry for the way too long ask, but I've loved your 4 and 3 comics (8 and 4 were super emotional as well, and I greatly enjoyed those ones) and just had to share! ^^;;
You got a lot of it right! Though, the gay doesnt come til after Project Piranesi/Oceanic Labyrinth -- 3's "I love you" in Break is a platonic one, a feeling they held ever since they met, and a feeling that never went away even when they parted.
The relationship strained bc 4 went off and experienced hell in college. She developed a self loathing, and took a break from there. SHe hoped that 3 would be able to fix the issue bc hey...they always know what to do with her (her thought here is "Make me a perfect agent, continue what youve been doing before")... but that didnt happen.
3, now the Captain, taken off the field and directly responsible for the lives of the agents, has become more battle hardened and strict in their duties. They drill the agents to make sure they dont suffer what they did (falling to Tartar specifically), done out of a place of care and love. Theyre scared, really, they feel all this responsibility, add the fact that they dont like acknowledging that they may not be able to save everyone like they usually do before (due to their disability).
They heard 4s pleas and tried to turn her to what she wants. Maybe more. They knew shed surpass them. Its inevitable.
They only wanted her to be the best self she can be. Protect her -- they finally got her back, theyre not losing her again -- even if their methods only served to strain their friendship further.
A huge misunderstanding of 3s motives leads to bitterness from 4. They were her best friend. Now theyre...just like everyone else in college. Disappointed in her (no theyre not). She strived to be whatever perfection they wanted from her. Maybe if she got there, shed stop hating herself. If she got there, maybe theyd love her again (they always did, if...not expressed properly).
Leads to the duel after 3 forced a Leave on her, yada yada.... they make up for lost time after, hanging out as friends again until 4 is confident/feels supported enough to return to agent duties.
In those further duties, 4 starts growing. Finally growing in the right direction. Her confidence swelling to be almost the same as before she went to college (but not completely). I think tje romantic feelings start here? Not sure yet. But its def after time spent together as pals and supporting each other through several of their internal struggles (4 and her self-image, 3 and their limitations)
The Captain's right hand.
The confession likely happens after 4 saves 3 from some situation in Project Piranesi! Consider it a knight saving her monarch from danger.
Thank you sm for the ask! Im glad I managed to get most of my points across in the comics wehe
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Thoughts. okay so the total drama drama drama drama island special is interesting mainly bc of team e-scope but im going to take a moment here to ramble about his dynamic with other people here,,
(oh and i didn't have anywhere really to slot it into the other post or segue into it here but dodgebrawl as a Moment demonstrates how [this AU] noah can play the social game, just in a very very different way than how it's normally seen.
he knows what he's doing is going to bother his team and incentivize them to vote, i'd say in this au he even plays up the cockiness and makes veiled personal slights against specific people
(mainly those who would be annoyed enough to vote him off, see: heather, justin, leshawna, cody/trent to some extent if he said smth about gwen? < and gwen herself in that scenario. and to another extent beth, since hes playing up his outright mean traits, which would make lindsay vote with her. i dont think he would do anything specific to/with owen or izzy, since he may see izzy as too volatile and owen too genuine)
in the opposite way of whats expected, sure, but it is a social play. he can pick apart what these people are and what they show and push at it to achieve his own ends (and maybe its even some sort of way for him to regain control in this fundamentally uncontrollable situation he's found himself in; he can be the punishment in foucalt's imagining, to a much smaller degree))
so his teammates,,, do not like him tbh. his flagrant display during dodgeball and everyone being pissed at him after the fact is true in this AU, just coming with different motivations. even after the fact when the frustration of everyone fizzles out, hes still majorly offputting because of his detachedness, and deliberately makes his shown traits very unpalatable to experience in person combined with that.
the only two exceptions are izzy and owen respectively: owens mostly coming from a place of genuineness and im going to say while he wouldnt be able to verbalize it, in some manner owen would clock noahs behavior as a defense mechanism. maybe in the sense of 'hes just scared to open up to people!!' or something similar, but he definitely has a lot more faith that noah really isnt that cold and flat.
[*]izzy feels much the same -- except maybe it comes off more to her as strategic. izzy can act, and might recognize that in noah. if you wanted to you could write this in as to why she was eager to swap teams in the first episode, but it wouldnt change that he does get eliminated and thats all she sees of him until the special -- which, her intrigue in his lacking and the fact that it apparently wasnt strategic to get him further in the game, could help explain why she picks him in the team-up.
[*i have soooo much to say about izzy in this au actually. but ill save it for a diff post]
and speaking of the team-up: team e-scope!!!! :0
my au my rules eva and izzy became really good friends on the playa; izzy isn't afraid of eva (and curbing her anger before it reaches a boiling point) and eva is physically adept enough to restrain izzy from Shenanigans that might be a little Much. but eva doesnt really?? know anything about noah?? but izzy insists on teaming with him for the special (and unbeknownst to her noah wasnt even planning to participate initially) so he must be some level of Not Too Bad if izzy wants anything to do with him that doesnt seem to be related to tormenting the guy
and she thinks hes Fine. apathetic and detached and unpalatable (but then again, everyone in their little trio really is to some degree), but can kind of understand izzys intrigue: hes still A Guy, hes just hidden behind 20 layers of non-substance that are so offputting from the first meeting it makes people steer clear of him.
now with tddddi comes two other pertinent details: the justin line, and the Thing With Duncan.
i personally thing noahs 'he's the anti-me' line is really funny in the context of canon but if you squint it kinda works here? wherein justin is non-speaking yet flaunts himself to be the center of attention and clearly shows intent and capacity to scheme (underdeveloped or no, see: awakeathon), whereas noah speaks a lot yet lets himself fade into the background, showing vague hints of the capacity to scheme but no intention or palpable ambition behind it.
^ am i reaching? maybe. the other option here is noah somehow has seen him in-person before on a modeling or red carpet kind of gig and dislikes him on principle because of it/its a jab at it (smth smth they are both opposite ends of the same industry? justin is the face of it in a manner where noah stays behind the scenes and out of sight)
and the thing with duncan,, hear me out here okay noah does his whole song and dance, goes up to him and patronizes him, and duncan retaliates. however, he curses like a sailor and in noah's head has ruined the footage, therefore instead of further retaliating and potentially invoking actual physical harm he just. doesnt react. at all. duncan looks up at him and hes just dead-eyed staring down at him -- and then he leaves.
^ the scene has been ruined, and everyone else is doing so much that theres no reason to play it up any more. duncan and him arent plot important like how heather and lindsay were, theres no reason for the crew to painstakingly edit his swearing out. they just wont let it reach the final cut. duncan is understandably very confused by this, but at that point noah was already gone to find eva and izzy again (< this is when the cast having a running bet that noahs and android becomes Not a Joke)
but life goes on!!! and in the worlds worst comedy of errors (for noah), izzy ends up dragging him along into the lake, thereby leaving him as a confirmed member of the next season.
^ noah is so angry at this. popping blood vessels. he argues with chris endlessly, straight frothing at the mouth at only having two days of real reprieve before he has to deal with the Same Shit again. and chris gets this, to some degree, but also knows that if theres no explanation for noahs non-appearance to hand the producers, theyll be pissed (since all things considered, noahs pretty damn popular among the fans)
luckily for him, courtney just filed a lawsuit against the show!! and since chris is busy running said show, the producers do not want to deal with it and are willing to hand off the case to anyone else -- hence, chris officially signs noah on as his PA, and noah takes over the court settlements and whatnot.
< though i do imagine the producers would see it as a 'get out of the show' scheme, and thereby push way harder for his involvement in WT as a result
but noah does get a break!!! for now, at least.
#formal thanks to ophe for the cast having a running joke about him being an android#that was Not my idea#before-bed rambling. again#wrote this post eating a sleeve of saltines it was an Experience#soooooo much to say about izzy and her dynamic with noah. sososososo much#is the justin thing reaching? yeah probably idc#character analysis#total drama#td noah#dramaturgyAU#if someone wants to takw this idea and run go ahead im begging someone to share my fascination for the concept of panopticon
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Dr Kry asks #3
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Concept: I've put multiple asks into one post to avoid too much loose posts on my account! This way, you have more to read too<3
Warnings: insomnia, medication, drugs, chronic illnesses, broken bones, mentions of overdosing,
☁️ ... this is my last ask for the day i SWEAR. how about dr kry with a sleep deprived darling / a darling who's always sleep deprived. if that doesnt work because of the setting (cause yknow in canon the darling's always napping lol), then how about a darling who has trouble sleeping. OR BOTH if you want to and can make it work. sorry i really wanna request this one cause the only time i can have a good sleep nowadays is when the weekend hits 🥲 i just want a bit of dr kry fluff 😭
He will sit with you for as long as you need, putting your needs before his. He can see that you're struggling to fall asleep. He can see the hollow half moons under your eyes and his heart will break.
"I can't watch this anymore. I'm going to go get you some sleeping pills, okay? And if they won't work I'll go get anaesthesia. Hopefully that'll be able to make you relax."
You'll get your sleeping pills and then rest back against the pillow. Dr Kry will sit with you until morning hours if needed. He'll hold your hand, play with your fingers, hug you if you want one and read for you.
"Are you feeling a little sleepy now, Y/N? Yeah? Are the pills working? Amazing. Just relax and let yourself fall asleep. I'll be here with you until you fall asleep and then I'll meet you in the morning, okay? We'll eat breakfast together, I promise."
Dr kry with s/o who suffers from migraine. Like bright lights aren’t good, eats a lot of pain killers and sleeps a lot bc of it
One of the main things with Dr Kry is that he always forces you to sleep (as seen in his headcanon), but that's because of the poisoned air he puts you in. If the lights we're bothering you as well, he'll turn them down and use small, warm nightlights to keep the room somewhat lit up. He'll try to control your intake of pain killers since he's afraid that you'll take too many, but he'll make sure that you won't be in pain one way or another.
"What? Too bright? Still? But, honey, all of the lights are already off. It's only this little light that's still on ... alright, I'll turn it off. If this continues I might have to develop nightray vision. Why don't you take a nap, Y/N? It'll make you feel better."
How would Dr Kry react to a darling who's very interested in his love life and like to tease him ? Always asking question about his possible partner, what he likes, ect ? Just to say " I don't understand why you're still single, you're so easy to love! Besides you're also very quiet, I know a lot of girls who liked the quiet bo- Wait !! Let me set you up, there's a very nice nurse I think her name is ... Charlotte? You know, the short brunette on the first floor ? She seems very kind or maybe you're gay ?? Well, there's that one dude at the cafeteria, I kinda had a crush on him at the beginning but I thinks he likes men...you could still give it a try if you want 🙂"
He'd let you have a go at it at first, hoping that it'd only be a one time thing ... but you continue to tease him every. single. day. He'll try his best to avoid the subject all together, but in the end would lose it. He'd grab your shoulders and pin you up against the wall in an attempt to make you silent.
"Shut up! Just shut up, alright?! I don't want to hear it!"
He'd noticed that he'd scared you and let your shoulders go. Backing away a step while running a hand through his hair, he'd think on how to save this situation. You'd apologize for making him mad which would only cause him to sigh heavily.
"You're so stupid, Y/N. Why can't you see that I want you? My fingers ache at the need of touching you sometimes and my heart breaks at the thought of you imagining me with someone else! I don't want anyone else. I think I'm going insane! I don't want to hear you talk about other people when you're with me. I just want you to focus on me and me only. Can you do that for me?"
He'd notice how wide your eyes were and how you started pulling your arms closer to your torso. With a hiss, he'd bring you into his arms before you had the chance to run away.
