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Red Wine
Red Wine
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Remus Lupin x Reader
A/n: I lowkey hate this but it was inspired by the image of Sirius Black loving tequila and me thinking that all the muggle born students watching the others get drunk without it touching them was hilarious. This is based in their 7th year.
Summary: Muggle drinks and muggle drinking games.
Warnings: Drinking, mentions of underaged drinking, swearing, kissing, jealousy, fake ID
Word Count: 2232
(NOT MY GIF)
"Psst! Y/n! Over here!"
I spun my head around to see Christopher Adam's waving me over from the corner of the room, pointing enthusiastically at the plastic bag in his hands.
I smiled back at him and nodded enthusiastically.
"I'll be back now." I said to Sirius, who was spinning me around to the ABBA song playing before Chris had interrupted us.
"What does he want?" He asked with a quirked eyebrow "You got a new boyfriend or something?" He laughed slightly as I rolled my eyes and just walked away from him.
Me and some of the other muggle born students were starting to find these Gryffindor parties boring after the summer.
After partying at home with muggle drinks the classic fire whisky and witches brew just wasn't doing anything for us anymore, as funny as it was watching the pure and half bloods get extremely drunk so fast there's only so many parties you can do sober.
Hence Christopher.
A small group of us had gathered our money together and convinced Chris to use one of his approved trips to visit home to stop by a muggle store and complete a shopping list.
It took us a week to make him a fake ID good enough for him to pass as eighteen.
"So? How'd it go?" I asked, smiling brightly at him as I took the bag out of his hands.
"No hassle with the ID, although I did have to go to four stores so I didn't look suspicious buying this much alcohol for everyone." He rolled his eyes with a laugh.
"You're a lifesaver, we all owe you big time. Thank you!"
He just waved me off and I happily ran back over to the boys with the bag in my arms.
They were all giving the an identical look of speculation as I approached.
"What have you done?" James asked, trying to grab the bag off me before I pulled back.
"Why do you assume such little from me! I've gotten you all presents. Muggle presents actually."
Sirius perked up at that, excitedly shaking Remus's shoulders. Causing him to lean the other way with a smile.
"I'm about to show you all how muggles drink, because fire whisky is nothing in comparison. I've got fuck loads of things to share but I tried to get each of you something I thought you'd like."
"So it's alcohol?" Peter asked, now it was him having to push an excited Sirius away.
"Yep! For you Peter, gin. We don't have any tonic so drink it with lemonade, I think you'll like it though." He smiled widely as I handed him the rounded bottle, quickly opening it to smell it.
"It smells nice?"
"Yeah not all alcohol needs to smell like straight ass." I laughed nodding to the fire whisky in his other hand.
"James I've got you some muggle beers. I genuinely think this will change your life." I said with a laugh, handing him over the six pack as he looked at it bewildered.
"Like butter beer?"
"Kinda? Just a lot less sweet."
He nodded with a smile and popped the top of the bottle off, his smile growing as he tasted it.
"This is alcoholic?"
I laughed at him and turned to Sirius who looked like he was about to explode if I didn't show him what else was in the bag.
"Sirius I got you some tequila. There's some lime and salt on the table over there, you'll want them to take a shot. Lily will show you, she's been looking forward to it all night."
He took the bottle off me with a smirk before quickly hugging me from behind, placing an exaggerated kiss on the side of my face before running off.
"Thank you!"
I laughed at him, and watched James follow after him after a mention of Lily, Peter as always followed behind James.
"I hope you got yourself something, you're way too generous."
Remus said, sitting up on the table next to me with a soft smile.
"Oh don't worry I did." I reached to pull the large bottle from the bag "Some good old fashioned vodka for me."
He laughed at me and sniffed the bottle I held out in front of him, recoiling back.
"It smells horrible." He said with a laugh.
"That's how you know it's strong." I replied, coughing hard as I took a sip from the bottle. "I should probably mix it with some coke."
He laughed at me for a minute, nodding "Yeah, probably a good idea. I'll go get you some."
I placed an arm in front of him as he went to move to stop him.
"Not so quick Lupin, didn't think I'd forget you did I?"
"You didn't have to get me anything." A small blush covered his cheeks, reassuring me that I made the right call with getting him something.
"That's why you're my favourite."
"Wow I always thought Sirius was your favourite." He replied with a chuckle.
"Yeah well don't tell him, it would crush him."
He continued to laugh as I pulled the bottle of red wine out of my bag, passing it over to him.
"I think you'll like it, not as strong as the others but you'll enjoy it."
He looked over the bottle inquisitively.
"Thank you, I'll go pour myself a glass and grab you that coke." He smiled warmly at me, squeezing my knee as he got up.
My eyes followed him across the room, I smiled as I watched him interact with an already drunk Sirius who was shouting about the impressive feat of muggle alcohol.
"You're drooling." Mary said from behind me, causing me to jump and hit her in the arm.
"Shut up."
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"So you've all been enjoying the muggle drinks, how about a muggle game to go with it!" Marls shouted from the middle of the room, clearly drunk.
A large group slowly made their way into a circle on the floor as Marls enthusiastically went around the room trying to gather a large enough group.
Remus groaned as I pulled him off the wall he was leaning on and led him towards the floor, an obvious smile on his face.
"Ok so you spin the bottle." She giggled while placing one of James's now empty beer bottles into the middle of the group. "You and whoever it lands on go into the broom cupboard for seven minutes. What happens is there is up to you." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively whilst laughing as the game began.
As the circle slowly made its way around I found myself hunched over onto Remus in a fit of laughter at Sirius and Peters faces as they came out of the cupboard looking very unamused.
As the group calmed down Sirius took his seat back next to me in the circle and most eyes moved towards me.
I giggled awkwardly before leaning forward and spinning the bottle as hard as I could.
As I lent back and watched it spin I silently prayed that it would land on the boy sat next to me who seemed to be avoiding my eye contact as everyone made a drum roll sound around us.
Much to my dismay instead of landing on Remus the bottle instead pointed towards the one and only James Potter whose face went bright red.
I laughed softly and stood up, watching him as he followed. The room whistling as we made our way into the small space.
If it wasn't gonna land on Remus James would've probably been my second choice, he was to in love with Lily to ever make a move on someone else. And I felt the same way about our best friend.
"So this isn't awkward." I joked with a smile.
He just half way laughed in response.
"Everything okay?" I asked, my eyes adjusting in the dark to make out his figure.
"Yeah it's stupid, Lily's just been avoiding me all night. I know I make a fool of myself for her but sometimes I just wish that she would just look at me." He sighed, leaning against the wall.
"Maybe she is and you're just not seeing?"
"Trust me, I'd see." He sadly laughed and I patted his shoulder comfortingly before getting an idea.
"I've got a way that would get her to look at you."
He turned to look at me with what I guessed was a confused expression.
I reached up to unbutton the first two buttons of his shirt.
"Whoa Y/n what are you doing?"
I laughed slighting at him, shaking my head.
"No I'm not doing that, trust me."
I reached up to ruffle my hand through his hair to make it messier, then moving to untuck one side of his shirt.
"Yeah she'll look at me if I look like shit. Is that the plan?" He laughed slightly and I softly hit him with the back of my hand.
I messed my own hair up as well, also shifting my clothes so they were slightly askew.
"Jealousy is the plan James."
It seemed to click with him then and despite the dark I could see the red blush on his face.
"You really think that'll work?"
"I hate to say it but if one thing will make her notice you, it's thinking that you might've noticed someone else. I'm also really drunk so this might be a bad plan."
He laughed at me, covering his mouth to try and stay quieter.
"I'm drunk enough to give it a go." He responded with a smile.
"Last touch." I reached up to move his glasses to sit crooked on his face with a laugh.
"There, perfect. Let's get you your lady."
As I spoke there was a knock at the door, and a second later Sirius Black swung them open.
"Merlin! Didn't see that happening." He said with a laugh, looking between us in disbelief "I always thought you were into Moony Y/n."
James punched him softly in the arm, shaking his head and I just walked past silently, trying to shake the blush off of my face and hoping everyone was just ignoring the obviously drunk pure blood.
I made my way back over to the circle but before I could sit back down Remus had already stood from his spot next to me and walked out of the common room with his bottle of wine.
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I'd been wandering the castle grounds looking for Remus for the last thirty minutes.
The party had died down and everyone was so drunk most of them had passed out by now.
I was buzzed enough that the cold wasn't bothering me but I couldn't for the life of me figure out where Remus would've gone.
I sat on the floor against the railing as I finally got to the top of the astronomy tower, the vodka and the amount of stairs I just climbed had knocked the wind out of me.
"Y/n?"
A familiar voice said from next to me, making me jump.
"Jesus, I've been looking for you." I smiled at him but he only held my eye contact for a second before looking back out to the night sky.
"You disappeared, it got boring without you."
He laughed slightly and shook his head, his cheeks turning a shade of pink.
"I'm sure it was fine without me. You and James sure didn't look bored." He chuckled awkwardly making me quirk an eyebrow at him.
"What? Me and James?"
He just nodded, avoiding my eyes.
"James definitely isn't bored, Lily's been all over him all night." I laughed softly and he just looked at me inquisitively.
"Aren't you upset by that?"
"Upset? Why would I be upset? Honestly I think it's a miracle."
He laughed slightly at that and finally looked back over to me.
"But you and James were snogging each other? Was that just a joke or something?"
I just looked at him confused for a second before breaking out into giggles.
"Oh you didn't actually think we did that? Gross no! I just thought that it would make Lily jealous. It worked by the way."
He seemed to think for a second before a small smile finally made its way onto his face.
"Oh, so you didn't actually kiss him?"
I snorted, covering my face quickly in embarrassment.
"No no, I just messed up his hair and unbuttoned his shirt a little. He's not my type."
Remus laughed quietly at that, relaxing a little.
"Good."
I nudged him lightly with my elbow, sliding over to sit next to him, bumping our knees together.
"Careful Lupin it almost feels like you're jealous."
He just looked at me for a second, a little smile on his face as he moved to stand up, offering me his hand.
"Maybe I was." He chuckled softly and pulled me to my feet as I just looked at him dazed.
"C'mon I'll walk you back to your dorm." He threaded our fingers together and went to walk but I didn't move.
"I wanted the bottle to land on you, for the record."
We both stood there for a second, just looking at each other before he grabbed my chin softly and lent down.
I never really liked the taste of red wine until that night.
#x reader#fanfiction#fanfic#harry potter#marauders x reader#sirius black#marauders#marauders era#hogwarts#james potter#reader insert#remus lupin x y/n#remus lupin x reader#remus lupin x slytherin!reader#remus x reader#remus lupin
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Reading Twitter gow Ragnarök tag was a mistake
#me being me#is it a flawless game? nope#does it get a lot of hate for some small things? yep#idk sometimes you read peep's tweets being like 'bro if npc crying shit like 'ur on fire!!' enrages you so mb you should take something#to calm your nerves?'#plus people who hate Atreus for behaving like a regular teen and not a perfectly reasonable person?#like yes sure you the viewer see that everything would be so much better if he just told the truth#but the kid in the game 1) goes through puberty which means his emotions are messed up 2) has not 1 but 2 perents who kept secrets from him#and who learnt his coping mechanisms from Kratos of all people#like you've never gotten into an argument with your parent as a teen? idk bro#i enjoyed both Atreus arc and Atreus gameplay even though I wished there'd be more fun bosses for him to take down#i know that all those tweets comes from people who expected the game to invent a bicycle once again#and in general had super high expectations because people praise gow 2018 sm#but agh i just want to find pretty art to rtw :(
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can you please write something with Mike being a hero, maybe saving the reader from something? I feel like he is such a caring, protective person who wants to help others and I would like to see something where he is able to do that - your work is so appreciated and incredible btw!
thank you :D.
a/n- thanks to jess for this idea. i didn’t just want to do a copycat scene of mike and afton. that’s the only idea i had lol. and i feel like this could capture what you wanted you :)
warnings / includes -lowk near death experience lol. reader can be read as gn ! one use of y/n
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“i’ll see you in thirty, mike.”
mike gives his co-worker a small smile and nod. “yep.”
he exits the employee’s office, stuffing his hands in his pockets in search for his keys and phone. he checks his phone for any texts or calls from max about abby, relieved to see nothing was the matter.
he makes his way out of the mall and to one of the fast food options across the street. he forgot to pack his lunch again. not like he does, anyways. he usually can get by with lots of water and some gum, but today he’s hungrier than usual. he hates to spend money on food for himself, but he knows that if he doesn’t eat, he might pass out. that’s not something he needs happening at work.
“hi, can i have a number three. no drink,” he orders. he pays with cash, taking the table number and sitting down in the corner of the restaurant.
he looks out of the window, trying to think of anything else but the home he has to go to at the end of the day, and the fact that he should get another job. he thinks about what abby might say to him, or what she might not say to him.
he ponders about the day his brother was taken. if only he could go to sleep right now in this mcdonald’s. if only he could travel back in time and see who took his little brother. if only he was able to protect garrett from the monsters that lurk on this earth.
his appetite is shot, but he forces himself to eat something since he paid for it. he saves some fries for abby, putting them in a paper brown bag and folding it hastily. he gives the workers an awkward smile as he leaves, pulling out his phone to check the time. he still has 15 minutes before his break is over. he might as well just go back to work. he doesn’t get paid to be on break, and every cent counts.
he makes his way across the parking lot, pressing the crosswalk button once he gets to the street. he watches as the cars speed by, the wind blowing in his face and providing a calming sensation. a wave of tiredness washes over him and he feels his eyes start to flutter shut. he runs a hand over his face, dragging his skin down in attempt to somehow stimulate him. but, of course, it doesn’t work. mike is in terrible sleep debt and will be for the rest of his life.
he starts to feel impatient as the light is taking too long — for him, at least. in reality, he’s only been standing there for almost two minutes, but it feels like 10. his attention is turned away from the terrible timing of the traffic lights when he hears a loud laugh. he looks to his right, seeing you approach him. you’re on the phone with somebody and talking very loud. the wind seems to carries your voice as you laugh once more, rolling your eyes right after.
as you get closer, mike quickly looks away. he glances at you through his peripheral once you stand next to him.
“yeah, i’m not sure what to get him. i might just get him money. that’s what teenagers what anyways, right? he can just spend it however he wants,” you say.
mike tries not to listen to your conversation, but you’re right next to him. it doesn’t seem like you care, anyways. it’s not like you’re talking about anything incriminating.
“well, i’m about to cross the street and head to the mall. can i send you pictures of things i find and you can tell me if he will like them or not? okay, thanks. yeah, i’ll talk to you later.”
mike turns his head to you slightly, watching as you end the call and slip your phone in your back pocket. you glance at him, giving him a sweet smile. it’s not a polite, awkward smile like mike usually gives someone. it’s genuine, like you’re happy to see mike or something. the corners of your eyes crinkle and the apples of your cheeks raise. mike can’t help but stare for a few seconds too long.
finally, the crosswalk gives them the green light. mike lets you walk first, but as you take a step, a car that’s turning right doesn’t stop. everything happens so fast, you barely have time to process. first you were calmly taking a step, next thing you know you’re heart is racing and you feel like you’re about to shit yourself. your body feels like a sloth and your legs stutter, not sure what to do even though your brain knows you should take a step back. luckily, mike out and grabs your arm, yanking you back onto the side walk. the car has the audacity to honk at you, speeding into the parking lot behind you two.
“oh, my god,” you mutter, a little breathless. you look down at his hand that’s wrapped around your bicep. his grip is firm, but gentle. his hand is warm and you can feel the callouses that live at the base of his fingers.
“sorry,” mike murmurs as he tears his arm away from you.
“don’t be sorry. you saved my life,” you smile gratefully. “it’s… it’s no problem,” he nods.
“ugh, now we have to wait another cycle. i’m sorry,” you groan as you watch the lights on the other side turn green.
“you shouldn’t be sorry, either. that asshole almost killed you because he couldn’t wait a few seconds.”
“yeah,” you sigh. “i wonder why he’s in such a hurry.”
mike looks back to the small strip of restaurants behind him. “must be hungry.”
“mmm, being hungry and driving are not a good mix. trust me, i know,” you joke.
mike laughs softly. you give him another smile. “i’m y/n.”
“i’m mike,” he says. he says your name in his head a couple of times as to commit it to memory.
“so, are you always saving people from angry drivers?” you ask. you internally cringe at your cheap way of trying to keep the conversation going, but mike doesn’t seem to mind or notice.
“only sometimes.” he gives you a playfully grin that makes your heart stutter against your rib cage.
you stay silent for a few moments, looking over him. you feel like you’ve seen him before. he looks so familiar, but you don’t know why. you know you’ve never spoken to him before. you only knew one other mike, which was one of your co-workers. and you know you’d remember this mike if you had even bumped into him. he’s handsome, no doubt. his eyes are dark, like he’s experienced terrible things, but they’re also soft and kind. he doesn’t look welcoming or forthcoming. you can tell he’s quite reserved in the way he stands, his stolen glances, the way his hands rest in his pockets. once he smiles, though, his face lights up and there’s a twinkle in his eyes.
you stare at him for a few more moments. you trace the slender curve of his nose and prominent jawline that could cut butter. it’s when you take another look at his whole face you realize where you know him from.
“do you work at the mall?”
mike eyes widen slightly and you can see his ears redden. “yeah, i do.”
“i knew i recognize you from somewhere!”
his lips twitch up into an almost smile. “how often do you come to the mall?”
“well, i’ve been making very frequent trips since some of my families’ birthdays are coming up soon. they all seem to be born one month after the other. and then, of course, when i come home i realize i forgot to get something.”
“i think i’ve seen you, too.” mike’s eyes flicker down your body and a thrill runs up your spine.
