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colloline · 2 years
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when they keep dropping hints but you can’t choose bc they’re all hot so you end up don’t commit to anyone💀
also i have an oc now😳
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larrylimericks · 1 year
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23Mar23
We’re feeling some internal friction At silver screen Louis’ depiction; All the world is a stage But it’s hard to engage When plot lines combine fact and fiction.
I get really rambly below the fold. Proceed with caution if you’re over the discourse already.
I debated seeing All of Those Voices in theaters. I didn’t see either of Harry’s films in theaters — Harries are too much of a wildcard, and I refused to sit through hours of squeals and gasps and reactions, not to the movie but to “omg! Harry’s going down on someone! omg, Harry’s bum!” So I was already tentative about seeing Louis’ film in a shared space, outside the protective silos of tumblr. But I bought a ticket, because I want to support him and because I was genuinely curious what story would be told. Then we got the trailer and I hesitated again, not wanting to watch a propaganda film. But, I’ve lived through all the other Bullshit moments, so I figured I could live through Bullshit on the big screen.
My theater crowd was great — pretty neutral aside from an amusing row of politely excitable Larries I was in secret solidarity with. And I pretty much loved the film. Well, 92% of it. I look forward to watching it again when it streams. I mean, it was an hour and a half of content featuring this fascinating creature we’re all obsessed with. I didn’t want to blink. I hung on his every word (when I could understand them). How cool to get, essentially, a long-form interview, where he’s not promoting an album and we’re not getting the same sound bytes. Louis is wonderfully open and vulnerable, and the story of his life (heh) is inherently compelling. The cinematography is beautiful. The behind-the-scenes are delightful and delicious. I can’t wait for the AOTV gif sets once we have it in high-def.
But it has some plot holes as wide and deep as the ones in Don’t Worry Darling.
First, there’s the confusing (to the uninformed) absence of a love interest. Louis is asexual, as far as the film goes. There’s not even a ghost of Eleanor, with whom he’s cumulatively spent a decade and who is supposed to have inspired so many great love songs and with whom he is supposed to have survived a pandemic. Props to E for living her best life now: going to see Scream on AOTV opening day, enjoying full custody of the pups, publicly supporting her assumed partner — sorry you got Kiki Layned from the film, but I’m guessing you weren’t even written into the script. (It’s not like the film was conveniently re-edited in the months since their break-up. Her stunt tapering was intentional.)
Then there’s the glaring absence of a baby mama (thank god; that family would have been even more insufferable). We’re cruising along for 45 minutes or so and then, wham, Dad!Louis enters the chat with a fully formed 6-year-old child. The kid just magically appears with no backstory — just like in real life ... twice (the first time with the pregnancy announcement and the second time with the revival of Dad!Louis after several years of dormancy, right in time for documentary filming. Just like Harry stunted with his co-star during filming and production, Louis stunted with his.)
The kid is cute, and faultless in this. The scenes are objectively sweet (as they were designed to be). But Louis, who normally keeps things very close to the vest, is all of a sudden an emotional spigot you can’t turn off when it comes to these scenes. It seems quite out of character. Which brings back to mind that this Louis *is* a character. The Freddie scenes just didn’t seem to have a point in the plot other than: Louis is a dad. And that role isn’t integral to the film’s story.
He’s incredibly emotional with Freddie, but the movie doesn’t tell us why. The storytelling gets lazy here. The lad/dad plot seems wedged in. The movie would be perfectly complete without it. I felt like it could have been integrated a few different ways: Louis experienced tragedy after tragedy after tragedy — loses 1D, loses his mum, loses his sister ... and then impending fatherhood either becomes another trial he must reluctantly face (in the surprise pregnancy narrative) or it helps him navigate the grief of losing his sole parent, his closest confidante. OR, Louis, not wanting to be like the absentee father he had, shows up for his own oopsie baby despite the unexpected circumstances. But there’s no exposition or rising action. No footage or photos from the first few years of the kid’s life that we haven’t already seen. Just an immaculate conception.
I think the most compelling narratives of the film are these:
Louis’ overcoming adversity after adversity after adversity. Holy hell. I lived through 1D ending, through the devastating news about Jay (god, I remember the shock and sadness of that day — it was incomprehensible), through the heartbreaking news about Fizzy, and then when you think Louis is gonna get his moment of victory with his first solo world tour, coronavirus pulls the rug out. (That sequence was well done: where we keep seeing the dates get closer and closer to March 2020, and we all know the villain that’s coming, but it’s still such a blow.) I lived through all that in real time, but seeing it in such a concentrated sequence really highlights the shit he’s been dealt, and hearing him open up about so much of it ... that’s the character development relevant to the film’s denouement. And getting to see Louis get what he deserves, finally, and hearing him acknowledge that he deserves it, was a lovely ending.
Louis’ journey to find his footing and his confidence as a solo artist after unfathomable success as part of a group. But, in a sort of plot twist, he’s not really solo, is he? The film gives a lovely introduction to his band now — and in their own words, reveals that they’re not just a backing band, they’re a *band* band. Louis has let them in. He’s forged a new brotherhood. *That*, for me, was the heartwarming story. I loved those scenes, loved seeing Louis in his element, which is in a collective, where he is both king and jester at the same time. (Or perhaps Oli’s the jester. Thank fuck for him, man. Oli is the standout. The breakthrough performance. The comic relief. I want a spinoff series.) It’s easy to miss 1D and glorify those short years and think nothing will ever top it, but Charlie’s storytelling of the LT Band is remarkable. We’re left looking forward, not back.
I know Louis’ dedication to his fans and his fans’ dedication to him is a huge focus, but I don’t really enjoy watching commentaries on fandoms I’m a part of. I’m living it. I don’t need outsider context. And in a fandom as fractured as Louis’ (and 1D’s) there’s not a universal experience. The film depicts dedication as sleeping on streets for rail, hopping from country to country and draining bank accounts — because that’s the kind of “superfandom” that gets easily turned into a marketable freak show. Show me the documentary on the fans who organize the light projects, who run the fashion accounts, who curate livestream sources on show nights, who have turned giffing into an art and science, who help promote Louis in the absence of a competent marketing team, etc., etc. I also thought the interview with the American(?) girls talking about LATAM shows was shortsighted. And showing the rainbow factions but not addressing them? What a missed opportunity to talk about songs like Only the Brave becoming a queer anthem. Straight artists can have gay fans, you know.
But the film doesn’t make the kid relevant to any of those storylines. He could have been worked into the first, but wasn’t. It was like a standalone narrative, with footage from a narrow set of days. I was at both those L.A. shows. The energy was so different from night 1 to 2. And in retrospect it’s clear Louis was performing the first night so Charlie could get the right shots. More like a choreographed play than a rock concert. It makes sense now why the Clarks weren’t in the VIP box with Freddie — couldn’t have them cluttering the frame or distracting the actors. Just, everything about the Freddie scenes is heavy-handed. Make a sign for your dad! Draw his logo in the sand! Fly a kite at sunset! He’s the spitting image of Louis! (Len does all the heavy lifting.) And all the maneuvering it had to take to get all those shots from the L.A. show?! In the VIP box from behind (and from the front, and when he just happens to be mouthing along to Two Of Us), side stage watching Louis end the show, on-stage watching Louis approach Freddie after the show, on-stage catching the moment Louis gives the lad a shout-out ... Charlie had a shot list. But sure, nothing was set up, it was totally organic.
I’m still unsettled by how heavily Charlie laid it on at the first premiere press conference — *he* was the one to bring up the kid, and was weirdly emphatic that nothing was staged, nothing was forced. It had the same energy of the “It’s. Not. Real” thrown baby doll moment, only it’s Charlie insisting that It. Is. Real. Thou dost protest too much, me thinks.
And of course, the lack of interaction between Louis and Harry remains, as ever, the biggest tell. We get poignant post-1D Nouis and Lilo moments in the film, but no Larry. We’re spoon-fed these Very Emotional Moments between father and son (“love you,” “Darling,” mouth kisses), when the real story, the real emotion, the real connection is in just a few seconds of furtive glances between Harry and Louis in the backstage footage of the last 1D performance. Christ, the way Harry’s eyes bore into Louis — chin tilted down, eyes glancing up from beneath a furrowed brow, lips tight, disguising his attentiveness with a hair flip ... they mastered so many forms of silent communication. The quiet call and response, the depths of love and care and concern and protection contained in micro-expressions. Fuck, give me 90 minutes of that. Just a silent film of Louis and Harry looking at each other.
Anyway. Sorry this sounds so grumpy. I did really love most of the movie. But I haven’t made sense of why this film was made. I don’t know its purpose. Maybe the introspection forced by the pandemic lockdown is to credit for this glut of music docs (“docs”) lately. Maybe nine minutes frees him up for nine more months or nine more years. I dunno. He obviously wanted this story told in this way.
Seeing a movie requires the willing suspension of disbelief. You have to ignore critical thinking in order to enjoy the story you’re being told. You tune out your knowledge that everything is fake for the sake of being entertained. We know that Superman can’t actually fly, but we still buy tickets to the cinema. But, a documentary shouldn’t require us to employ this semi-conscious perceiving mode. Yet here we are. I’m just not sure how much more or how much longer we can suspend our disbelief to enjoy fandom.
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queenofsimpsblog · 1 year
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griot - shuri x reader
A/N: LMAO I GOT THIS IDEA IN THE SHOWER AND I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE HILARIOUS SO I DECIDED TO WRITE IT
is the idea dumb? yes. is it gonna flop? maybe. am i still gonna write it? fuck yeah!!
dedicated to @locoforshuri i think ur really cool and i think you might like this so please read it my mutual bb <3
you waddled your way into shuri’s lab. being 4 months pregnant, you became extra clingy than usual and your hormones were all over the place. you figured spending some time with shuri might calm you down a bit.
you walked in and instantly noticed shuri’s frustrated state. you saw the images displayed on the blue screen in front of her, and remembered that this was the project she’d been stressing on a lot lately. it was a security system for the palace. she wanted to reinforce the building as you’d be welcoming a child soon, and wanted to keep it safe so that no harm would ever come to your child.
her muscles were tensed. you slowly walked up to her and covered her eyes with your palms. “guess who?”
“oh, is that riri?”
you swiftly moved your hands from her eyes to slap her on the arm. she giggled and turned around to give you a hug, mindful of your growing baby belly.
“hello, my love. i missed you. and you.” she said, moving down to kiss your baby bump.
“i saw how worked up you looked. wanna take a break and get some ice cream?”
“i’d love to, but i’m almost done with this algorithm. just wait for about half an hour? i promise i’ll be done after that!”
you sighed but nodded. shuri smiled widely and gave you a long, passionate kiss before turning back to her work station. you waddled to one of the couches in the lab and sat down, picking up a magazine on the table next to you to pass time.
after half an hour was up, shuri was almost done with the algorithm, but then accidentally hit the delete button instead of save.
“damnit! griot, can you retrieve the algorithm i just deleted?”
“it appears the recently deleted folder has glitched for some reason. i don’t think i’ll be able to access it.”
“oh for bast’s sake!! i did not design you to be this incompetent!!”
for some reason, hearing shuri yell at griot triggered something in you. you started crying and walked up to shuri, grabbing the end of the table as you tried to stabilise yourself.
“griot, can you hear me?” you sobbed out.
“yes, queen y/n.”
“i’m sorry shuri is being mean to you. she doesn’t mean it. she’s actually really sweet. she’s just a little stressed out right now, with a baby on the way and this thing she’s been working on for so long. i promise she didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
shuri was never more confused in her entire life. she knew your mood swings were severe and unpredictable. but this?
what made the situation even weirder is that griot started crying too.
“i do everything panther asks for, and it’s never enough. i know i make mistakes sometimes, but all algorithms glitch!”
the sight was hilarious. just you and griot sobbing together. shuri figured out that there was a bug in her system so she resolved that to make griot stop sobbing.
at first, she didn’t know how to calm you down. but then she realised what she had to do.
“griot.” she cleared her throat.
“yes, panther?” by now griot stopped sobbing and spoke clearly.
“i apologise for my rude behaviour. even though you’re an ai and have no feelings, i must still speak to you nicely. i hope we can move on from this and still work together?”
“of course, panther. no hard feelings.”
you stopped crying after that and wiped your cheeks. you smiled at shuri.
“see, griot? i told you she’s really sweet.”
“what’s sweeter is the ice cream we’re about to have. my lady?” shuri extends her hand and you take it, walking out of the lab together, talking about which flavour of ice cream you’re gonna get and what toppings you’re gonna ask for.
*lil bonus scene cuz you guys deserve it*
when the lab is emptied out, griot plays thot shit by megan thee stallion and quietly sings along.
“i’m a bad bitch”
BAHAHAHAH I LAUGHED MY ASS OFF THE ENTIRE TIME WRITING THIS AND I HOPE I MADE YALL SMILE TOO
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obetrolncocktails · 10 months
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Deception | Josh Kiszka X Reader | Part 1
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Warnings: This fic will include angst and smut. If those aren't your thing, don't read! Minors DNI!
Word Count: 2.1K
Authors Note: I had a hurtful, but oh so deliciously angsty idea for a fic involving Josh and a reader who was a fan, and led josh on to believe that they met naturally in a grocery store.