"I love you", he'd whisper.
im going to be sending in two asks bc i am mentally ill. heres the first one: how would dr kry deal with a patient who is chronically ill and frequently needs surgeries? this may or may not be self indulgent because i may or may not have just gotten surgery yesterday on my silly goofy eyeball (im fine)
He'll be right by your side. He'll take care of you and give you everything you need. When you're afraid, he'll kiss your hand and give you a reassuring smile.
"I know you're scared ... I wish I could do something to help you. I wish I could steal you away from here ... but you need these operations to survive. I'm so sorry, Y/N. What can I do to help you? Do you want something to eat? Do you want me to read for you? Yeah? Absolutely, anything for you."
second ask: i literally love dr kry so hear me out 💀 how about dr kry with a patient whos just being a total cranky BRAT to him. acting up, mouthing off, just being a little twerp. (its me. im also a little twerp)
Do you want to die? He controls your body. If you're being a little brat, he'll make sure your air is even more polluted and you 'accidentally' hurt yourself.
"Your arms are broken? Oh dear, how did that happen? Well ... i guess your silly behaviour came to bite you in the butt. Well, now you have to be a little nicer to me if you want me to care for you, okay? I don't want to help an ungrateful brat. Good, let's start over."
What would Dr. Kry do if darling tried to take a lot of pills to overdose and feel independent without him?
You'd be tied to the bed :) and have no privacy :) and never be in control again :)
I just discovered your blog and i'm in love with Dr Kry 😭what would happen if reader was sensitive to loud sounds??
He'd sound proof the room and give you ear plugs. When he's talking to you, he'll use a soft spoken voice and if he gets angry, he'll try his best to keep his composure so he won't yell at you. If there were loud bangings or sounds he can't control, he'll hide with you in the bathroom where the sounds aren't as loud. You'll have your ear plugs and his hands over your ears.
"It's alright, little one, just breathe. The noises will end soon. When they end, we'll go back out into the room and we'll read a little, okay? I'll try to find out who made these awful sounds and make sure they won't do it again."
what if we actually end up living with Dr Kry??
This man would honestly take such good care of you. You'll share a big bed, have many plants and he'd show a more humane side that he can't show in the hospital. He'll smile more, love more, talk more. The constant stress of being in the hospital and having people all around who could take you away from him takes a lot of energy that he wants to project on you.
"I've baked bread! I've wanted to try for a while. How about you come with me downstairs and get a slice with some marmalade? I know your legs are weak, I'll carry you down if you'd like."
i was wondering how would reader and dr krys relationship be if reader was nurse or doctor
He'd make sure you were scheduled together so he can spend his work shifts with you. People in the hospital would think that you're a couple. Exactly as he wants. He'll buy you lunch and stay close to you on break times. If anyone asks him if you're a couple, he'll answer with something that indicates that you are.
"Y/N, do you want to go take a bit of fresh air? You've been working so well these last hours, you're well deserved of a break. Come here, let's go take a few breaths and a bit of coffee before the night shift."
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere drabbles#yandere x you#yandere imagines#yandere fics#yandere oc x you#yandere doctor#yandere male#yandere headcanons
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I Know The End | Ch. 1
Zombie Apocalypse!AU, Older!Grumpy!Eren x Sunshine!Reader
Content: Reluctant traveling companions to lovers, age gap, found family, and eventual smut ;) but not til wayy later
Summary: It’s been years since the apocalypse started, years of Y/N being on her own save for her furry companion that was always by her side. Y/N thought that it was just her and her dog. That was until she ran into people who would change her life, she has yet to know if it’s for the better.
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A/N: YES okay, it was The Last of Us that brought me back from my writers block grave. everybody say thank you daddy joel for bringing my spark back. and I’m such a sucker for zombie content that i NEEDED to see Eren in this situation. thus this fic was born!!! i hope you like it!!! and i hope it’s worthy for my re-debut 😩😩😩 oh and DISCLAIMER: the zombies in this fic are more like The Walking Dead zombies bc they are easier to write imo
chapter one
Beams of sunlight filtered through the rustling leaves that stood above her. Their dead counterparts crunched under the heavy footfalls of her boots. In the distance the songs of birds could be heard, almost like everything was normal. Like the world lived on.
The blood on her hands said otherwise.
The girl let out a low whistle. Inconspicuous enough not to be noticed through the birdsong, but enough to have her companion be back at her side in a moment's notice. Tail wagging. Another misconception that things were still intact
A strained, painful groan escaped from somewhere in the bramble that surrounded the girl and her dog. A quick glance to her left showed one of the monsters tangled up in some rope. Surely a preconceived demise to escape the horrors that were inevitable. He was stuck in place, held back by his last ditch attempt of freedom. A waste of an arrow, bullet or even energy if she had chosen to use her knife. She moved on.
“C’mon” She said softly to her dog, who had stopped to sniff at the makeshift fire pit that the man had left behind. Seeming to be his only property as there was no stock of supply that the girl could root through.
The lack of possessions didn’t escape the girl's notice. In fact, it might have started to weigh too heavily on her mind. Who was the man that was now unrecognizable to anyone he might’ve loved? What were his interests? His dislikes? Why didn’t he have anything to his name? What was his name?
It was hard for the girl not to realize that he was once like her. Living and breathing with hopes and fears. Blood pumping through his veins. A heart that beats.
It was a fool's game, to linger on what these things used to be. If you got caught up in the tragedy of it all you were soon to lose your life. But she couldn’t help it. It was who she was down to the core. She had loved with her whole heart. Cared with every fiber of her being. But these days, if you live with your heart on your sleeve it just made it that much easier for something to kill you.
Somehow she survived. Even with the emotional habits she had brought with her from her long-forgotten past.
Maybe it was luck. But of course, she would not put it that way as it was now just her. No one that she loved was left.
If you didn’t count the one thing she was able to preserve from her childhood, whose tail could now be seen disappearing through a thicket of trees.
“Shit.” The girl muttered, picking up the pace of her steps as she followed the dog through the forest. Stress had always stiffened her shoulders whenever that silly dog decided to stray off path. And it wasn’t any different now as she tried to keep the black and tan tail in sight through the overwhelming sea of green.
Luckily her dog was smart enough to stop and wait until she was by her side again. And at the end of their impromptu journey— When they stood at the treeline, overlooking a small clearing that was home to a cabin, the two of them caught a glimpse of movement.
Well, more than a glimpse.
The girl saw two people. A man that looked particularly hardened by the severity of this unwelcome lifestyle (though somehow still very handsome), aiming his gun at whatever had them in such a desperate state. And a young girl— most likely barely even a teenager— pulling at the locked door of the cabin. Their panicked shouts and disarray was loud enough to draw in every skin-eater within a miles radius. Which was proven with the small herd that stumbled their way towards them from the other side of the clearing.
She watched as the man took over, kicking the door open and splintering the wood in the process. Safety had found the newcomers just in the knick of time as they escaped into the walls that probably wouldn’t hold for long if they didn’t do anything about the uproar they just attracted.
And now the girl was standing at a crossroad. She had a choice whether or not to help these people. And she saw the chance of her own escape. With the monsters distracted by their potential meal, with just one word, she and her dog could be back on the path that they had strayed from. They could forget about these people and keep on moving.
But instead— because of the huge heart that she seemed to have forgotten to leave behind in the past. The girl let out another whistle. A two-note tune that let her dog know that it was time to take action. And before she even realized what she was doing. She had taken the crossbow that was gifted to her from off her back and shot the first arrow.
It landed with a resounding thunk into the nearest head. Her dog had already sprung forward, dead-legging any monster that had gotten in her path. The girl followed quickly behind, plucking the arrow from the first victim and piercing the skull of each fallen skin-eater that her dog had already taken down.
As she was finalizing another death, one of them had almost gotten to her. Its grip brushed against the skin of her shoulder. The touch of death made her hyper aware of her surroundings. She rolled away just in time, scrambling back up on her knees to shoot an arrow right between its eyes. It slumped dead onto the ground.
In her peripheral vision, she saw as her dog's teeth tore into an undead arm, its rotten flesh ripping with an uncomfortable squelch as it detached from the body, Another arrow whizzed through the air. Their teamwork resulting in another victory.
A quick glance toward the cottage told her that there were only three dead ones that were left. They scratched at the door, seemingly deciding that the two people inside were an easier catch than the girl that was rolling around murdering their pack.
She got up from the ground, her chest heaving with exertion, the knees of her jeans damp from the grass that had recently received a fresh coat of rain, eyes set on her last victims. Her hand moved swiftly towards the holster that held her knife. When she gripped the cool engraved medal of its hilt she flipped it into the air, catching it smoothly, before lunging towards the final three.
Within five minutes they were dead. More blood, added to her hands. But survival kept you moving. No time to wait. So she glanced around one last time, registering her dog sniffing around an out-of-season apple tree as if nothing interesting had just happened, deposited her weapons and then knocked on the door to the beat of shave and a haircut.
She didn’t realize there were voices coming from the other side of the door until they stopped. It was as if they were trying to hide the fact that there was someone inside. A little too late if you asked her, a smirk forming over her lips.
“I know you're in there.” She called out. The voices started up again. Evidently in an argument.
The girl stood there, rocking back and forth on her heels as she waited. But it didn’t take long until the door whipped open, the speed of which sent a gust of air to tangle through the tendrils that had fallen out of her ponytail.
She was now face to face with the man that she saw.
She was right. He was handsome. But one might not have noticed right away through the dirt, grime and age that this apocalypse had sent upon him. His teal eyes were dark as he took in the sight of her. Hands locked around his gun as he pointed it at her chest.
Good thing she had put away her weapons. Who knows what he would’ve done if she was still up in arms.
The girl lifted her hands in a form of surrender. The man considered her, and then after a drawn out pause, he took a step back as if he were inviting her to come inside. She probably should've stayed where she was. Not based on social cues but rather her own safety. Nonetheless she took him up on his unspoken offer, taking a single step onto the threshold.
Inside the cabin was… cozy. There was no other way of putting it. Though one could argue that another word for it was picture-perfect, which was rare to come by in the apocalypse. Not a throw-pillow or decorative antler was out of place. It was obvious that no one had lived— or tried to survive here. It must have been a home built solely for vacation time. A luxury that was long forgotten. Laughable even.
This place was the image of manufactured rustic living. Something that you might find in a travel blog. Though the person who put together a place such as this would probably faint at the sight of the three people who stood there now. Two of which had wary eyes on the woman that barged in unexpectedly.
“Um, I did the neighborly thing and cleaned up your front yard.” She joked under the pressure, jutting a thumb over her shoulder at the mess of decaying bodies behind her.
The teenager glanced out the window, taking notice of the quiet state of the meadow, a feat that almost seemed impossible just a moment ago. Her eyes wide, she shared a look with the man she was with— confirming that they were now out of harm's way, her mouth forming over a silent ‘what the fuck’.
“Who are you?” The man grunted, raising his gun higher as if to emphasize the fact that she wasn’t to be trusted.
“Straight to the point, I see.” The woman said, her hands still up in the air. She wondered if her sign of concession even meant anything to the man glowering at her.
“You can put the gun down.” She added. “I don’t think I’m much of a threat to you.”
The man’s eyes flickered towards the stack of dead bodies that lay in front of the door, lingering on a hand that looked helpless, no sign of life, when just a few minutes earlier it was capable of tearing the flesh off of their bones. He looked back at the surprisingly unthreatening woman in front of him.
“I doubt that.” He responded. The woman glanced over her shoulder to where he was just looking, drawing a conclusion to what he meant by those words.