“you work in security, right?” you ask. “i do,” he nods.
“well, you are great at doing your job. you saved my life today.”
“well, technically i’m just supposed to make sure nobody is stealing anything. so, i was just doing what a good samaritan is supposed to do.”
“believe it or not, not everyone would do what you did. especially if we were in a crowd of people. i might have legitimately died, or gotten seriously hurt.”
“i’m glad i was here to help, then.”
mike can’t help but feel a small ounce of pride fill his chest. he’s always been a pretty humble guy, and he knows that him saving you from an asshole of a driver was what he was supposed to do. but he’s spent most of his life feelings helpless and worthless. he can’t hold down a job, he’s doing a terrible job of raising abby — by everyone’s standards, at least — and he just feels like he’s living the same day over and over again. he feels like he’s going nowhere and that he’s stuck permanently, like his feet are cemented to the ground and he will never be able to move.
but being here with you, his day feels a little different. he feels a little lighter and happier, even. he feels like he finally did something good in his life.
“god, finally,” you sigh in relief as the cross walk gives you the go.
you and mike both take a moment to make sure no one is coming. you two share a little laugh before walking across the street.
“it was nice meeting you, mike,” you smile as you head towards the entrance of the mall.
“you, too. i hope you’re able to find a gift,” he says. “so, you were listening to my conversation earlier,” you raise a brow.
his jaw drops a little. “i-i —”
you laugh, “i’m just teasing. i know i’m a loud talker. i hope I’m able to find a gift, too.”
“there’s a gamestop inside near the build-a-bear, if you haven’t looked there yet.”
“i will definitely check it out, thank you. maybe i’ll see you around?” you ask. you hope you don’t sound as hopeful as you feel. mike doesn’t seem to notice, but he seems to feel the same.
“definitely,” he smiles. you give him a little wave as you make your departure from him. he watching your retreating figure. for the first time ever, he is actually looking forward to his security job in hopes of seeing you sometime soon.
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Hi again!!! Could you do a M!reader x bakugou Where does Bakugou find out he's gay? he never worried about sexualities, and after meeting the reader he discovered that he liked guys and started ignoring him for fear of being rejected 😭 but then at the end the reader admits that he is pansexual and is in love with Bakugou and has a fluff ending!!!
les gooooo im so happy im getting so many requests tbh--
characters: Bakugo
reader: Male
summary: every since Y/n walked into that class bakugo immediately knew he hated(fell in love with) him.
warnings: coming out, swearing, hinted shinkami
other details: bakugo being in denial about being in the closet, Pan!reader, fluff, confession.
les gooo
(hope you dont mind the headcannon format! trying to get through my requests and headcannons make it easier :') )
-this man fell head over heels for you the second you stepped in the door. you could feel his face heating up just at the sight.
-of course, like any other person bakugos first thought was, "Oh I probably fucking hate this guy if I'm reacting like this right?"
-no.
-you both got to know each other better due to being paired up in training a lot.
-bakugo was honestly annoyed with himself to learn he didn't hate you, he wanted to be "friends"
-yep.
-he swears just friends.
-you two hung out a lot, mostly with the others.
-others being; Kirishima, denki, sero, and Mina, yknow the group.
-the topic of Bakugo possibly having a crush didn't pop up until a bit after school one day. Bakugo was forcibly dragged along with the rest of the group to go to a restaurant together.
-kaminari was ranting about some purple-haired mind controller he was crushing on.
-bakugo didn't think much of it until Mina pointed out one thing.
-"You know, the way you talk about shinsou and what you guys do together sounds awfully a lot like Bakugo and Y/N..."
-"Wait! You're totally right! bakugo do you like him?!"
-"he totally likes him!"
-they were both met with a small explosion of anger and almost real explosions to the face.
-"im not gay!"
-everyone just kinda stared at him in disbelief for a second.
-finally, sero actually spoke up to break the silence.
-"Wait... youre not...?"
-ultiple explosions were fired causing the group to get kicked from the store.
-once they got back to the dorms bakugo immediately shut himself into his room.
-he was intending to actually sleep but his mind was clouded purely with thoughts of You..
-he actually began questioning himself.
-the next day bakugo couldn't keep his brain from focusing on you.
-he noticed every time you spoke, sighed, yawned, walked, breathed, he was way too focused.
-he tried to keep his mind off of you.
-it was all fine until kirishima was trying to talk to him.
-'bakugo you're listening right?"
-"..."
-"bakugo?"
-"..."
-"hey man--- you good-?"
-it took a few moments before kirishima looked to see what bakugo was so focused on.
-Y/N.
-he was staring you down.
-"ohhhhh, yknow, I'm starting to think Mina and kaminari were right-"
-somehow that out of everything snapped bakugo out of his thoughts.
-"I don't like him!"
-kirishima stiffled a laugh
-"Uh-huh, sureeeee you don't."
-bakugo had a weird look on his face as he turned back to look at you.
-his ears turned a bright red when you noticed him staring and smiled slightly in his direction.
-kirishima looked between you two for a moment.
-"okay kaminari and mina were definitely right."
-"For the last time shitty hair- Im not gay!'
-class a was lucky with how high quality these desks were, otherwise, bakugos would have been burnt to a crisp with that explosion that came out of his hands.
-bakugos small fit of yelling caught a lot of students' attention, usually they ignored bakugos rants but this one seemed to interest a few.
-"uh-huh."
-"I- why are you looking at me like that! go die."
-he shoved past kirishima leaving the room.
-you assumed he had left for the dorms.
-you learned just how wrong you were when you left the classroom and immediately someone grabbed your hand dragging you to a slightly secluded area behind the school.
-"...bakugo?'
-he didn't reply and shoved you against the wall. you could feel your face heat up at the position but then you realised Bakugo's expression.
-he was pissed
-like, if you don't run then just pray for your survival pissed.
-"The hell is with your quirk!? it's making me feel all weird these past few months!"
-"Bakugo the hell are you talking about--"
-"Your quirk dumbass! it-- it's making me feel all these weird emotions whenever I look at you- i- it makes me feel warm in shit! like- like I actually like you! So tell me! What the hell is your quirk!?"
-you didn't know whether to laugh or confess at this point.
-"Bakugo- my quirk is (quirk), which is very much not related to what you're feeling--"
-you could see bakugos whole face flush red.
-yet for once he didnt look mad, he looked almost embarrassed.
-his mind was racing with thoughts realizing; "oh shit I'm actually gay."
-there was a very long awkward pause. you could see Bakugo's thoughts racing purely in his expression.
-after almost a minute he finally spoke up.
-"Then.. go out with me dumbass."
-What he said caught you by surprise, your face heating up at these words.
-"Wait what--
-"I said go out with me! Are you deaf or just not interested!?"
-"I mean I am interested... just- a little surprised that's all."
-he pulled away so you weren't shoved against the wall anymore.
-"It's late as hell- let's get back to the dorms."
-"Ah! right-"
-"Of course someone like you is gay."
-"I'm pan.. but- close enough I guess."
-"What the hell does that mean?!"
-not only did you learn about Bakugo's feelings towards you. you also learned he had no clue about the large list of sexualities outside of gay and straight.
ngl struggles once again, mainly with the confession part
#bnha x reader#mha x reader#bakugou x reader#bnha x male reader#mha x male reader#x male reader#bakugou katsuki#bakugo x male reader#bakugo x reader#x reader
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*sounds of crashing, fire alarm, smoke and chaos in other room, comes tumbling into your ask box falling on my face, quickly getting up and dusting self* hey there! How you doing? Wanted to ask for HC with TFP Soundwave, Megatron, WheelJack with human reader where they switch minds due to some relic or something? (it's temporary or till they get the relic to work again) how would they react? How would the whole thing go? Pretty sure Megatron won't be too pleased lol, established romantic relationship, they been together long enough to know a bit more about each other and be a bit vulnerable.
also a bit of a thing for Soundwave (extremely optional and can just be a line or two) , reader cares about and platonically loves laserpeak, this Minicon deserves love, also feel like it's a given that Soundwave would have a "must care about my child" s/o criteria (Soundwave is usually called a dad for his Minicons and I think they're (minus laserpeak) all dead in TFP? I hope they were just chilling somewhere cause I love these guys) like did you see how quickly he ran to his aid when he sent a distress signal when Ratchet had him pinned down? He didn't even spare a second to try to kill Jackie incase if that second made a difference if he survives or not.
*Magnus yelling in the other room about who did the mess* oh shit... OK thanks have great day byeee *proceeds to hightail it outta there before I get scolded for two hours* "THAT WAS AN AWESOME EXPLOSION BUT MAGY IS GONNA HAVE OUR HEADS" -Me "YOU'RE RIGHT ABOUT BOTH OF THOSE.. GET IN LET'S GO"- Jackie
(lol ignore my stupid just hoping it'll get a laugh from you, laughs are good for you)
[ Please do not repost, plagiarize, or use my writing for AI! Translating my work with proper credit is acceptable, but please ask first! ]
Predaking
He hates this, he's very upset. He dislikes the feeling of being so small and weak, and he inadvertently throws a lot of insults your way without another thought. He'll sulk and sulk and sulk until you point out good things, like it'll be a good learning experience for the two of you, and it could possibly help yourselves better understand one another. Only then will he admit that he sees why you enjoy sitting on his shoulder so much.
Aside from feeling a thousand times smaller, another thing he hates about being so small is the great difficulty that comes with getting around on his own. With his altmode he was able to traverse the sky and land with ease, but now it takes eons to make it somewhere, and he hates it that he gets tired much quicker.
But on the positive side of things, he does take this as a learning experience, and he takes this time to see if somethings he thought about humans are true or if they aren't. Of course he could've just asked you about them, but he was a little shy about it. Some of his questions were about human food, and some are about your home. Speaking of your home, he's definitely poking around out of curiosity. He's gonna pat your mattress and try laying down on it, he's gonna look in your fridge and take a bite of a stick of butter because he thought that was food... He's sorta like a curious cat, minus all the knocking stuff off tables.
Of course after the entire ordeal has been resolved and whatnot, he'll finally truly understand what you go through on a day-to-day basis around him, and he'll respect that you have to deal with such hardships all on your own.
Megatron
Yep. You're right. He's more than upset about this occurrence, and refuses to leave his habitation suite until shockwave finds a way to reverse it. He plans on letting Starscream command the decepticons while he plans on sulking in his room all day. With you in there with him. because he doesn't really want you going out and embarrassing him.
But if you wanna go out and see what it's like to be his height, it'll take a bit of convincing, but he'll allow you to go and walk around only for a bit. Surprisingly, there isn't any need to persuade him to come with you, he's coming on his own accord but only so he can keep an eye on things. It's certainly strange for him to sit on your—or... His? Shoulder? But he does it anyway because he hates feeling so small and weak—but that isn't to say that you are small and weak... He just feels very vulnerable in general.
Ironically, the rest of the Nemesis are a lot more scared about this than you'd expect. It's as if they're walking on eggshells around Megatron because the whole situation has got him in such a bad mood. And, if you have a good reputation aboard the Nemesis and treat everyone nicely, it's certainly baffling for everyone to see their high and mighty lord "Megatron" acting so nice. It's an unusual, but welcomed change.
After the entire ordeal, he certainly has a newfound respect for you. He hadn't realized how difficult and annoying it was to get around the Nemesis at such a small size. He tried climbing onto a table and it took him 30 minutes to get to the top. Not to mention he never truly understood the feeling of being ignored and overlooked the same way you do.
Wheeljack
He isn't as upset about this as other two are, but he's still a bit annoyed. He feels like he's completely stripped of his freedom now, and he thinks that sucks. If he wants to go do something, you can bet he's gonna go do it no matter what he's told. Despite the fact he's like a million percent more fragile and squishy now, his lack of self-preservation remains all the same, and honestly don't be surprised if he agrees to let Miko help him sneak out.
But that aside, he wants you to experience what it's like being a cybertronian (minus the whole war-fighting thing, of course) but the team most likely wants you to stay in the base while they try to find a way to reverse what's happened. Still, that doesn't stop him from trying to teach you how to transform, much to everyone else's misfortune.
Also in the millions of millions of years that he's existed, it has never been easier for him to squeeze into a small spot. With his acrobatic abilities (albeit dampened a little, due to your own strength) and your size? You bet he's milking this for all it's worth. He isn't afraid of climbing up onto things if he has to, or jumping off things because he's used to doing crazy stuff like that. You'll probably have to catch him more than once because he jumps down from a spot that's too high for a human body to escape from unscathed, so honestly at this point you should just keep holding him and bring him around with you as you would a pet.
Anyway, after all this he tries to stick up for your more and support you. I mean he already has ever since the two of you became a couple, but now that he knows how it feels to be overlooked and have so little freedom in your position, y'know.
#tfp imagines#tfp headcanons#tfp x reader#tfp predaking#predaking x reader#tfp megatron#megatron x reader#tfp wheeljack#wheeljack x reader#x reader#reader insert#self insert#weenwrites
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for my mental health i need hcs of bella ramsey x fem or gn reader with words of affirmation love language ‼️‼️
hi guys i’m back to feed you some more bella content ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ hope i did this right and that u guys like it :) also tysm for the requests
listen listen!!! after taking a shower she would 100% leave sweet compliments on the foggy mirror for u to read. will add ‘kiss your s/o’ to your to do lists.
will text/send photos of random things that reminds you of her throughout the day. she does this especially when she’s on set and you guys can’t talk much. they have your favorite snack there? sends u a photo and tells u theyre thinking of u. lots of i miss yous, love yous and that she can’t wait to be home to see u again. “text me abt what you get up to today babe” “pedro is making fun of me because i’m apparently such a simp for you, he is absolutely, in every way, correct ;).” “i saw a butterfly today n it reminded me of the pretty tattoo you have”
will watch u like the weirdo she is when you’re getting ready in the morning. sneaks up behind u and repeatedly attacks ur face with kisses. “i have the most beautiful gf in the world” “omg i love this purple eyeliner on you, it rlly suits you” “your curls look really defined today, the new conditioner you got is so good!! my beautiful bby”
is the type to whisper compliments in between kisses. yk like corny spelling out of i love you in between pecks? yep, does that. “i really really like you” “my darling” “mine” “you’re so cute” in between kisses hehehe.
spam texts you when you send/post a photo. in your dms/comment section screechingggg!! my mans is DOWN BADDD. needs and loves to comment “first” on ur posts. they actually make up most of ur comment section. “BABE IM DYING YOURE TOO BEAUTIFUL” “so glad we’ve advanced technology so i can stare at this photo 4life if i want to” “you+this dress= my death”
randomly tweets a photo of you, captioning it “this is my darling, be jealous, gn”
very validating when you’re upset and talks you through it. thanks you for speaking up and communicating abt anything that’s been bothering you. SPILLS THE TEA WITH YOUUU. you have a co worker you hate? she hates them too. listen to me when i say she is on ur side, she is shocked and they’ll even remember stuff you’ve previously told them to add to the fire. best bf frr “thank you for telling me babe, i’ll really keep it in mind next time, i’m so sorry for hurting your feelings like that” “it sounds like it’s been difficult for you to complete (insert task) you’ve been working through it so well :)” “he said what??? yeah like he’s one to talk, go go! continue tell me more i’m invested” “babe you’re honestly so right, this is why i always listen to u”
definitely acknowledges you so so much when you accomplish something. will go on about how proud they are of you, how well you’ve done and how wonderful it is. big or small, bellas on her way to pour her heart out to you. would be unbelievably encouraging throughout the process too, telling you to keep going and trust the progress. “you’ve got this babe, go on :))” “that drawing is absolutely amazing, you’re so talented omg look at the details” “you submitted your assignment?? ahead of time?? that’s my girl frr” “these cookies are amazing, thank u sm for baking them ughh give me a hug you’re the best baker ever, they’re so soft!!”
you guys will be facetiming one night when shes away in a different country for filming. she’s been gone two months and you really miss them. you get a bit emotional talking abt it and they really listen, telling you to let it out. just before you guys hang up they tell you to look at the last drawer of your jewellery box. turns out she wrote you a letter before she left, many letters in fact, for when you really miss them. you can’t help but sob reading it. she attached a polaroid photo of you guys kissing at bottom of the page. she’s so incredibly kind in the letter, telling you how wonderful its been getting to know you these past few months. "hehe youre probably crying from how nice im being" istg this mf even teases you in writing. when you're finished you call her back, they immediately burst out laughing at your blood shot eyes, “hahahhs i knew you’d cry”. sneaks in a ‘you look so pretty even when you cry’. tells you they have more hidden around your room and that when you need it she’ll tell you where you can find more ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ
goodnight!! if i made any mistakes, no i didn’t. byebye!!
#bella ramsey x reader#bella ramsey#bella ramsey fluff#ellie the last of us#wlw#lgbtq#bella ramsey gf#bella ramsey head cannon#lesbian#nonbinary#genderfluid
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The Art and the Aesthete
Eddie Munson x Fem Henderson!Reader, Best Friend Steve x Fem Henderson!Reader
Summary: The first time reader meets Eddie is also the first time she truly appreciates art.
Warnings: fluff, slight paul mccartney idolization, a LOT of art comparisons, ted bundy reference, no real ending at all (sorry guys), like one f-bomb i think, no spoilers!
Word count: 1.4k
a/n: i finished stranger things and naturally i wanted to write a lil something for eddie so here we are. p.s. requests are open come talk to me!
You were sitting on the floor of your bedroom with your back pressed contently against your bed, silently willing your best friend to stop talking. Steve had come over to complain after what you could only hyperbolically guess was his hundredth date this month.