Summary: Be careful what you wish for. Wishes answered always come with consequences.
His sheets smelled of fresh linen, like fresh clothes pulled from a clothesline, crisp with the scent of sunshine. You’d burrowed yourself into them like a cocoon of welcome warmth, wrapping yourself in the swaths of fabric. 
“For someone who claims to be so hot all the time, you sure look like you’re ready to hibernate,” Josh mused, strolling into the bedroom as he sipped from the lip of a large mug. He was prepared, having made you one as well. You offered him a gentle smile. 
“I’m comfy,” you replied, satisfied with the simplicity of your response. 
“Sit up, silly,” He said, lowering himself onto the bed, carefully handing you your piping-hot cup of coffee. Wisps of steam billowed over the top of the mug and you sipped tentatively at the liquid, feeling it instantly liven your body from head to toe. 
“How does it feel to be twenty-six years and three hundred and sixty-four days old?” you asked him, eyeing him from over the lip of the cup. 
“Geez, when you say it like that, you make me sound ancient,” he chuckled. You loved the way his lips curled upward when he grinned, revealing his brilliant, white teeth. The slight gap between his front two teeth always sent flutters through your body. You caught yourself admiring his delicate, but masculine features. “But I’m excited! I never thought I’d end up planning my own birthday party.” He looked at you with amusement. 
“Come on. You mean to tell me you didn’t enjoy designing your own birthday cake?” You said, taking another long swig of your coffee before lowering it to your lap as you crossed your legs. “Only you would choose that symbol.”
His widening grin told you all you needed to know. “Yeah, that was pretty cool.” His eyes glimmered with child-like amusement, which sent a pang through your chest. “I’m just glad that everyone can make it, you know? It’s hard these days to get everyone in one place at the same time.” 
You nodded, reaching to place the cup on the bedside table. “Sam, Danny and I made sure that everyone could make it.” You ruffled your messy hair with your fingertips, watching him finish off his coffee. “We threatened physical violence if they didn’t.” 
“Okay, but who’s the one throwing the punches?” Josh asked, his eyebrows raised with amusement. 
“Who do you think?” You answered, lifting your fists playfully in front of you. “They don’t want it, I promise you.”
“Put your guns away,” He chuckled. “I bet you Jake is gonna be so jealous,” He continued, setting his cup on the side table before moving back to lay on the bed and prop up his head on his hand. His eyes brightened, his cheeks filling with color.
“Of what?” You asked, taking another sip of your coffee. 
“My party.” He said lightly.
“I mean,  you are the more performative of the two, so…” You admitted. He turned to you, scoffing incredulously. 
“Now what is that supposed to mean?” He asked, gawking. He couldn’t hide, though, that his features were fighting the urge to twist into a ridiculous smirk. His eyes seemed to glitter as he questioned you.
“Nothing!” You said, rolling out of bed with your empty coffee cup. 
“No, no! You don’t get off that easy,” Josh said, pulling at the thin fabric of your sleep shorts, pulling you back closer to him. 
“Oh , you want me to say sorry?” You asked him, biting your bottom lip as your eyes glimmered with mischief. 
“I thought maybe you could show me you’re sorry instead,” he said. “Come here.” 
You obeyed him, leaning closer to him. “Yes sir.”
The intensity in his eyes deepened as his fingertips pulled upward to gently caress your chin and jaw, drawing your face forward to meet with his lips. The feeling of his touch ignited the heat between your thighs. Josh’s boyish features could easily morph in the matter of seconds into something almost siren-like—He naturally honed the ability to unconsciously will you to do anything for him with just a look. He harnessed the power to peer straight through your soul like glass, like he could somehow see all of you at once, including your every thought, worry, and desire. At the beginning of the relationship, it had made you feel extremely vulnerable and unguarded, but now? Now, you found comfort in him knowing everything about you. Well, almost everything. There were certain things that you weren’t ready to tell him yet. You’d wait for the right time to come clean. 
You gave in to the gentle caress of his velvet lips and folded your body into an innate dance, moving in an exact mirror to him as he explored you. “You want me to show you just how sorry I am?” You whispered against his parted lips, your voice barely more than a huff of breath as your instincts began to take over. His hands slid to your hips, pulling you against him. You took that as his answer. 
“Go right ahead,” he purred softly. It was moments like these when you’d often felt most vulnerable in front of a man. In most of your previous relationships, you’d been so reluctant to let your partners in, to see the most vulnerable, insecure, and sensitive parts of yourself. You’d built your walls with an impenetrable defense, constructed by so many years of hating your own body more than anyone else could. Recently, it was becoming clearer to you that there was one thing that you knew for sure about Josh. He silently set himself apart from everyone else. Not once had he ever judged you for your appearance; for the extra curves, the extra pounds, the imperfect folds and creases that were so ugly to you, but so perfect to him. Even so, he didn’t feel pity for you, either. He treated you like a person, not the fragile pane of glass you had let yourself become in the hands of so many past partners’ hands. Not a single interaction was laced with unspoken judgment, because the truth was simple. Being fat meant nothing to Josh. 
You remembered those first days when Josh all but begged you to stop apologizing for the things that you couldn’t and shouldn’t change, constantly reminding you that you were a beautiful woman. “You are allowed to take up space in this world. Stop apologizing for abiding in it, Y/n. You have nothing to worry about when you’re with me,” he had said to you after a few dates, when you’d make it a point to apologize or somehow discount your appearance or importance. You couldn’t help it. It had become the safest defense mechanism that you could create; you’d insult yourself before anyone else could beat you to it. 
You let yourself fall after those first few weeks, and unsurprisingly, it was one of the easiest decisions you had ever made. The loop of his fingers around yours began to feel so natural and reassuring. You could count on him to encourage you to try new things, to leave you in stitches from laughing, and at the end of the night, you could rest assured that he’d leave you thinking about him for every moment he wasn’t with you. 
“What are you thinking about?” He asked, the corners of his lips twitching upward in a curious smile. 
“You,” you answered honestly, reaching forward to tuck some of his curls behind his ear. 
“Oh no,” he answered, his cheeks flushing. “Should I be running for cover?” He asked, pretending to get up. 
“No, no, come back here,” you said, pulling at his arm. You let the moment settle into contented silence as you both let your gaze linger between each other. “Can I tell you something?” 
“Always. What’s up?” Josh asked, moving to caress your arm softly as you prepared to speak. You pulled yourself upward to sit straight on the bed, and he did the same, sitting in front of you.
“You are–” you paused for a moment, figuring out the next words before speaking again. “You are the closest thing I’ve had to a home in a very, very long time, and I think I’m ready.” You both had agreed that sex wasn’t expected in the relationship until you had told him so, and even then, with Josh, you knew that you wanted it to be special when it was time. 
“Ready for?” He asked, his eyes widening slightly. You watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. 
“I am ready to be with you. I am ready to have sex, if and when you are.” You pulled your gaze upward to look him in the eye. “I want to be yours completely, Josh. You make me feel beautiful, and I think I am beginning to believe it, too.” The words spilled out of you easily, because for the first time, you believed them. 
“You are truly marvelous,” he spoke, straightening to sit cross legged again on the bed. “I am a lucky man, and I gotta say. Thank God we love the same pasta sauce.” You couldn’t help but chuckle as he recounted your first meeting at Kroger. You had been choosing between pasta sauces, and couldn’t decide whether to stay with your tried-and-true selection or try something new. 
“You want this one,” he had said, pointing to the one in your right hand–the one that was your favorite. You looked up, and were automatically struck by his natural beauty–the mixture of feminine and masculine features which were combined in an almost artistic product. You couldn’t look him in the eye, and you certainly couldn’t talk straight. 
“What?” You said after a long moment, yanking yourself out of your daze. “Oh. Yeah, this one? You said, raising the jar in the air. “It’s my favorite. Don’t break it if it isn’t fixed–right?” You decided to keep your mouth shut rather than fix the saying that you had just butchered so badly. Josh laughed, reaching for a jar of his own off of the shelf. 
“Something like that, yeah.” His dimples were huge, and his teeth were so white they almost seemed to sparkle. Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ. For a moment, you forgot how to swallow, how to talk, how to breathe. How are you real? You remembered thinking to yourself. 
“Sorry, I’m just a little–frazzled. I’m Y/n.” you said, stupidly extending your hand to him. 
“Don’t worry, Y/n. Grocery shopping can really take it out of us,” he said, taking your hand. You were grateful for his skillful segue. “I’m Josh.” 
You nodded. “Nice name,” you told him before mentally kicking yourself in the head. You’d wished you’d worn steel toes, and also that you had crazy flexibility so you could kick yourself across the pasta aisle. God I’m so fucking dumb. 
“I’d say yours is far more lovely,” he said, saving you again, and you couldn’t save the heat from filling your face. You were becoming intensely aware of your insecurities as you felt his eyes float over your body and back up to your face. 
“Thank you,” you said quietly, feeling anxiety exploding through your system like a disturbed hornet’s nest. 
“Well, I hope your pasta turns out delicious,” he said. “I can tell you’ve got great taste,” he said, putting the jar in his small hand basket. 
“You too,” you said with a gentle smile. “Only losers eat Prego,” you said with a grin. 
“That’s a bold statement, Y/n. We need to make sure that Campbell’s Soup Company isn’t listening to our every word.” You couldn’t help but snicker, accidentally snorting at the stupid joke. 
“Stupid joke?” he asked, reading your mind. 
“Yeah, I gotta admit. It was a terrible joke,” you said, your cheeks aching painfully from grinning. 
“Ah well, I’m known for them, so,” he shrugged, adjusting his basket in the crook of his elbow. “Well, I guess I’ll see you around, Y/n. If I see  you next time, maybe we’ll compare ingredients again.” 
“I’m ready for you,” Josh said. “I’ve known it’s you for a while now,” he admitted, reaching forward to take your hands in his. “I want to make it special,” He continued. “Let me make you dinner. You already know what’s on the menu, besides you, of course,” he said with a soft grin. 
“Josh Kiszka’s world famous Spaghetti?” You said, eyeing him with a smirk. 
“You know it!” He said excitedly. “Come here, let me kiss you.” 
You obeyed him instantly, leaning forward into his awaiting embrace, letting yourself be truly loved for the first time. 
You heard a buzz from your phone on the side table, but ignored it. 
You’re a whore for going after the celebrities you write such filthy smut about. I’ve found you, and it’s only a matter of time before everyone finds out about your little secret. Could be fun, don’t you think?
End of part 1.
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last-herondale · 1 year
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“Honesty”
Twilight x FemReader (Team Jacob)
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Swearing, angst
Tw: mention of abuse, death,
A/N: Hellllooo. I had a scene idea where the reader, who is Jacob’s imprint, has an uncomfortable conversation with Edward Cullen, basically calling him out on his bullshit. This scene takes place during the events of BD pt 1; before Bella gives birth.
I have other fics that follow this head cannon that I will link below, if you’re interested!
Enjoy 🤘🏼
Forks had always been lovely to you, especially in the Fall. Leaves scattered the ground outside of the Cullen’s house- or mansion was more like it- and the wind was blowing softly through the trees, making a calming music under the night sky. Jacob, Leah, and Seth had gone out on patrol. You had been out for most of the morning and afternoon, monitoring the makeshift parameter around the Cullen house for any signs of Sam and his pack. His pack. The idea still felt odd to you, that there would ever be more than one pack. But Jacob had broken the bond. He was his own Alpha now.
It was never a choice for you, not really, when Jacob left the pack. He was your tether to the world. Wherever he went, you would follow. And so here you were, aiding the love of your life in protecting the girl he loved, and her unborn child. You wondered what you had done in your past life to have made fate design your life the way it had. It was starting to become slightly humorous. You sat on the bottom of the Cullen’s steps, leaning your body on the sleek siding and resting your head. You were exhausted, both mentally and physically from the past couple of days. Constantly being alert, constantly being in wolf form, was draining to say the least.
“You are more than welcome to use a chair,” a cool, familiar voice said behind you. Your body tensed instinctively, as the eerie silent presence of Edward Cullen stood beside you. “I’m fine here, thanks,” you muttered. Edward said nothing but took a few steps closer. “May I?” He asked, indicating to the spot beside you. You just shrugged, refusing to look at him. He sat down next to you and sat there in silence for a moment. The smell of him, the sickly-sweet stench of a vampire, crept into your nostrils. You had adjusted to the smell months ago, during the newborn battle, but even still, it made your body tense.
“How is Bella?” You finally ask. You had seen her before going on patrol this morning, and she looked as she had the day before. On the cusp of death. Edward clenched his jaw. He wasn’t going to admit she was worse, and so the two of you just sat there. “You are very hard to read,” Edward finally said. That made you turn your head towards him, your eyebrows arched. “What?” “You’re different then the others. I’ve never been able to get quite a grasp of your thoughts. Just snippets here and there,” he said this as if he was mildly frustrated.
“You can’t read my thoughts?” You asked, slightly amused. “Not exactly,” he admitted, “I can still read bits and pieces, like strong emotions or muted memories… but specific thoughts no, I cant. It’s similar to Bella’s father, Charlie, but a little bit more difficult.”