“Oh, you think I did that all by myself?” She asked with amused exasperation. Her lighthearted disposition baffled the two other people in the room. That was something they hadn’t encountered in a long time. They shared another look.
“There are more of you?” He asked.
“Just one.” She said after a pause. And then she let out the low whistle that she used so frequently these days. The man's eyebrows pulled together, confusion dawning his features as to why she was whistling. But the question on his tongue was answered when a moment later a dog came trotting through the door— braver than its owner and moving deeper into the cabin, nails clicking against the wooden floor.
“No way.” The teenage girl laughed, dropping to her knees as the dog bounded up to her, tail wagging ferociously at the sight of new friends.
The man stared in disbelief as the young girl scratched behind the dog's ears, a grin spreading over her features as it sniffed at her happily. His eyes shot back to the woman in the doorway, who looked way too smug for his liking.
“She would’ve been in here sooner, but you know… nature calls.”
“You trust her out there alone?” He questioned. The woman shrugged.
“She’s a smart dog.” She told him, “Plus we sort of handled the immediate danger, if you hadn’t noticed.”
The man opened his mouth to respond to her sarcasm, but was interrupted by the teenager who was still enamored by the dog in front of her.
“What's her name?”
“Ellie.” The woman told her. “Eleanor P. Dog for long, if you want.”
“P. dog?” The man repeated, exasperated by her weird humor.
“Puppy dog.” She answered, “Just… something I called her as a kid.”
“How has she survived this long?” The younger girl asked. The woman laughed, but there was something melancholy in the sound of it.
“I didn’t give her a choice.” She responded, “I took the time to train her when all of this started. Turns out you can teach an old dog new tricks.”
“I’ll say.” The man said wearily, once again alluding to the damage they had done outside. At his words, it seemed that the dog was done greeting the teenager as she padded her way over to him. Somewhere in the haze of conversation with a person that wasn’t a 14-year-old girl he realized that he had lowered his gun. No longer a threat. The dog stared up at him with big brown eyes, her tail wagging lazily.
The first thing he noticed— now that the animal was up close, was that she was an old dog. Gray hairs littered the fur surrounding her eyes and snout. It was honestly a miracle that she had lasted this long. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to let the girl become attached if he let these two stay any longer. He opened his mouth to tell them to leave, but was interrupted once again.
“So…” The woman started, clapping her hands together. “I assume you checked the place for skin-eaters?”
“Skin-eaters?” The teenager parroted, scrunching up her nose in the process.
“It’s what I call the dead ones.” She explained as she turned towards the door, taking one more glance outside before closing it shut.
“Oh… We call them walkers. And yeah, It’s all clear.”
“Gabby. What are you doing?” The man admonished.
“I don’t know, giving her the rundown?” Gabby said, gesturing towards the woman, “She asked.”
“Yeah, well she doesn’t need to know.” He told her through gritted teeth. “She’s not staying.”
“Oh come on, I think she earned her keep.” Gabby argued, crossing her arms in that defiant way teenagers always seemed to do.
“We don’t even know who she is.”
“If that’s the only problem—”
“—It’s not the only problem—”
“What’s your name?” Gabby turned towards the woman, ignoring the older man.
“Y/N.” She offered. A small curious smile on her face as she watched the back and forth between the two of them.
“Nice to meet you Y/N.” The younger girl beamed, holding out her hand for Y/N to take. “I’m Gabby. This is Eren.”
Y/N moved to take her hand, Eren raised his gun again. The woman stopped to look over at the fuming man, his features hardened with frustration.
“I think I like her better than you.” She said, as she took the girl's hand in her own. The man scowled at her. She returned it with a grin. “At least she has manners.”
“Don’t mind him.” Gabby reassured, releasing the handshake after an appropriate amount of time and then stuffing her hands into the pockets of her sweatshirt. “He’s this way with everybody.”
Y/N nodded her head in understanding, stealing one more glance towards the man before responding. “I don’t blame him. It’s not easy to trust strangers these days.”
“Then you understand why I have to ask you to leave.” Eren tried again.
“I think…” Y/N pondered, finally turning to face him, she took in the state of the man. How his long brown hair was pulled back in a low bun, small pieces of it framing his structured jaw, he had bags under his eyes probably due to lack of sleep. Though that didn’t take away from his apparent attractiveness.
“That we should sleep on it.” She hastily added, ignoring the fact that she just admitted to herself that he was attractive. His jaw dropped in disbelief at her words. And he was sure to snap back at her with another demand to leave. But she didn’t give him the chance as she turned away from him, moving toward a door that most likely led to a kitchen.
“Hey!” Eren called after her in his deep voice, though it fell to deaf ears as she pushed open the door, letting it swing shut behind her. Unfortunately, the man didn’t give up that easily.
A second later he barged in behind her. And before she even had a second to think about it, Y/N's back was pressed up against the rough surface of the exposed brick wall, a silver knife drawn up against her throat. Her breath hitched, but she knew not to make a fuss. So she didn’t scream or fight back, and allowed for this new position to take place.
“Look, I didn’t want to do this in front of the girl.” Eren growled, his forearm pressing against her chest, “But I don’t trust you, and if you want to get out of this alive— I suggest you give me one good reason not to kill you right now.”
“God… at least buy me dinner first.” Y/N grunted out the joke from under the weight of his arm, her hands now grasping at his forearm to try and ease her staggered breathing. Her efforts fell short. He was too strong. The man glared at her, she felt the knife press deeper into her skin, though it had yet to draw any blood. Clearly this man knew what he was doing with that thing.
“Guess this isn’t the time for jokes.” She relented. Eren just stared at her. She stared back, trying to muster up any semblance of bravery. When he didn’t say anything or do anything that might conclude in her death, she realized it was her turn to make her case.
“You must’ve been burned by a lot of people,” Y/N said simply, not as a question but rather a statement. She didn’t have to ask him if he had been hurt before, she already knew from the look in his eye, and the rough hands that didn’t hesitate to hold a knife to her throat.
“I have too. There’s no getting by it, nowadays.” She continued, her voice was soft.
“But I’ve also been saved countless times by good people. And I know for a fact that you have too. It’s what we do. We help each other. Anything good that has come out of this world— even before this shitshow started— was when we came together and did the right thing. If we didn’t we wouldn’t be any better than the walkers outside these walls. It’s what makes us human. And I’m a glass-half-full kind of girl. I like to think that there’s a lot more good than there is evil.”
“You don’t have to trust me.” She added after a spell of silence between the two, “But I think you know I’m one of the good guys.”
“How do you know that I am?” Eren responded gruffly, still not completely sold by her words.
“The fact that that little girl is in the other room, alive and breathing is proof you have a heart.” She answered matter-of-factly, “Plus if you weren’t a good person, you would have already slit my throat.”
“It’s not too late for that.” He muttered, though she could feel the knife slacken in his grip.
“I’ll take your word for it.” She replied, “But maybe we should do what I said and sleep on it. Take tonight to get to know each other, and if by the morning you still don’t trust me, we’ll talk about it then.”
Eren just looked at her. For a moment she thought that in the next she would be dead on the floor, crimson seeping from her neck, but he took a step back, the missing weight of his body giving her an odd feeling that was somewhat empty. She shook it off, instead focusing on trying to catch her breath and steady her beating heart that was ringing in her ears.
She pushed past Eren, moving deeper into the kitchen, their shoulders brushing together, hoping that he couldn’t tell that he actually shook her. He didn’t make any movement to try and figure it out.
“If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to see if these people left anything good.” She then said to the cabinets in front of her, not daring to look back to see if he was listening. The only thing that indicated that he was still there to hear what she said was the kitchen door slamming shut only a mere second after her words were spoken. Finally granting the space she needed to breathe.
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tbh you're losing me just made me feel sorry for both but also very empathetic toward joe. and this is coming from someone whose last relationship ended a lot like this and someone who was taylor in that relationship. back then i was just so hurt but over time i learned i also played a part in it ending and did things i shouldn't have. it sucks but truth is that they just weren't suited for each other anymore. and ik people will try and make this about how joe sucks and couldn't put in the effort but it's so much more complicated than that. from the lyrics taylor did what i did in my relationship and didn't really communicate. she sent signals, and kept waiting for him to see was "dying" and then was upset when he didn't see and didn't do anything to stop it. but at the same time this means joe actually didn't know she was hurting. he didn't notice and she didn't tell him and if at one point she did it ended up being a "i don't understand / i know you don't " type of conversation and if he just doesn't understand then there's not much to be done even if he wanted to do something. he can't pretend to understand to please her. seems like he genuinely thought they were okay where they were (maybe even because of taylor's people pleasing tendencies) and she just couldn't take it anymore and he didn't understand what was wrong or why she felt that way. i think that first break up news said everything it had to say. they worked when they were in a bubble but not outside of it. joe never really knew her and thought they were okay the way they were and taylor couldn't see a future together. again it sucks because it seems their very foundation is what tore them apart. taylor Trying all the time while pretending that's not the case and joe not wanting anything for her other than to just be together. the difference is back then he saw through her and they were able to make it work through miscommunication but apparently not anymore. and this could be for so many reasons. maybe his own anxiety/depression got in the way, maybe they both just changed and grew apart. maybe he did grow tired of some of her antics when he's a lot more chill and just didn't understand why she had to try so hard all the time and wanted everyone to do the same. i'm not trying to say taylor is hard to love bc that's not true at all but we all know how much she wants someone to choose her and look only at her and we have proof of the ways she'd make sure to get that (telling you to leave me just to try and scare you / im a mirroball / picking fights in afterglow and the great war).... maybe it got tiring and he just stopped keeping an eye out for The Signs and didn't even realize it... i don't thing either of them are the bad guy here. that said i hate how everyone is already like "she was there for him through everything and he couldn't even be there for her" when we know he WAS there for her a lot in the past. plus yeah "ik my pain is an imposition" hurts but we also have taylor saying "is it insensitive to say get your shit together so i can love you" and "if I would have known how sharp the pieces were you'd crumble into i might have let them lay".... like neither of them is perfect. just feels like they were both thought the other one would change and eventually be okay with things happening *their way* and ofc that just didn't happen. there was no cure.
Thank you so much for sending this thoughtful message, anon! The bottom line is really what you said: their foundation killed then. What worked so well in 2016-2017, what helped Taylor save herself, what made her think that he was the one… that was the same thing that tore them apart in the end.
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xiii. all is well if it ends well with you.
—"all is well if it ends well with you."
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“Cielo, oh my god, you need to stop crying, papagalitan na tayo ng coordinator! They’re looking for me na!” Bianca whined, handing Cielo another tissue as Cielo asked her to accompany her before they went to the venue. “It’s not like she’s not gonna be your sister anymore!”
“Hindi mo nga kasi naiintindihan!” Cielo whined, breath hitching as he kept on crying.
“I’m gonna get kuya. I’m so sorry I don’t know how to comfort you anymore, Cielo!” Bianca was in a verge of tears as well, being all stressed out and needing to excuse herself from the situation because she didn’t want to ruin the hard work that the make-up artists did on her.
That being said, as Bianca was running towards the men’s dressing room when she came across Leon, who was all ready to go. “Oh bakit ka andito? Hindi pa kayo nakakaalis nila Ynes?”
“Cielo is still crying, kuya! I don’t know what to do anymore!” Bianca was clearly in distress. Her and Cielo have been friends for a long time too, and getting overwhelmed when a friend needed her really made her feel gutted.
“Pumunta ka na sa sasakyan. I’ll handle this, okay?” Bianca nodded before making her way to the front of the resort where the vans were waiting for them, meeting the rest of the girls.