“And it’s like okay, it’s cool if we have similar opinions! But there’s no way you actually agree with every single thing I say! I mean seriously (y/n), I said the Beatles were better than the Rolling Stones just to see what she’d say and she agreed!”
“That’s because the Beatles are better, inordinately better actually-”
“Woah, hey, I just wanted to make sure you were listening! Please don’t give me the Paul McCartney is a god speech again.”
“I was listening, I just wasn’t sure how to reply. You don’t want to go out with her again because she agreed with you? You really dodged a bullet Harrington. I mean imagine if you had gotten serious with this girl? ‘Hey honey do you want to go out to dinner tonight?’ ‘Yes Steve, that sounds nice.’ I mean seriously? What a psycho!” You quip, making sure to use a vocal impression of him that you know Steve hates.
“You’re not funny, Henderson, anybody ever tell you that?” He exclaims, flopping backwards onto the plush fabric of your duvet.
“I do! Tell her all the time actually.” Dustin suddenly appears in your room without knocking you can’t help but notice.
Steve lets out a diminutive chuckle, unsubtly attempting to cover it with a cough.
“You know what I tell you all the time? To knock, like on my door, before you just walk in. Does that sound familiar?”
“Hmmm. No, no not really.”
“Oh? Do you want me to tell you again in a way that you won’t forget?” You threaten, trying less than gracefully to pull yourself off the floor while conjuring up the most menacing look you can and aiming it toward your little brother.
“Ooh I’m real scared. I shouldn’t have to knock anyway cause you were supposed to drop me and Mike off at Hellfire Club like five minutes ago.”
“So because I forgot, the basic concept of privacy is thrown out the window?”
“Yep! Let’s go, chop-chop! I’ve got a campaign to win.” Dustin throws haphazardly over his shoulder as he walks out of your room, knowing you already agreed to drive him and wouldn’t want to chance getting another lecture from your mother about the importance of being there for each other.
“Hey how much do you know about this Eddie guy? Dustin hasn’t shut up about him for weeks,” Steve says as you start your walk to the driveway.
“Well I’ve never actually met him, I just drop the boys off for their club sometimes.”
“You’ve never met him? And you just leave them there? That sounds right to you? What if he’s some Ted Bundy type?”
The look you give him is the middle ground between amusement and confusion. Though you’re sure a small part of him could be worried for your brother’s safety, it seems far more likely that he’s jealous Dustin has another older friend to hang out with.
“Please! If you were a killer, would you let Dustin live this long?” You’re joking, but you’re completely convinced that your little brother is far too annoying for someone with murderous tendencies to keep around long-term.
“Ha! And I said you weren’t funny,” Dustin’s voice sounds again, dripping with sarcasm, “Seriously (y/n)! If I’m late to this thing you’re gonna have to explain it to Eddie.” He’s bordering on whining now and you resist the urge to roll your eyes and take twice as long just to spite him.
“Alright!” You shout and turn back to Steve “See you later. Oh hey! Watch out for agreeable girls on your way home! You can never be too careful.”
“Alright, okay, point taken. Maybe I’m being a little too picky.”
“I’m glad you picked up on that.” You say getting into your car.
“See you later Hendersons!”
“Bye Steve!” Dustin’s impatient form calls out waving goodbye from the passenger seat.
“Finally!” Mike and Dustin chorus in unison as your car pulls into the parking lot. You silently praise yourself for mustering up the strength not to fling an insult or two at the boys after what was one of the more infuriating car rides in your recent memory.
“Well, well, well, look who finally decided to show up! Glad you boys found the time to fit me into your busy schedule.” An unfamiliar voice weaves its way through the crisp evening air.
“We’re sorry!” “So sorry! My sister doesn’t seem to know the meaning of the words I don’t want to be late so y’know here we are, late.” Mike and Dustin sound as they promptly scramble to get unbuckled and out of the car.
“What was that Dusty?” You question sarcastically, “Thank you for driving me even though I’ve been a proverbial thorn in your side for the entire night? Oh you are just so welcome!”
Unappreciative little-
Your internal strife is short-lived as you hear a chuckle sounding from the unfamiliar boy, who you’re now certain must be Eddie. You finally look over at him and your eyes widen emphatically at the sight you behold.
You’d heard tales of Eddie Munson. Word of mouth told you that he’s a Hawkins aberration, an unwelcome presence in a town with an already less than stellar reputation. Hearing what you have, you weren’t entirely sure what to expect. What you hadn’t expected, however, was for him to look so entirely beautiful.
His face was comparable to a work of art, an ancient roman statue permitted to be standing in a museum somewhere, as though his cheekbones could have been carved out by Michelangelo himself, dimples and all. His eyes were the purest shade of brown, tantamount to a jar of honey, warm and saccharine. Sinuous dark brown hair lay lustrously on his head, winding its way toward his broad shoulders. Perhaps he was a recently stolen work from a modern museum.
You were staring, taking in his statuesque form nearly unabashedly until you realized how impolitely it could be perceived.
You found yourself lifting your gaze back to his eyes, only to find them already looking into your own.
“Forget about it.” He’s talking to the boys but his caramel eyes haven’t moved from yours.
Dustin furrowed his eyebrows at the interaction but muttered a quick ‘bye’ to you as he and Mike hastily dashed inside.
“So. You’re the sister huh? (y/n) right?” He asks, the beginnings of a smile leisurely forming on his delicate lips; a true masterpiece in the making.
There’s a flicker of something in his eyes and, though you can’t discern what it is precisely, you don’t mind it for a second. Surely there was an art gallery somewhere itching to put him on display.
“Yeah, mmhmm, yep, that’s me.” Okay. That’s definitely something you just said. Cool. “You must be Eddie.” He nods, that same ghost of a smile still perfectly haunting his graceful lips. You’re pulling it together, a coherent sentence and everything! “I feel like I should thank you or something,” He furrows his eyebrows together in a winsome display of confusion, and you hurry to continue before you make yourself appear nervous again.
“Y’know for looking out for Dustin. All of the boys, really. They’re good kids but high school can be hell and they’re insistent that it would be if it weren’t for you. So thank you, really.” You smile widely, visibly pleased that you haven’t made a complete fool of yourself in front of the perfectly composed work of art before you.
He’s smiling now. An expertly crafted smile. A smile that makes it feel as though the sun itself is rising higher into the sky. How does he do that?
“They’re good kids you know? And high school is a fuckin’ nightmare, I would have wanted somebody to do the same for me.” He’s downplaying his kindness, but you can see straight through the display.
The two of you stay like that for a while, gentle small talk flowing between you like a river through a secluded valley. His caramel eyes locked on yours and both of your faces adorned by unwavering smiles.
Reluctantly he releases a soft sigh and straightens his form out “I should probably get in there, give ‘em a little hell.”
“Yeah, go on. Have fun! Preferably kick Dustin’s ass.”
“Always do.” He smirks at you, bowing his head in a near imperceptible nod before turning his back and walking off.
And without a moments notice, you were an aesthete.
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omg the thing thag @scrimblyscrorblo said about giyuu potentially having a whole genetic disease got my brain going ngl
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giyuu probably already knew he was doomed from the start, especially since eves his sister started to show some symptoms of the disease that tore is his family members apart from the inside.
giyuu didn’t tell anyone cause he didn’t want pity, the only person who really knew was kanae but she’s out of the picture now so basically no one knows. the sickness is very stealthy and only visible if you really pay attention to giyuu’s body language. like if he’s silently coughing or paler than usual or just overall weaker than usual. he gets a LOT of flare ups and it’s genuinely so annoying to him.
has shinobu noticed? obviously, she’s a doctor after all. she’s tried to secretly look at giyuu’s vitals during physical exams and she sees nothing. UNLESS- she looks in kanaes super convenient office that she hasn’t touched in years. and what does she find?? super old demon slayer corps files on tomiokas. omg the demon slayer corps keeping a record on giyuu’s family for literal generations?! and she was APPALLED by the effects of the illness.
and what shinobu found the most interesting was that she wasn’t the first to think about poisoning herself to avenge a family member. yep the tomiokas pulled that card cause they found out about muzan probably killing a small part of their family and they were like “no, fuck you im going to kill you no matter how long it takes” and then here we are. with a sick giyuu who doesn’t even know that he’s a lil human bomb for the demon king. which yes, that does mean giyuu would have to die by being consumed or have his blood somehow be in muzans body.
the poison probably ain’t even wisteria at all, probably smth worse the smart tomioka made 500 years ago just to be petty and kill or at least weaken muzan.
giyuu’s carrying an anger that isn’t even his his WHOLE life. he has expectations from family he doesn’t even know. his short temper and bitter demeanor isn’t his at all, it’s his ancestors. the angry, hate filled ancestors that want muzan gone.
the symptoms are a lil funky so here they are: aching joints, fevers, vomiting, mild allergic reactions to wisteria and high ranked demons (the closer to muzan, the stronger the effects), sudden fatigue, lack of appetite and sleep, aggressive outbursts (ancient anger boiling over), sudden headaches, temporary loss of sight (his ancestors want a peak of what he’s seeing), loss of voice, lack of energy, slight memory loss, hallucinations(his family make themselves known to him), dizziness, anxiety, paranoia.
long story short giyuu is not having a good time
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guys did i cook with this
#demon slayer#kny#kimestsu no yaiba manga#kimestu no yaiba#giyuu tomioka#kozu back at it again with the yapping#yall i love giyuu too much#i’m NOT well#giyuu probably accidentally threw up blood one time#then he did a thumbs at the camera#he’s fine guys don’t worry#i’m lying he’s not well#okay yeah so giyuu could potentially die in this au?? is this an au?? probably#kinda like how shinobu did but maybe somewhat different
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Lookism Shopping headcanons
Thinking about the spectrum of shopping hc - my quad of Johan (hates), Gun (tolerates), Jake (likes), Goo (loves)
Johan
Warning: shop with this guy at your own risk.
Absolutely does not enjoy it in any way shape or form. You wouldn't find him shopping on his own and god knows why he wanted to come with you, guess his clinginess won out.
Sulks the whole time, acting like a kid forced to follow their parent for the day.
At least with children you can placate them with toys or ice cream. Even your presence or attempts at bribery doesn't get him out of this funk. He has no interest and zero money.
Doesn't just steal people's shoes and coats, everything is up for grabs after a fight. What's the point in shopping and using money when it's all just there for free?
Very light-fingered even if it doesn't involve a brawl. Turns out he wasn't completely brooding the whole way round, he did notice your interest in that little something or other. Just don't ask how he acquired it.
Gun
If time is money, then he prefers not to waste both.
Gun knows the importance and power of a well fitting suit and dressing for status but shopping isn't a process he particularly enjoys. Especially not when there's fights to be had and successors to be found.
Executive assistants at HNH and premium personal shoppers take care of shopping and tailoring for him.
It's not a bad job, he has a pretty distinctive style and he's got a great body so he wears most clothing well. But if something isn't to his taste, expect either a pile of discarded clothing on your desk or for it to be just binned. Brand new, with tags - yes even that limited designer shirt.
Grooming and hygiene products are the only things he dedicates more than a passing thought to. High-end clothing is one thing, it's all the same after a while, but this is too personal to leave to others. Once he finds what he likes, very rarely changes it.
Doesn't mind shopping with you, eventhough there are other things he would prefer to be doing. Don't push it though - you're really stretching his patience if you insist on trying on everything.
Jake
Eh, money. It's not that he doesn't have it, he just... doesn't have a lot of it. And any that he does have spare, he prefers to keep in a rainy day fund for Big Deal. (Too bad it has been pouring for nearly the past year.)
If he's with you though, then it becomes infinitely more enjoyable. Another chance to spend time with you rather than the activity itself.
Doesn't allow himself to indulge in gratuitious purchases. If he needs something, he would find it on clearance. Otherwise, he can just do without.
Guilty that he can't treat or spoil you the way you deserve. He still tries to get you small things here and there but Big Deal finances takes priority.
Makes mental list of things that he would like to buy one day. Oh that shirt would suit Brad. Jerry would like that backpack. Jason could do with a new pair of shoes.
Only luxury is giving himself a small allowance to keep himself groomed. Cologne, hair products, skincare. Big Deal No.1 does have appearances to keep up, y'know.
Goo
What's the point of making all this money if you can't spend it? You can't take it with you, right?
Loves to look good and feel good. And what better way is there to remind Goo of his success than with some retail therapy. Having store assistants wait on him hand and foot gives him a kick too.
Treats clothing as an extension of his status, and also his personality. So what if that shirt is loud and garish? He's loud and garish too, and it also enhances his already buff shoulders? He'll take it!
Cologne for every occasion and mood, and then some. Need to flex on his inferiors? Sniff sniff. Yep this one. Going to be stuck in the car all day with Gun? Oh this one will definitely give him a headache!
Shopping trips with Goo are almost always fun and he's generous to boot. Asks for your opinion but if he likes something, then it doesn't really matter what you think.
#lookism#lookism headcanons#lookism hc#lookism x reader#johan seong#johan seong x reader#jake kim#jake kim x reader#gun park#gun park x reader#goo kim#goo kim x reader#wannaeatramyeon
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The Spiral [Lio Meier] - Part 4
A/N: One more part after this! things are starting to turn around for our Lio 🤭
Word Count: 5.3k
Warnings: allergic reaction, lots of medical talk, angst, childhood trauma themes
ICYMI Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
The morning after his concussion, Lio thinks it would have been better to have been crushed by a garbage truck. His head hurts so bad, worse than any hangover headache or migraine he’s had in his life. But worse than that is the fog that has settled into his brain. Details of last night are fuzzy- the game, Lucie, their conversation. He thinks things are better, but is worried about facing her this morning.
He rolls over to his back, tentatively opening his eyes. The world doesn’t swirl like it had been last night. But he feels like the front of his forehead is going to explode off from the pressure. Is that normal? Fuck.
Slowly, Lio adjusts his position to sit up. The smell of something baking hits his nose. He smiles. Lucie is still here. It takes awhile before Lio can get out of bed, changed, and hit the bathroom. By the time he is done with that, he feels like he could go back to sleep. Instead, he drags himself towards the kitchen. Lucie is at the stove, a large stack of pancakes to her left. As he gets closer, he can see the rainbow sprinkles poking out of the cakes.
“Lucie pancakes.” He chuckles, approaching her.
“They still hit even as an adult.” She shrugs.
“Doesn’t Stell think these are her creation?”
“Yeah because of her dad.” Lucie rolls her eyes. “Connor thinks she created everything, even though I made these all the time when I was pregnant with her.”
“So he thinks because she was there, she made them?”
“He thinks she created the craving for me, so it’s from her.”
“Your mom could set that straight.”
“Mmm, I don’t think anyone can set that man straight about his sweet girl.” Lucie takes off two more pancakes. “Sit down and eat. You look awful.”
“Thanks.” Lio mumbles, resting his head delicately in his palm. He sets his elbow on the counter watching as Lucie slaps two pancakes on his plate. “Still hate syrup?”
“Yep.” Lio confirms, picking up his fork to cut into a pancake.
“I heard from Ben. He wanted you to check in when you got up.” Lio nods, grabbing his phone.
While he eats small bites, him and Ben talk about how Lio is feeling. Ben is concerned about the intensity of Lio’s headache. He wants him to go to the hospital for a CT scan.
“Can you send a car? Lucie needs to go home to her family.”
“No, I can take you.” She says, waving away his worries. “Con is taking Stell to the rink for practice. She is loving her mommy-free life right now.” Ben and Lio chat more. The team doctor is going to meet them at the hospital and they will know more after the imaging is processed.
Lucie and Lio finish breakfast, then head into Newark. Lucie waits while Lio is being scanned and afterwards while they wait for the radiologist to do a quick read. Everything looks good. Lio’s brain isn’t showing any damage, but he does have one hell of a concussion. The news is good. Lio feels like he can breathe and be more at peace with where he is at.
“You’re going to have to take it easy.” The doctor reminds him. “At least two weeks before you do any exercise.” Lio agrees. He can’t imagine getting on the ice right now with how shitty he feels.
“Is it okay if I drop you off and head out?” Lucie asks Lio when they are back in the car. “Connor is going to the Children’s Hospital to see some of his kiddos. I need to get home before he leaves again.”
“Yeah, I will be fine. Thank you for staying with me. And.. um tell Connor thanks too. I appreciate it. Know he isn’t my biggest fan.”
Lucie drops Lio in front of his building, then heads back towards her city. Lio’s doorman greets him warmly, opening the big door for him.
“Thanks, Charlie.”
“Tough one last night, Mr. Meier.”
“Hey, boys pulled out the win tho.” Lio waves as he walks through.
“Your mama is waiting for you in your apartment. She was mighty frazzled this morning.” Lio stops in his tracks. There are two people who have unlimited access to his apartment besides him. One just dropped him off. The other lives in Switzerland.
“Ah, thanks. Moms…” Lio trails off with a shrug.
Lio seriously contemplates sprinting out of his building. Doctor’s orders be damned. The only woman to ever love him unconditionally is upstairs and he is not ready to face her. Not ready to see her after the horrible things he said to her. Not ready to face his own shame and self-hatred. It’s why he left Switzerland without seeing her even after telling his dad he wouldn’t do that. He doesn’t deserve her or her love.
But she is here. Already. He knows how many hoops she must have jumped through to get to him. He senses his dad’s involvement as well. The strings Timo Meier would have pulled for her are unlimited. So Lio Meier gets into the elevator and rises the 6 floors to his awaiting fate. Outside his apartment door, he takes a deep breath, then puts his key in the lock. He pushes the door open, not seeing her on the couch like he expected.
“Mama?” He calls into the apartment.