“Well,” you sighed, “I’m not surprised.” Edward gave you a patient look, waiting for you to continue. “When I first joined the pack, they had a difficult time hearing my thoughts too. I could hear them down the bond just fine, but I sounded muffled and far away to them. They don’t know why I’m like this, but it seems as though you’re not the only one who can’t crack my head.”
“How does that work then? How do you communicate with them if they can’t hear you?” He seemed genuinely curious, and you just shrugged. “I don’t know, I just learned that yelling certain thoughts down the bond can break through. But I prefer it this way,” you said, “I don’t need everyone to know what’s in my head.”
It had been an unforeseen blessing. For whatever reason, your mind was guarded in a way that you didn’t understand. It was how you were able to hide your imprint from Jacob and the rest of the pack.
Edward was quiet in thought for a while, and you wished he would leave you alone. He was the last person you wanted to talk to. “I can hear that you know,” Edward said quietly. “Hear what?” You asked in a flat tone. “Your anger towards me. You’ve been feeling that quite strongly today.” He said it so matter of factly that you glared at him. “Is that why you’re out here? To figure out why I’m mad at you?” You asked between gritted teeth.
“I would feel better knowing, yes.” He said cooly. “Feel better?” You laughed bitterly, “why would I want to make you feel better, after the shit you pulled today?”
You bit your lip immediately after the words came out. Edward’s face softened slightly as realization hit him. “Ah,” he said, “this is about what I said to Jacob.” You clenched your jaw when he mentioned his name. You had heard the conversation play over in Jacob’s head repeatedly this morning. He couldn’t hide his thoughts from you, and you were infuriated with what had occurred.
“She could have a whole litter of puppies if that’s what she wants. Please Jacob.”
You gritted your teeth at the memory. Edward had wanted to use Jacob for his own purposes. He knew Jacob’s willingness, his absolute need to keep Bella alive, and he was willing to further shatter Jacob’s heart in order to achieve his goal. You had nearly convulsed with anger that morning, and kept far away from Jacob and the Cullens.
You stood up and began walking away from Edward, anger fueling your tired body. Suddenly he was in front of you, his face looking at the ground apologetically.
“Please understand, I was trying to save her,” his voice sounded oddly strained, “I wouldn’t have asked him if there was any other way.” You said nothing, your heart pounded as you moved past him and continued into the woods. “I understand that you love him (y/n)-“ Edward said loudly. You spun on your heel, red blazing in your vision as you stuck your finger in Edward’s face.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” You hissed, “You understand nothing. Do you hear me? NOTHING!” You kept your voice low, so as to not alert anyone in the house, or any of your pack that might be close by. Edward did not flinch from you, but he held his gaze that almost seemed sympathetic. You wanted to punch him.
“I may not know the full extent of what imprinting means,” he began cautiously, “But I know enough of what i can see through your eyes when you are around him. I’ve at least felt a fraction of your imprint bond with him, and even then I know how far that connection lies.”
“You know nothing,” you spat again.
“Is there anything you wouldn’t do for him?” Edward challenged, his voice steady and low, “to keep him safe? To protect him?”
You gave a dry laugh, “is that what you think love is? Protecting and shielding? Is that what you’ve done for Bella since you’ve known her, because you’ve done a stand up job so far.”
Edward gave a low snarl at the mention of Bella’s name. “Oh shut the fuck up,” you snapped, “You do not get to have a pity party with me right now. Not after everything you’ve done.” You had never been so short with Edward before. You had always kept your emotions at bay, not only for Jacob’s sake, but for Bella’s as well. But today was not one of those days.
“Yes, I imprinted on Jacob,” you hissed, hating to admit this under these terms, to Edward of all people. “From the first day I met him, we have been bonded in a way that you will never understand. Do you know what that means?” Edward said nothing, his lips stayed in a hard line, letting you continue. “It means that for the past year, I have had to endure his pain, his anger, and his heartache.”
The words felt almost freeing to say, to admit out loud. For so long you had to conceal these emotions, curb your thoughts in order to play as the peacemaker. “I am there for him in any capacity that he needs me to be. I try, in every way possible to piece his heart together from the damage that she has inflicted on him since she moved here!”
“Do not blame this on her!” He growled.
“Is she blameless though?” You snapped back, fury grew in your chest. “The way she uses Jacob for comfort, strings him along to make herself feel whole, all the while he gets the short end of the stick? Tell me how that isn’t her fault?” You felt the transformation at the base of your spine. Your body wanted, no- needed a release. Usually you were so careful, but right now your emotions were spilling out at a dangerous pace. Dangerous thoughts filled your head. How life would have been like had Bella never shown up to Forks. How much heartache everyone would be saved. Then you wouldn’t have to be having this stupid conversation with Edward Cullen.
You knew by the look in his eyes that he was able to pick up on a few tidbits of your thoughts. You thought maybe he would lunge at you for thinking of Bella like that, but instead he just sighed and crossed his arms.
“You don’t mean that,” he said calmly, “You don’t blame Bella. You don’t hate her, no matter how much you may try to convince yourself to.”
You clenched your hands. You hated him telling you what you thought, but he was right wasn’t he? You didn’t hate Bella. You never did. The two of you had become close friends over the past year. Whenever she wasn’t with Jacob, Bella oftentimes found herself at Emily’s house- talking with you. All of the memories you had with Bella, the gentle, shy, and rather determined girl that she was, flooded through your mind, cooling the fire in your blood. She was one of your best friends. You had even been a bridesmaid at her wedding. That’s why you could never force yourself to hate her, even if Jacob was in love with her.
You narrowed your eyes at Edward, embers of anger still simmering in your blood.
“You’re right, this isn’t Bella’s fault,” you agreed, “it’s yours.” Edward kept his mouth shut, almost as if he agreed with you. “When you left Bella, you destroyed her. Mentally, physically. She was as good as dead!” You hissed. Edward flinched at your words but you kept going. “When you left, he helped heal her heart. He drove himself mad trying to make her feel better, all while struggling with his own transformation.”
“Jacob does so much for her,” you said in a shaky breath, “He has risked his life for her, he deserted his family to be here for her, he nearly died-“ you choked off the last word. The image of Jacob being crushed by the newborn made you sick to your stomach.
“Bella is alive because of him, and yet you have the audacity to ask more of him? To use him as a pawn? He deserves more than that.” You finally finished. “Do you think you’re the only one who risks losing everything if things don’t work out?” You hadn’t been stupid. You knew the likely hood of Bella’s death if she was determined to have this child. You knew what chain of events that would lead too. Edward had already proven what he would do if he lost Bella, and you had seen Jacob contemplate similar outcomes in his head, many of them were too painful to watch.
Edward gave you a sympathetic look, and his face softened. You wondered what he saw from your thoughts. If your words were enough to reach him in any capacity.
“I’m sorry,” he said gently, “I truly am. For everything. I’m just terrified that I’m going to lose her…” for a moment he even looked vulnerable. You had never seen him like this. And you never thought that once this moment came that you would feel… pity for him. After everything.
“Look, Edward,” you began, uncertain of how to approach him, “I know you want to protect Bella. I know what it’s like to have your whole existence revolve around someone. I know what it’s like to want to do everything you possibly can to ensure that they are safe, to want them to be happy, to feel loved…but sometimes we have to take into account what they want, no matter how much it may kill us.”
“Jacob may never stop loving Bella. He might always choose her, no matter what I do. And that’s his choice. I would never want to force him to be anything or anyone that he isn’t.” The words stung as they left your mouth, but they felt true, rumbling deep in your chest.
“ And you need to do the same for Bella. She wants this baby. She is choosing to have this baby. You cannot force her out of this without risking her hating you for the rest of your life. I know you might think that’s the better alternative, that at least then she would be safe, but hate and resentment has a way of killing just as fast. Besides, Bella is stronger than you think. How many times does she have to prove that to you?”
Edward thought on your words for a moment. The night sky burned its stars around the edge of the forest. The wind was cool against your warm skin and it blew tendrils of your hair around your face. Edward looked thoughtful, his golden eyes pierced through the night. Finally, he stepped closer to you and put a hand on your shoulder, his skin hard and cold to the touch.
“Thank you, (y/n). I needed to hear that.” Edward removed his hand off of you and put his hands in his pockets. “Fear is such a human emotion, and I think it has brought out the most desperate side of me as of recently. I am truly sorry. For everything.”
The two of you held eye contact. Words felt meaningless at this point. Your brain was tired and your nerves were fried. You felt as if you bared your soul. You never felt more exposed and raw as you did then. Whats done is done. You just nodded to Edward and turned towards the forest and began walking. There was no point in resting now, so you decided that you might as well join the patrol.
“I wont mention this to him,” Edward said softly, low enough to where you could hear as you walked away, “I hope one day he realizes just how much he is loved.”
And with that final tear in your heart, you shifted into your wolf form and ran off into the forest, leaving Edward Cullen alone in the dark.
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things I am grateful for: November '23
people who put up lights on their homes during Diwali no matter how basic in colour and shape/design. just looking out my window and looking at all those twinkling lights or when I walk down the street in the evening, it makes my heart smile.
the band cigarettes after sex. I know they have been around forever, but I only started listening to their music a few weeks ago and their "ethereal" and "dream like" music as Wikipedia describes is exactly aligned with what my soul wants to feel like when I am sitting to write after dinner in yellow lights or when I am lying down under the sky feeling the breeze on me or when I am riding back home after a socially charged evening at a house party.
the "archive" chat feature on WhatsApp because I cannot look at their face or re-hear their voice notes every time I have to open that app. so, yes, out of sight out of mind helps.
the idea that it's okay to accept things you earlier rejected as a child. you wanted to believe that the world was a better place and that humans were more tender. and it's not like you don't think that they are not now. you just know better, you are getting to know better and that is that humans are not consistent and when you need kindness the most, tragically, you may not find it. so, the quote you read as an eight year-old child (laugh and the whole world laughs with you. cry and you cry alone) turned out to be more true than the one you wanted to believe in (Promise me not to hide yourself when you’re in pain. It’s unfair that we laughed together but you cried alone.)
uncles who are cool. not creepy, not close-minded, not with big egos and wanting to always give you a "lecture" and show that they know better. but the ones who drink with you on dinners and celebrations without judging and the ones who give you your space and the ones who share stories from their youth without being preachy, only nostalgic and the ones who buy you good food.
silver. it's a precious metal alright but it's nowhere nearly as expensive as gold. so you can buy yourself a pearl + silver ring as a Diwali present. it may be a humble start but baby, it's your first precious jewelry that you bought for yourself and you know how cool that is? this is only the beginning.
rich people who bought mad big villas on the outskirts of the city right in the middle of nature and now put it up on Airbnb so that for two days once every quarter you can get out of the city and remember that you are an earth child and when you exist as one, you can sit in silence, lie under the sky, let the breeze trace your body and not have to verbalize any part of your existence — you can simply be.
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Kane & Jim #44: Sweet 116
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content: recovery, comfort, vampire whumpee, whumper turned whumpee, whumpee turned caretaker, fluffy compared to my usual
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Kane woke up one hundred and sixteen years old.
It felt like it had been ages since his last birthday, since he hadn’t been aware of its passing since his 110th. He’d honestly thought he was older than this, back in his cell. It felt longer than five years.
He hadn’t celebrated his birthday in a long time, even the ones where he’d been aware of the day passing. They were a bitter reminder that his family didn’t care, after the extravagant parties he’d been thrown as a young child turned into not even being wished a happy birthday. He and Bellamy used to have their own little events, just the two of them, but those stopped after Bellamy left.
He wished he could apologize to Bellamy for treating him so badly. Kane knew he’d been a bad friend. But it was probably better this way: Bellamy had his own life now, he was flourishing, and Kane was okay now too. He had to just appreciate their childhood friendship for what it was, and accept that it was over.
Jim wasn’t his friend, certainly. Kane had abused him for years, and now he was currently held captive in the man’s house. But he was something almost like a friend. More than a friend in some ways, a god-like savior who’d dragged him out of a torturous nightmare.
He was okay. He didn’t need a friend, and he didn’t need a birthday. He just needed to be safe, and he had that, now. He smiled at the thought. His first safe birthday in five years.
Jim came downstairs with a fresh bowl of blood. “Hey, man. Happy birthday. Hundred sixteen now, right? Sheesh.”
“Oh. You remembered.” Kane said, a little shocked.
“’Course I remembered. Gotta be on top of that shit if you’re gonna be staying here. Speaking of which...” Jim held out the bowl, but it was a new one, one Kane had never seen before. A ceramic bowl designed to look like a cake, a human food he knew was traditionally used to celebrate birthdays. Jim had taught him that.
“Saw this and thought it might be fun to use on your birthdays, since obviously you can’t eat actual cake.” Jim said with a goofy grin.
Birthdays. Plural. That could only mean one thing, that Jim intended to keep him for years. Kane’s heart soared, elated. He was being promised safety for years.
“Thank you so much.” Kane gingerly took the cute little bowl. “I love it. Thank you for the bowl, and the blood, and, and for letting me stay. Thank you for all of it.” He teared up a little, overwhelmed with emotion.
“Aw, well, you were always nice to me on my birthdays.” Jim pointed out. “You always got me cake and a present. Never hurt me or anything, ‘cept for the bite, even if I was doing stuff you’d normally hit me for. It was the only time I really felt safe.”