Leon headed to where Bianca seemingly came from to find Cielo in the courtyard garden of the exclusive resort that they rented in Batangas. He was sitting on one of the benches, sniffing with the pack of tissue that Bianca had left him before she went to get someone to help.
“Hi,” he smiled, sitting next to him. Cielo was surprised to see Leon next to him that he jumped a bit when he heard his sister's soon-to-be husband. “Still worried about your Ate Ellie, no?”
Cielo nodded in honesty. Leon would not help but notice how adorable he was, realizing how much he is like his sister. So emotional and sensitive. Even the way they talk is so similar he finds it uncanny sometimes. It really shows how involved Eli was in his life. She did raise him after all, more than their own parents did, which only made Eli even more beautiful in his eyes despite not being able to see her since yesterday. At such a young age, Elijah raised this emotionally intelligent and sensitive young boy, which turned out to be one of the warmest people he ever met in his life.
“Please don’t take my ate away,” he sniffled, pulling yet another tissue from the pack to wipe his tears and blow his nose. “I don’t wanna be left alone.”
“Ellie is still going to be Ellie, Cielo,” Leon chuckled, putting a comforting arm around the younger. “Wala akong inaagaw. She’s still gonna be there for you the moment you ask her to. Kailan ba humindi ang ate mo sa’yo, ha?”
Even before Eli moved out for college, she was there for him. Natrouble that school? Eli would be there. Naiwan ang baon sa bahay? It’s alright, Eli will just buy him new food or give him money. Nakalimutan magsabi na kailangan ng illustration board or ng cartolina kinabukasan, don’t fret, Ate Eli would be there before the time period when you need it with anything you might need. Eli always showed love by being there and doing things for other people. Everyone pretty much knew that. So it’s a surprise that Cielo is worried that she’s not going to be there as much for him when she gets married when it’s always been him who’s always at the top of her priority list.
“When you have children, she’s not going love me as much,” he sobbed, body shaking as he finally says what his main worry was.
Leon sighed. “I doubt we’re gonna have children until you’re ready, Cielo.”
“Hindi naman kasi para sa akin ang desisyon na ‘yon, kuya,” he argued.
“Yes, it’s for us to make. But knowing your ate, she’s not gonna do it until kaya mo na ng wala s’ya.”
“I’m always going to need, Ate.”
“Maybe just until you need your Ate Ellie less,” he smiled at him. “We’re young, Cielo, and at the peaks of our careers. Trust me when I say na hindi pa kami rin ready rin na magkaroon ng anak. So if waiting for you will be our sign to actually be ready, then you’re doing us a favor.”
“Are you really going to wait for me?”
Leon nodded and before he knew it, Cielo’s arms were around him already. “Thank you, Kuya.”
—
“You may now say your vows,” the officiant then steps aside before Leon takes the mic and opens his card that is eloquently decorated, a design that Elijah remembers she drew herself during the week that they were asked not to go to work because of the incident.
“Ellie,” he starts with a heavy sigh, before shaking his hands to relieve himself of his nerves. “Don’t worry, hindi naman ako kinakabahan dahil hindi ako sure. Kinakabahan lang ako baka kasi magkamali ako and I don’t want to mess it up.”
The crowd laughed at his remark before he glanced at her parents before glancing back at her. “It’s been approximately 23 years since I’ve had the privilege of meeting you. You have been my best friend ever since I could remember having one. And I must say 13-year-old Leon would go full on cardiac arrest if he found out that this would happen. That 10 years later, I would be standing in front of our loved ones, reciting my vows to you. That being said, I promise to always scour the internet and everyone and their mom just so I would know how to cook whatever you are craving the way you want it to. I promise to wait, everytime, especially when you’re still afraid to tell the truth. I promise to sit with you until you’ve already recovered from your emotions. I promise to always drive back 2 hours, give or take, whenever you forget something at home. I can promise so many more things but I’m afraid, for once, to say it. Hindi dahil hindi ko kayang gawin. Natatakot ako na baka hindi ko masabi lahat. Dahil d’yan, I must repeat a promise that I have already made before just to remind you that if you want me to, I will, dahil ikaw ang palaging masusunod. Ellie, I promise to never let you work for anything ever again unless you really want to. I know you come from a long line of families who worked hard for what they have right now, but Ellie, I promise to never let you work to be loved ever again. I promise to never let you try at all to be someone that people would love, dahil hindi na’tin sila kabati kapag hindi ka nila gusto. I promise to never leave your side ever again or ever meet death face to face again unless you tell me that you are ready for it. And although I don’t have to promise it, I promise to love you, always, in your highs and lows, and occasionally in the in betweens. I promise to be there, or here, or anywhere you want us to be dahil sa totoo lang, masaya na ako na magkasama tayo. Iyo ako, Ellie, palagi.”
“Hala,” Ellie sniffed as Ynes ran in front with a box of tissues to hand Ellie. “OMG ka, thank you, babes.”
“How do I start this, wait lang naiiyak talaga ako.”
“I can wait, baby,” he chuckled, reaching for her hand and squeezing it before she let out a heavy breath, gathering herself. “Okay na?”
Eli nodded before finally letting his hand go and opening her card. “I still wonder up until now how we always end up in the same route, to that house by the beach in Batangas, and somehow things would be alright when we go back. If I had known that pattern I wouldn’t have spent four longing years without you, because those years burrowed the pain so deeply inside me that it felt normal. And you waltzing back in my life like it was fucking nothing made me so mad because it felt like you were uprooting that pain again that I so badly didn’t want to feel ever again. But now that it’s uprooted and thrown way past me, I realized why it had to be done. I was never going to heal if the one causing the pain was still in me and really, thank you, because even if you don’t try, even if you just sit there yapping about how annoying I am for always insisting to do things for you, for always working for things I can just ask for, for making myself think that I am less than how you see me, you heal me, Leon. Every bruise and wound, somehow feels so much better when you’re the one who makes it feel better.”
“When we were young, Myla told us that it was possible that love was born at the same time that humanity emerged and it never stopped existing from then. It was as if humans were made to love. I was too young to realize it back then, but now that I’m old enough to admit it, Leon, I have known love ever since the day we first met. I had a clear vision of what love was like with you. I remember this memory with you in a preppy preschool daycare and me being the push over little kid that I am did what every little kid there asked me to and while now that I’ve thought of this, nothing was wrong with conformity, you took my hand back then and told the kids to do it themselves. Then it was you stepping in front of me when I was being bullied in Elementary school, then it was you always picking me in group activities because people would just ask me to do it on my own when we were in High School. You’ve protected me from things that could hurt me because as you said, there’s already too much pain in me for some lazy lowlife to add more into it. You’ve always made space for me to grow. I used to think it was unfair why you chose to let me go during college but now that I’ve reframed it, I realized that I needed that growing space. And even though it hurt you too and you were a little bitch to not admit it right away, thank you so much for giving me that space to grow. So I promise to protect you too, in the most deranged ways that you could think of. I promise to send anyone who tries to hurt you bankrupt. I promise to hold you when you’re full of emotions too. I promise to kiss you good night and good morning or whenever you ask for it. I promise to actually play the games that you put on my computer. I promise na hindi na ako magiiwan ng gamit sa bahay para wala ka nang babalikan. I promise na hindi ko na tutulugan ang mga pinapanood mo. I promise to take care of you, even when you object. I promise to get better, everyday, for you and for the life we’ll live from now on. Because in the same way that humans were made to love, when love emerged at the same time as humanity, it must not be a coincidence that I knew love from the very first day I met you. I was made for loving you, Leon and all is well if it ends well with you. Kaya pinapangako ko, na magduda man, magtaka man, maligaw o mawala man, ang bawat daan ko, Leon, ay palaging pabalik sa’yo.”
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Bianca engulfed her sister-in-law in a warm embrace as soon as she opened the door. Soon after that, sniffles followed as her hold only got tighter.
The two sat there and talked about everything. Even going as far as talking about her recent split up with Liz Sim that broke Elijah half as much as it broke Bianca. It turned out that after Eli sent their company in the States bankrupt, Liz blasted her about how cruel and evil her family was—especially Elijah. And as cold as Bianca’s demeanor may be, she did not know how to take all the words said to Ellie not after everything she learned about what Liz’s family did to her Ate Ellie.
“It’s gonna be alright, bunso,” Ellie smiled at her kissing the side of her head as she cried, make-up now half ruined from all the crying she’s done. “Right now, let’s just enjoy the night, alright? We’re gonna meet people out there that’s going to treat us so much better than they did.”
“Right, hindi na’tin sila kabati,” Bianca sniffed, reaching for her handbag to retouch her makeup.
Ellie chuckles at her. It really can’t be denied that Bianca really was raised on Leon and Tobi’s back, because behind all that cold demeanor is a childish heart that is sensitive and will break at the mere sight of their loved ones getting hurt. Leon mentioned before that he was afraid that maybe Bianca was growing up to be hard and cold, unlike how he sees Cielo, who was the complete opposite. Right now, Ellie really can’t understand why he thinks that way, because all three of them are just softies hiding behind cold facial expressions.
“Let me help you with that,” Ellie smiled, picking up the makeup from the younger’s bag to help her do her retouches.
As soon as they were back, even with Leon still not being able to read Bianca’s messages earlier, he already knew Bianca had just finished crying. After all, he can feel his sister’s mood even from a mile away. It’s not hard to do for him anyway, especially when he had to study her facial expressions even as a baby just to know what she could possibly need even if they had nannies to do that for them.
“Girl talk, kuya,” Bianca told him right away before he could even ask. “Wag mo na muna tanungin kung anong pinagusapan namin, bukas mo na alamin.”
“Alright, well, can I have my wife back?” He chuckled at her. Bianca made a face and let go of Ellie’s hand, handing it over to her brother.
“All yours,” just then Alonzo Park arrives and asks for a dance with her youngest daughter leaving the newlyweds with each other.
“Hindi n’yo talaga sasabihin sa akin?” he asked, even trying to make puppy dog eyes to convince his wife to tell him, but Ellie already promised she would let Leon find out for himself so she really wasn’t going to say anything. So she shrugged her head.
“Did you have your things good to go na for Balesin?” Ellie asked them, starting to worry that they’d be late for everything as they’d be heading straight to their honeymoon destination straight after the party.
“Baby, Balesin is owned by Amina Myoi, what are you worrying about?” Leon laughed.
“Oh my god, Leon, don’t tell me hindi mo pa inaayos?”
Leon laughed at her wife even more before planting a soft kiss on her lips. “Naayos ko na po. Okay na, pinakaba lang kita.”
“I’m just saying na ayoko lang na makaabala tayo sa iba natin na kasama,” Ellie rolled her eyes at him. “Especially when your cousins offered pa to be the ones to bring us there! I don’t want them to think-”
“Anong sabi na’tin tungkol sa iisipin ng iba?” Leon cuts her off with a cheeky grin on his face, knowing all too well that it was discussed in front of everyone in their vows earlier.
“Yeah, whatever, it’s me you have to worry about. I don’t like being late, alam mo ‘yon,” Elijah replied to him.
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“Baby,” Ellie calls out sternly as Leon plants yet another kiss on her neck while they were waiting in the private lounge of the airport waiting for their boarding time. “Keep your hands to yourself muna, please.”
While most of the people in the lounge were just their friends, they had some family members joining them too which meant that their little siblings could see Leon as bright as day, well, literally unable to keep his hands to himself. “Kahit ba quickie lang sa cr, baby?”
“I’m gonna have to keep you waiting, Leon. I’m sorry,” she chuckled at her husband, visibly in distress from how long he already has been holding himself back. He has already been planning how to ruin her the moment they left the wedding reception and it’s taking too much time waiting in this godforsaken lounge with so many people.