“Lee?” He hears her call from deep inside. She comes rushing out of his room. With zero hesitation, she grabs him and wraps him into her body for a hug. “Oh” She sighs, holding his head against hers. She sucks in a deep breath then lets out a relieved sigh at having him close to her. “Are you okay?” Her brown eyes are deeply pained. Lio closes his eyes, unable to see more.
“Um, well, I guess but also no. What are you doing?”
“Your laundry.”
“Of course.” He chuckles, shaking his head. He has been grown for awhile, but she still insists on taking care of him. It makes Lio less worried for whatever is to come.
“Well, I was very anxious waiting for you. I had to do something.” She insists, waving a hand in front of her face. “Now, go sit down. I have lemon water, hot oatmeal and toast ready for you.” She gently guides him forward. “And vitamins. You need extra nutrients to get better.”
“Mama.” Lio sighs when she turns to head back to the kitchen. He feels like such a piece of shit with how she is jumping right in to take care of him. The undeserving suffocates him, tightening his throat until he struggles to breathe. “Don’t do this.” He finally chokes out. “Don’t double down and love me harder right now.”
“Lee.” Emma comes back to him, putting her hands on his cheeks. She kisses his forehead, right over where his head aches so badly. “I am never going to stop loving you hard or taking care of you. I’m your mother.” She runs her fingers through his hair, then moves back into the kitchen. His blue eyes follow her.
“Is dad here?”
“Yes, of course. Boys are with Uncle Neeks and Auntie Lex, but Livy is coming this weekend.”
“You both didn’t have to come and Liv needs to stay in California. She has school.”
“Mmm, but we did.” Emma looks over her shoulder at him. “We needed to see that you were going to be okay.”
“Dad isn’t here now?” Lio looks down the hall towards his bedroom.
“No, we felt like it’s you and I that need to talk. Not the three of us.” Lio looks away. “Don’t be mad at daddy. It was me. He didn’t want to do it.” Lio’s blue eyes find her again in the kitchen.
“You don’t get to tell me to not be mad at him.” He whispers.
“Probably not. But I love your dad very much and if I can save him from your wrath, I want to.”
Lio goes to the couch, sitting down, laying his head back on the top. He is exhausted from his morning. He feels the air of his mom coming around the couch. She puts her hand on his forehead, smoothing the wrinkle of distress there.
“What’s the news?”
“Concussion.” Lio mumbles.
“Is your brain okay?”
“Yes.” Emma sighs in obvious relief. Her hand drops to his shoulder. She strokes her hand there, quietly contemplating where to go next. When Lio opens his eyes, she begins.
“Lio, daddy and I love you more than I even know how to say. I never thought I would have to find words to express how much and I’m deeply sorry that you’ve been so hurt.” She sighs, running her hand through her hair, then looking out the floor to ceiling windows to the city. His apartment is only a few blocks from where her and Timo lived when she was pregnant with Lio. That feels like so long ago, but she tries to go back to who she was then to give Lio more insight into their life.
“I was the one who wanted to fudge your story. I know daddy told you that this summer, but he doesn’t know all of the things that went into that. You and I had experiences when you were a baby that made me feel very protective of you. People judged. They were horrible and social media made our life so accessible, even as Daddy and I tried to hide you. But this was never because we were ashamed or didn’t love you.” Disgust and substantial disagreement scrunches Emma’s nose. “It was the exact opposite.” Emma puts her hands on her cheeks for a moment, then continues.
“When you were 10 months old, the Devils were playing in the Eastern Conference finals. Daddy was hurt. He was playing through it as he always does, so he wasn’t performing very well. People were upset.” Lio watches his mom become increasingly uncomfortable. “You and I were out at a store after the Devils went down in the series. There was an incident in public where someone came up to you, a little baby, and called you that name…” Emma closes her eyes. “They went on to literally blamed the entire playoff situation on the fact that you were born out of wedlock. Daddy’s play as well. We were being punished for our sin of having you.”
Lio can see how much this still hurts his mom decades later.
“I’m sorry, mom.” He says sincerely.
“That person got to me.” Emma shakes her head. “I felt you deserved a better story. A more picture perfect story because of how much joy and purpose you brought to our lives. I..” She sighs. “I felt like we ruined your childhood before it had even really begun. I tried to fix it the way I knew how. Instead I hurt you.”
“But Lio, please know, I have loved you since the moment I knew of you even when I was crying on a bathroom floor. I didn’t know what to do, but I knew I had to figure it out for you. When I got up off that tile, whatever decision daddy wanted wasn’t going to shake my decision. You were coming because I wanted you. It would be me and you against the world.” Emma stops, looking at him, then she chuckles. “But daddy wasn’t going anywhere. He was all in. He loved us so much. You’ve seen the videos from when I was pregnant with you. Nothing about that was forced.”
Lio remembers the one of his dad laughing hard as a three week old Lio tried to latch onto Timo’s big chest. The pictures of him on the ice at The Rock for the first time in skates that looked massive on his feet. Tons of videos of Lio and Timo napping together the year of the Devils first cup run. He looks across his apartment at a picture of his parents and him with the cup. It was only Lio and them at that time. Well, his mom was pregnant with Livy, but they barely knew that. Although the most difficult to win trophy in sports is right there, his dad’s hands are on a young Lio, engulfing him and his mom in his sweaty equipment.
“It felt like a lie.” Lio hears himself say. He gestures to the picture. Emma follows his gaze. “Like it looked like that. But then you and dad would make a comment about wanting me so bad you couldn’t wait and my whole life felt like a lie.” Emma swallows hard, nodding.
“I see that now, Lee. I’m very sorry. But that was real. That was our life, baby.” She reaches for his hand.
“It hurt me.” He whispers. Emma winces, then runs her hand up his arm to squeeze his shoulder.
“I know. I am so sorry. I hope you can forgive me.” Emma purses her lips together, then looks at Lio with tears in her eyes. She brushes her thumb over the hairs behind his ear. “So loved. So wanted. Never a mistake.” Lio nods, then reaches to hug her. They hold one another tightly.
“Love you, mama.” Lio inhales heavily. “I can see how you wanted to protect me.”
“I love you, Lee. So much sweet boy.” When they pull apart, Emma stands to grab Lio more water, then comes back to the couch.
“She wasn’t even pregnant.” Lio confesses. “False positive.”
“Oh.” Emma blinks. This is the first time she is hearing this. “How does that make you feel?”
“Relieved.” Lio answers honestly. “More than any of the other reasons I said this summer… I just don’t want kids, mama.” Emma nods. She has suspected so for awhile.
“It’s your life. You get to decide. But you need to be more careful because at some point, it becomes not your choice.”
“Kay, pot.” Lio jokes with a light-hearted smirk. Emma tisks, chuckling and smacking Lio’s leg.
“Don’t slut shame your mother. You didn’t see how good James Bond looked that night.”
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A brisk and skin drying wind has picked up on the East coast in the middle of November. Old man winter is roaring its way to the East coast with a winter storm warning in effect beginning tomorrow. With the impending weather, things are sure to get dicey in the booming metropolis of New York City. Despite the lingering effects of his concussion agitating him today, Lio is currently being dragged from room to room in the Bubble Planet by Stella Wood.
“This way! This way!” She yells, struggling to pull his heavy weight with her little body.
“Stell, I’m coming. Just chill.” He laughs.
“She doesn’t know that word. She’s three.” Lucie jokes back to him.
They weave through room after room, each one more exciting than the last. Stella is having the time of her life, especially when she is on Lio’s shoulders, getting to touch the bubbles falling from the ceiling.
“Mama, this is the best day! I wish daddy could come!” Lucie and Lio avoid looking at each other, just like they avoid the giant elephant that is Connor Wood between them.
Although Lucie and Connor have discussed more about what happened this summer, he is not ready to move on. It got particularly heated when Lucie asked if Stella could see Lio. Connor questioned Lucie’s motives, worried about the implications and confusion Stella would have about Connor not being there. These were fair and valid points, but her inquisitiveness hurt less than her tears about missing Lio.
“Baby, you do what you need to do, but I’m not interested in spending time with him or fixing this. I’ve made concessions along the way. This is where I am at. Stell stays here with me.”
Lucie respected that. She dropped it completely. But suddenly the next morning, Connor had given her quiet permission for her to bring Stella to breakfast with Lio. That was a month ago. Connor heads to the rink on days when his girls are meeting up with Lio, always having an excuse about training or treatment or nutrition. Lucie kisses him extra hard on those days, wanting him to know she loves him deeply and understands so much of this is difficult for them.
Now, as she watches Stella up on Lio’s shoulders, all she can fathom is the immense hole Connor’s absence brings.
“Baby, are you getting hungry?” Lucie asks her daughter as they bop out onto the New York avenue.
“Yeah.”
“What do you want?”
“Mac and cheese!”
“You had that for dinner last night.” Lucie laughs.
“She is a good Swiss girl!” Lio nods approvingly.
“Her favorite is Kraft.” Lucie points out.
“We’ll work on it. She’s three, ya know.” He jostles Lucie’s shoulder, then immediately regrets it at the way the world swirls upright for a minute. “Oof.” He rubs at his temples.
“Careful, Lee. No setbacks.” Lucie cautions, gripping his shoulder.
The three of them head a few blocks down to a diner, settling into a red booth with huge, plastic menus and a coloring page for Stella. Lio sits on her side of the booth, taking turns coloring a troll in a field of daisy.
“Not pink!” Stella scrunches her nose, pushing Lio’s hand away.
“What? You said I could pick any color.”
“Yeah, any one but pink.”
“You love pink?”
“When I was two.”
Lucie and Lio both snort, attempting to pursue their lips to keep their laughter in. Stella Wood is an absolute hoot.
“Can I share a milkshake with you?” Lucia asks Lio.
“I was gonna share with Stell.”
“Oh, I see how it is.” She raises her eyebrows then looks away with a smirk at her menu. She decides on a simple Strawberry shake. “Stell, do you want to share with uncle Lee?”
“Yeah.”
“Which flavor?”
“Reese’s! His favorite!”
“No, you can’t have those, baby. You’re allergic to peanuts.”
“No peanuts in there?”
“Yes, there is peanut butter.” Lucie calmly reminds her.
“Sorry, Uncle Lee. I get sick.” She pats her little pot belly.
“It’s okay. I was thinking chocolate.”
“Oh yes.” The little girl sighs happily.
The waitress comes and takes their orders. The adults grab cheeseburgers with fries while Stella happily exclaims she needs Mac and Cheese. The waitress practically swoons out of her Keds at how sweetly Stella thanks her for going to get their food. More coloring is done and a quick few games of hangman using three letter words like cat and dog and hat. Stella is getting so good at her ABCs. The milkshakes come out first. Stella watches in awe as the shake is split between two cups for her and her uncle.
“You gonna be able to finish that?” Lio asks.
“Mhm.” Stella nods enthusiastically. With one hand she grabs the glass while the other helps her balance on the table top. She sucks up the milkshake quickly, then sputters, coughing.
“Oh, that was a big sip. It’s cold, huh?” Lucie chuckles, handing Stella her water glass. She holds it up to the little girl’s lips for a sip.
“Ah!” She exclaims. “Mmmm.” She sucks up more of the thick liquid. Lio and Lucie chuckle, watching Stella enjoy her ice cream. Lio leans back farther in the booth, looking across the table at his cousin.
“I’ve had so much fun with you today. I missed this.”
“Me too.” Lucie murmur. Stella coughs again, loudly, then seems to gag. Stella sits up straighter, looking Lucie in the eyes with wide orbs. “Are you okay, baby?” Lucie straightens. Lio sits up as well, reaching out for Stella. She makes a wheezing noise, then sticks her tongue out.
“Oh my god. Stell?” Lucie covers her mouth, watching a red, angry rash begin to form on Stella’s face. Lio grabs Stella as she begins to sway backward.
“She is very warm.”
“What is going on?” Lucie whispers, she looks around the table then she smells it, the faintest whiff of peanut butter coming from the ice cream in the glass Stella was drinking. “Oh my god. Peanut butter.” She reaches for her purse, fumbling around. “Um.. ohmygod.”
“Do you have an Epipen?”
“Um.” She nods vigorously, beginning to pant herself. Her stomach tightens, fear dashes down her spine. She rips her hands through the contents of her purse, looking for the injection she always carries with her since the first reaction Stella had a few months ago in Switzerland. But it wasn’t like this. It was nothing close to this.
“Luc, come on.” Lio calls to his cousin, picking up Stella into his arms. “You’re okay, baby. It’s okay!” He tries for a cheery voice as Stella being to sob. “Luc, dump the purse out.” Lucie picks the bag up, emptying it from the handles. Lio sees the EpiPen immediately, tossing the cap off hastily. He does the injection, pausing to watch Stella’s reaction. Her wheezing gets tighter, but she can no longer speak to him or even cry. Lio’s heart is racing in his chest as he watches her struggle.
“Do you have another one?”
“No! It’s with Connor at home.” She shakes her head frantically. “Oh my god. Someone call an ambulance!” Lucie sobs out to the restaurant. In the haste of dumping her purse out, her phone fell underneath the booth. But she is frozen in paralysis. She can’t move. She can’t breathe. She is forced to watch her baby struggle.
Adrenaline takes over Lio like he was injected with the epinephrine. He calculates out where they are in the city, the amount of time it will take for an ambulance to get there and he knows Stella’s chances of making it are slim with how much she is struggling even after her first injection. He has seen this before with a kid in school when they still lived in Jersey.
“There isn’t time for the ambulance. I’m taking her to Children’s.” The hospital is at the end of the three blocks they walked from Bubble Planet, close to Lucie’s car. Lio secures Stella to his chest and begins to run from the restaurant. He leaves Lucie at the table to scramble her things back into her bag. He runs as fast as his body will go. Stella jostles against his shoulder, going limper and limper and Lio quite literally races against time.
“You’re going to be okay, Stell. it’s going to be okay. I won’t let anything happen to you.” He promises the little girl in his arms.
Tears blur his vision. His concussion rears it’s ugly head, pulsing against his temples and making the sidewalk shift with his blurred vision. He can’t let that stop him. Stella needs him. He pushes his injured and weak body to go harder the next block, dodging pedestrians and cabs in walk ways and dogs on leashes. He hits the emergency entrance of the hospital, screaming for help.
“Help! Please! My nieces is going into shock! She was exposed to peanuts!” Nurses swarm him, snatching Stell immediately and taking over.
“Did you give her Epinephrine?”
“How was she exposed?”
“Is this her first exposure?”
Lio answers the questions as best he can. Yes, ingested and no. He looks over his shoulder, wondering when he can expect to see Lucie. But then they are taking Stella away on her bed. Another nurse holds him back as they rush down the hall with her.
“Sir, I need you to wait in the lobby.”
She is right. He needs to wait for Lucie anyway. But that doesn’t make it easier to turn around. He heads to the doors he just sprinted through, avoiding the gazes of curious onlookers. He walks outside into the cold air. His chest tightens immediately and he turns to the side, looking for something he can vomit into. But then he sees Lucie Wood, rushing down the sidewalk, clutching her purse to her chest, sobbing so loud he can hear every inhale and exhale of her shaking body.
“Luc, they’ve got her.” Lio calls to her. He opens his arms up and Lucie collapses into his body. His shirt is immediately wet from her face. Large hiccups shudder her frame against him. He squeezes her tight, smoothing her hair down. “It’s going to be okay.” Lio whispers to her, hoping that maybe if they chant that together, it will make it real.
Several minutes pass. Lucie continues to sob into Lio’s body, even after he moves her inside to get out of the wind. The doctors come out looking for him, finding him and Lucie together. Stella is stable. They can go see her, but she will need to stay for several hours for monitoring as they had to give her two more injections. Lucie heads right into her daughter’s room, curling up with the little girl who looks drugged and exhausted in the center.
“Mama is here. You’re okay.” She cries to her daughter. Stella is upset and shaken from the ordeal. She clings to Lucie like a monkey, balling her shirt up in her little fists.
“LuLu, do you want me to call Connor?”
“Yes.” Lucie whispers, barely able to get the word out of her shaking lips. She reaches into the back pocket of her jeans, handing her phone to him. “If you call he won’t answer.” She says simply. Lio tries to brush that off like it doesn’t hurt, but it stings as bad as the wind biting his cheeks during his sprint to the hospital.
Lio takes a deep breath, then clicks on Connor’s contact. His heart is pounding in his chest like he’s about to take a face-off in the final minute of a trailing game. He licks his lips, leaning agains the wall, waiting on the call to connect.
“Hey baby! I’m just about to leave.”
“Ah.” Lio coughs. “Hey, it’s Lio.”
Silence.
“Where is Lucie?” A definite snap tightens the words through the line.
“She’s with Stella. She asked me to call you and tell you what is going on.”
“What? Are they okay? What..”
“Lucie is okay.” Lio starts.
“Stell? Whats wrong with her!?” Connor’s voice is beginning to escalate. “What did you do, Lio?” Connor snaps. Lio closes his eyes.
“I didn’t do anything. It was a mistake at the restaurant.”
“Fuck!” Connor yells. “Where are you?”
“At Children’s hospital off 34th.”
“You have to tell me what happened, Lio.”
“I’m trying to, but you’re not letting me get much out here, man.” Connor sighs. Lio takes his silence as compliance. “We were out grabbing lunch and she had an allergic reaction and we had to bring her to the hospital. Her Epipen wasn’t enough.”
“Fuck, I have the second one. We usually have the two together, but Lucie and I had plans the other night and…” Connor’s voice is distraught.
“It happens. But you should get down here. They need you.”
“I’m on my way.”
Lio removes the phone from his ear, looking at the lock screen of Lucie, Connor and Stella. Lio took that photo of them this summer in Switzerland, before everything happened. He sighs heavily, then comes back into the room.