Guilt flooded him. Jim only felt safe five days out of the five years Kane had him, and he still made every effort he could to make Kane feel safe now despite it.
“I’m glad you’re safe now.” Kane said softly.
“Right back at you.” Jim patted him on the back. “Laken’s coming over later and we’ll have a little party. Assuming that’s cool with you? There’s still time to cancel it if you’re not into the idea.”
Laken was a hunter. It was hard to get out of the mindset that humans were dangerous by default, let alone hunters, but they’d been over to visit Liz’s a few times when he and Jim had stayed at Liz’s place a few weeks ago and they’d only ever been friendly toward him. He supposed that the only options Jim had to invite to his vampire’s birthday party were them and Liz, and Liz was definitely not a fan of him.
Kane hadn’t had a proper birthday party since he was ten years old. It seemed almost childish at this point, but... unbelievably sweet.
“That sounds great. Thank you.” He held the bowl to his lips and drank.
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Jim’s present to Kane served two purposes: it was something he knew the guy would love, and it would give him time to decorate. It was a strategy he had employed for Liz on multiple occasions. Give her a gift she’d have to leave the house for, then set everything up while she’s away. He could have just done it while Kane was asleep, but he wanted to make sure he actually wanted something. Jim knew he was weird about birthdays.
He had to get creative this time, since he couldn’t send Kane to the arcade or roller rink. Kane was over the moon about the fancy bath stuff Jim got him, breaking out in a delighted fanged grin.
While Kane spent what Jim was sure would be an hour in the bathroom trying out fancy soaps, he strung up some simple decorations. Some balloons, streamers, and in a moment of unprecedented genius, a ‘SWEET 16′ banner he’d drawn an extra ‘1′ into to make it say ‘SWEET 116′. He giggled as he tacked it up.
He was sure it was nothing compared to the kinds of parties hundred-millionaire vampires would throw. Hell, it’d be nothing by human party standards, the guy couldn’t even eat cake or get wasted. But hey, Kane seemed pretty jazzed about it so far.
It was a good distraction. Jim tried not to think about it, but tomorrow was the anniversary of the night Kane took him. He realized it a few minutes after Kane had told him his birthday. Was that what he was? Kane’s birthday present to himself, a shiny new human?
He pushed the thought out of his head. It didn’t matter. He didn’t want to think about the fact that tomorrow was the 15 year anniversary of the day his life ended.
Jim was glad he had the excuse of Kane being scared of Liz to not invite her: she’d definitely try to comfort him, because she knew him way too well, and then he’d have to think about it, and maybe even talk about it.
And then he’d be a terrified 19 year old boy again, back in that lonely little room in Kane’s house where nothing was safe, and he didn’t want to be that anymore.
Now Kane was in his house, and neither of them were miserable. It was fine. Though it was hard not to think about it at least a little bit, with what Laken wanted to give Kane as his present.
Kane came downstairs smelling like roses. “You weren’t waiting to put the cuffs back-”
He looked around, taking in the decorations. Another smile. Kane had been smiling a lot more these days, he noticed.
“You did all this for me?” He sounded choked-up.
“Yeah, man. It’s your birthday. First one you’ve celebrated in five years, right? Gotta do something.” Jim patted him on the back. “And no cuffs today. We can be a little lax once in a while.” Plus, there’ll be a hunter here most of the time just in case.
“One hundred and six.”
“One hundred and six what?”
“This is the first birthday I’ve celebrated in one hundred and six years.” Kane clarified. “Or, ninety-nine years if you count the little celebrations that were just me and Bellamy. Just shy of a century.”
“Fuck, man. You’re making me too sad.” Jim shook his head. Guess that explained why he was so cagey about his birthday. “Well, good thing I snapped you up before it could get to a round hundred. We’ll fit a birthday party in here for you yet.”
“Thank you, Jim.” Kane said, sounding touched. “That means a lot.”
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Laken arrived shortly. Kane froze up as they hugged him, not having expected it, but relaxed once he realized they weren’t hurting him.
“Happy birthday, you little grandpa!” they laughed, glancing at the banner. “Excellent.”
“Thank you for coming.” he replied. Laken’s hug was different from Jim’s. There was no tension, no fear that Kane could sense. They just held him, carefree. He wanted it to last forever, but they pulled away to hug Jim next.
They strolled inside and turned back around. “Jimmy, get outta here. I’ve gotta give Kane his present.”
Laken didn’t appear to have brought anything with them, Kane noted with confusion.
“Y-yeah.” Jim was suddenly nervous. “Just, just come get me when it’s done.” He scurried up the stairs to his room.
Kane was growing more anxious by the second. Jim being nervous was bad, but being apart from him was worse, and being alone with a hunter even worse than that. Even if they were the nicest hunter he’d ever met.
“Chill out.” Laken ordered, patting him on the head. “Jim’s just a little sensitive about this stuff. I’m not gonna hurtcha.”
“O-oh. Um, then, then what?” he asked.
Laken held out their arm. “Go on and feed some. Double portions today, and this one’s straight from the source, nice ‘n fresh..”
Kane stared incredulously at their outstretched arm. This had to be a- a trap of some kind, it had to be.
He could still remember the searing licks of the sun on his skin, in his mouth, unable to get away, burning burning burning for an entire week, the nights never long enough to heal more than the smallest bit before the next day devastated him again. And that had been for just trying to bite.
There was no way a hunter was telling him to bite them.
“I’ll be good, s...” Kane thought about it a bit, unsure what the proper title would be for a ‘them’. “...sir?” he decides anyway. “I’ll be good. I know better, I, I’ve learned. You don’t need to test me.”
“I’m not gonna pull pranks on you on your birthday, dude.” Laken shook their head. “Or ever. That sounds about as good of an idea as pulling pranks on Jim. Maybe even worse. Nah, I’m serious. Go for it. Have a little treat.”
They were serious. Kane glanced up the stairs. “Jim’s okay with it?”
���Yup, got pre-approved and everything. Listen, if you don’t want it, I can use the blood draw and you can drink it out of that bowl Jim was so giggly about on the phone, or we can just forget about the whole thing if you wanna. It’s your call. You’re the birthday boy. But hey, I’m offering.” They waggled their eyebrows.
Blood did taste really good straight from a human. It didn’t get any fresher than that. And... it could be his test, too. He was starting to really trust that Jim wouldn’t send him back, or hurt him on purpose. If he did this, he could see if Laken is really telling the truth, and maybe he could trust them, too. If he refused, he’d never know.
“Okay. Yes, please. Um, have you ever... been bitten before?” he asked.
“Pssh, oh yeah. A billion and a half times.” Laken assured. “I’ve been hunting for like, a decade. You guys’ve got like 5 things for combat, and teeth are one of ‘em. Never been really fed from, though. But I’m curious!” They waved their arm in front of him again.
Kane was glad they were offering their arm. He was sure that Jim would have an intensely negative reaction to seeing his mark on Laken’s neck.
He nodded trepidatiously. “Please let me know if you want me to stop.”
He bit into their forearm, sweet, delicious blood flowing into him. The base taste wasn’t as good as Jim’s abnormally-delicious blood, but it was so fresh that it truly was a treat. He had already had a meal today, but he fed enough for an entire second meal. It was his birthday, after all.
When he was done, he licked the wound closed. “Thank you. That was, that was wonderful.” He waited anxiously for their reaction.
“Haha, so weird. Glad it did it for you.” Laken said casually.
They’re really not mad. They’re not going to try to punish me.
“I’m gonna put a bandage on this so Jim doesn’t flip his shit.” they added. “You wanna go get him? Knock first.”
“Okay!” Kane agreed, invigorated by his apparent success. He jogged up to Jim’s room, initially minding his ankle chains before realizing they weren’t there, and knocked.
“Jim? It’s done. Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yeah.” Jim opened the door, looking a little less than okay, but not awful.
“I-”
“If you’re about to say you’re sorry, can it. It’s your birthday and you didn’t hurt anyone. Was it nice?” Jim asked.
Kane was surprised by how he’d predicted what he was about to say so easily. He guessed Jim just... knew him better than anyone else, at this point.
But that street went both ways. Seeing Jim look all nervous, he was suddenly reminded that he’d taken Jim the day after his 100th birthday.
“It was nice. Thank you for allowing it.” He hesitated, hoping he was saying the right thing. “Um, I know that tomorrow is probably... an uncomfortable day for you. I’m sorry. Just let me know if there’s anything I can do? Like if you want me to stay downstairs or something.”
Jim startled a bit, then smoothed his hair down. “I dunno. I kinda just wanna do everything like normal. Don’t wanna make it weird or anything.”
“Okay. Whatever you want.” Kane agreed.
“Hey, did Jim faint up there or something?” Laken called.
“C’mon, don’t turn into Liz, I’m not that fragile! I wasn’t even the one who got bit!” Jim called back. He bumped Kane on the shoulder, racing back down.
Kane laughed, following behind him.
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sorry i’ve been slacking on posting new chapters / november was kind of a wash! you can expect a lot more activity in the latter portion of december.
drabbles posted in between #43 and #44:
Drabble: Mirror
Drabble: Fuck you
also started K&J x MMSS, a series of crossovers between my guys and the guys of Magnanimous Moonrise & Savage Sunset! there’s like 30k words of writing in there now
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ourloveisforthelovely · 11 months
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Black Heart Part 10
Regulus Black AU
Request: Will you write a Regulus x Reader fic where Regulus is older than the reader? She comes to help the Order and Regulus falls in love with her. The relationship isn’t easy because of the war and Regulus’ denial that he would be a good boyfriend.
Summary: Admitting that he was in love had never been something that Regulus wanted to do. Now that you were in his life, Regulus didn’t know how to react. Should he love you or push you away just like he had everyone else?
Rating: M
Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader
Link to Part 9
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Walking into the hospital, you couldn’t help smirking at the expression on Regulus’ face. Your poor fiancé was one step short of losing his mind. You found it amusing that just a few moments ago you were the “designated basket case” and now that title had shifted.
“Are you still okay? Nothing happening down there?”
Regulus asked nervously. You couldn’t help the giggle that left your body.
“Reg, it isn’t like the twins are just going to fall out. It could be hours…maybe even tomorrow.”
Regulus stopped walking and looked at you horrified. He knew that he was being a tad dramatic. After all, you were going to be the ones shoving babies out of your body and he was going to be standing there awkwardly but…days? Hours? What?!
“Hours? Tomorrow? I’m supposed to be like this that long?”
You raised an eyebrow.
“I thought you read the book.”
Regulus bit his bottom lip.
“Well…I did…up until the labor part. I saw the pictures and peaced out. Please don’t make me look when it comes time for that.”
You laughed again and squeezed his hand. Regulus’ admission didn’t surprise you at all. If he looked you would have been totally shocked.
“You don’t have to look. I promise everything is mostly. Oh, Merlin.”
You winced as a contraction went through you. Regulus’ face was pale as you squeezed his hand tightly.
“Contraction?”
You only nodded before taking a deep breath.
“I am never having sex again.”
You grumbled.
“You say that now.”
Regulus commented, hoping to make you smile. When you did, he felt instantly better. To say that he felt bad that you were going through this pain was an understatement. Even if it meant having children, Regulus still felt guilty for putting you in this mess.
“I have some time to think about it while I heal.”
You replied as Dr. West stepped out of the room. Her eyes widened a bit seeing you.
“Y/n, what are you doing here?”
You motioned to your stomach.
“My water broke and I’m having contractions…here we are.”
Dr. West did some mental math before nodding. Her cool calm composure returned quickly.
“I’m not surprised. If you made it full term that would have been extraordinary. Now let's get you settled.”
Half an hour later, you were settled in a comfy hospital bed while Regulus paced the room.
“Should I be doing something?”
He finally asked.
“You’re the designated basket case so continue what you are doing.”
You replied. Regulus only nodded and went back to pacing. Was he ready for this? No. Nothing within him was ready to be a parent or watch you give birth. Every day that your pregnancy progressed, he pushed the whole getting the ready part to the back of his mind. Now there was no “putting it off until tomorrow.” It was THAT day and he was a wreck.
What if something happens to her? I can’t do this alone. One child would be hard enough... Twins would be impossible. I don’t have that much patience.
Regulus thought as a nervous-looking nurse stepped into the room. You had quietly decided to leave Regulus alone to his brooding. He needed to work himself through this. If you pushed him too hard then it would be even more difficult.
You turned your attention to the nurse that you had never seen before. She gave you a small smile.
“Um…Dr. West asked me to start an IV…I’m Amber.”
You smiled and held out your arm as the poor girl nervously walked over. It didn’t take you being a doctor to know what was wrong. This poor girl was still in training and you were probably her first stick. You had seen many new nurses nearly vomit on their first patients.
“Hello, Amber. Have you done this before?”
She shook her head anxiously. Regulus stopped his pacing as his mouth dropped. Had he heard this woman correctly? She had never done an IV and you were to be her guinea pig?
Nope, not my fiancé. Someone else can be her pin cushion.
Right as Regulus was about to say something, you gently stopped him.
“That’s alright, Amber. You have to learn somehow. Now, I’m a doctor and I can walk you through it. Who is your trainer?”