For a good moment he regrets agreeing that they should come in the getaway destination after considering that they could literally have an entire villa to themselves and fuck the living daylights out of each other without being disrupted. His patience was running thin but he knew he had to be on his best behavior if he wanted to keep Ellie’s mood to its crisp condition right now if he wanted to get what he’s been fantasizing about for 4 hours already.
“Leon, calm the fuck down,” Ellie curses as soon as Leon pushes her down the white duvet, not seeming to give a flying fuck if they were on the bed with their outside clothes on.
“I’m not sure if I can do that, baby,” he smirked as he hungrily pressed his lips against her, hands stealthily picking on the buttons of her light blue shirt.
“I’m all yours, love,” she chuckled, holding his face on both sides, forcing him to look at her. His eyes were dilated, blasted with both pure adoration at the woman lying under him, for the first time while they’re at their intimate activities. “Take your time, please?”
Leon then pauses, looks Ellie straight in the eye trying to see if there was hesitation lingering in her expression. There wasn’t, which was confusing to Leon, but he didn’t want to do anything that would make Eli uncomfortable. A blush creeped into her face when she realized that she might have to explain herself.
“Are you okay, baby? P’wede naman bukas na kapag okay ka na?”
Oh god. Ellie just wanted the floor to open and swallow her whole when Leon blurted that out.
How the fuck is it possible to explain that she was fully aware how fucking big he was and she had been questioning every saint she knew of if she was capable to taking that big of a body part inside her?
Elijah shrugged, eyes glossing in embarrassment as she tried to hide her face.
“Baby, we can do it some other time, it’s okay-”
“No,” Eli retorts immediately, pushing herself up to a sitting position as she gathers up courage to actually say it.
“Are you sure? Saka nalang, baby–”
“Leon,” she calls, holding his face once again, forcing him to focus on her, leaning in to kiss him once again. “I want to do it, baby.” She mumbles quietly, as she turns to kiss his neck before nestling her face perfectly between the space connecting his neck and shoulder blades.
“What’s holding you back, Ellie?” he finally asks his wife, trying to pull her away from his neck but the younger remains unmoving. “Hmm?”
“I haven’t done it with anyone for quite some time,” she hummed. “And you’re malaki, Leon. I don’t want it to hurt.”
“You think it’s going to hurt?” he chuckles, finally managing to pull her away to kiss her once more making Ellie hummed against the kiss. It would be a lie to say that he didn’t take that as a compliment—the fact that she thinks he is big and the fact that she’s still willing to do it despite the impediment of it possibly hurting her. “You want me to make it hurt less?”
“Please?” She looked at him, eyes round and glossy which really is just the most enticing thing Leon has ever seen her do.
“Okay,” Leon smiled at her fondly before carefully laying her down once again, kissing her slowly, lips moving in sync as his hands travel down to her jeans, fiddling on the silver button before finally pulling down the cold zipper.
continue here: honeymoon avenue (password authenticated; clue: color of ellie's engagement ring, 3 words, english, 15 letters, no spaces)
continue here (keeping up with the yangs chaos)
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“Oh, bakit umiiyak ka nanaman?” Leon asked as soon as he entered the room after brushing his teeth in the bathroom. They had just come back from dinner and Elijah was, at most, tipsy from the Sangria that was served earlier. “Bakit ka umiiyak?”
Ellie looks at him with a look that assures him that she’s not hurt. She’s just overwhelmed with emotions that feel too big for her own heart to process. Considering the amount of Sangria she had consumed with the girls earlier, her emotions were just flowing out of her. “Si iyakin talaga,” he chuckled before crawling on the bed, over the fresh bed sheets that were changed when they were in dinner.
“I’m just really happy,” she mumbled before climbing on Leon’s lap to hug him properly for comfort while Leon does what he does best, giving her deep compression by squeezing her. “I can’t believe everything turned out okay. I really hoped it was going to be okay.”
Everything was all so overwhelming but she knew she was safe. At last. All the pain, all the wandering around aimlessly in life—everything seemed to be falling back into place, here with the love of her life, holding her like nothing can take her away.
And she really hoped it would be like that.
Because then, she knows that this was the agony was for and it was all worth it.
All that matters is that it ended up here where she is celebrated for her mere existence and for the love that she gives—it doesn’t even matter how much there is to share, the mere fact that there is love is already celebrated.
She’s finally where she truly belongs. Back to where all the turns and roundabouts lead her to.
“I love you,” he hums, against her shoulder as he calms her down from her emotions.
Home.
“I love you, Leon.” she mumbled.
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My Boys (Depowered Homelander x OC, Meeting His Mother)
1.8k | angsty but sweet | Fic Directory
Request: Can I request a fic where Ben and homelander travel back in time to see his mother.
I’m not going to go into how they managed to time travel– only that they did– and it’s gonna have to be non-canon to my depowered homie's mom content bc time travel can get goofy, but here we go~
God, this was a bad idea from the start. Neither one of them were prepared for the complexities of doing this– let alone simple things like the post time hop nausea they’d been warned about. They’d been cautioned against overstaying their welcome. Don’t step on any ants, definitely don’t sneeze around people, and absolutely no altering anything no matter how fucking terrible it is in the moment.
That’s all there was in that poor woman’s life. Terrible, terrible things. Horrific experiments and abuses. It would be a fucking challenge for both of them not to kill the head doctor of that time, but…
Homelander needed this. John needed this. The little boy who never had a parent, who never thought he ever would, who only met her through a patchy reconstruction of her patient file long after she was dead– he needed this.
He needed his mother.
Ben’s powers made it easy to bypass security. He was a supe, obviously he was affiliated with Vought. Homelander got by entirely as Benjamin’s plus one. Things only got hairy as they broke in deeper through the facility's laboratories. Stolen badges paved the way, guards were strung up in cocoons of webbing, knocked out and hidden from the grainy security cameras…
It was messy, but they’d managed not to trip any alarms. They’d both donned lab coats to pass by unnoticed to whoever may be monitoring the cameras. By the time they stood outside of her door, the same one listed in her files, Homelander was shaking. His hands were balled in fists and held tight to his sides, eyes set with a determination that swirled with fear.
Benjamin was no better. This was… quite an undertaking. The risk of altering the present was dangerously high. Every single action was volatile, though the effects couldn’t be determined until the end. One thing, though, that would be okay…
They’d touched down in the year 1982. No matter what happened, John had already been born, so they couldn’t fuck up too terribly . Of course, Ben also worried there was a tingling of opportunity in his love’s head to go save himself during this trip of theirs.
“Remember,” Ben breathed. “We go in, we meet her. You guys talk, we leave. We can’t change anything.” He shook his head at how he’d delivered the reminder. “Sorry, that’s… I know this isn’t gonna be easy…”
Homelander simply nodded and swiped the badge. The door to her room opened slowly as if it were a bulkhead shifting. Given what Ben knew about her powers and documented volatility, it made sense; however, she’d been kept sedated for years and there was simply no need. Still, precautions…
As titanic as the situation was… the reveal was anything but. In the center of the room was his mother, reclined and restrained in a hospital bed. Ben grimaced at the sight, but Homelander stilled entirely. The web-head pressed a hand to his back, rubbing soothing circles.
“We got this,” Ben whispered. “ We got this…”
Immediately following his voice was a deep, breathy exhale from inside the room.
The wall crawler took Homelander by the hand and walked forward slowly, hand out in a surrender-like gesture toward the woman.
John stood there, stunned out of his own body. He felt like he was watching a movie scene play out. His head felt light but his body was so, so fucking heavy. He felt as though he could crumble if he heard so much as a pin drop. He focused on the breaths coming from her– from his mother – and he gripped Benjamin’s hand with all of his might. His knees began to quake, but somehow he managed to utter that one fucking word he’s never been able to call someone.
“M-Mom..?” A chill ran down his spine when her eyes flickered up to him, gazing at him with the same vibrant blues that stared back at him in the mirror.
She was gaunt, nearly fucking malnourished if not for the IV lines keeping her alive. It seemed a miracle that she could so much as breathe on her own. The woman was clad in a hospital gown and a thin blanket that draped down her legs. Streams of long, tangled gray hair fell over her shoulders, littered with strands that still retained her natural dark brown color.
The photo Benjamin had found in her patient file had made her look far older than she was. The web-head would be surprised if she was any older than sixty-five…
“I… It’s me, mom,” Homelander rasped through the tightness of a bitten-back sob, hand hovering just above hers. He cracked a smile. “It’s me, I– I’m your son! I’m Ho– I’m John…”
Ben watched with a broken heart as Homelander began to falter and shatter, falling to his knees with tears rolling down his face as he sputtered through the same declarations twice more. At one point, he laid his hand on top of John’s to finally nudge him to take his mother’s hand.
The woman watched with nearly lifeless eyes, breaths huffing out loudly through her mouth. She’d been kept heavily sedated, per her file, since the day she’d been injected with a trial of Compound V. If she was conscious of what was going on… chances are it wasn’t by much.
Ben watched Homelander bury his face against the bed and bring her limp hand to rest against his hair. The sight was enough to break his heart all over again… Listening to him weep, being powerless to make it better… He chose to change the only thing he had any control of in that moment– something to keep him from crumbling too. A glance around the room and he spotted a dusty hair brush resting on a metal tray. Many of the bristles were worn down or missing, but it would do.
Benjamin started from the bottom of her hair and worked up, just like he used to do for his Gran… He listened and worked while John told her all about his life, telling her how much he loves her and wishes he could’ve known her.
“I hate them so fucking much for what they’ve done to us…” he laughed miserably. “Think the only good thing I ever really got out of all of this was Ben,” Homelander continued, gesturing to him. “He’s good to me, mama, I promise you don’t have to worry about that. That’s him brushing your hair…”
To the sheer shock of both, her head twitched the slightest bit to the side– just enough that her gaze could meander toward Benjamin.
She fucking moved…
“See,” Homelander rasped. “He’s sweet… See how he’s not even tugging your hair with that brush, mama? You’d have never even known he was doing it.”
Ben shivered under her unrelenting stare. There was something unsettling about it, but not in a bad way. It was like… like she had no other way of saying what she wanted other than through her eyes. Benjamin was no mind reader, but, if he had to guess, he imagined she was telling him that he better not hurt her baby. At least he’d like to think so, anyway.
“I don’t have my powers anymore but… he used to make me eat even though I never really needed to all that much.” Homelander continued, voice wavering and tight. “I went through some… real bad stuff when I lost my powers, but Ben saved me. He always makes me take my vitamins… He helped me learn how to cook, too. I’m really good at making macaroni and cheese,” he chuckled through his tears. “He’s there for me when I’m sad and he always cheers m-me up, mama, I promise he does! And he got us here from our time so I could meet you…”
Ben swallowed thickly around a sob threatening to break free. A few tears escaped, but he still tried to blink back the rest.
“He’s exaggerating,” Ben murmured. He tilted his head to smile fondly at Homelander. “I’m actually a total thorn in his side, y’know? And he whines about the vitamins.”
“They taste terrible!”
“They taste like watermelon candy and they’re delicious!” Ben retailed playfully, and the two began to giggle. “I could always sneak them into your–”
Benjamin’s eyes shot wide open and, if not for John’s expression being identical, he’d think he was entirely fucking insane. A weak grip landed on his wrist, just above the hand that still held a lock of her hair. His eyes flitted slowly to look at her, but, instead, she was looking down at Homelander.
The room would be dead silent if not for her wheezy breaths. Her lips twitched, and each of them stared at her in sheer shock and awe.