“Connor is coming.” Lio assures Lucie. She doesn’t take her crying eyes off the little girl in her arms. She sniffs and nods in acknowledgement, continuing to touch her daughter’s face soothingly. Lio can’t tell if it’s for Stella or Lucie.
Connor Wood arrives thirty minutes later with squeaking sneakers on the tile floor of the hospital hallway. Lucie and Stella are dozing in an overwhelmed sleep. Lio sits in the chair next to them with one hand on Stella, rubbing her arm. Lucie’s hand clings to his wrist, needing comfort in one of the worst moments of her life.
“I’m a terrible mom.” She had told Lio tearfully.
“You’re not. It was scary.”
“What if you weren’t there?”
“It doesn’t matter. I was.”
“Luc! Stell!” Connor rushes into the room then locks in on Lio. He shifts his worried eyes to the bed, seeing Lucie and Stella curled together. His lips pull into a deep frown, then his eyes seemingly dim when he takes in Lio in the place he should be.
“They’re resting, Lucie is pretty upset.” Lio says as he slowly works his wrist out of Lucie’s grasp. “I’m sorry, I know you don’t want to see me. I’ll leave now, I just didn’t want to leave the girls alone before you got here.”
“What happened?” Connor asks. Lio can see the way his chest rapidly raises and falls beneath the Rangers logo on his chest.
“Stella somehow got a peanut butter shake at the diner. Wrong order. She had some and started having a severe reaction.” Connor’s face gets ghostly pale. He puts his hand on his head over his blue hat, waiting for more. “Um, Luc, She… she panicked. It was all scary. Truly awful. But I gave Stell the injection, but it didn’t do enough. She became mostly unresponsive.” Connor closes his eyes, bringing his hands to his face in anguish. “There wasn’t time to wait for help, so I grabbed Stella and ran here with her.”
“You ran?”
“Yeah. Stell didn’t have time.” Lio reiterates. If he is mad at Lio for that, then so be it. Maybe it was reckless, but Lio had to make a judgement call and Stell is going to be okay because of it. Connor stares at Lio. Then suddenly he steps forward around the bed. Lio stands up taller, preparing for anything. Connor wraps an arm around Lio’s shoulders to bring him into his body. Lio brings his hands up, clasping Connor’s back as they share a deep, sincere hug.
“Thank you.” Connor whispers, tears coating his voice. Lio squeezes Connor tighter, not wanting to let go of his best friend. Suddenly, it hits Lio. How close they were to losing Stell. How dire she had looked when he ran through the doors of the ER. How Lucie had every right to be that terrified at the table. It had been bad. Horrible. Worst case scenario.
Lio can’t help it. He begins to sob. Everything that has happened the last few months weeps out of him. From losing Savannah, to screaming at his parents, to only having his little sister, to losing the three people in this room with him. His concussion… almost losing Stella on that New York street.
“It’s okay, Lee. She’s going to be okay.” Connor puts his hand on Lio’s head. “You saved our girl.” Lio nods, shuddering as he pulls away. Both men wipe their faces with their hands, then look over to the two girls laying in the bed. Stella has a sleepy grin on her face, watching them.
“Daddy!” She giggles, reaching out to him, flexing and unflexing her fingers for him to come closer.
“Hi baby.” Connor smiles brightly, leaning down to kiss her cheeks. “Can I lay with you and mama?”
“Yeah.” Stella yawns as she says the word.
“Sleepy.” Connor chuckles, kissing her again. He curls her and Lucie into his body, trying to be careful not to wake his wife. Lucie jolts up at the feeling of his hands on her. “Me, Luc. It’s me.” She visibly relaxes when she sees her husband. “I’m here.” He brushes her cheek with his thumb.
Lio watches from the end of the bed, then anxiously rubs at his forehead. He clears his throat, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
“Um, well I’ll head out so you all can be together.”
“No, don’t go.” Lucie shakes her head.
“It’s okay, Luc. I’ll see you later.”
“You should stay with us.” Connor says softly. “We want you here.” The insinuation of the we has the corners of Lio’s mouth sliding up.
Lio makes his way back to the chair by the bedside, sitting down in it. Him and Connor share a look of understanding. Lucie trails her nails along Stella’s back as another big yawn stretches her little mouth.
“Uncle Lee?” Stella murmurs.
“Hm?”
“You gonna be here when I wake up?”
“Yeah, Stell.” He sighs. “I’ll be right here.”
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Here are some completely random fun facts about Odysseus' family from various myths:
His grandfather, Autolycus (meaning "the wolf itself", pretty badass) , was a shape-shifting trickster, also known as "the king of all thiefs", with the ability to change the shape of random objects he stole and was also the direct son of Hermes (originally he was just some dude Hermes liked, post-Odyssey he was changed to be his son. I'd say both versions are equally accepted though the son thing wasn't there from the beginning).
Autolycus was also the sworn rival of King Sysyphus, who you might know as that one guy who escaped death and whose punishment for it was pushing a rock for eternity, or that very nice guy from Tartarus in Hades. Autolycus used to steal Sysyphus' cattle and when the latter finally managed to find tangible proof of his guilt he did the only sensible thing he could think of.
He fucked his daughter.
As one does.
As I'm saying this I really want you guys to imagine the Sysyphus from Hades doing all this. Because I find it fucking hilarious.
Also btw, said daughter is named Anticleia and in her youth she was apparantly a companion to Artemis. Absolutely pop off queen.
So Yada Yada time skip and Anticleia promptly moves on from Sysyphus to Laertes of Ithaca, they get married and soon after a baby boy is born. And by soon I mean, pretty soon after. Suspiciously soon after...I think you know where I'm going with this.
YEP, there are some myths where instead of being the son of Laertes, Odysseus is the son of Sysyphus, yet the absolute gigachad that is Laertes still raised the baby as his own.
Now, myths are everything but consistent, and much like Autolycus beings Hermes' son, this connection with Sysyphus was likely added post-Odyssey, meaning that even if this variation of the myth exists, Odysseus was still widely seen as Laertes' biological son and it's pretty safe to say that he's exactly that in both the Iliad and the Odyssey.
Why did I tell you all this then?
Because it's fanfiction material and I want people to use it.
Sooooo, the baby is born and it's time to give him a name, and the one to do just that is Autolycus, for whatever reason. I mean from what I've read Anticleia actually insisted he named him, so yeah, not super important but I still felt like it was worth mentioning.
So Autolycus cradles his new infant grandson, he looks him in his small baby eyes and says: "You know, I pissed off a fuck ton of people during my life, like really a lot of peeps, so I think I'm gonna name him Hateful."
You think I'm joking but this is kinda how it actually went.
The name Odysseus actually means "To Hate", and yeah, Autolycus specifically chooses it because he himself pissed off a lot of people.
And yeah, that's pretty much it really.
I mean I guess there's the fact that Odysseus got his famous leg scar while hunting with his grandpa, but that's stuff you can read directly on the Odyssey anyway. I just wanted to shine a light on the sheer badassery of this family.
So yeah.
Oh also there are certain myths that say that Homer was Telemachus' son through Nestor's youngest daughter and I think that's kinda neat honestly.
(The girl in question SHOULD be Polycaste, thought some people said it was a different daughter that was apparantly not among the original roster of Nestor's kids which probably means she was written in many years later. Telemachus' love life is actually a bit of a mess really, even putting whatever the hell the Telegony is aside, he's still got at least 3 other possible wives, them being Polycaste, Nausicaa and even Calypso. There is also this one line from the Odyssey where Polycaste bathes him and some people apparantly interpreted it as them banging and it's said she eventually gave birth to a boy named Perseptolis. But yeah, the boy's a womanizer.)
Aaaaand yeah, that's pretty much it.
So what did we learn today? Well, in Odysseus' family the badassery is hereditary it seems.
#odysseus#the odyssey#the iliad#greek mythology#myths and legends#autolycus#Sysyphus#Anticleia#laertes#telemachus#polycaste#homer#epic the musical#hades#I'm honestly putting Hades here only because of the Sysyphus bit
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Memories: Scream Premiere (Y/N Ulrich Universe)
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The end of 2022 and the start of 2023 were a bit crazy to describe it in a way, from the Avatar premieres, the Critic Choice Awards, Jack going to film another movie and you starting to prepeare for your VFX make up career while doing some campaigns for a few brands
But fortunately, march arrived and with that the Scream VI premiere in New York along with the press tour, and just like in december, the living room was a mess with clothes, shoes, accesories and things like that
"I can't wait to wear this bad girls", you smiled admiring your Valentino red platforms
"Wear your tiara to add more drama", Skeet joked
During early february, a small bussiness sent you a tiara with black stones as a gift, which you loved so much that you bought a crystal clear box to display it in your closet
"Dad, if I wear the tiara, I'm going to enter the list of nepo babies everyone hates", you pointed, "And I don't want that"
"A list like that really exist?", Skeet frowned
"It's unofficial, but it does", Naiia responded, "We're not in there"
"But we made a cameo on the NY Magazine nepo baby article", Jakob said, "That was wild, I printed it and hung it in our living room"
"You sounded like Toto Wolff on that episode of Drive To Survive", you laughed, "I have it, I have it printed out"
"That was iconic", Jakob noted, "I'm still waiting for the day he and Christian Horner have a fist fight, I truly believe Toto could beat the shit out of him"
"Or even better, a fist fight between all team principals", Stutz commented, "I'm betting on Guenther"
"Nah, Guenther would just sit, watch and laugh at the fight", you said, "But Zak Brown could beat some of them"
"This year is the Las Vegas Grand Prix, it would happen", Megan pointed
"Are you seriously thinking about adults fighting each other?", Skeet asked still folding clothes
"Which of them are you betting on?", you returned the question, "If we put them in a cage fight"
"Fred Vasseur"
With that answer, the five of you let out an audible gasp for the unexpected answer due to none of you thought of the Ferrari team principal as a potential winner of the fight
Due to none of you had to do a lot of press for the movie, you only had a shared interview with Jack for 'The Drew Barrymore Show' the day after the premiere, the flight was programmed on early saturday, arriving the same day during the afternoon and being stopped a few times at the airport because of fans asking for photos, autographs and even giving small gifts
During the road to the hotel, on Twitter you saw fan accounts posting about the arrival and insta stories from the people at the airport tagging both of you, at what you liked them and sent them a small message in apreciation for waiting at the airport
Arriving at the hotel, you sent Jack a text saying that you arrived while all of you registered to get the room keys and go to the rooms, on the elevator, you recieved a text from Coco Arquette
Coco 🥥
dude, are you here yet??
Y/N 🔪
omw to my room at the elevator
Coco 🥥
can i go??
mom is doing press and i'm bored
Y/N 🔪
ofc
my floor is the eleven
room 1107
Coco 🥥
omw
"Coco is coming", you informed, "She's bored"
"She's attending the premiere?", Skeet asked
"Yep, she's wearing a red dress, very Gale Weathers of her", you responded
"And you're wearing a black dress, which is very ghostface of you", Skeet pointed
"I know, is amazing", you exclaimed, "And we even didn't planned it, that's the best part"
Leaving the glam team on their designated floor, the elevator continued until it stopped at the eleventh floor where the concierge stepped out first with the cart with the luggage to led you to the suite, where while walking close you saw Coco leaning against the wall beside the room door
"Gale-Dewey", you exclaimed claiming her attention
"Billy", she exclaimed back
Since the two of you met a few years ago, both of you often refered each other as your parents characters
"Hi, I missed you", you said hugging her while the concierge opened the door to leave the luggage inside
"I missed you too", Coco said separating from the hug to enter the room with you, "Hi, uncle Skeet"
"Hey, kiddo, how's it going?", Skeet greeted with a fist bump, "Courtney knows you're here?"
"I sent her a text but they're doing press, so she hasn't seen it", Coco shrugged helping you with your luggage while you went to the small kitchen to grab snacks and something to drink
"I'll still text your mom to let her know you're here", Skeet said
"Dad, we'll be gossiping in my room", you anounced entering into one of the rooms
"Have fun and make sure there aren't any hidden microphones or cameras"
Closing the door and leaving the suitcases next to the closet, both of you took off your shoes to sit on the bed and open the snacks and drinks
"You won't guess who talked bad about me", you said while eating from the bag of Skinny POP popcorn
"Who?", Coco asked taking a sip from her Orangina juice
"Tana Mongeau"
"No fucking way! What did she said?"
"Well, I knew about it because a fan on Tik Tok sent me the clip of her podcast, basically she said that I came out of nowhere, that I was going to take advantage of Jack's fame and then jump into another famous guy, that I will be forgotten or live based on scandals, and that my fashion sense was basic as fuck"
"What the hell is her problem? You have been building your career since you were twelve during Riverdale with the cameos and the behind the scenes videos, your multiple campaigns with brands, you did a GRWM for Vogue a month ago, and she's more known for her scandals, didn't she had a baby she didn't know as a wallpaper?"
"Kylie Jenner's daughter, Stormi, it was so creepy, I'm glad they called her out"
"And please, basic fashion sense? You are one of the best dressed people I know, are you going to respond to her?"
"No, I'm going to ignore her, she doesn't deserve my energy"
"Well said", Coco nodded with a high five
"Anyways, how's it going everything on your side?"
During the next two hours, both of you updated on everything in your lives while taking photos and doing tik toks, which one of them was using an audio from 'In The Heights' from the song 'No me diga', or even from the first Scream
It was after the entry of the night and while both of you watched the resume of the qualifying for the Bahrein Grand Prix, the girls time was interrupted
"Tornado, a package arrived for you", Skeet exclaimed
Leaving what you were doing, both of you got out of your room to walk to the living room to see Jack standing there with a bouquet of flowers in his arms, and with comfortable clothes instead of his press outfit
"Babe", you squealed running to him
"Gorgeous", Jack smiled opening his arms for both of you to merge into a hug, "I'm glad you arrived well"
"I'm so glad to be here on time", you said without breaking the hug
The hug lasted a few minutes during which none of you noticed how Coco left the suite to go to her own not without taking a buch of photos of both of you, and Skeet went to his room
"These are for you", Jack said handing you the bouquet
"They are beautiful, thank you so much", you gasped apreciating them, "I'm going to put them in water"
Going into the small kitchen, with the help of Jack, both of you put the flowers in a vase with water and colocate them in your room
"Is the qualifying from today?", Jack asked seeing the screen
"Yes, ", you nodded sitting at the bed at what he did the same, "Max, Checo and Charles are the top three"
"And the guy that sent you that messages last year?"
"Eleven, and his new teammate, eighteen"
"Last year they got a good result, what happened to them?"
"Their car isn't as competitive as last year, the Red Bull on the other hand, is like a rocket ship"
"Basically a season of hearing the dutch or mexican anthems"
"Absolutely, maybe other anthems with luck, but I still want to see Lewis winning again and his eight championship"
"Abu Dhabi was traumatic"
"The FIA did a mess in the last laps, Mercedes owns him the championship"
"Do you think Lewis could swap teams in a future?"
"I honestly don't think so", you sighed, "Toto and him are close, it's like a father-son relationship at this point"
"Just like Charles and Ferrari, Max with Red Bull, Kevin with Haas, Lando with McLaren, Lance with Aston Martin, Esteban with Alpine, Yuki and Alpha Tauri, and etc"
"Exactly, they all have their favorites"
Still hearing the repeat of the qualifying, both of you organized your things in the bathroom and in the small closet, and after you changed in your pajamas, which were one of Jack's long sleeved shirts which was a bit big on you and comfy shorts, both of you lay in your bed to continue watching the highlights of the qualifying until eventually both of you fell asleep
The sunday, it was a lazy day for everyone, during the morning you and Jack woke up a bit early to watch the race, which started good for Red Bull with a 1-2, and then all the cast from the preview movie and the recent one hang out in the terrace of the hotel, slightly remembering the mini reunions during filming
When the monday arrived, which was the day of the premiere, the preparations started since early in the morning
"Everytime there's a premiere I feel like going to the MET Gala", you joked while the glam team did your hair and make up, "Especially being in this hotel"
"One day you will be there", Nora said while prepearing the dress, shoes and accesories, "Don't worry"
"Manifesting"
"What's the theme this year?", Skeet asked
"Karl Lagerfeld:A Line of Beauty", you responded, "He created iconic moments and looks in fashion, but doesn't excludes that he was a shitty and horrible person"
"What would you wear if you were going this year?", Tessa asked straightening your hair
"Chanel, and tweed", you quickly answered, "With pearls, you can't fail with that, and let's pray that men don't appear in black boring suits"
"Amen", everyone in the room exclaimed
The rest of the glam session continued with small talking and comments about the process of the looks, and scrolling through Twitter
"Guys, we created a masterpiece, again", you concluded seeing the entire look in front of the mirror, "This is not regular ghostface, this is cunty ghostface"
"What the fuck did you just said?", Skeet laughed while getting ready
"I mean, ghostface slays all the time, but this is fashionable ghostface", you explained also laughing, "Can you imagine a MET Gala horror themed? It would be awesome"
When both of you were ready, they took a few photos for social media and you did a few Tik Toks with audios from the movies, including the iconic "please don't kill me Mr. Ghostface, I want to be in the sequel", before going to the lobby and walk in the middle of the fans and paparazzi to the van
"Y/N, you look beautiful", one person exclaimed
"Thank you", you exclaimed in response before getting on the van
Fortunately, the ride wasn't long, so you arrived at the place of the premiere quite early, seeing more fans and paparazzi on the entrance
"Demi Lovato is already here", Rachel informed seeing her phone
"Really?", you asked with excitement
"She was one of the first to arrive", Rachel nodded
"I can't wait to met her", you squealed
Finally getting out of the car, you were welcomed by screams of fans and flashes from the paparazzis, stoping to take photos with them and giving autographs before entering
"How are you feeling the shoes?", Skeet asked while waiting to step into the red carpet
"Surprisingly, they are comfortable", you responded, "Besides, I used higher and pointy heels for the canadian premiere of Avatar, so I'll be good"
When they let you step into the carpet, you and your dad posed together for a few photos until you jokingly pushed him aside to take individual photos, then taking some with Melissa and then going back to take individual photos, until you felt a pair of arms you knew very well circling your waist
"Hi", you smiled turning your head to look at him, "You look more handsome"
"You look more gorgeous", Jack said kissing your cheek being careful of your make up and hair
Taking advantage of the moment, the press took photos and videos, some while you weren't paying attention to them, and then looking at the cameras and doing different poses
While Jack took some individual photos, you went and took some with the girls and also with Coco, before stepping aside so the cast and crew can take the group photo, until you heard your name being called by the cast to join the group photo, at what you trotted to stand between Jack and your dad
"How did you run with platform heels?", Jamine asked
"Dude, I don't know", you laughed
After the photos were taken, it was time for the interviews, the first one with Seventeen and then Vogue, when they gave you the instructions of what to say
"Hi Vogue, I'm Y/N Ulrich, I'm so happy to be here at the Scream 6 premiere, my dress is a Balmain, and I chose it because reminded me of the Ghostface costume, and this franchise has being part of my life since I was a little girl, so being here is so special, and tonight is the first time I'll be seeing the movie, and I hope everyone enjoys it, have a great night"
Fiishing that small segment, you went with MTV, where they gave you a mini mic
"It's a baby tiny mic", you exclaimed watching the mic, "I love it"
"Fisrt of all, it's an honor to be in front of horror royalty, the Ghostface Princess", the girl interviewing you said, "I feel like there's a lot to unravel of your outfit, which is amazing, so can you please give us the whole context"
"Of course", you nodded, "First of all, I have to give credits to my stylist whom I like to call my fairy godmothers because they make this possible, um, the dress is a Balmain which we chose beacuse the sleeves are like the Ghostface robe, and then we wanted to add pops of color red, which ended in the red platforms and my clutch, my earrings are mini bowie knives, the iconic Ghostface weapon, the rings which are from a local bussiness from LA are like the blood spilling and the iconic ghostface mask"
"And your make up is spectacular, I love the eyeliner and the red lips"
"Thank you so much, it's like what Taylor Swift said: 'draw the eyecat sharp enough to kill a man'"
"That's so genius, I love it, and please can we get a closer look at the nails because they are a piece of art", laughing you raised your hands so the camera could focus your nails, "Now that we did the outfit appreciation, we can talk about the reason why were here, the movie, you have a cameo, you met your boyfriend Jack in here, how does it feel to be part of this iconic franchise?"