Amber looked down at her feet and muttered what sounded like Nicolas. Your smile faded as you shook your head. Of course, it was Nicolas. As smart as Nicolas was, training (and apparently finding a woman) was not his strong suit. Most of the time he sent his underlings off in tears or worse off than when they left the university.
You motioned to the stool beside you.
“Well, no one’s perfect. Okay, sit down and I’ll tell you exactly what to do.”
You ignored the dark expression on Regulus’ face as you gently guided Amber along. It didn’t take you being his fiancé to know that he was annoyed. You would probably get an earful later but now you didn’t care. Amber needed to know what she was doing properly…and without tears.
“And that’s how you do it.”
You commented as Amber wrapped the medical tape over the inserted needle. Amber was clearly pleased with herself as she smiled.
“Thank you. I hope that I didn’t hurt you too badly.”
“Not at all, you did wonderfully.”
You replied, going back to focus on the contraction that was going through you. After a moment or two, you turned back to Amber.
“Don’t pay Nicolas any mind. He’s never been great at training. As smart as he is, people skills aren’t his strong point. If he gives you any trouble just…”
You stopped halfway through your sentence as a wave of dizziness surged through you. Regulus had looked up from his place beside you. He automatically stood up as Amber move to her feet as well.
“Love?”
Regulus questioned. Your face had gone from the rosy pink “I’m in labor” color to pale ghostly white. You closed your eyes, again trying ot fight the ill feeling.
“I’m going to get Dr. West.”
Amber quickly commented before rushing out of the room. Regulus watched her go nearly shouting at her to come back. Even if the poor girl was clueless at least she knew something medical. Regulus on the other hand was about as useless as useless could get when it came to anything like this.
“Y/n, please say something.”
Regulus begged, as your hand went limp in his.
“I don’t feel well.”
You managed to get out as Dr. West came running in. She moved around Amber and began checking your blood pressure.
“That’s too high…way to high.”
The older woman commented before turning to look at you. She took out her small flashlight and looked at your eyes before standing up straight.
“I need to get her to the OR right away. The longer she sits like this the worse off she can be.”
Regulus felt like someone had knocked the air right out of him. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. You were supposed to have the twins and everything be normal.
“What…is she going to be okay?”
Regulus asked as Dr. West motioned another nurse in. The older woman looked at him with a careful expression.
“That is yet to be determined. I need to get the twins out of her immediately. I’m taking her to the third floor. There is a waiting room. Go there. I will be out to give you information as soon as I can.”
“Can’t I go with her?”
Regulus asked, feeling nearly ready to faint himself. Dr. West turned back to Regulus. He knew that it was a stupid question. What was he going to do? Assist? Either way, however, it felt better than just sitting in a waiting room…waiting.
“Mr. Black, here is the situation. Y/n’s blood pressure is at a dangerously high level. If I don’t get your children out of her, she is at risk of a stroke. Now, everything is going to be fine. Go to the third floor. I promise to be out to speak with you as soon as I can.”
Dr. West didn’t give Regulus much of a chance to respond before quickly helping push you out of the room.
Regulus stood motionlessly a moment or two longer before rushing to the third floor.
I’m sitting here and not with her….what am I supposed to do if something happens?
This was the only thought going through Regulus’ mind as he anxiously paced the room. There was no way that Regulus could handle losing you! You were the best thing that had ever happened to him and he was not ready to let go.
“Reg?”
Regulus stopped his brooding to turn. Sirius stood in the doorway looking nervous.
“She’s sick…I don’t know….what if…”
Regulus couldn’t even get the words out. Sirius stood a moment longer before rushing forward and wrapping his arms around Regulus. Normally, Regulus probably would have punched Sirius for hugging him. Today, however, was different. Regulus was too busy freaking out to even think about his dislike of being touched.
“Regulus, look at me. Y/n is going to be just fine. She’s going to be fine and so will the babies. You are going to need to breathe and believe that these doctors know what they are doing. You can be with her as soon as you can.”
Regulus only nodded. He wanted to do what Sirius told him. Regulus wanted nothing more than to sit down and be totally comfortable with the knowledge these doctors were good at their job…but he couldn’t. Not when it was his fiance and his children’s lives at stake. That mess could be saved for someone else…not his family.
The following few minutes passed slowly. Sirius had sat down. He had given up on trying to talk Regulus out of his state of panic. It was pointless and Sirius knew it. Regulus wouldn’t feel better until you were safe and in the clear of any medical emergencies.
Merlin, nothing can’t happen to this woman. She is the one keeping his fragile grip on reality.
Sirius thought as Regulus paced the room. His grey eyes were constantly on the door as he stopped to run a hand through his messy hair.
It seemed as if time crept by at the speed of a snail. When the door finally opened and Dr. West stepped out, Regulus nearly ran to the poor woman.
“Is Y/n okay? The babies?”
Dr. West smiled.
“She’s fine. She’s in the recovery room. You can be with her in a moment or two. As far as the babies, you have two daughters. One of the twins is perfectly fine and I can take you to her. For the other baby, we had to take her to the intensive care department. She isn’t breathing on her own as well as would be preferred. I believe she will be just fine in a few days. She only needs a little help.”
Regulus’ heart sank. While he was thrilled to know that he had daughters and one of them was fine, knowing the other one was sickly was like another punch to the stomach.
“Does Y/n know?”
Regulus managed to ask. Dr. West nodded and put a hand on Regulus’ back to guide him toward an empty room.
“She does. I can promise you that this is totally normal with twins that are born early. I know that knowledge probably does you little comfort but the little girl will be okay, Mr. Black.”
Regulus only nodded as Dr. West moved to a small cot in the middle of the room. She reached down and picked up the little bundle before turning back to Regulus as Sirius finally caught up with them.
Sirius stood in the doorway as he watched the doctor put the baby in Regulus’ arms. He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face as he watched his little brother. Sirius never thought that he would see this. Had someone told him a year ago that Regulus would be a father, Sirius would have laughed in their face. Now, it was another story. Here Regulus stood with the most serene little smile on his face as he cradled his baby.
Regulus never thought that he could love someone that he just met so much but boy was he wrong! He was over the moon looking at the little angel sleeping against his chest! Taking one look at this little girl, Regulus was ready to rip anyone that caused her the least bit of difficulty in half.
Dr. West herself was watching with a pleased-as-punch smile.
“Have the two of you thought of names for the twins?”
She asked softly. Regulus finally looked up.
“Eloise and Emmeline. This one can be Eloise”
Regulus replied before going back to the baby in his arms. He watched with a smile as Sirius stepped over. He peeked over Regulus’ smile as the baby yawned and snuggled against Regulus’ chest.
“Merlin, she’s pretty.”
Sirius commented as Eloise opened an eye and scowled at him.
“Look at that! She even scowls at me like you do.”
Sirius said with a chuckle as Regulus glared at him. Regulus had a feeling that the little girl would spend a lot of time scowling at her uncle during her life.
“Maybe she’s mad because you named her something that sounds like a grandma's name so she’s scowling at me instead of you…to be nice.”
Sirius added with a smirk as Regulus turned to look at him. If Regulus hadn’t been holding his newborn daughter, he probably would have chucked something at Sirius.
“Leave her alone. Besides we are calling them Ellie and Emmie. It's a lot better than what our parents named us.”
Sirius had to agree with that one. He hadn’t said it but he was thankful that Regulus had broken the Black family naming tradition.
“Okay, Ellie and Emmie are cute. You made a pretty baby, Reggie.”
Regulus sighed.
“Call me Reggie again and I will head but you.”
Sirius stepped back as Ellie let out a shrill cry. Regulus nearly looked ready to give the baby back to the doctor and hide but quickly recovered. He gently rocked Ellie until her crying stopped and she went back to sleep.
Sirius didn’t make it known but he sighed with relief. Your whole pregnancy, Sirius had been quietly praying to any deity that would listen for Regulus to not be like Orion. The fact that Regulus was able to get the baby to stop crying without help told Sirius that his younger brother was going to be okay after all.
“Fine. In all seriousness, she is an adorable baby….must have got that from Y/n.”
Regulus’ eyes rolled to Sirius’ smug face.
“That is your in a seriousness? Why am I not surprised? Now stop yapping while I enjoy this moment…better yet I want Y/n to see Ellie. I’m sure she’s ready.”
Sirius nodded as Regulus turned to follow Dr. West down the hall to your room. This had been without a doubt the most stressfully chaotic yet rewarding day of Regulus’ life!
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djarintreble · 2 years
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eddie at disney world hcs…
im at disney world in hollywood studios. i got my tie dye rockin roller coaster shirt, my denim vest, rings and my white high tops. styled my messy bangs and im out here repping my favorite metal head. in my head, eddie is well and i took him to ride this ride. he’s head banging to crazy train and we’re having a blast don’t worry guys.
in other words, eddie at disney hc i wrote while in line.,, somewhat time accurate somewhat not…
- he acts like he doesn’t really care to go to disney with you but secretly he’s excited cause he never got to go as a kid and he sees how happy you are to be there
- wears a first time button
- he keeps falling in love with you over and over again on this trip. especially when you ask to go shop for “the kids” wanting to bring back a few little trinkets for the hellfire club to make up for cancelling the campaign this week for you and eddie to go. it makes his heart grow twice in size anytime he sees you care for that group of sheep as much as he does.
- replaces his usual hellfire club shirt for a baseball tee shirt with a mickey mouse design on it labeled “1971 Walt Disney World”
- you put your minnie ears on his head and he gives you a grumpy face before a soft smile appears as you grab his hand and skip off to the next ride
- he’s constantly eating popcorn
- he buys guitar picks from the rockin rollercoaster merch shop and talks about how even though they’re flimsy, he will think of this trip with you every time he uses them
- by around 2pm when the sun is blazing hot, you finally convinced him to let you pull his hair up. low bun? braids? maybe a little ponytail? you choose and he just deals with it cause at this point his neck is thankful for the breeze.
- eddie actually really likes the idea of pin trading and is set to find the perfect pins to add to his vest or turn around and give to you for your collection
- if you find yourselves in EPCOT in the UK pavilion. Just know if you go in the store, Eddie won’t walk out without one of their swords. It’s a souvenir he can bring back to use as a prop for the hellfire club and it looks badass. “i have scavenged this fine weapon from the land of the future!” he says as he shows dustin when you get back.
- imagine eddie just standing there with a balloon in his hand not knowing what to do and he looks over at you just like 🧍🏻 “where do we go now?”
- when you’re eating, eddie looks over to the table next to you guys to see a a family of 4 with really young kids. one of the kids is sitting in their dad’s lap and talking about how fun he’s been having that day and loudly explaining what happened when he rode space mountain with his mom. “we were in space, daddy! in SPACE! and we flew around and it was so COOL! can i ride it again but with you dad?” eddie smiles as he overhears the conversation but apart of his heart breaks as he thinks back on his experience as a kid with his dad and how he didn’t really have any fun experiences with him. he swore then that, hopefully with you, he would create fun memories like that with his own child one day.
- eddie is the guest to point out all the things around the park that may or may not be obvious. he’s a little kid and you love him for it. you go on splash mountain? “here comes the drop” well duh… but you smirk and tell him to pose. of course he does his little devil ears and sticks his tongue out while you jokingly put your hands together in a prayer motion with a sweet smile. the devil and the angel pose. small world? “there are so many dolls in here.” really? wow? but you smile and hum along to the song while eddie fights not joining you. walking down the main street? “there’s a lot of people here.” yes it’s a weekend in july, eds. but you take his hand in order to lead him through to go ride pirates of the caribbean’s.
- you go through fantasyland and the light sounds of once upon a dream plays. eddie stops walking without warning you, causing you to jerk back when you keep going while your hands still find themselves wrapped around each other. “what’s wrong?” “dance with me, princess.” he says before he spins you around into a lazy waltz hold. you two dance around the small side area of fantasyland away from the crowd. it’s just you two, feeling like little kids again, forgetting about the rest of the world.
- you find a little disney patch you want to add to his vest. he’s hesitant about it but let’s you buy it because he’s so smitten for you he can’t say no. you looked so happy when you pitched the idea for getting it. how can he resist you?
- the idea of bringing a family to disney world sticks with him the rest of the day. he can’t stop thinking about it which makes him feel weird or that you’d judge him but when he says “i can see us coming back in the future with our kids.” your heart flutters. the idea of thinking of the future scared you but if the future consisted of days like these with you and eddie? yeah, you could deal with that.
- eddie wearing black jeans in the middle of the summer. his knees end up having burnt red circles later from the ripped holes. you told him to just wear shorts but he feels more comfortable sticking to his regular wardrobe. secretly he’s regretting this decision but won’t tell you.
- “eddie, can we get matching shirts?” “absolutely not. nope.” “pleaaase.” “i would rather die.” “they’re star wars themed.” “really?” “mmmm knew you’d want to”
- he always touching you somehow. whether it’s holding hands, a soft hand on your back to lead you through the crowd, arms wrapped around your waist as you wait in line, an over shoulder hug, maybe at one point his hand sneaks it’s way down past your waist. “munson… i know what you’re doing.” “what? idk what you’re talking about.” while he has a smug look on his face. at one point it gets too hot for you to be constantly touching each other but he doesn’t care. there’s a lot of people here and your touch makes him not be so nervous.