The first sound she ever uttered to them was more of a rattle, but… she did it. Over and over again, she did it, pushing herself to build upon each noise.
“Ma…” Was the sound she worked the hardest on– the first she made. Over and over again, following with, “Buhs…”
She pressed her lips hard together and strained, pushing the words from her throat in a tight, hoarse tone. The lightbulb clicked in both John and Ben’s minds simultaneously.
My boys.
They stayed with her for a while after that, talking to her, finishing brushing her hair, telling her about their lives. Where they came from, what they do, all of the good things they’ve been through together. She faded in and out of wakefulness and varying degrees of awareness, but she seemed to enjoy their little tales of the world– of the future.
Leaving was the hardest thing either of them had ever done in their lives, but they had no choice. Benjamin, rule breaker and quick thinker that he was, ended up revealing that he’d brought his phone. It didn’t take much convincing to make Homelander willing to have his first ever photo taken with his mother, nor one shot of all three of them together.
Each of them left her with a hug and a promise.
“I’ll keep him safe.”
“I’ll be good, mama.”
The days following their return to their own time proved normal as ever, save for the trillion-pound emotional weight thrown upon their shoulders. Ben spent his spare time making changes to a very special little stone, modified based on a paper he’d snagged just before they left her room.
They’d decided to take a visit to the graveyard where they’d had a headstone installed for her. Standing there, having finally met her, spending time with her… it felt different. Like a part of her lingered there with them, brought home to finally rest, guided to peace by her boys.
Gone was the nearly nameless stone, replaced instead with…
In loving memory of Patricia L. Gillman.
#homelander#homelander fanfiction#homelander x oc#the boys#antony starr#the benlander agenda#idk what exactly made me want him to call her mama but I feel like he would#I feel like he'd get all tripped up in his feels and start rambling like he did abt Ben#SHIEEET i wish i wasn't so emotionally numb to everything atm I feel like I could've really milked the angst#fuck it we ball#request
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i was wondering: what if (friendship lv.10) yanfei was the only one to side with the imposter au reader? i imagine the whole “those who dare wear the face of our god/goddess must be punished blah blah blah” is not only unfair & unlawful but also like,, have any of them *cough* zhongli, ei, xiao and diluc come to mind instantly *cough* ever thought that perhaps their deity decided to bless the “imposter” who’s just been minding their own business and not trying to abuse their lookalikeness by giving them the same looks???? bet they’d feel stupid after the truth comes out and they realize yanfei’s the one who saved their god from getting murdered on spot. . .
srry for rambling. this yanfei main just wants any crumbs for their main;-; + i rlly don’t think she’d go “must kill the heretic” without at least hearing us out bc shes a lawyer and stuff and there’s no way she won’t be able to find a loophole/obscure law to protect us from everyone’s wrath while we’re finally given a chance to share our side of the story
In the name of justice
You are absolutely right, anon! Yanfei cares about justice, and is an overall kind person, so I would imagine she would not be one to jump on the "imposter" hate bandwagon just like that!
PS: this is super late of a response but I was really feeling a Yanfei mood recently so here it is! It ends on a bit of a cliffhanger, but I might write more eventually!
Length: 2k words
cw: slight mention of injury
Screaming.
There was so much noise.
Your shaky feet bouncing off the pavement as a warm hand engulfed yours like a flame, dragging you behind them.
Dragging you through the labyrinthine streets of Liyue.
Only when the crowd's horrific angry sounds were muffled by the distance, did the warm hand release its grip on yours. You were quick to snatch it towards yourself, fearful eyes raking over the figure of none other than the legal advisor of Liyue.
She motioned a raised index to her lips, ushering you towards a smallish cramped building - you were unable to speak due to the ashy metallic taste in your mouth - lungs burning from the recent fleeing.
Finally, as she'd seated you down and bolted up the door, you managed to gather yourself enough to utter out a few words in succession.
"Why are you helping me?"
She frowned.
"Well, you're clearly being unjustly persecuted," she stated, crossing her arms huffily.
"Yes, you may bare a striking resemblance to the creator - but so what? If anything, people should take it as a divine blessing," she ranted, beginning to pace in front of the bolted door.
"Besides, its not as if you were claiming you were the creator," she added, raising her hands in frustration.
"I mean, I tried to reason with the Qixing on this - but I suppose when it comes to the creator, everything goes out the window," she sighed, leaning against the door once more.
You nodded slowly.
You were still somewhat confused by the whole creator aspect, but Yanfei seemed to be on your side at the very least.
You supposed you could do worse in terms of allies.
"I see...thank you, Yanfei."
She smiled brightly, before the expression faltered.
"I never did introduce myself," her brows furrowed as she cast a confused look your way. "How did you know my name?"
You stuttered, nervously glancing around the room, searching for an answer.
"Well...of course I know the legal advisor of Liyue...you're known far and wide," you laughed nervously, shifting in your seat.
"Oh. Well...I'm glad to see my reputation precedes me," she rubbed the back of her head, an awkward smile on her features.
"Where are you from, then, creator lookalike?"
"The name's (Y/n)," you spoke nervously, trying to stall for answers. As your gaze shifted over a worn map hung up on the wall, your eyes scanned the nations.
"And I'm from a small village in...Natlan."
"Oh, that's quite far away! I don't think I've met another person from Natlan before!"
You smiled and nodded nervously.
"Oh! Where are my manners," she chuckled. "Would you like some tea and a bite to eat?"
You nodded eagerly - the long sequence of running having drained you of all energy.
The meal went by without much fanfare - Yanfei made idle conversation, and you spilled stories of the nation you claimed to be from - mostly stringing together what little content there was about it in game and outside of it. For the most part - she seemed content with what you provided her with.
"Well, I say its about time for you to get some rest," Yanfei stated after glancing at the time.
"I'm afraid it isn't that safe in this shabby place - but no worries! I have a safer spot in mind," she explained, rising to her feet and hopping over to an antique teapot.
You recognized the item immediately, having had a similar one yourself in game.
She smiled at you mischievously.
"Hang tight!" she warned you, before raising the lid of it.
In a swirl of colors, you awoke on a quaint meadow - the skies painted gold with an eternally setting sun. Occasional sandbearer trees along with bamboos covered the mostly flat ground. Off in the distance, you could see a couple more floating islands.
You stared at your surroundings in awe, coming to a halt on the three story Liyue-styled house that had a lovely garden of wildvests and glaze lilies sprawling around it.
Yanfei came to a stop before you, reaching out a hand. You took it gently, allowing her to pull you to your feet.
"Let me show you my real abode," she said giddily, ushering you inside.
You were greeted by the scent of a roaring fire - and a sight of bookshelves littering the walls.
"That's...quite a lot of books," you spoke, awed.
She smiled sheepishly.
"As a legal advisor, I've collected every edition of Liyue law!"
"And have you had the time to read all of it too?"
She nodded happily.
"I've had more time to study than most people would think," she winked, hinting at her true nature as an adeptus.
You nodded slowly, following her through the entry hall.
"I've got a spare bedroom for you - it's right through here," she explained, before pushing a wooden door open.
The room was simple - clad in amber and brown hues - a bed by the wall, along with a matching dresser, bedside table, and a folding screen with a lovely scene painted upon it.
"It's not much, but I hope you don't mind - I haven't had guests in a while," she admitted, smiling sheepishly once more.
"No, no! It's perfect!" you exclaimed, taking in the room with a befuddled expression.
"That's a relief," she sighed. "Anyway - I have some work to do. I need to start building your case," she spoke, glancing at the looming library behind her.
"We gotta make sure you'll be safe from the rest of Liyue once we leave this place."
You nodded.
"I don't know how to thank you..."
"There's no need for that! I'm simply doing my job. Where there's an injustice - I will always be there to object."
With a brief goodnight, Yanfei set off to do research. Having nothing better to do, you settled in - getting changed out of your dirtied rags and into the silky salmon sleepwear you found in the drawers of the dresser. You crawled into bed, and with a heavy heart, you manage to battle your way to sleep.
Days in the teapot went by peacefully -Yanfei was pouring over legal papers throughout the days, accompanying your for meals and doing her best to host you. You felt yourself opening up to her a little more - sprinkling in little truths about your life back home and the friends and family you'd left behind.
A part of you ached to tell her the full truth - but you'd gone so long with those little white lies that you could never really speak your mind, afraid you'd lose the little haven and support you'd found.
Yanfei seemed to sense there was something you were keeping from her, but never pressed the matter - she was always cordial and understanding with you. It was no wonder most held her in such a high regard. She was kind, intelligent and sociable - everything packed in a fiery little package.
Eventually, the calm days of the teapot had to come to a conclusion, however.
"I think I've finally built up a case strong enough to present to the Qixing," she stated as she poured you a cup of tea, her chipper voice having an excited edge.
"Wow! That's great!" you responded eagerly, grinning up at her.
"I think - if it's fine with you - we should go and meet with them today."
You nodded slowly, feeling excitement mixing with anxiety in the pit of your stomach.
"You'll have to wear something concealing while we get there, though," she hummed in thought. "I should have some clothes with a hood. Something to hide your face with."
You allowed her to pick out a nice silky robe for you - one with a large hood that cast a shadow across your face - making you unrecognizable and unable to stand out too much in a crowd.
With that done, Yanfei gathered up her notes - her tomes, and grabbed your hand in her delicate warm one - exiting the teapot and stepping foot back inside that dingy house in Liyue.
"Well. Let's be on our way, then," she spoke, holding her hand out for you to take.
"Let's prove to the world you're a blessing, not a curse, hm?"
You chuckled.
"I like the sound of that."
"We are here to request a hearing with the Qixing," Yanfei spoke to the secretaries, allowing you to keep a slight distance.
"It's concerning this so called 'imposter' situation."
Soon, there were footsteps hurrying away to gather up the members of the Qixing.
You felt anxiety squeezing at your lungs, restricting your airways.
Yanfei cast you a reassuring smile.
You could do this.
"So, you've brought the imposter to us, very good, Yanfei," Ningguang spoke from her seat across the room, her gaze landing on your uncloaked form. You swallowed thickly, feeling her gaze pierce through you as sharply as the rocks she commanded.
"No, actually," Yanfei spoke firmly, pulling out her paperwork.
"I'm here to prove they're not breaking any law just by existing."
"Oh? Is that so?" Ningguang spoke, leaning forward, placing her elbows elegantly on the table before her.
"I'd like to see how you can argue that, when they're stood right beside you, wearing the face of the creator."
"They were simply born with that face. If anything, it should be a blessing."
Ningguang scoffed - her reaction mirrored by the other members of the Qixing.
"Our law dictates that no one is to be judged by their social or financial standing - nor their appearance," Yanfei spoke, flipping trough her book to find the according law.
"I would say this situation falls under this law."
"Maybe so, but you are forgetting that there is also a law dictating that you may not impersonate someone you are not."
"If I may be so bold - they were not claiming to be the creator. They simply entered Liyue - and were attacked and chased before they could even do anything," Yanfei had a confident smirk on her delicate features, her back straightened proudly.
"Well...yes, I suppose that's true, but still.."
"And as long as they never claim to be the creator - we have no right to persecute them on any grounds," Yanfei continued, confident in her win.
"I know this situation concerns the creator - trust me, I too take such matters very seriously, but we must not act rashly. It could reflect badly on Liyue, if we turn someone blessed by the creator, into a petty criminal."
Ningguang leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms and seemingly deep in thought.
"I suppose you are right in that regard..."
Yanfei grinned.
"Alright. I suppose we will not convict them of any crime. But we will be needing to keep a close eye on them - lest they get any ideas."
You cast your gaze aside, feeling anxious.