"It feels like a full circle moment, you know, having seen the four first movies at eight years old, I watched them with dad and he told me behind the scenes, Neve, Courtney, Matthew, Rose, Jamie, Drew are like uncles and aunts to me, having a cameo and meeting Jack was so incredible, so yeah, it's amazing being oficially part of this legacy", you responded, "And also with this cast we are a big happy family, I love everyone"
"What can you say about the movie were about to see?"
"Well, I only was there one day to film my part and never returned to the set, because I hate spoilers", you laughed, "I only known the basic of the movie, and the change of scenary to this big city I think is an amazing concept, and what Radio Silence has done since they took charge of the story is incredible, they are continuing the legacy of Wes and honoring him, which I think is the most important, so yeah the way they create and develope storylines is one of the best thing I've seen, and happy to be part of it"
"Well, thank you so much for talking with us, it's always a pleasure"
"Thank you so much for having me, have a great night"
"You too"
Finishing the round of interviews, you went to the sidelines where you stayed with Anna to talk, and then walking to the theatre with everyone to watch the movie, and grabbing popcorn and something to drink
And after the directors and the cast, in which again insisted that you stand with them for the segment at what you accepted, said a few words about the film and thanking everyone for being present to watch it
"I'm excited", you smiled while the lights started to fade
"Any predictions on who Ghostface might be?", Jack asked
"I let you know after a few minutes of the movie", you responded
Being anxious of your reaction when the reaveal comes, Jack only smiled in a mischieview way
Certainly, you were shocked because the change of style of the openning but in a good way, and then you were mad at Sam's therapist
"There's us", you smiled seeing the small scene
"I'm so happy that I asked you on a date", Jack said in a small voice
"And I'm happy that I accepted", you responded in the same tone resting your head on his shoulder
For the rest of the movie, you resisted the urge to bite your nails, instead holding Jack's hand or arm, and also regretting not being on set for the shrine filming days because of your "no spoilers" rule, and also laughing when Ethan said the phrase 'am I going to die a virgin?'
When the third act started, you were already in tears because all the injured or dead characters that you didn't notice how Jack got his phone out to film your reactions
"Holy shit", you murmured after Wayne Bailey revealed himself as a ghostface, and then the ghostface at his left started to lift his mask leaving you more shocked, at what you turned to look at your boyfriend, "You're ghostface"
"Surprise", Jack laughed
"Oh my God", you murmured returning to watch the movie, only to see Liana's character alive being the third ghostface, "Oh my God!"
Apparently your voice resonated in the theatre because you heard some laughs
For the entire third act you were at the edge of your seat watching how everything was developing, and suffering by the way Ethan died, and then cheering when Sam and Tara's plan worked and the core four, Kirby, Gale and Danny were alright
"My honest opinion of Ethan, good boy and ghostface: it was hot", you said to Jack while the credits started, "You nailed it"
"Really?"
"Absolutely, by the way, please, if your comfortable, can you please call me 'sweet dumb thing'?"
Laughing a little, Jack got a bit closer to you until his face was next to your ear
"Sweet dumb thing", he said in a low voice that made you giggle
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yn.ulrich happy Scream VI premiere day for those who celebrate!!
I just saw the movie, and I swear this is no biased, but is absolutely amazing, you are not ready for everything that is going to happen
Congratulations to the amazing cast and crew who worked really hard on this film, you did a fantastic job by assembling everything
don't forget to purchase tickets in your nearest theatre
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jackchampion I can't get over how beautiful you looked tonight
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screammovies it was an honnor to have royalty watching our bloodshed
julrich21 you see her all glam in the carpets but in reallity she dresses like a homeless when she's at home
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What are your favourite moments of Steve Rogers in the MCU?
Oh, so many! I'm going to only mention a few because if I mention them all.... you'd get the longest ask in Tumblr history 😜
This is the moment he became my favourite Avenger:
I joined the MCU with AoU in 2015 so I watched the previous movies out of order. When I saw this scene I remember thinking "Yep, I'm sorry Thor but you're 2nd now, this guy is my #1 Avenger from now on!" 😂
In TFA, most people will point out the "I don't like bullies, I don't care where they're from" and don't get me wrong, I love that line. But I would choose the dialogue that happens right before that one:
Steve: "Where are you from?"
Erskine: "Queens. 73rd Street and Utopia Parkway. Before that, Germany. This troubles you?"
Steve: "No."
It's a small thing but I can't imagine many people being so accepting of German citizens at the time, and the fact that Steve didn't mind at all proved he was a smart man, way before he got that serum.
Another is in AoU:
Dunno, it's a kind of self-awareness that I really like about him.
Do deleted scenes count?
I love this one because he doesn't get mad even though he's the exact opposite of a fascist. He takes off the helmet and focuses on helping people who probably hate him or (what they think) he represents. He doesn't do it for himself nor does he try to get any recognition or anything, hell if he could have taken off his suit right then and there he would have done it. He just went to Sokovia to help, that's all that mattered to him. And if the people he was saving hated him... so what?
This glorious moment...
How can anyone not love this man? What is not to love?!! No, really.
I love this part in AoU because he knows he can lift it but he's pretending not to and that means 1) he's the sweetest thing alive, 2) he wants to prove himself to himself, he doesn't need other people's approval, 3) he doesn't want to rule Asgard just in case that whole thing was real and he got in a lot of trouble for lifting a freaking magic hammer.
(Also, I love him in that blue shirt. That blue shirt gives me life.)
These two brutes (affectionately for Thor, not so much for Stark) going at it like kids until Steve shows up and stops it. This is fresh-from-the-ice Steve who has found out recently that aliens are on Earth, but he's acting like a mature man who can manage to use his brain instead of turning to violence for no reason (and some people claim all he does is punch his way out of things... my my).
And yes, I left CW for last. You know why, I'm sure. But still, he's got great scenes in that one too:
God, I love that line.
This dialogue should have been longer but he's being a big bro to Wanda, he cares for his teammates and he's talking about how he sees his work. If only CW was a Cap movie...
And this. Not only do I like that he's reading the Accords, but this panel proves he's not against accountability.
Anyway, there are many more but this got long enough! Now I miss Steve even more. More blue shirt? Hell, yeah.
I love him.
#steve rogers#I miss him and I want him back#but not with the current writers#and yes... I didnt mention EG. I'm sure you know why too lol
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Hello!!! For the character asks game, I’ve got four for you for your icon there, Mick Rory: 2, 7, 8, and 21, if you feel so inclined!
Aww, my icon indeed <3
2. Favorite canon thing about this character?
His loyalty. An underrated thing about Mick Rory. If he’s on your side, he’s never leaving it, and he would die for you. I just queued a gifset of the season 6 (I think?) scene where Mick persuades Sara to come home and tells her she’s his oldest friend (the ‘Rogue Canary with the missing member’ feels, I swear) and it’s like. He was devoted to Len for 20 years, in whatever way you want to interpret that devotion, and he gave that loyalty to Sara - who he calls Boss just enough times that you feel it - and that was no small thing for him. But he would defend her life with his, along with the rest of the Legends. And he did, a lot.
7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?
The sheer weight and quality of creative fanon means we have so much history to draw on for Mick in fic. And it all comes from very few references. Burning down his house. The fight in juvie. The 30-year partnership with Len. And that’s… about it, I think? But look at the amount of young coldwave/young Mick fics and headcanons those lines have spawned. Incredible. I’ve never written a character (or pairing) with so much glorious fanon backstory. It is a gift. (And the fandom didn’t even do all that much with the rich vein of everything we learned later about his family. We had already had given ourselves so much to work with!)
8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?
It’s kind of related to my answer to question 2. I’m not a huge fan of the general fandom opinion that Mick was only ever mistreated by the Legends (or the writers) and hated every second of his time on the Waverider. Opinions will vary, of course, but I adore that found family for Mick. We do not speak of season two, which was poorly written and used Mick as a plot point, but for the most part after that I think it was clear that Mick loved the Waverider crew and vice versa. He grew as a person a lot on that ship, and he had an arc that I liked a lot overall, with some fantastic unlikely friendships. We got writer!Mick, and dad!Mick, and right-hand-man-to-Sara!Mick, and the growth of so many relationships we never could have predicted (don’t tell me he didn’t freaking adore Ava by the end, after the inevitable rocky start between them), and I loved it all. At times the writers liked to use him for a source of quick comic relief, and at other times his storylines were weird or nonexistent, and there was a little too much ableist writing there, but I still liked where he went on that show. I suspect it comes down to people who only like Mick with Len (romantically or otherwise) who didn’t like to think that Mick could have - and did have - a life beyond the Rogues. And I say all of this as a still deeply devoted coldwave fan, for they are truly my OTP. But still. I love Legends Mick, in a very different way from how I love Flash Mick, and I love the way he grew beyond Len.* Is a lot of my Legends Mick headcanon? Yep. Do I care? Nope. They gave me just enough to work with. :)
*I’m so tempted to get into how, while I love Mick with Len, their relationship was deeply codependent and Len clearly kept him from growing because he was a possessive bastard who loved Mick but also wanted to control his partner on his own terms. And how, even though it took Mick a while to realise he could be his own person outside of that partnership, he grew in some directions he never could have if Len hadn’t died. But that’s off topic - and hey, that headcanon is already in quite a few of my fics, with room for more… P.S. Did I mention I love coldwave and am also quite fond of Len (the possessive bastard) okay good
21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?
I love autistic Mick headcanons and playing with them. And of course, I love everything you can do with coldwave, because of all the fanon stuff I mentioned above. Hey maybe it’s time for another coldwave fic…
Character ask meme
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Sebastian Kydd x Virgin! Reader
Summary: Reader and Sebastian have a fun evening planned when reader decides she finally is ready to have sex with Sebastian.
Warnings: Smut, people in love (They’re so in love it’s sickening).
Word count: 2,019
“Hello?” I say as I answer my cellular phone. “Hey, its me.” I hear Sebastian say. “Hi Seb.” I say smiling. “So I have an idea.” He says, I can hear his smile. “And what is your idea?” I ask unable to contain my smile. “I’ll pick you up from work, take you to the football game and then we can head to my place.” He says. “I’d love that.” I whisper. “I’ll see you in a few hours, I love you.” He says. “I love you.” I say before hanging up. This was going to be a long day.
After what felt like centuries it was finally time to close up and be with Sebastian, just as I locked the door I heard the loud rumble of a sports car. I turned around to see Sebastian getting out of a Porsche Spyder. “Is that the James Dean car?” I ask in shock. “She sure is.” He says pulling me into a hug and kissing my head. “Hi.” I whisper as I tightly hug him. “How was work today?” He asks. “Good, just one rude person today.” I say smiling. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my lips. “I’m excited to spend the night with you.” He says. “Me too, I told my parents I was sleeping over at mouse’s.” I say with a giggle. “Well that means we can spend all day together snuggling bed.” He says pressing kisses all over my face. “You ready to go?” He asks. “Yep, I haven’t been to a game all season.” I say excitedly. “Well we are about to change that.” He says helping me into the car. He got in and held my hand as we drove to the high school stadium. He parked the car, we went to the ticket booth and he bought our tickets and two bags of popcorn. “It is chillier than I expected.” I say snuggling into him. “Here.” He says smiling as he slides his jacket off and puts it over my shoulders. “Thank you.” I say smiling. We found a spot and sat down right before the game.
“That was a great game!” I say as we walk to the car. “Castlebury is undefeated!” He yells. “WOOO.” I yell. We both start laughing once we get in the car. “So it’ll be about an hour drive from here, does that sound ok?” He asks before he pulls out of the parking lot. “Of course! I can’t wait to see your new place and well, getting to spend time with you is a plus.” I say holding his hand. I do have to say, the drive in such a small car wasn’t the most pleasant experience I’ve had but it was worth it and I was with him. After the long drive we finally made it to his loft. It was really nice, the only odd thing was how many skateboards were around. “I can tell you hate skateboarding.” I say with a laugh. “Sorry about the mess.” He says picking up the boards and some shirts. “I’m trying to start a company with clothes for skateboarders.” He says tossing one the shirts to me. “These are really neat!” I say looking at the design. “Thanks.” He says with a small smile. “How does pizza and a movie sound to you?” He says walking over to the phone. “Sounds great to me.” I say walking over and sitting on the couch making myself comfortable. After he ordered the pizza he grabbed all of his VHS tapes and we looked through them to decide on a movie. We eventually decided on watching The Shining, partly because we both know that I hate scary movies so there would be lots of cuddles if we watched it.
“Here’s Johnny!” Sebastian yells when he sneaks up on me while I’m grabbing another slice of pizza. I scream. “Sebastian!” I yell as I playfully smack his chest. “I’m sorry it was just too easy.” He says kissing the top of my head as he hugs me. “Want to start another movie?” I ask. “Sure, whatcha thinking?” He asks. “Not another scary movie please.” I say pouting my lip. “You like that Sixteen Candles movie, right?” He asks. “Of course, you have the VHS?” I ask raising a brow. “Yes, I do.” He says with a laugh. “Well then I guess we have our movie.” I say as we start walking into the living room. He puts the VHS in the player and sits down on the couch next to me. I pulled my legs up on the couch and snuggled into him. “I love you.” He says looking down at me. “I love you more.” I say smiling. “I love you to the moon and back and back again.” He says lovingly stroking my arm. “How are you so perfect?” I ask meeting his beautiful ice blue eyes full of love. After a minute of looking at that beautiful man I tackled him in kisses, I smiled when I felt him smiling. “I am so in love with you Y/n L/n.” He says running his hand through my hair as I lay on top of him. “And I’m so in love with you Sebastian Kydd.” I whisper.
I nuzzled my face into his neck and started placing kisses on the sensitive skin. He tilted his head and let out a soft groan, I felt wetness pooling in my panties. “Sebastian.” I say stroking his cheek. He met my eyes. “I want to have sex with you.” I say quickly. He sat up and moved my legs to where I was straddling him. “Are you sure? I don’t want to rush you.” He says tucking my hair behind my ears. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot, I’m ready.” I say smiling. He leaned forward and pulled my into a feverish kiss as he brought one of his hands up under my shirt, the other was cupping my cheek. This was about as far as we’ve ever went, his rough hands touching my breasts and his soft lips against mine. He moved his hands under my ass and lifted me up, carrying me to his bedroom. He gently laid me down on the edge of his bed and grabbed at the hem of my shirt. “Is this alright.” He asks. I nod quickly. “Words baby.” He says. “Yes.” I say smiling. He pulled my shirt off and unclasped my lilac purple bra. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He says looking deep into my eyes, his eyes full of love and lust. He kissed my neck, décolletage and down to my breasts. Kissing each breast as he looked up at me, he pushed my shoulders back gently telling me to lay back.