- he just keeps staring at you. you just love it here and he loves being here with you. you have such a radiant glow to you as you walk around and it makes him so happy. he can’t help but admire you.
- along with the sword, you and eddie both buy one of those kid lightsaber toys. they were perfect for your star wars movie marathons and you felt like kids dueling with them.
- in longer lines, he pulls out his dnd notebook and you help him plan out his next dnd campaign for when you get back. other times, you find yourselves going between light banter to figuring out what ride was next to deep serious conversations.
- the ending of rockin rollercoaster shows an after party and it makes eddie dream of getting out of hawkins with his band and getting huge gigs worthy of after parties.
- if he’s not eating popcorn, he’s munching on a pretzel or a bag of honeycombs you brought in specifically for him.
- he can’t stop saying i love you. maybe it’s the magic. maybe it’s the fact that it’s just you two with no distractions… but he loves you and something about disney makes him want to say it more.
- it’s cheesy. he knows it is. you know it is. but when the love theme plays during the fireworks, he grabs your chin to face him and there’s a smile on his face. he pulls you in for a kiss right when the fireworks go off and he swears he’s never felt this bliss before. the rest of the fireworks, he has his arm wrapped around you and he’s humming any of the tunes he’s familiar with in your ear. at one part, he fully goes behind you and wraps his arms around your shoulder for your to hold on to his forearms and leave your head back on his chest.
- “i had fun on this trip, my love. im so glad we got to do this.”
- “you bet they’re going commando under that mouse costume?” “it’s mickey mouse to you, sir. don’t disrespect.”
- “ugh how much longer of a wait?” “patience my young padawan”
- “do you think they’d notice if we went behind the cast member only door?”
- apparently there’s an underground area that the workers go through” “no way!” *eddie starts stomping* “i wonder if they could hear that.”
-idk what this is but here you go
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skeletonpunching · 1 year
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Buddy Daddies interview with Morikawa Toshiyuki
Interview with Morikawa Toshiyuki (voice actor for Kugi Kyutaro)
Interviewer: When you first saw the character design, description, and other information about Kugi Kyutaro, what impression did you have?
Morikawa: When I saw the character design, I thought, "He looks kind of like me, huh." (laughs) From the pictures, I got the impression that he was calm and quiet, and had a level head on his shoulders. He didn't seem like the easily-swayed sort. I figured he might fill the role of the mature adult in the story.
Interviewer: Now that you've actually acted as Kyutaro, what do you think makes him appealing and interesting?
Morikawa: I had a lot of fun playing the role according to my first impression. Part of his appeal is his duality; he puts on a gentle and calm face as the owner of Mistletoe Cafe, but as the go-between for the organisation, he's a professional through and through - a cool-headed and emotionless man. He has those two sides to him, and getting to perform both those personas is a real dream come true, as an actor.
Interviewer: He has both that gentle and friendly side, and that businesslike side when he's acting as the go-between... When portraying Kyutaro's two-faced nature, was there anything you kept in mind?
Morikawa: Striking that balance, I'd say. Basically, since I was playing the go-between for an illegal operation, I also had to be careful to put on an ordinary facade at the drop of a hat. In other words, I was playing Kyutaro, who was himself playing the role of a regular cafe owner. I was conscious of those overlapping layers of performance.
Interviewer: Please tell us your impressions of Kurusu Kazuki, Suwa Rei, and Unasaka Miri, and what you find appealing about that parent-child trio.
Morikawa: I settled in to enjoy the show as pure entertainment, but in fact, it turned out to have plenty of heart-pounding suspense. Rather than a parent-child trio, they seem more like a trio of children... a trio of siblings, really. In this drama, each of them is tasked with their own assignment of sorts - their respective themes they have to grapple with and overcome, in order to grow. It's a very human drama.
Interviewer: From the episodes that have aired so far, are there any scenes that left an impression on you, or that you're especially fond of?
Morikawa: Of course all the scenes at Mistletoe Cafe are my favourite. Babysitting Miri was fun, and so was the scene of using the voice changer to impersonate that woman. I also enjoyed the sheer realism of Kazuki and Rei scrambling to enrol Miri in daycare.
Interviewer: Please tell us what you think are the selling points of this series "Buddy Daddies".
Morikawa: I think the selling point is probably its hybrid nature; it's an anime which combines both family drama and the action genre. There's a stark contrast between the flashy pop opening and the dark, grim world we also see beneath. The plot unfolds at a good pace, which keeps you from getting bored. Watching it is bound to bring a smile to your face. 
Interviewer: Finally, please give a message to everyone who is enjoying this series.
Morikawa: Please be good to Kyu-chan! And if you have a spare moment, you're always welcome to drop by Mistletoe Cafe for a cup of tea!
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peakdeer · 1 year
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Ello! :D your post intrigued me and I’ve had this hc rattling around in my brain since Witchcraft smp started and I’ve wanted to share but I’ve never had the opportunity.
Ok here it goes. When Scott did the magic thing to try to bring the person he want to back back from the dead it summoned Lady Death (which is Mumza cause she is literally death and I hold her in a vice grip). This ruffles her feathers quite a lot and she starts going oof at him, saying how foolish he is for trying to bring someone back from the dead and such. He then explains to her is his reason to why he did it and beg her to bring his love back. Though it is still a foolish endeavor, her heart is softened by his pleas due to her understanding his pain but can’t just bring people back to life; however she does give him the ability to perform the magic needed to back his love back from the dead. In exchange however, Scott has to give a piece of his soul to her and when he dies his soul is forfeit. He accepts and after a very painful handshake she give him the power of necromancy. This left him with stark white hair also she straight up took a piece of his soul and dipped. He later dyed it black cause it gave him a bad feeling but when he does really powerful magic it will turn a lock of his hair white. I have a n e e d to give every single one of my Scott designs a lock of white. Idk why I just think it looks cool :3
Sorry for the block of text, I am quite excited
Scott wasn’t sure how he’d messed up the spell. It was supposed to bring him back—not whoever this woman with the black hair and the fancy hat and the long dress was. He kind of wished he could send her back now—she’d started ranting at him the instant she appeared, and she hadn’t stopped since.
It wasn’t like it was anything new. It was the same thing he’d heard from the townsfolk in his old village, and the same thing he’d heard from everyone else who knew what he was trying to do. “You can’t bring some one back from the dead, Scott! That’s wrong! You’re upsetting the balance, Scott! You’re so selfish, Scott, dragging them back! That’s weird. You’re creepy. Everyone else who did that suffered worse. What, do you think you’re better than them, Scott?”
And you know what? Scott didn’t care. He didn’t care anymore! None of it mattered!
He just wanted him back.
At least he’d done something right to summon this… woman? She had wings, actually, now that he noticed. Perhaps she was an avian?
Oh well. He flipped through his book, trying to find out how to send her away. Her stature left him feeling dwarfed, and he hated feeling small. He also hated being scolded like he was a child.
If only his stupid book would tell him how to get rid of her!
“You’re not listening to a word I’m saying, are you?” The woman’s voice was clipped, clearly annoyed. Scott glanced up at her once before turning back to his book. He needed to send her away now—
“I said—“ a cold presence strayed his throat, stealing his breath. His eyes darted to the woman—she was clearly more than an avian, more powerful than him even. He—he wasn’t sure if he could send her away. “Are you listening?”
“I am now.” Scott snapped, though it sounded more whiny than he’d meant it to, as if he were a little child being scolded by his mother again.
“What are you doing? You’ve got a circle and everything, do you know how dangerous those are? You could bring back something a whole lot worse than me—” She ranted, waving her arms as if to illustrate her point.
“I’m trying to bring someone back, obviously.” Scott answered her, annoyed. Clearly she already knew what he was doing, so why waste her words? He didn’t regret it. Not at all. Not when it could bring him back.
“You shouldn’t. Life and death is something to be taken very seriously, not with this callous sort of carelessness you’re giving it. Those who die do so in their time, and those who live do so in their time.” She sighed, her eyes piercing into his soul. “People can be brought back,” She admitted guardedly. “At great cost—with the disruption of the balance. It’s not smart, though—you’re still young, you still have life left. When you die, you’ll be reunited. But isn’t it worth it to live, even without him? To have your time above the surface?” She beseeched him.
“I know that. I know—I do!  I’ve heard it all before. But I can’t—I have to bring him back! I have to. I can’t… I can’t live without him.” Scott’s calm voice was quickly falling apart, his vulnerabilities laid more plain than he’d ever cared to have them be before—more than he’d ever even let him see.
“If you know, then why are you asking?” Her face looked hard as stone before she sighed, and the sharp lines of her face softening. “No, I know why. I can’t, though. Well, I could—but I won’t. There is more at work than you understand, little mortal.” Her tone was soft, but the hard truth in it hurt. He couldn’t give him up. Not yet! He’d barely even tried yet!
“Please. You’re clearly affiliated with death—couldn’t you help me?” He pleaded, all his dignity left to rot in the wake of this one chance, this one person who could bring him back when Scott couldn’t.
“I’d love to help you—I would—it’s not like I’ve never done it before—but that’s not how life is supposed to work. It throws off the balance, and doing it once was quite enough. I can’t risk any more.”
His eyes are wide and pleading, the absence of anything but desperation—a human brought to their last reserves, and, if she was reading his trembling correctly, to his knees also. Pity bloomed in her heart for the small, sniveling creature before her. She’d always been too soft on the mortals.
“…I suppose I could do something. But—no—don’t look at me like that. I can’t do it. That would destroy the balance. But… you could. For a price.”
She tilted her head, eyes scanning the human. This wasn’t smart—giving power over death to a mortal? It was unheard of, and decidedly stupid.
But it could work.
And wasn’t she willing? He’d keep trying even if she said no, anyway, and it’s not like she could (or would) take him before his time.
“I don’t give power freely, and I give favours even less so. Had you not managed to summon me, I never would have done this. Nevertheless—I can give you the power to bring things back from the dead, and to kill them again. It will take practice. Control. Effort. It will take more from you than it gives, and every spell will come at a price. But, one day—one day it can bring him back. If it does depends on you, and how far you’re willing to go. Would you risk that—for him? Would you accept that?” She extended the offer cautiously, eyes searching his expression for any sort of greed. She found none.
The human straightened. He still looked shaky—still looked afraid—still looked hopeless. But he was trying, bless his little heart, to look brave. His expression was determined, resolute; his mind already made up. “Yes,” He agreed, his voice clearly shivering but strong enough to be sure.
“Good, because there’s more. I don’t only have to worry about the balance—the other gods would have a fit if they found out, and I can’t have that, not after… Well, you don’t need to know. I have to make this look like I need you—and for that, I need your soul.”
“You need… my soul.” The mortal spoke slowly, as if he couldn’t quite comprehend the words.
“Yes. Just a piece—though it’ll all be mine when you die—relax, I’m not a bad goddess. You’ll be fine. You don’t have to take the deal, though—only if you want the power. Only if you want him back that much.” He seemed to take her words as a challenge, as if she were accusing him of not caring enough. Whatever reservation he had left vanished, and his face set into hard lines.
“Yes. Yes, whatever it takes. Whatever it takes.” His voice was made of the same steel, his decision set. He would not be changing his mind anytime soon. And if he did—when he did—it would be too late.
“Then take my hand.” She stretched it out almost nonchalantly, her fingers hanging daintily in the air, dangling as if moved by an invisible wind. After all—some of the most dangerous things could be the most beautiful, the most inviting.
The mortal reached his hand out, and took it—a mistake, but one she could forgive. Wouldn’t she have done the same thing?
She saw the moment it hit him, the dark power racing up his hand, into his bloodstream, towards his head. Always towards the head, and then the heart. It was a gift, not a curse, though you might call it one. Curses went for the heart first.
She watched him fall, the power all too much for his small, sensitive little body, and unable to cope with that little something extra—his debt.
That little piece of soul.
She was sure, as she watched him shiver and convulse, that she’d take good care of it. He wouldn’t have to worry about that.
Scott heaved himself up off the floor, clutching his hand to his chest. Not that it mattered—the pain was in his whole body, equally miserable everywhere. He staggered around the room before his fingers hit the wall, which he gratefully leaned on for balance.
He glanced around, perplexed to see that the Death Goddess was no longer here. Though, he couldn’t be too surprised—deities go as they please, and she’d already gotten what she wanted.
But he had also gotten what he wanted. Or, almost. He had to learn how to, but… he could bring him back. He could! He just had to…
He stormed out of the room in a fury, ignoring the raging pain that caused. He had to get started, had to start studying—he wanted him back as soon as possible. He’d figure out how to do it, and nothing, nothing would stop him.
He nearly walked right past the mirror before he noticed it. Just a flash in his peripheral vision—something white?
He turned, looking at the mirror with a perplexed expression. His reflection looked back at him with the same expression, the same pale-set face and long robes, the same green eyes and… black…
Why was part of his hair white?
He hurried to the mirror, his hand already reaching up and tugging at it. Why was his hair white? His hair was black, and he was still young. None of it should be white!
Had he spilled something on it? Maybe cast a wrong spell? Perhaps—
A wrong spell.
Scott gasped a little, his hand falling to his mouth.