Would Ningguang's employees dig into your supposed past? Would they find out you had none in this realm?
"Alright. I suppose we will call off this hunt for them. And the two of you are free to go. But I do warn you - we will keep a watchful eye on you," she spoke, staring directly at you.
You felt a chill run down your spine.
As you turned to leave, you kept your gaze glued in front of you, back straight and trying to seem as confident as you could. However, you cursed your clumsiness as you tripped over your own feet. In mere moments, you were plummeting towards the ground.
Your head made contact with the smooth polished floor below you with a sickening thud.
Your ears were ringing as your vision swam - you were certain you could smell something tangy and metallic lingering in the air around you.
Suddenly - you heard multiple pairs of feet rushing towards you - the soft thuds echoing throughout the room and amplifying the ringing in your ears.
"Someone call a medic!" you heard what sounded like Keqing exclaim.
"Your grace! Oh geo lord..." you heard someone else speak frantically.
Slowly, your vision faded to black, along with the voices echoing around you.
#genshin impact#genshin x reader#genshin#sagau#genshin sagau#genshin cult au#sagau villain au#yanfei#yanfei x reader
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this is me reminding you bc is shinso also a pro BC IMAGINEEEEE
No because he's already spinning around in my microwave brain like a frozen lasagna and YES HE ABSOLUTELY IS A PRO!!! Showing up at your house all raggedly looking at 6am to get your daughter when he said he'd be able to pick her up before 5pm the damn night previous.
He knows you're not... seriously mad at him when you answer the door with a glare, but you're definitely peeved at his usual excuse of "something came up, the commission ended up needing me all night."
"Yeah, well," is what you want to say, "your daughter with insomnia needed you, too."
Except before you can scald him with the words, the little girl is waddling outside from behind you still in her nighty and straight into his arms, and it truly is hard to be mad at him when he scoops her right up into his arms (have they gotten beefier?) and apologizes to her with a kiss.
(And then you have to invite him in for breakfast because it was already on the stove, and then you have to wait with him because she needs to repack her bag, and then he's standing there awkwardly in your living room, his old place, like he's not currently staying in an almost-dumpster of an apartment, save for your daughter's little room, AND HE'S RUBBING THE BACK OF HIS NECK AND TRYING NOT TO LOOK YOU IN THE EYE because it's not only a reminder of what he lost but also you'll be able to tell, you can always tell, that he hasn't really been sleeping much because... he constantly feels like he needs to justify the fact that he chose work over you and his little girl and, and, and, and then she's finally appearing with her plastic backpack ready to go and he can't bring himself to properly say goodbye as he leaves as if to pretend he'll be back soon, good riddance!!!!!)
But that's how it always goes between you, and hurts even worse because neither of you are sure if your three year old actually knows (realizes?) that you aren't together anymore. I mean, his hours as a hero were weird even when she was first born and things were still good, so it's not like this is unusual to her.
(Shinso anticipates losing himself when she finally starts noticing that you only kiss her goodbye, when she starts registering who isn't home, when she starts asking questions about it, and when the answers finally start to make her cry.)
...
He relates to the notion. The thought of losing his family makes him want to cry, too... hence why he lets you make the majority of the decisions about her well-being and tries to stay out of your way (he figures you might need him again if she inherits his quirk)...
(You'd never know it, at least... he hopes, but he does appreciate his job for allowing him to take his frustrations out on the underground criminals he's tasked with catching, but. That's for another time).
...even if the whole thing hurts him more than he could ever begin to say.
#shinso#SORRY IF THIS ISN'T SMEXY IT'S SMEXY TO ME#AT LEAST THE BEGINNING#I WANTED TO DESCRIBE LOOKS TOO BUT IT WAS HARD#ANYWAY AHHHHHHHHHHH#you know his daughter is the embodiment of a princess in all ways and forms#doll face curly hair braids ribbons dresses frilly socks big doe eyes loves animals....#i adore her :(((#and him... in his cargos and boots and t shirt he threw on just for the drive over#and his apartment would be a MESS if he didnt have her#not bc he's messy but bc bachelor lifestyle isnt for him now he's had you#and he's MISERABLE#when he's not cooking for daughter he's eating saltines and pb for dinner and falling alseep at the kitchen table#so f*cking funny when it works out finally and he's falling asleep on the carpet of your daughters room trying to play with her#and you nearly step on his#finally relaxed shinso is a sleepy dad#always napping#i CRY#caitie things#gen#kids tw
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Chloe as Ladybug and Nath as Chat Noir - chlonath AU
Ok so I know this concept isn’t revolutionary or whatever, but strap in I have a lot of thoughts-
So in this, where for Marinette and Adrien getting a miraculous and becoming a superhero helps them through their issues, for Chloe and Nathaniel they instead enable unhealthy coping mechanisms. Let me explain:
Where in canon, becoming Ladybug helped Marinette grow into herself more, build self-confidence and assurance when in her citizen life she’s clumsy and the mousy classmate, for Chloé it’d be her gateway to getting the attention and validation she craves. But the thing is that seeking this sort of attention to fill a void never actually does that, you’re always only left wanting more.
Where for Adrien, having the chance to become Chat Noir made him be able to drop his perfect son model persona and be wild and free and laidback, get some freedom, for Nath it’d become a power fantasy, being able to be strong and respected like he’s always dreamed, but it’d also make him adopt a fake persona. Becoming one, instead of shedding one.
In short, instead of truly being all in it to help other people and/or doing the best job they can, it’s all bad coping with their citizen lifestyle & focused on their own self.
And you’re going to say; Well that doesn’t sound so bad. Oh no, oh no trust me it is. Being superheroes and feeling important for a bit will not in any way sort their issues out.
Chloe indeed getting positive attention from being Ladybug will def not act like therapy with her and won’t solve the shit ton of issues she has, and ultimately what she needs isn’t fame at all, or support relying on how much she does (aka transactional support), that’ll only shift her world view from "to be important(aka respected and "good") I need to be like my mother 24/7" to "to be important(aka liked) I need to excel as a superhero 24/7". What she needs is to allow herself to be imperfect and vulnerable and getting a good support system.
And Nath is so much worse oh no my boy. Imo he’s very much the sort of bully victim to fantasize about suddenly growing incredible strength or magical powers and slamdunking on their bullies with it, I see him as having some anger issues, mostly bc of the ep where he’s quick to assume Marc is ill intentioned and snaps at him + his Evillustrator episode. Of course though, like with Chloe, their issues stem from trauma. But all this to say that as a superhero? It would be the biggest ego trip for him. He’d put on this act of what he thinks the "cool, appreciated" jokester superhero behaves like and ultimately, like with Chloe, the validation he gets from being a superhero won’t truly feel like validation for him. His service to the city would (like Chloe, yeah they do have similarities ngl) make him feel entitled to more recognition and things in his citizen life. He’d want to randomly use his powers to get attention from citizens, etc etc, and fighting and being in a situation of power would enable him to let out his anger and resentment in unhealthy ways.
Yayy say hi to our heroes!! They do seek to defeat akumas and protect the city & citizens tho.
On the first meeting as superheroes they wouldn’t like each other, but after that Nath would become smitten with Ladybug, and not out of idealism either. It’ll be so ironic that he’s so in love with her as Ladybug but absolutely loathes her as Chloe. I think Chloe might have tried one of her flashy tricks like endangering the train for attention, but then she’d get demolished by the akuma, and then when she ultimately wins and defeats it, the saved citizens cheer for her so much more than they did when she faked a problem. So, she thought, here actions actually matter instead of pretenses and appearances like in high society and politics? Wild. And getting demolished actually gives her a wake up call that this isn’t play-pretending, it’s serious, and so in my AU as ladybug she’d be pretty no nonsense and straight to the point, liking to be valued by her merits because she does put in efforts.
Tikki’s adherance to rules and moral righteousness does rub off on her, but honestly Chloe doesn’t see future consequences all that much. Her reason for rejecting Chat Noir’s advances (besides her not liking him that much, no love square bc I don’t think in this AU Chloe would have a crush on Nath, at least not until he gives her a chance ) and request to know each other’s identities isn’t because of rules or safety at all, but because she’s terrified that he’ll reject her if he knows who she is. And she’s right to be, because when the identity reveal does happen, Nath is pissed and refuses to see her for like one or two weeks. But yes Tikki does imprint in her the importance of rules and plans of action, and that… Ends up making her more bossy in her citizen life. Akuma attacks? Chloe will be telling her classmates how to act as she gets a special free pass to leave because of her father, pissing everyone off.
Now where it’d get fun is that Chloe would slander the shit out of the Akuma’s costumes, and Hawkmoth’s if she ever sees it. Like Marinette doesn’t does that in canon and she’s an aspiring fashion designer hello??! I guess that comedic potential will have to go to our meanest girl critic then. Also she def does banter with Chat Noir. Like, the nickname chaton? She tries it once condescendingly, saying and Chat Noir goes "Don’t call me kitten" understandably peeved, and she goes "Well, what am I going to call you then? Chat Noir is so alleyway tomcat, ew. Hmm, how about tiger?" Pointing to his hair, and that makes him feel kinda fierce and badass so he agrees lol
But also, I think he’d start giving more chances to Chloe in citizen life and in turn it’d surprise Chooe and encourage her to be more vulnerable with him and in general. They form a tense but non-hostile acquaintanceship. When asked why, Nath just goes "Someone taught me that giving second chances can surprise you." aka Ladybug because he disliked her at first (she reminded him of Chloe lol). Chloe would be super curious about and interested in the superhero comics Nath makes, centered around Ladybug and Chat Noir’s adventures, some suspiciously accurate and some very obviously made up. When poiting at his comics, she calls Chat Noir ‘tiger’ and Nath is SO disturbed about it, but Chloe’s like "?? Well it’s know Ladybug calls hom that, so um, like, everyone calls him that now you know? Get in with the times"
The relationship between the miraculous holders and their kwamis would be crucial.
Like, we know that Chloe admires Ladybug in canon a bunch, but I don’t remember why exactly, so I don’t think Chloe would necessarily be overjoyed at first to get such a huge responsibility dropped on her. But all that Tikki would need to say is "I chose you, no one else can do it", aka, "you’re special" and Chloe is instantaneously sold. Once she realizes it’s not a game she’d feel a lot of pressure on her shoulders, but ultimately she’ll end up feeling like it’s her duty and hers alone and she can’t give it to anyone else, because she’s special. But as time goes on, Tikki becomes someone Chloe really leans on. She sort of replaces Mr. Cuddly for her: Tikki is a supportive presence that offers unconditional advice and affection. Of course Tikki will scold her on a bunch of things, helping her see the errors of her way and acting as a sort of moral compass, BUT! Tikki will also be the only person that she can truly just be with, even Jean can’t do that fully because ultimately he’s a hired worker and doesn’t want to be fired, or be super attached only for his contract to end y’know. With everyone, even Adrien imo, she has some expectations to uphold or effects she wants to have, but Tikki? Tikki’s seen her bawling her eyes out, saying ugly things out of anger, covered in mud, she’s seen everything. Tikki knows everything about her and her situation in both halves of her life, and she hasn’t left, and that just means that Chloe can truly have no filter with her. And Tikki takes care of her holder.