As soon as I did he started pulling my shorts and panties off of my legs. “If anything makes you uncomfortable, tell me to stop no matter what. Ok?” He asks. “Ok.” I say smiling. He smiles back and starts kissing my thighs. “I’m going to make you feel so good.” He says putting my thighs over his shoulders. When he started making circles over my clit with his tongue I threw my head back, overwhelmed with pleasure. “S-Sebastian!” I yelled when his tongue made its way into my entrance and he made circles over my clit with his thumb. Just as my muscles started relaxing I felt him start putting a finger into my entrance. I whimpered as I felt a sharp pain. “You’re doing so good.” He says stroking my clit as his finger slowly goes deeper into my pussy. I moaned as he curled his finger and rubbed against a certain spot. “I-I think I’m c-close.” I say as I feel a warmth in my belly. “You can do it, cum for me.” He says. When he added a second finger I was done for, I saw white spots and everything went fuzzy for what felt like a couple of minutes while my orgasm rippled through me.
As I regained my senses I felt his tongue lapping up my release, I flinched as his tongue came in contact with my sensitive clit. “You did so good.” He says standing up. He leaned forward and kissed my lips, I could taste myself. “I’ve never felt anything like that. It was amazing.” I say staring up at him. “Do you want more or are you wiped for tonight?” He says smiling. “More, definitely more.” I say excited for whats to come. He walked over to his dresser and opened a drawer, he pulled out a blue wrapper, undid his belt and pulled off his jeans and boxers. He tore the wrapper open with his teeth and rolled the condom on his cock. He grabbed another item from the drawer, I just wasn’t sure what is was. I watched as he walked over to the bed and ran his hand over my pussy, collecting my slick and rubbing it over his cock. “What’s that?” I ask looking at the bottle he just picked up. “Its lube, it’ll make it easier to fit inside you.” He says as he puts some on his cock and strokes it a few times. I nod.
“I’m going to go slow and I won’t move until you tell me I can.” He says smiling before he pushes his tip inside me. I sharply inhale. “You’re doing so good.” He says, lightly rubbing my clit. He pushed in until I was completely full, our hips flush together. “Are you doing ok?” He asks as he slowly circles his hips. It felt so so good. “I’m doing great.” I say stroking one of his hands that was holding my hip. “Is it ok if I move now?” He asks. “Yes.” I whisper. He completely pulled out and thrusted back into me, my jaw fell slack and he let out a groan. The spots he was hitting felt so amazing and I already felt another orgasm brewing. “Are you going to cum for me again?” He asks as I start squeezing around him. “M-mhm.” I moan out. “Good girl, cum for me.” He says as he starts circling over my clit. I arched my back and screamed as my second orgasm washed over me, this one stronger than the last. “Good, good girl.” I could faintly hear him say. He thrusts slowly became messy and soon enough he was collapsing on his arms above me, careful not to crush me. I felt his cock twitching inside of me as he thrusted a few more times.
“That was amazing.” I whisper as his lips hover right above mine. “You did so good baby.” He says kissing me. He pulled me upright and put his hands under my ass and lifted me up. “Lets get you cleaned up.” He says, his cock still buried deep inside me. I leaned my head on his shoulder and sighed. He set me down on the bathroom counter and pulled out, the coldness of the counter was a bit of a shock against my warm skin. He twisted the knobs on the bathtub and it started filling with warm, steamy water. I watched as he slid the condom off, tied it off and threw it in the trash. He leaned down and grabbed something from one of the cabinets below me. “Which bubble bath? Lavender or citrus?” He asks holding the two bottles up. “Lavender.” I say smiling. “Good choice.” He says pouring some into the tub. I watched as it filled and when the bubbles almost overflowed from the tub he turned the water off and turned to me. “Your relaxing bath awaits.” He says as he helps me off of the counter onto shaky legs. “Come in with me.” I say. “Okay.” He says smiling. He got in first and helped me in, I laid my head against his warm chest as he ran his fingers through my hair. “I love you Y/N/N.” He says. “I love you Seb.” I say kissing his chest.
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Long way to the truth
Cw: ptsd nightmares,paranoia,Lucas having a small breakdown bcs he gets stuck in a motel bcs of the rain.
->Chapter 2: Alabama/Missisipi
Next morning he found himself with all his possesions and his van intact. Lucas sits up and stretches out, letting out a strained grunt as his muscles get pulled.
This was going to fuck with his back later, he just knows it.
Passing his hands across his face, he gets ready for the Next leg of the journey. Lucas sits on the drivers Seat with the keys in the ignition, a yawn escapes him and he considers just for a moment to go back to bed,his face rests on the steering wheel.
And then his eyes look at the sun visor and he remembers the picture there. He sighs and reincorporates himself, theres only one way to fully wake himself up.
He knows hes going to hate himself for It.
If Wheeler did this to him once,he can survive it.
So what does he do? He takes off his tank top and opens the drivers door,stepping into the cold breeze of the winter
Lucas goes stiff as a board,goosebumps all over his skin. He starts cussing himself and wheeler out as he stretches out his legs and torso while the cold air bites at his skin.
Yep, he was fully awake now.
As soon as hes done limbering up, he hops right back into the van, puts on his tanktop and snatches one of his hoodies as he turns on the van and then the AC
--God FUCKING damnit Alphonso and the whole fucking platoon-- he grumbled-- stupid FUCKING idea. --He drives along the highway while cussing out the cold and anything related to it.
He still remembers the first time he had suffered the same way he did just now, during the war, he wanted to overlseep for just one day, and what did Alphonso do? He snatched him out of bed with the help of a few buddies and threw Lucas into the cold morning air without his shirt on.
Lucas Will never live down the absolute girlish scream that left him,he soon warmed up whilist chasing Alphonso around to get back his shirt.
Its a fond memory that makes him smile,but also curse that day when it happened. Worst experience of his LIFE.
Eventually, he does find his way to a local dinner where he orders some breakfast and sits there in a booth to Mark out the rest of his route in his map.
But his attention does get pulled away as a family passes by him. He looks at the parents play with their child, he sighs a little sad.
He always wanted to settle down,to at least marry someone he loves and have a calm life. If he ever were to have kids,he'd Like to be just as fatherly as Alphonso was towards him (Which was a lot). Given the twists and turns of his life, he hasnt gotten the chance yet- if he ever does get it.
A part of him doesnt like this whole crusade hes doing,he would very much be in his family's house near the lake, making merry with his family and what little Friends he has.
Yet it wouldnt sit right with him if he let all of this pass, he wouldnt do Wheeler like that. He wont forget and he Will see it through.
Lucas just wished that the road wasnt so lonely.
His food arrives not shortly after hes ordered it, he thanks the waiter and keeps marking out his route. The waiter sees him and adds-- oh by the way,theyll be doing some maintenance to the bridge on that road you wanna go thru, youll have to take a detour here-- he points at the map.
--Oh, wasnt aware- thanks
The waiter nodded and shortly after he Walked away. Small gestures like that really did stick with him, he wasnt very used to those kinds of things.
Post breakfast, he return to his van and resumed his drive. Now in early morning,the houses were bathed in golden light as the sun slowly pushed its way upwards,a few clouds litter the Sky and the birds begin their morning choir.
Lucas feels a lot better now that he had breakfast, a lot less zombie and more like a person. Mindlessly,he fiddles with the radio trying to find a good station to listen to, he was one of those guys who went about his life listening to music.
"Tommy used to work on the docks, union's been on strike
He's down on his luck, it's tough, so tough
Gina works the diner all day, working for her man
She brings home her pay, for love, mmm, for love"
He smiles at the song,oh he loves this one.
As sappy as it was, the message of the song was something that he could relate to. What he was doing could count as a labor of love, of dedication.
If he was being honest,there were days where he couldnt even get out of bed or live with himself. There were days where he wouldve loved to stay in bed all day and slowly rot away, but he knew that he had to Keep going, not so much for a chance at vindication but more like living for his best friend and mentor.
"She says, "We've gotta hold on to what we've got
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot for love
We'll give it a shot"
Whoa, we're half way there
Whoa oh, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear
Whoa oh, livin' on a prayer"
He had to hold on to what little he got,Wether that was this mission or his loved ones back in Florida. He had to Keep going for Wheeler and all of those who lost their lives at the hands of the goverment.
Midway through his drive through Alabama,he notices a Man parked to the side of the road, fiddling with his car's engine.
Lucas takes a moment to consider his options,a sigh escapes past his lips as he also notices little kid inside the car.
His paranoia would advice him to not stop and Keep driving,but his Morals tells him otherwise. With a begrudging sigh, he pulls to the side of the road and hops off, he walks up to the guy, tan skin and black hair.
--need help with that,Man?-- he asked, getting the Mans attention.
--Yes,please-- the Man replied,looking at the engine. -- it started making some god awful noises, and it smelled foul in the car. -- he anxiously checks his watch-- 'm late for my kids school already
The Man before him spoke with a hispanic accent, it reminds Lucas of Alphonso's latin roots. Now hes even more compelled to help the guy, he nodds and checks for the damage around the car.
He cant help but notice the foul smell of oil,he checks the lights on the dashboard And he clicks his tongue-- ah heres the issue, you need your oil changed, that explains the noise and the smell
--chinga' madre-- the Man muttered,passing his hands across his face-- I was supposed to get it changed today, just after I dropped my kid to school
Lucas quickly darts his gaze to the kid in the backseat, just looking at the Sky though the Window. Then he walks back to the Man and says-- I have a bit of spare oil in my van,'m on uh a r-roadtrip, I can change it for you, im a huge handy man
--Please, thank you-- he replied.
--papa! Preguntale si puede arreglarnos la radio!--Said the kid from the back Seat (dad! Ask him if he can fix our radio).
--Thats uh- my kid. Shes been begging me to get the radio fixed, I havent had the time for it
Lucas chuckles, he knew basic spanish thanks to Alphonso, so he got the gist of it-- youre in luck then- I am- I was a radioman during the Vietnam war, I know my way 'round a stereo
--you dont have to- its gonna take some work and I dont want to waste more of your time
--s'no Biggie,I promise-- he replied-- just lemme get my tools out
After changing the oil and making sure the car worked, Lucas sits on the passenger Seat Next to the Man as he fixes up the car's radio. It was a wiring issue that he had encountered before,peeled wires that touched but didnt really send any power to the radio.
--The systems pretty old,no wonder the wires got worn down-- Lucas commented as he finished up his work and slid the radio back into place. Then he gestures at the radio-- well,what does the little Lady wanna listen to?
The kid lunges forward between the two seats,scaring the hell out of both men. She turns on the radio and takes a second to find her favorite station,and to his surprise its the same station he listens to.
"Tommy's got his six string in hock, now he's holding in
When he used to make it talk so tough, ooh, it's tough
Gina dreams of running away
When she cries in the night, Tommy whispers
"Baby, it's okay, someday"
We've gotta hold on to what we've got
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot for love
We'll give it a shot"
--Shes a metalhead Like her mamma-- the dad explains,a little embarassed.
--She has good taste, I listen to this station too-- Lucas answers with a smirk-- raisin' them right
--gracias señor!--Says the child, giving Lucas a big hug,he pats her arm with a smile.
--No hay de que, tengan un buen día los dos-- he sounds sooo gringo while he talks but the kids smile is so bright he can forget his embarassment.
he kid pulls away and the hispanic Man says-- im Dante,by the Way. This is my kid Sofía- youve got some decent spanish
--Decent is a bit of an overstatement-- the ex soldier replied, a little meek-- im uh- Lucas
--Who taught you that?
--My captain- He grew up in a hispanic household, he gave me an earful every time I got a words wrong so- I had to learn the hard way
Dante laughed and nodded in agreement-- poor bastard,wheres your captain now? --Lucas keeps quiet and the other Man nodds and adds-- sorry
--s'alright been 30 somethin years-- he replied, a Sting in his chest.
--Still,thank you for everything-- the hispanic Man added,offering his hand. Lucas takes it and both shake hands.-- takes a lotta strength to be kind to a world that has caused you so much pain
--Dont mention it, ill get outta your hair now-- Lucas smiles awkwardly and lets go of the hand-- and uh- thanks.
Walking back into his van,he happily waves the family goodbye as they drive off.
A heavy feeling sits in his chest, so far hes told two people that hes been dealing with his pain for thirty years,that its nothing to him at this Point.
He was lying, there wasnt a DAY where his guilt and shame didnt eat him from the inside, there wasnt a day where grief tried to sink him into a pit of Despair.
Was he saying that to people for their own well being or his? Was that his way of telling himself that he should move on already?.
Lucas takes a quick look at his watch,if he wants to make it to Mississippi by tomorrow,he better hurry up.
To Keep himself sane, he keeps in minds Dante's words and ups the volume of the radio. He takes a deep breath and turns on the van,pulling It back into the road.
"Whoa, we're half way there
Whoa oh, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it I swear
Whoa oh, livin' on a prayer
Livin' on a prayer
Oh, we've gotta hold on, ready or not
You live for the fight when that's all that you've got
Whoa, we're half way there
Whoa oh, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it, I swear
Whoa oh, livin' on a prayer"
Soon he finds himself jamming out to the song,singing along and smiling just a little bit. There was something about him helping strangers even if his paranoia told him otherwise,he always felt compelled to do the right thing,even if he didnt have the energy for it.
Lucas was a good Man,sadly he couldnt see it himself.
He doesnt get to Mississippi that day,it kind of annoys Him a little. But he knows that if he wasnt for him,Dante would still be stuck in the side of the road.
Its not that he regrets it, its that he wishes he could stay on track. Just like he did in the army,the guilt of each passing Day without answers is getting heavier, he wishes he could just *do it* Like he did in the army.
But then again,plenty of things have changed since his army days,hasnt it?
Yet he couldnt extend that same mercy to himself, he didnt feel worthy of it. After killing his best friend and mentor, how could he be nice to himself when he caused the pain he feels?.
A sudden noise of static makes him snap out of his thoughts,his eyes dart to the radio equipment behind him, its crammed but he managed to squeeze through.
Expert hands finetune the signal's frequency to match the incoming broadcast. He zeros in flipping switches and turning the handles, its garbled and his foot kicks the spare car battery that the equipment is hooked on -- cmon y'son of a bitch
he only has a bit of his equipment hooked to the car battery, hes sure that if he had his whole set up working, this would be easier. And hes not about to go out and mess with one of the Many antennas hes got within that van, its the middle of the night and he doesnt want to look weird in case somebody shows up, less witnesses (And less embarassment experienced).
《Recent discoveries...-- codename Rainbow- collective unconcious》
--c'mon c'mon c'mon...--He mutters, the transmission still garbled. Lucas sighs and curses under his breath, eyes setting on the nearest radio antenna and snatching It.
He opens the back door of the van and with the help of a stepladder he climbs up the van and sets the antenna on the roof of the vehicle.
When he returns back to the van, the signal stabalizes a little but its quiet. The way he works the radio equipment is truly a sight to see, tired eyes set on the visualizer of the radio wave and pray he hears something.
A few minutes go by as he sits there in wait, yawning and eyes Teary as the wear and tear of the trip slowly takes A hold of him. His head ends up being held up by his hand,with closed eyes and on the brink of falling asleep he finally hears.
《MILTON-HAVEN》
--JESUS CHRIST--It startled him, sending Him back flying and falling onto the Many bags and boxes behind him. The impact hurts his back and he groans-- motherfucker...-- he rolls onto his side before the transmission goes out.
But its a start, its a clue.
He had place the origin of the broadcast somewhere around Washington. "Milton-haven" must be a city or a town there.
A little in pain,but happy,he sits up and puts down the antenna,tucking it back where it was and closing the door. Just in case and asleep as he was, he does stay awake just a little more to make sure nobody saw him.
Lucas sits in the dark, rifle by his side, eyes falling closed and back aching. But its a necessary measure, paranoid? Probably. Hes seen things,hes heard things he isnt supposed to, he knows that. They know that,and hes not taking any chances.
Thankfully,sleep does find him, he lays down in that sleep bag and underneath the starlit Sky,silent, he gives into exhaustion (and hopes that fall doesnt fuck him over in the morning)
Mud sticks to soles of his boots,heavy with each step. Above him the Sky is red and each bullet looks like its made of Fire, theres static in the air and the humidity in the air smells foul.
Hes got to find him hes got to-
--CAPTAIN!--he Shouts over the storm of bullets over his head, repting on the ground with short ragged breaths, they mix with whatever is in the air, with each inhale this weird awful taste of mercury And chemicals set in his tongue.
"Where the hell is he?!" Lucas thinks,reaching the base of a tree
And then a scream rings in the air, a cacophony of them. He turns to see blood mix with the Mud,theres something moving underneath the earth and its disturbing to see.
His eyes dart all around the place,wherever he set his eyes on,his Friends and anyone he knows are being torn to shreds. Clothes,flesh and even bone fell to the ground and sank in the Mud, and that when his own mortality hits him like a punch in the gut.
He was barely 18,just a child in the grand Scheme of things. He finished highschool last year
Last year he was laughing and Rolling around in the dirt with his Friends.
wasnt it just yesterday when he participated in the robotics club? When he won his first engieneering competition?
Wasnt he just thirteen a few hours ago he was all excited for highschool?
Its like he was ten just minutes ago,coming home from school and hugging his big dog and telling good ol Rose about his day in school.
Hell...,wasnt he three years old seconds ago as he held on to his dads hand as he Walked his first steps?
Jesus christ,he was just a kid,what was he doing here?!
Lucas has tears running down his eyes,they feel heavy and mercury like as they drench his skin and gear. His heart feels like its going to explode,he cant tell if the drumming in his ears were bombs or the his pulse.
His nails splinter and break as he climbs up a tree, hooking his foot on a hollow in the bark for leverage,but as he reaches the tree he rolls his ankle pretty bad. The warmth of the pain and blood rushing mixes with the shaking of his hands,his knees feel weak but his muscles are tense as shit.