She’d done this. She’d left him a little mark, just enough to remind him of this deal and what he’d agreed to.
Just enough to haunt him.
He stood there staring for a long time until he moved.
He didn’t have time for this. He finally had the power to bring him back and he wasn’t going to waste it on something this silly.
He shot his reflection a dark look as he walked away. He’d just have to dye his hair back later.
The color didn’t match at all.
And if he was honest… it unnerved him. He hated owing people things; it made him feel vulnerable.
And he owed Death herself his soul.
Perhaps he hadn’t thought this through.
No matter—it would all be worth it when Scott got him back.
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The slow and careful creaking of his door opening is what wakes Coran from his slumber. The next thing he hears is quiet footsteps, slow and careful, like a lion cub carefully sneaking up on its mother.
Coran grumbles, squeezing his eyes shut tighter and tensing in wait. He knows exactly what’s coming. 
“Coran!” comes a whispered yell, right before 140 pounds of scrawny Latino human comes running and landing on top of Coran’s poor body in a flop. “Coran Coran Coran you need to wake up –” Lance needles, shaking the Altean’s shoulder.
“Oof,” Coran groans, feeling his very bones creak. He sighs, although he can’t help the smile taking over his face. “It is early, Lance. I am old. Go back to bed. Wake me up in the morning.”
Lance’s knee digs into the Altean’s back as he moves, turning around to flop on his back (still on top of Coran, of course). 
“But the sky’s awake, so I’m awake,” Lance huffs theatrically. Coran can imagine him throwing a dramatic elbow over his eyes. 
"It’s the middle of the night, child. You are growing. You need sleep.”
“That’s not true anymore!” Lance says excitedly, squirming around some more. “It’s past midnight! It’s my birthday! I’m 18 years old!” He shakes Coran’s shoulder again, and Coran opens one bleary eye, taking in Lance’s blinding beam and flapping hand. “I’m an adult now!”
18? Adult? Please. 
“If your argument to your newfound adulthood and lack of further growth is that you have completed 18 trips around your sun, then I have some shocking news for you, dear.”
Lance pouts at him, and Coran groans one more time, before hefting himself up. 
“No need to pout, Number Four. I’m up.”
Lance claps his hands, elated, and Coran smiles fondly as he drags himself out of bed. 
“Okay okay okay! Meet me at the bridge! I already went to three locations, but I need your help to get to the fourth, so meet me there!”
…Locations?
Lance rushes out of the room before Coran can ask further questions. 
Suspicious.
Coran shrugs, changing out of his blue silk pajamas into his royal attendant uniform. He doesn’t have to wear it, not anymore, but he likes wearing it. It was designed especially for him, after all. (And any memory from Altea always brings him deep comfort, even with the accompanying painful sting of loss).
Coran takes his sweet time strolling to the bridge, enjoying the quiet of the night. He finally arrives after several minutes of walking, and he pauses at the door, grinning as he watches the Blue Paladin dance around the bridge.
Lance twirls around, humming to himself, stopping abruptly when he sees Coran, nearly falling right over. 
“Coran! You’re here! Let’s go!”
Coran squints at him. 
“Leandro Agustìn,” Coran scolds as he’s heard Hunk do several dozen times, “is that a scar on your face?”
Lance smiles sheepishly. “Location 2 was a dragon’s den, it was wicked. She thought I was attacking her at first so she scratched me, but then we bonded and we’re friends now! She even let me keep this cool diamond.” Lance pulls a diamond seemingly from thin air, roughly the size of his face. Coran raises an eyebrow. He decides not to address the fact that Lance approached an actual dragon on his own, because honestly Lance is excellent with dangerous animals and has yet to give Coran a reason to doubt his abilities, and he has remained in one piece, so Coran’s not going to push the matter.
“Lance, child, you have not yet explained what these ‘locations’ are,” Coran reminds him. “I’m a little lost.”
“Oh! Right!” 
Lance strides over to his station, grabbing his holopad and hurrying back to Coran. He flips it over, showing Coran a document with nothing on it but a few coordinates, no context at all. 
“So this future version of me visited me at midnight,” he says casually. “We chatted for a bit, but he told me the reason he contacted me was because there was a list of locations he needed to show me that I am not, under any circumstance, meant to visit. So I ignored him immediately, obviously. The first location was this cool beach planet about a twenty minute flight from here – the time there ran differently, so I got to spend like two days scuba diving and it was my birthday the whole time! Only, like, a half-hour had passed when I got back to the Castle. Isn’t that cool? And look, these are all the shells I got!”
He pulls out a huge bag of shells, also seemingly from nowhere. Coran blinks at him.
“Oh, wow,” he says, leaning forward to inspect them closer, “these are beautiful shells! Excellent eye, my boy!”
Lance beams at him. “Thank you! They were fun to collect.” He sets the bag down carefully on his chair, then turns back to Coran. “The last location I’ve been to so far was this piercing place! Look!” He sticks out his tongue, showing off a blue stud nestled proudly in the muscle. 
Coran grins. “That explains the lisp.”
Lance closes his mouth, smile sliding right back into place. “Yep! I don’t mind it though, I look so cool. My sister has a tongue piercing, I’ve always wanted one, so I was so pumped to pull up at the parlour.”
“Those sound like excellent adventures, Lance.”
“They were! The rest of the coordinates are too far to reach in Blue, though. That’s why I need your help!”
“For wormholes?”
“Yep! The next set of coordinates is in the Seflarn quadrant.”
“Oh, that’s quite a distance away,” Coran agrees, walking over to the podium. He stands with his hands above the controls, and Lance sits on the floor (he has informed Coran in the past of his hatred for chairs). Coran’s eyes glow as his palms make contact with the controls as his quintessence connects and intertwines with the quintessence from the Balmeran crystal. In one second he’s envisioning the notorious emptiness of the Seflarn galaxy, in the next, they’ve arrived. Lance is the first of them to move, rushing forward to the control board and leaning as far as he can over it.
“Whoa,” Lance says as he takes in the galaxy before him, “this bitch is empty. Yeet, I guess. Damn.”
Coran doesn’t know what half of those words mean, but he understands the sentiment. “Yes, child. This galaxy is very, very old. Most of it has already faded away. In a few thousand years, it shall simply be empty space.”
“Hey, what’s that over there?” Lance asks, pointing to a growing flash of bright light a ways to the left. Coran squints at it, considering, and they both realise what it is at the same time, gasping. 
“A supernova! Happening right now! At this very second!” Lance exclaims. Coran rushes over to join him by the giant window, so he can see it better. 
“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a star go supernova,” Coran comments. 
“This is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” Lance breathes, and Coran chuckles.
“I take it you’ve never seen one before?”
Lance shakes his head, not taking his eyes off the star for even a second. Coran smiles, quietly taking in the boy’s wide-eyed wonder. To say Lance looks awed is an understatement. 
It’s very sweet. 
“Coran, Coran, look! It’s really starting to explode! Oh, wow, it’s so bright!”
Coran glances at the star, briefly, but finds himself looking back at Lance. He’s seen a supernova before, but it’s been a long time since he’s seen Lance look so elated. He knows which sight he will cherish more.
Lance continues to supply a running commentary, eyes glued to the fiery explosion. As the life of the star comes to an end, and the light finally fades away, Lance looks back towards Coran. He is shaking with glee. 
“That. Was. So. Cool!” he yells, pumping his fists. 
“That it was, dear boy,” Coran agrees, although the brightness he’s envisioning did not come from a star. “That it was.”
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saevus-brutalis · 2 months
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— WIP WEDNESDAY (and updates in general)
tagged by; @onlymeandlife thxthx (i’m so bad at doing tags as of recent dhjesb)
posting this very late but oh well
i have too many unfinished old sketches than i’d like to admit 😔 but i’m gonna share a snippet of two three most recent projects i’m working on atm
edit; since making this draft i made some more sketches but they’re 😬 rOUGH to say the least so enjoy my favorite ones
tagging 😳; @noirapocalypto @katsigian @spicyraeman (not sure if y’all been tagged in this but if you have something cool to share you’re invited 😼 no pressure as always tho!)
— art
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finally dusting off Vincent 😮‍💨
last time o drew him was in uhhh june??? (may?? ig coz i was tryna get that piece done for pride month but—)
yea it’s been a while :]] but he’s back; you may not have seen him as of recently but i’ve been working on him behind the scene (aka lore dumping on whoever would listen lol)
it’s mostly coz i didn’t know what to draw of him, didn’t have any inspiration, and his face turns out good once in a blue moon but let’s not talk about that dhdhdh
but earlier this month i had a ✨ vision ✨ of him in a suit and we’re here now 😮‍💨
once in a while i like putting my man in fancy/designer clothes okay 🤨
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cheeky closeup of some details ✨😌
a huge project i’ve been working on since the beginning of december (or maybe since last week of november even); so i don’t wanna show too much before it’s finished 🤫
you could see a bit more in my 2023 art summary (mostly just Dion sitting there in all his glory) but there’s still a bit more. it’s a first proper illustration with a full background for me so the work is going slow
still need to fix a perspective on one thing, perhaps redraw Dion’s face, coz i’ve been experimenting with that; but the lineart is pretty much all done. all it needs is to pick a color scheme, block out colors and start shading (the worst part arguably)
very proud of this one and i’m excited to finish it and show the whole thing 🥺🥺
and last but not least some studies of my beloved tiefling child
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trying different head and nose shapes for that guy but it also kinda turned into an expression study? kinda?
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Another entry for Moto!Batch AU. Hunter, Crosshair, and Omega check out one of T-Bird's stunt shows.
Warning(s): mentions of past addiction,
Tagging: @kelpiesummer @ghostlythunderbird
The smell of burning rubber and the grease of questionable clawed its way to into the nostrils of anyone within a five mile radius of the fair grounds. A gathering crowd mixed with locals from the suburban sprawl looking for a bit of high octane excitement. They crammed in like sardines as they eagerly awaited the event.
“Can we sit up front?” A blonde haired teen asked her chaperones earning a dismissive sneer from the taller of the two.
“We’ll see what we can do.” Hunter replied offering a wave to a familiar face in the crowd. The woman who caught his glance returned the wave and began weaving her way through the onlookers. Her dark hair meticulously gathered into a messy bun.
“Glad you could make it,” Siren greeted, her gaze was drawn to the child at Hunter’s side, “and who’re you?”
“This is Omega. She-”
“I’m their sister.” Omega spoke up, causing Siren’s smile to grow.
“Ah, well I guess you’re used to getting primo access when your brothers race huh.”
Omega offered a shrug, “I guess. Mostly it’s the trailer on race day while Tech runs through homework with me.”
“Hmm, well if Hunter doesn’t mind, I can show you around a bit. My stunt rider will be on in a bit.”
Hunter gave a half hearted roll of his eyes. Omega’s eyes were glued to him. His sensitive hearing could already pick up the beginnings of a high pitched drawn out please.
Hunter sighed through his nose, “Alright,” He relented, earning a giddy grin from the girl, “but I’ll be coming along too. Might as well meet the rest of your crew while I’m able.”
“Excellent, most of them should still be by the trailer.” Siren replied before leveling her gaze to the surly rider, “Will you be joining us?”
Crosshair’s stony gaze gave Siren all the answer she needed.
“Oookay, so I can take you guys back now if you want.”
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“These are awesome!”
T-Bird cracked a grin as she looked up from her bike. The sound of tools pinging together drew both of their attention.
T-Bird huffed a ghost of a laugh at seeing the flutter of the maintenance curtain.
“I wouldn’t take it personal. Nessie doesn’t do new people too much.”
“We’re…still working with her on that.” Siren chimed in.
“T-Bird, everything all ready to go?”
“Yep, but I always got time for a fan.”
“This is Omega, and you remember Hunter.”
T-Bird gave him a nod before focusing her attention on Omega, “So do you ride too?”
“Not professionally, no, but Hunter says once I’m done with school I could race on weekends when I’m in college.”
“If you keep your grades up.” Hunter butted in, “I’m interested to see you in action, T-Bird.”
“I’ll be sure to put on a good show.”
The curtain rustled again from the corner of T-Bird’s eye. However, another member of the crew popped an earbud out of her ear.
“Kelpie. Just the person I wanted to see.” T-Bird greeted, “You get the merch table set up?”
“Even got the new designs I printed this morning.”
T-Bird’s smile widened, “You know, it’d be a shame if someone wasn’t testing out our stuff.” She turned her gaze back to Omega and then back to Siren, “If it’s cool with you, I’m buying whatever the kid wants at our merch table.”
“Really?!”
“That’s kind of you.”
T-Bird offered a shrug, “Consider it an apology for me acting out during the meeting.”
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Crosshair had chosen a seat near the end of the stands to keep his distance from the locals who were biding their time by inhaling some deep fried something. One of his brothers would feel right at home among them. The sharp tang of cigarette smoke wafted into his nose, and he inhaled deeply.
How long had it been? Omega was about 10 now, and she became of permanent house guest after her 7th birthday. His hand ferreted around in his pocket before producing a substitute that helped whenever a craving hit. The whisper of the pack sliding open was drowned out by the crowd chatter as he plucked up the slender piece of wood to perch between his teeth. He slouched in his seat as he waited for the show to begin.