Needless to say Nath jumps onto the opportunity as soon as Plagg so much as utters a word. I think it’s often forgotten or undermined, but while Plagg is generally laidback, he also has a strong sense of morals and he 100% will bluntly confront Nath if he tries or does anything shitty or anything for the wrong reasons. He will 100% call out Nath on it if he’s not taking being a superhero seriously enough (I know, god forbid Plagg to be the pne to do that lmao). Plagg is that type of influence that will encourage Nath to stand up for himself and become more self-confident (in a healthy and genuine way) in his citizen life. He’ll tell him to stand up to his bullies, and he’ll hype him up like "You’re epic! Yeah!! You can do this!! YEAH!!!" which will be SO good for Nath. But, if Nath is thinking of getting revenge on, say, Chloe, in a cruel way, Plagg will def be the first to say it’s wrong and will only make everything worse for everyone. He’s a sort of firm but incredibly warm older brother. In a similar way to Chloe, Plagg’s seen how Nath is and doesn’t mind it at all, is still the same supportive way, and that helps Nath with his insecurities, that maybe if Plagg still likes him then that how he really is isn’t lame or plain or boring.
Tikki is the supportive and present parental figure she needs. Plagg is the emotionally & socially intelligent and encouraging friend he needs.
So in the end, the true remedy for shit self-esteem isn’t superhero powers but the friends we made along the way.
Chloe and Nath are such good mirrors of one another fr fr 😭😭💕
I hope y’all like this! I’d write it, but I’m awfuuul at writing longfics. Maybee one day. I do have another miraculous holder chlonath AU that I’d like to get to first though.
#miraculous ladybug#chloe bourgeois#nathaniel kurtzberg#chlonath#miraculous ladybug au#character analysis#apparently#Concept
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MY FAVS LIST PT.2
for some reason every time I try to add a new fic to my original favs list it says there is an "Error processing my post" *rolling my eyes* I have so many fics to add to the list tho, get ready to add some new HEAT to your TBR :)
PART 1 You DO NOT want to miss these
mostly Stranger Things and Avatar lmao
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Sleepy and Needy in Steves Lap by @lunarzstarz SMUT
Oh my f'ing GAWD, this is *chef's kiss* this writer is SO talented.
she's gonna save me by @newlips Fluff
Bestie im on my knees. You killed that fr, mechanic Eddie never disappoints. :) THIS IS A 2 PaRt SeriES so far!!
as long as you need by @lilacletter SMUT
As promised I was FINALLY able to add this to the list! :) I love the kindness and attentiveness the writer portrayed in Eddie it's so PerFecT, this writer is sooo talented! Get ready to MELT like a popsicle in JULY.
You Give Love A Bad Name by @cinemaquinn SMUT SMUT SMUT
Also as promised I was finally able to add this to the list :) come get ya'll JUICE!!! I am LIVING for the breaks in his dominant demeanor. Like even though he's a dick he still wants her to feel good and be comfortable. BUT THE ENDING TORE MY ASS UPPPPP girllllll it's soooo good!
Ok i had to come back and add more to this bc i've now read it 3 times.
You know when you're looking for that perfect dynamic in a fic that is the sexiest to you? This is that for me. Like you can tell that even though he is cocky and has the rockstar persona when it gets down to it you can tell he genuinely cares that she is comfortable and enjoying herself. and the CHECKING IN had me giggling and kicking my feet like... he is giving me whiplash in the best way... its like a fatal attraction, he draws you in with the bad boy persona and then switches up and is all sweet and caring and then goes right back to the bad boy. I'm so excited to see how the next part goes.
Lets Go Dont Wait by @carolmunson spicy Fluff
Girl... you've once again blessed me with a masterpiece, I'm officially dubbing it a New York Times best-seller
Check out @pandorxx and @tiredmamaissy for some KILLER avatar smut... I mean both of these writers are so talented... and the content they serve is *bitting my knuckles* SO PeRfecT.... if you love ten-foot-tall, blue, SHREDDED cat people then they've got you covered fr fr <3
Satiate me by @zujime SMUT
hehehehehe this is.. hehehe sensational... we love a tired, hazy dick down... at least I do. *cries in virgin* Listen... The casual dominance had me at attention like YES SIRRRRR when he goes, “Open up for me, yeah?” and “Tongue out, baby, come on.” I was GONE. seriously fabulous work <3
Just call me Mr.Munson by @bimbobaggins69 SMUT
Listen the idea of sucking dick has never been appealing to me.. only just recently have I discovered this itty bitty part of me that might like it a little... but THIS, this has given me a whole new perspective lmao consider my horizons broadened, and the idea not completely off the table LMFAO <3 awesome fic
Eddie Shotgunning blurb by @wndalovebot SpICy <3
Doing this with someone is in my top 3 fantasies lmao you should have heard the scream I scrumpt lmao I am a fucking fool for this. You know what I would do if this ever happened to me.... I honestly don't know... but my knees are weak just thinking about it. Sooo Good! <3
Steddie Tattooing blurb by @idkmanijustwannawrite SMUT
Y'all already know this was being added immediately, lmao this first time I got a tat was a religious experience bc I discovered so much about myself lmaooo I was like "you know what would be good with this???" ...Head... all these thoughts were internal. Don't worry I have some semblance of decency lmao then I found out that there is a whole community of people who think the same thing on here lmao all jokes aside, this is so so so good go give it a read, show the author some love, you will not be disappointed. <3
Mafia Eddie by @oneforthemunny
This shit has me giggling like a fool, I can not talk enough about how talented this writer is, I am on my knees fr queen. It's the type of writing you read over and over and NEVER get tired of. <3 Mafia Eddie does something to me frrrrr.
Jake Sully x Bimbo gf by @coffeeandbookskeepmealive SMUT
This keeps me up at night lmao I'll be so for real I'm in between finals rn and I read this before taking my next test... I can't tell you how many times I've read it already.... I'm not normally into the lil housewife type thing but BRUH this had me crossing my legs and giggling fr. What I like about this is that it fits the prompt but Jake doesn't dehumanize her for being lil slut for him. He still treats her nice and wants her to feel good and that makes me FERAL. Go show this writer some love! <3
The Truest Statement by @newlips 18+
I know this isn't necessarily fan fiction lmao but this is going to live in my head forever... lmfao 'big stretch' bruh i'm gone I blacked out.
Something Extra by @luveline SMUT
This was in my first favs list but the damn link broke at some point so I wanted to put it here again because it is sooo good and deserves proper recognition!!! putting my old comments below :)
It's the way he so sexily explains what he's gonna do to the reader and asks if it's ok and everything, we love a respectful man UGH actually though it is so so so so good.
I Need Something By @hellfiremunsonn SMUT
This is the first time I've seen an author (yes an AUTHOR you are so talented <3) mention a lil panic moment after sex which is more common than people might think, there are so many emotions flooding your system at once. and HOLY F this was just all-around amazing... when he "hey hey hey baby you're okay." My cheeks got HOT fr. <3
The "yes" Policy by @pinkrelish Fluff EVENTUAL SMUT
I have mentioned this before but I am just now on the last part and I want to tell the author with all honesty... your writing style blows my mind I was enthralled in every sentence and I could read this over and over and over... you are beyond incredibly talented.. this is the type of story that could EASILY become a brilliant movie and YOU did that! I really hope you are proud of yourself bc all jokes aside this series is a masterpiece. EVERYONE should read this.
Rabbit Food by @oneforthemunny SMUT
The truth is that I need to go through and write a commentary on all your master lists bc everything you write is gold but for some reason this week DILF Eddie has me in a fucking chock hold. Also, new kink unlocked... thank you. LMAO This is another author I can't recommend enough! <3
us versus them by @myosotisa SMUT
You should know I will be back to read this over and over and if I could leave 1000 hearts I would bc GOOD GAWD this did something to me fr fr. This part in particular:
"Did so good for me, sweetheart.
So pretty, so perfect.
Come back to me, baby. Nice and easy."
yeah, I died a little. As in I blushed so hard I had to get up and walk away to cool down. Take a bow bc you DID THAT!!
Phone Sex Operator Eddie by @bimbobaggins69 SMUT
pt. 2
Lord have mercy. Let me start with, this is relatable af bc not only can I not talk to men in person but I can barely make phone calls LMFAO. This is a 2 part series so far y'all come get you some this is such a cute idea.
Sort of similar... I got a phone call from a military recruiter that is always trying to get me and my friends to join the Marines and his voice was so sexy I just ended up flirting with him the whole time (respectfully). Then we found out it's the same marine that we see in person at the mall all the time lmao so I've met this dude in person bahaha (once again respectfully.)
I fr was like "oh haha I wish you could see who you're talking too, the military wouldn't want me." BAHAHA my ass was FISHING for compliments BAHAHA
TBC... <3
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You know its stupid that Woo Jin Chul vividly remembers everything about Jin Woo by just a single touch, without having Jin Woo giving his memories to him.
You know
Like a literal trope in romance movies about soulmates or start crossed lovers.
But Cha Hae In is endgame
okay.
This is mostly just sour thoughts about Cha Hae In not being given enough development, cuz there could have been, literally, like: Hunters guild, Jeju, Kartenon, Monarchs arc, final arc— but they never expand on her AHGGHGH—
Hunter's guild: Oh she is recognized as the strongest there? even far more than the ultimate soldier and almost as much as The chairman, she has a strong sense of smell (but you know, that is literally just to have a reason for Cha to be interested in Jin Woo... literally nothing else.) She is a swordsmaster that is connected to Song Chi Yul, her skills are so good Sung couldnt even sense her when they met?
And what do they do woth her?
Oh look she is going to save her guildmates who could have died instatly! By using a pickaxe, hahah oh how funny!
Jeju island: oh she is actually far stronger than the japanese s ranks and— welp only one, and there she goes being saved by Jin Woo again bc you know, damsel in distress is like the number one trope that Solo leveling uses it in every single chapter like its crack.
Oh but look she has defeated the Ant Queen! Only to be overshadowed, quite literally, by the fight between Sung and Beru [which i have nothing against, the very was awesome but seriously, the one time she wins and she is just thrown back again to damsel in distress COME ON!]
Kartenon: oh look the architect is judging her moves and actually saying that she might be able to go outside the system... whatever it means but it looks like she might surpass something —i even have pictures hold on.
And they do nothing with it again.
In fact they just slap that down hard and say that she is still going by the systems rules so yada yada, she gets hurt and Jin woo has to save everyone again.
Monarchs arc: Nope nope nope, literally just a date definetly couldnt have explored the situation more by you know, having Jin Woo open up about his dad passing away (which the novel did grant a little more of that) and Cha Hae In comforting him because Jin Woo sees Cha Hae In as his first friend and they definetly could have build that shit up to something more.
BUT NOPE!
Last arc: I wont even try to explain just how overly sour the ending was for me. One of the strongest girls in the series, the olympic athelete, the S rank that fought her trauma whilst facing Beru... gets turned into a housewife.
Horray.
It would bave been better if Cha Hae In seemed even the tiniest interested in being a housewife, bc i do love me some characters who can kick ass while also mainting a good homelife without the need of anyone else, but no. She wanted to be an athlete, and now she is like a mother with wife duties. Thats it, i didnt know if she quit ... eh she didnt seem to look like it so, thankfully, but like, come one that was a sudden 180.
Of all people, I want her to have had more character than anyone. Not just because she is the love interest (but that also should be added ngl) but because she is one of the few S rank women that we see in the story (and lives, sorry japan). She is also the strongest of all Korea, actively working as a hunter unlike Go Gun Hee who was at the same time a ruler's vessel. A freaking vessel! Not to mention that cha hae in was everything Jin Woo wasnt at first, it was everything he was trying to become: rich enough to afford his mother's bills, powerful, strong, brave enough to fight any monster and protect everyone he cared about. They were so different and yet the same in their own grounded way.
But yes, butcher another character why not.
#cha hae in#sung jinwoo#sung jin woo#shadows monarch#architect sl#solo leveling spoilers#solo leveling manwha#solo leveling
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