Back pressed against the sturdy bark of the tree. He curls into himself, not even noticing the Weight of the rifle as it swings to his side,it doesnt fall just because he has It slung over his shoulder.
With his knees against his chest, his hands go to cover his ears to drown out the piercing,blood curling,pained screams of his Friends. Where the hell was Alphonso?!
The musky,metallic Air of blood and chemicals stick to his skin, the heat is unbearing even if his blood is running cold.
Everything is so hazy, Like a dream,Like static in the radio frequency,he cant think,he cant move. A scream of madness escapes him --MAKE IT STOP!--he curls further into himself, he just wants his home,his silence, his peace.
And then....hes Back home?
Standing over the lake, hes got his hunting rifle in hand,he swears he can hear his dog barking in the distance. Above him the Sky is clear and nice with starts that shine a faint electric blue,his ears feel like theyre filled with static.
--Rose? Where are you girl?-- he shouts,looking around-- C'mon girl!
No reply.
He sighs and passes his hands across his face, but the water ripples And he gets distracted from thinking what he was doing here. It was like a dream,Like he had an objective but he didnt know what.
In the lake,a few more ripples shake the water, his eyes blink a few times to concentrate on the image.
And what he sees horrified him to the Core,his heart feels like plummeting anf his chest feels fluttery with fear.
Giant, its a Giant with messy,ghillie suit like strands,theres an antenna sending signals which seems to be the cause of the rippling water. When his eyes fully focus on it, the spotlight in the things head shines brightly it stings his eyes and he almost pulls back.
But the damn thing seems to be pointing at him. So,"when in doubt shoot it down" Someone had told him once, who told him that? Something...wheeler was it?
The bullets Fire from the gun in a defeaning cacophony of piercing noise,in that moment his eyes flutter Open and hes back to the hellscape Battlefield.
Yet theres nothing more horrifying than the sight before him.
Alphonso looks back at him with wide eyes,his hands were on lucas' shoulders but they slowly go slack, whatever final words he mightve said get lost in the hellish choir of the Battlefield.
--no no no no- no no!--Lucas cries, trying to hold on to his mentor,his buddy,his best friend, as he slides down the branch.
Both fall to the Mud with a sloppy,morbid thud. Wheeler's eyes are still wide but his pupils are contracted,barely two dots in his eyes.
Lucas had Fallen on his side,it was a miracle that his ribs havent cracked as he landed on his rifle. If he did hes not feeling It.
He gets on his knees and tries to shake wheeler awake,crying,screaming Like a scared kid, the sweat on his skin is soaked in his Gear, he feels nauseous and hes shaking like hes on the brink of a panic attack.
"What have I done- no no no" he thinks over and over, trying to shake him awake."Dont leave me- dont leave me-dontleaveme.--
--WHEELER!-- Lucas screams as he jolts awake,tears in his eyes and heart beating so fast it might as well burst out of his chest.
He passes his hands across his face,sweaty as he is. His hair sticks to his face and his tank top feels horrible against his back.
Quickly,he disposes of his shirt and sits on his makeshift bed. --Goddamnit-- he sobbs loudly, covering his eyes and trying to Keep the tears in and failing miserably.
--Cmon co-cole- its jus-t a nightmare, pull-pull it together Man--he mutters to himself over and over, he knows what his mother would say "men dont cry" but its bullshit, its bullshit because the tears fall down his face like waterfalls.
And he gives in,he cries for what feels like hours but might not be- his perception of time is pretty fucked right now. Even as the morning light bathes him in comforting warmth,he feels weak and like he might just crumble into a puddle of tears and bones interlaced with pain and trauma.
It takes him a solid twenty minutes to recompose himself,his stomach feels tied up,he cant even drink from his water bottle, despite the fact that hes dry as a desert.
But he gets out of his bed and ties up his hair in a bun, he needs to get somewhere to showers and get breakfast, a motel maybe.
He reaches some motel he doesnt bother checking the name of, he rents a room and goes to shower.
You know those things you do that you know its weird as shit? That you just look at yourself doing it and you scold yourself for it?
Thats what Lucas feels as he sets the small air tight container on the lid of the toilet. What did the container have? A nine milimiter, of course!
If he could fit the rifle,trust me,he would.
Getting into the shower, the scolding hot water hits his skin, it relaxes his muscles, sore and tense. A deep sigh falls past his lips, he massages his neck to try and relieve the pain.
--Jesus christ,'m old-- He murmurs, leaning his head back so the water cascades down his beautiful curly black hair.
With half lidded eyes,he looks at the Many hair care products hes got for his hair. It would be some hard work to actually do his whole routine.
For a few seconds he considers Wether or not to do it. But,hes been through some shit today,so why not treat himself.
He grabs one of the smaller radios hes got and turns it on, the music flows in the air as he showers, combing the shampoo into his hair, slowly relaxing as the act of taking care of himself sets in and soothes his soul.
And he even humms along to the music,for a moment he feels back at home in Florida, still somewhat calm and at ease. The routine he usually does comes natural to him, combing the creams into his locks, he takes a few hours to finish his routine and shower.
The water falls down his chiseled jaw and neck as he throws his head back a little. A grunt comes from him as he stretches out his neck,the muscles slowly untenses giving him a bit of relief.
When he steps out of the showers,he walks to the mirror all fogged up. His hand wiped away the mist and looks at himself in the mirror.
He looks tired,he knows.
But aside from that, he looks at his form in the mirror. Beautiful tan skin littered with scars across his biceps,clavicles and torso.
For his age,he looked good, strong muscles and figure, tall and quite lanky but his stomach was toned,his legs and arms could easily pull up his weight If needed. He could notice a few grey hairs across his happy trail, but its not like he minds,he thinks it adds to his charm.
After drying off he brushes out his hair and applies some dry conditioner on it. Then,he gets changed to go and get some breakfast at a nearby dinner.
Lucas walks out of the motel with a bag,his van keys and the gun concealed (he had a permit) and asks around for a good dinner.
In the dinner he asks for his usual,coffee and Bacon.When the waitress leaves, he takes out his Journal and starts writing down his plans for today.
"To do list:
•Refill gas.
•check up on unused equipment
•security check on the motel"
His ears perk up as the dinner quiets down,he turns to the TV hangung from the ceiling. Its a weather report and its announcing strong storms throughout the whole day, he sighs loudly with a scowl on his face and leans his head on his hand.
"Just what I fuckin' needed" he thinks,looking Like the most pissed off Man to ever walk the earth.
When his food arrives he thanks the waitress and gets to eat his breakfast,eyeing the to-do list. He sighs and adds one more item
"Get a therapist (long term?)"
Post breakfast, he pays up and goes back to the motel. He takes a few minutes to do a quick security check,after that,he goes to his room,locks up the door and the small bathroom Window and sets up his rifle so he can Keep an eye out on the van,to which he has a Straight eyeline to.
Soon,the Sky starts thundering and with it comes the heavy,pouring rain. He sighs and purses his lips, he liked the rain,he didnt like the thunder.
Lucas sits by the Window, but in a way that most of his body is hid by the wall. He keeps the rifle at hand, while his Journal is on his lap, he taps on it with his pen.
The rain Is the only thing he can hear and with each thunder that cracked in the greying Sky, he got more and more on edge. His leg bounces rapidly.
A few,agonizing moments go by before he puts the pen down and snaps the Journal closed quite loudly.
--Thats it, I cant take it anymore!-- he stands up,hands slapping on the arm rests of the chair he was sitting.
Lucas paces around,moving things around to busy himself, his breath is quite ragged and gets progressively more riled up with each thunder crack. His hands ball up in fists and relax a few times.
Its Bringing up bad memories, thunders sound and feel like bombs, and it drives Him nuts. He sighs loudly, passing his hands across his face.
Then he remembers something Wheeler used to say,quite a lot.
--bad thoughts give me bad dreams,bad dreams and my bad dreams make me get up to walk, bad thoughts give me bad dreams and my bad dreams make me sleep walk-- he mutters,over and over again while rummaging around one of his bags, there was a radio somewhere he could listen to.
What snaps him out of that little stressfull chance is,oddly enough, is a dumb memory of wheeler.
It was the first few days of his deployment,he remembers tossing and turning in his bed because he was still getting used to not have his dog at the foot of the bed just crushing half of his legs.
He tried laying on his side to see if the change of positions helped him finally get some shut eye.
And then he hears a creak from the bed infront of him. A little weirded out, he sits up and see the walking form of Wheeler in the darkness.
--Cap?--He calls out Gently, but wheeler doesnt reply.--cap!
Sighing,he quickly puts on his pants and chases after his captain whilist he puts his "lucky flannel" on. Alphonso is walking with nothing but his boxers on
Lucas gets infront of Wheeler,only to notice his eyes are closed and he looks somewhat in peaceful rest.
"Hes...sleep walking?" He thinks,letting the Man walk past him. For a moment he considers leading Him back to bed,but then his 18 Year old brain has an idea,which is to follow him around and see what Wheeler gets up to.
So,he follows Him around,much to the amusement of the more high ranking officials Who look at Lucas as if to say "what the fuck?" To which Lucas would shrug and Keep following him. If anyone asked,he was chasing after wheeler to Keep him safe just in case he got into danger, and totally not to get some dirt on him if he did anything stupid.
Wheeler gets to a small kitchen in camp,walking across the cold floor like nothings bothering Him. In said small kitchen he opens the fridge and says-- margareth! Wheres the Icecream?
Lucas stands there absolutely flabbergasted-- wh what?
--wheres the Icecream! Im craving a tube of Mac n cheese!
--Where Would you even get a tube of-- he stops himself,realizing how stupid he sounds talking to a person who is SLEEP WALKING.
Wheeler walks up to him and puts his hands on Lucas' shoulder, sounding very serious and with his eyes still closed-- margareth, this is a matter of National security,the enemy got their hands on my tube of Mac n cheese Icecream,we need to retrieve it
And at that Point he looses it, Lucas bends over with laughter,cackling Like a damn hyena,squatting to the floor because he cant stay standing up without the risk of falling.
--What in the hell are you two doing?!--One of the officials yell at both, Lucas cant stop laughing and wheeler wakes up.
Wheeler looks disoriented and confused,until he sees hes in the kitchen,with his lieutenant Rolling on the floor and his superior looking at him weird with a smirk on his face from the entrance to the room.
--Sleep walking again,wheeler? -- asks his superior.
--'pparently,Sir. Sorry
Thats when Lucas,being the little shit he is,he stands up and looks at the Man at the entrance and saying-- Sir,Sir,you dont get it. Captain wheeler here is saying somebody stole his Mac and cheese Icecream, its a matter of National security
His higher up looks at him and bursts out laughing, breaking the tension. --You had that dream again?!-- Wheeler's superior asked,leaning on the doorsill for support as he laughs.
--WAIT! YOURE TELLING ME HE HAD THIS DREAM BEFORE?!--Lucas asked,out of breath from laughing.
--YES HE DID
At that point, wheeler is thoroughly embarassed and decides to close the fridge's door and walk out of the room. What he doesnt account for is his lieutenant chasing after him,still in a fit of giggles.
--Wheeler wait! Wait up DAMNIT!--He yells,eyes teary.
--get it over with,cole-- said Alphonso,red Like a tomato.
--Look I just want to ask two questions-- he started-- do you like Mac n cheese Icecream?
--i absolutely do not!--the older Man replied-- its disgusting
--okay,do you know anyone named margareth?
His captain looks away,even more embarassed-- thats the name of my cat,I talk t'her sometimes
--Why did you name your cat margareth? Did you see her in your dream?
Wheeler returns to walking away, even more flustered than before-- THATS FOUR QUESTIONS
--WHEELER PLEASE I NEED TO KNOW!
The memory sets a feeling of fondness in Lucas' chest. He finally finds the radio and sets it on the floor beside him as he returns back to the spot he was sitting at.
Giggles escapes him as the memory replays in his head. Dumbest shit hes ever seen in his life, and one of the best memories he has from the war.
"I can hear the cannons calling
As though across a dream
And I can smell the smoke of hell
In every stitch and seam
And like flowers, the bodies tumble
Around this muddied lot
I cannot hear them scream
"Forget me not"
He looks out the Window a little,he scans his sorroundings. Nothing.
Lucas relaxes in the chair,picking up his Journal and drawing little doodles here an there as he taps his foot to the rythm of the song.
It kills Him a little,Knowing that throughout this while day hes been thinking about his best friend. How his trauma seems to be getting under his skin, all it took was one dream to shatter his process into pieces, pieces sharp like broken glass.
He misses him so much,there isnt a day where he feels like he would do anything to have him by his side. And meanwhile the Sky keeps being striked by lightning and thunder,the sheer impact shakes the glass in the Windows which doesnt help him at all
"Your voice it carries over
The hubbub and the hum
And it paints the sky and circles high
Like the beating of a drum
You will scream "I won’t forget you"
But I’ll cover my cold ears
It cannot be a lie
If no-one hears
'Cause although you say good day to me
I know I don’t belong"
His eyes look away from the Journal to the Window,he stares off remembering the aftermath of that funny little interaction with Alphonso.
--I hope I didnt wake you.-- said Alphonso as he laid back down to sleep.
--no y'didnt. I just cant sleep. I used to sleep with my dog at my feet- not feeling her ontop of my legs is messin' with me--Lucas replied,sounding a little shy about opening up. He scratches the back of his neck and clings to his lucky flannel a little closer.
--Whats on yer mind, kid?-- Alphonso asked with that "no nonsense" in his tone. Fatherly but stern.
--'m homesick okay? I miss my dog,and my Friends, and my parents-- he replied,feeling his face heat up.
Catching up on why hes acting the way he is acting,Wheeler sits up in bed and says-- theres no shame in missin' home kiddo, its jus' part of bein' human
--its not very mainly though
--Fuck being manly, if being manly means being emotionless its not worth it.-- he replied-- fuck that, its better to get it out. Trust me
Lucas nodds and he lays down in bed,sinking into the matress.-- youre really becomin' my dad huh?
--lissen kid,once this is over 'm bringin' the adoption papers-- Alphonso half joked,laying Back down as well.
--n then you say you aint got no favoritism-- The younger Man added with a smirk.
--Guilty. But thats 'tween me n god -- the captain answered-- but seriously though,Next time you feel like talkin' about somethin' y'come find me,'kay?
--Ten-four, cap.
Alphonso was always so nice to him,so caring and protective. Lucas knew that he had to cut himself some slack,if it wasnt for him- then for Wheeler who would really like it if he was Kinder to himself.
Just out of Curiosity, he wonders if he can draw Wheeler from memory. So,he chooses and empty corner of his Journal and starts drawing him, he wasnt the best artist to ever Grace the earth but he could try.
"And in years to come, you’ll wander
To the place up on our hill
And then you’ll cry to our painted sky
"I loved him then, I love him still"
And you’ll strew some sage and lilies
And roses where I rot
Of all the flowers you picked
I knew you would forget forget-me-nots"
The end result is nothing fancy,but he likes it. Theres some details he got wrong like the shape of the eyebrows or the aging marks in his face,but its something.
Shit,when was the last time he visited Wheeler's grave?. Maybe after all this he should go and leave some flowers,tell him about his life, of what hes been going through. He was sure that even in death,Wheeler would gladly listen to him and his problems,Like he always did.
Lucas waits out the storm cleaning his guns and marking alternative routes to get to milton-haven
When the rain calms down a little,he packs his things and goes to finish up his checklist(after grabbing a lunch)
He gets the gas refilled, and does a little maintenance on the other equipment hes got laying around, but soon as hes about to check out to Keep driving, the rain gets worse and worse. So hes ought to stay the night.
Lucas ends up eating some MRES and cheap beer for dinner. Then he lays down in bed with one of the vamos lamps on, he drums his fingers on his chest as he tries to fall asleep.
A few hours go by of incessant tossing and turning,he doesnt know if it is because of paranoia or the Fear that he'd have nightmares again.
He takes a deep breath, getting comfortable on his matress and trying to remember what sleeping in the troops barracks felt like. He tries to imagine the dark room, the light snoring of some of his teammates, the heavy footsteps of the patrolling soldiers,the pungent smell, the suspecious creaking from one of the beds in the room,the scratchyness of the covers...
It all feels so Real to the point that hes not sure if hes awake,asleep or both. But with the image clear In his head, he murmurs.
--Hey cap, cant sleep
--Whats on your mind,kid?-- comes a voice that feels like its infront of him.
--'m just paranoid-- Lucas replied,sounding exhausted-- been stuck in here all day, its been messin' with me
--I think you owe it to yerself t'have a day off.
--Thats the thing though- I need to get to Milton-Haven. I cant waste any time
--But cars can run on an empty fuel tank. Theres nothing bad in taking time to rest
--Yeah but what if I get there and theres nothing because I took too long
--cmon now kid, theres a big fat chance its going to be there when ya get there- whats gonna make 'em Scatter to the Winds in some small town?
--Guess yer right-- he replied,turning to his side.
--cmon now,go to bed. Y'gotta wake up early n 'm sure our superiors gonna come in any second to check we're asleep n unless ya wanna do push Ups at 2 a.m. id reccomend you get some shut eye
Lucas chuckled and nodded,only to go silent afterwards for a few minutes before quietly adding-- miss you,by the way-- in a weak,broken voice.
And he swears he can feel the bed dip as if someone sat beside him. He can feel a weight on his head,calming,reassuring,as if someone was ruffling his hair.
--Miss you too kid
Then,silence. Just as hes falling asleep he swears he can hear Alphonso go "im here with you,every step of the way. Keep going,kid"
Next morning, he recalls last night feeling like it felt too Real,he could hear the voice of Wheeler perfectly as if he was right there in the room. Its suspiciously accurate.
But then again,doesnt he have a vivid imagination?
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