The announcement system buzzed to life and began to welcome everyone to the stunt show. Hunter and Omega eventually made their way back to their seats. However, upon his sister's return Crosshair nearly dropped his toothpick.
“What. Are you wearing?”
“T-Bird let me have some merch, pretty cool right?”
The girl was completely decked out: shirt, hat, a lanyard around her neck. All with the stunt biker's logo plastered all over. Crosshair's lips formed a hard line.
“Spectacular.” He replied with a roll of his eyes.
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☾☾☾Hello! Hope you enjoy what you’re about to read, I would appreciate it if you like, and reblog my work here on tumblr. Please do not share my work anywhere else, and if you see it has been, or someone is claiming the work as their own please tell me. My master list is linked in my bio! My ao3 is pinned to my page ☽☽☽
Pairings: Henry Creel x black!oc
Warnings: Smut, masturbation, creepy stalking vibes, invasion of privacy, slight degradation, public masturbation, and Henry being a narcissistic creep over all. MINORS DNI
wc: 2k
a/n: everything in italics are Henry’s thoughts.
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Little Poppet pt. 1
The announcement of a new team member was made a week ago, besides Henry, they would be the only other adult with abilities. Dr. Brenner didn’t disclose what type of powers the new commer had, just that everyone had to wait, and see. Henry didn’t pay much attention to the information, he knew no one could best him. Maybe Eleven proves to be a bit of a challenge, but as a child he could twist and turn her emotions in any direction he wished.
~Monday Morning
As normal as any morning here in the facility, Henry came into work early, prepared the designated testing rooms, and watched the children “play” till lunch. That afternoon her big announcement came, Dr. Brenner had everyone, including the children, gather in one of the large testing rooms. It was often used for one on one battles so there weren’t any chairs. Everyone fizzled with excitement, it’s not like they got many newcomers, and even little Eleven quietly rocked side to side, her tiny toes wiggling.
Henry didn’t expect a female, nor did he expect her to be so attractive. The children whispered, and giggled to each other as they watched with wide eyes. Some of the adults offered a smile while others, namely Henry, remained quiet, and expressionless.
“Everyone, I’d like you to meet our new addition, Sydney Heston. She’ll be our on hand counselor for you all, so when you’re feeling sad, maybe a little angry. She’s here to help where I cannot.” Dr. Brenner patted one of the children's heads adoringly, a warm smile on his face. Henry couldn’t stand the way he looked at those kids, versus the way he looked at Henry.
“I heard you have powers, is that true?” An older teen blurted out, they stepped forward, no one made a move to stop them. Their curiosity couldn’t be helped; however, Henry slightly leaned out past the other adults, and scolded the boy.
“Now, Seven, you know your manors. I’m sure Ms. Heston will tell us about herself.” He made quick work of the boy, which whipped all the other kids back into shape.
“Oh no it’s fine, people with special abilities always have quizzical minds. Yes it is true that I have abilities, I’ll be more than willing to show you if you’d like?” A playful smile on her pretty face, all the children nodded their heads eagerly. Dr. Brenner stood with his hands behind his back, and his head held high, yes he was clearly proud of this pick.
“Would you like to be a volunteer sweetheart?” Sydney turns to Eleven, the young girl pressed her body to the wall as if she’d phase into, and disappear. Then her eyes flickered to Henry, silently asking for his guidance, as he was about to step in, Sydney spoke up again.
“I heard how brave you are, your name is Eleven right, how interesting, my birthday is on the 11th of June. Isn’t that cool?” The question was a simple one, but it was meant to test Eleven’s decision making skills. It somewhat irked Henry that already this woman is stepping between him, and his star pupil. Not wanting to make a scene he let her have the moment, suddenly Eleven forgot all about Henry, and her trepidations.
“Here, put your hand out, and make a cup with your hands. See, like this.” Sydney’s voice is gentle, her movements are slow so that Eleven can see everything that’s happening. She took two fingers, her index, and middle finger; Sydney started to swirl her fingers around in Eleven's tiny palm in a circular motion. Right before their eyes, a small tornado whipped around, Eleven’s eyelids propped open with surprise, and suddenly the kids were crowding around them both.
“Okay now lets release it.” Sydney took her hand, and placed it underneath Eleven’s palm, then she lifted their hands up into the air. The miniature grey storm funnel went up, and soon dissipated into air. A small sprinkle of rain soon followed after, the children gasped, and giggled at the unexpected turn of events. None of them had even seen such a thing before, and it was at this moment Henry knew Sydney Heston would change all of their lives.
Hmm how peculiar. Henry watched the kids blurt out questions one after the other, and somehow she was able to answer them all with ease. For a second he looked up to see how Dr. Brenner had been watching Henry from the other side of the room. A weary look in the older man’s eyes, a devilish smirk curls onto Henry’s face, Brenner could see something very sinister brewing in Henry. Perhaps this had been a mistake.
~Two weeks later
It only took Henry a little while to figure Sydney out, she’s actually quite open if she feels you’re not a threat. Henry is exceptional at putting on a facade, though he admits it took a bit of work for her to be convinced, he easily slipped right into her good graces. Her weakness was the children, that was Henry’s way in, and then he’d ease her into other topics like: does she have family? If so, do they live with her? If not, does she live by herself? Sometimes she hesitated, but he would throw off her paranoia by saying something like, “you’re just so different from the people here in Hawkins, excuse my persistence.”
The two had become quite close in two weeks time, Henry found himself becoming more obsessed with her schedule, in, and out of work. He also took note of the way Sydney dressed, how she did her hair, and even her personal relationships with each one of the children. As most people did, she was amazed with Eleven, and her ever growing strengths within her abilities. In general though, Henry noticed how much she loved the smaller kids, and they loved her just as much.
“You headed home?” Henry always seemed to appear out of nowhere, and Sydney still wasn’t use to it. She assumed he had to be quick reacting for dealing with so many kids.
“Ha, uh yea, it’s been a long day for me. Today we talked about the different types of clouds, the stars, and the solar system.” Sydney left out the parts where some of the kids came to her today in awful moods. Especially Eleven, such strong emotions for a child, her other brothers, and sisters had to have something to do with her bad mood today. Everytime Sydney would mention the teenagers Eleven would clam up.
“Oh yes, I understand how much of a handful they can be, I’ll let you go then, have a nice evening.” Henry opened the door for Sydney letting her walk past him. He inhaled the scent that followed: coconut, and chocolate. He’s never known anyone else to smell that delicious, it aroused him in a way he’s never been before. According to a small “innocent” conversation they’ve had before, Sydney likes to wind down at around 8:30 pm. She gets home in enough time to eat a little dinner, and do her whole night time routine. Henry takes a deep breath calming himself, he couldn’t raise any suspicion with other people. On his way back to the lab, he checks all the childrens rooms, each of them sound asleep, or trying to get there. Henry usually took time to tend to their feelings, but if he didn’t move in a timely fashion…he would miss his chance.
Henry made his way to the supply room, no one ever came in there, and he was absolute in that fact because he checked it every day. He closed the door gently so as to not make too much noise, quickly he stripped off his clothing all the way down to his shoes. Standing completely naked in the dark room, Henry can finally feel himself unraveling, and he’s been waiting for this the second he met Sydney. He lets out a groan of relief as he runs his hands all over his perfect body, it’s a shame you can’t watch this…Sydney. That’s okay, I can see you though,
Henry stands there for a moment, inhaling deeply, and exhaling slowly. That same chocolaty smell that came off her earlier hits his nose intensely. He knew it was easy to get lost in his fantasies sometimes, but that felt too real. “I spy with my little eye..” Low and behold, a designer looking scarf he’s seen Sydney wearing once, is hanging out of a trash bag. Henry remembers her complaining about losing it a while ago, the two of them looked everywhere, but never found it.
It was silky and soft just like her skin, and tone of voice. Henry let out another low whining noise as the material ghosted over his hardened tip. Pre-cum dripping from him, and down his shaft a bit. He couldn’t wait any longer, Henry focused his breathing again searching through so many minds in Hawkins. None of them mattered to him, not a single one, except…“Sydney.” He breathed out, he could see inside of what looked to be her bedroom, and to his utter surprise she was naked on the bed. Her legs, and thighs spread wide open for him to see everything. Her shaven pussy already glistened in the lighting of her room from her own juices flowing out of her.
Three of her fingers inserted all the way into her, and her other hand played with her moistened clit. Henry’s own hands grabbing onto himself, he slowly stroked his penis at first. Though his eyes are closed, the image is so clear it seemed like he was actually there in her house watching her touch herself. His senses were overloaded, her moans filled his ears, and her scent from the scarf he held up to his face blocked out anything else that may have existed outside this moment. Henry threw the scarf to the ground as he no longer needed it, he’s sure the smell of her will be permanent for him now.
“Henry…” Sydney moaned loudly, her breathing already heavy as she’s been working on herself for a while. She knew it was silly to fantasize about a man she barely knew, but he was just so damn attractive to her. Sydney had had the darkest thoughts about Henry upon meeting him, he was really sweet to the children, but it seemed underneath he too had some wicked desires.
Every once in a while she’s come home, let loose, and mix up some of the most far fetched scenarios.
Oh my, how unexpected! So you are a little slut indeed Sydney! Henry thrusted into his own hand at a steady rhythm, he could feel himself throbbing, and nearly begging for release. But he wanted them to share this, so he held on a little longer, his fingers teasing his dark pink tip. He braced his back against a wall, his bottom half leaning away from the brick wall. Henry ran his long fingers through his golden blonde hair, breathing out a puff of air. The way Sydney harshly worked herself is so odd to see considering how soft she is at work.
“Fuck yes, I’m such a slut.”
Yes you are Sydney but you’re –
“Slut Henry, I’m your slut, please let me cum for you, please.”
Henry pumps himself into his hands, his hips flexing upwards, he growls out her name deeply. A pitch he wasn’t even aware he could make, but she’s brought out a deeper predatory part of him that most likely didn’t need to be discovered.
The next time I see you Sydney I’m going to make you my little pet, I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you?
“Ugh I– I’m coming!” Sydney pulls her fingers from her wet cunt, and squirts her juices all over herself and the bed sheets. A few seconds later Henry too came leaking all into his hand, and some dropped onto the floor. His breathing heavy like he’s ran a 10k race, his heart pounding wildly.
He doesn’t want to, but reluctantly Henry pulls out of her mind, and back to his current surroundings. Smirking to himself he picks up his discarded sock, and cleans up his mess. Slowly he takes his time to put his clothes back on, he could go for another round, but he doesn’t want to unless Sydney is somehow involved. Not wanting to ruin his high, he ignores everyone that passed by him in the hall. It would t be the first time, the humans usually steered clear of Henry when he was in a bad mood. When he made it back to the male sleeping quarters, he plopped down on the bed.
“You’re missing a sock Creel.” Alex Johnson, or “AJ” ever so kindly pointed out. Henry handled the nosey man swiftly, because nothing could ruin his current mood.
“Now AJ, you might want to mind your business…wouldn’t want an accident so late at night.” The skinny looking man grumbled, and turned over going back to sleep.
Henry mimicking Alex’s movements, and closing his eyes for sleep. It was going to be a long few days for Henry.
a/n: this was very much, me clumsily spilling my idea onto my phone…uh that’s all I got lol. hopefully I captured Henry in a creep like/ stalker(ish) way. i might make a part two of him confronting her…as always reblog, and comments are appreciated. 💗
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fritzyships · 8 months
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🌻🌻🌻🌻 Four tidbits please Fritz :D
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I will literally defend how fucking bizarre digimon da evolution gets to my grave
Bitch what’s more creative a dog turns into a bigger dog
Or a bear that wields a snowball launcher turning into a giant penguin that wields two giant popsicles.
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Yes this can actually happen and it’s one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen
Funnily enough you need this thing
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To make it happen
None of this line makes sense and I love it for that reason alone.
Even when it doesn’t get wild you get shit like terriermon
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Becoming this gargo/galgomon
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And then rapidmon
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And ending on saintgalgomon
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It escalates more and more each time.
It makes sense but it’s so kickass how often mech shits involved in digimon and i dig the hell out of mechs and robotic stuff in general tbh.
While some modern Pokémon designs are cool and good a good chunk of them are just bland and fucking ugly. (See most of the ones that you’d need a microscope or magnifying glass to even see in the overworld in sv especially when you’re riding your legendary of choice. Like how am I supposed to see this tiny ass bug thing that looks like a child designed it when I’m zooming around ffs) See what they did to my boy raikou for one. The shit is that even. Why’s it’s neck so damned long.
Edgy try hard creepypastas are the best kinds of creepypastas because they’re so funny in what they’re trying. Don’t get me wrong really well written ones exist but give me shit like cupcakes or rainbow factory or fuck Sonic.exe even any day. The first time I read cupcakes was before I even got into the fandom so I was confused as hell instead of scared or anything. I thought for some reason twilight was a dude. Like I spent the entire time going ‘who the hell are ANY of these characters’
Burntrap was uneeded because of the fnaf 6 ending but his design goes hard as hell I can forgive him for it. He’s barely clinging onto life now and you can see it. I mean his arms and hands shake before the reveal ahd he shambles more than Springtrap in his movements. Let him retire but keep the design.
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