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jonroxton · 2 years

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What do you think of Alicent? I always liked her and Rhaenyra and I feel like it's weird how much Targ stans hate her and how much blame they place on her for the Dance of Dragons. Viserys chose to marry her and he chose to have multiple sons with her. Given that she's a Hightower from the Reach (very conservative) and Jaehaerys I and the Great Council of 101 screwing over female inheritance, why would she never think of crowning her son?

I'm not saying she's a good person but why is that thought considered a huge betrayal of Rhaenyra- she has no relation to Rhaenyra (in Westeros that is) and again, she gave birth to boys which is what every woman is expected to do. As a result those boys get to inherit- that's the trade-off.

Again I feel like people have such a visceral reaction to her that they don't see the logic behind her actions.

fire and blood encourages hostility towards both of them and fandom is notoriously horrible to women. feel like that explains 90% of it. seeing them as nuanced, complicated people? thats already asking a lot, but fire and blood also encourages examination of the text. where asoiaf says: here are the characters thoughts and no one is a raliable narrator, you still had people not examining what is actually on the page, what is actually done, and why and what it results in! and that's WITH characters full thoughts. fire and blood purposely tells you it's unreliable and WANTS the reader to doubt everything they read. if a fan loves rhaenyra and hates alicent, or vice versa, that's literally their problem.

i really wasn't sure what to make of alicent and had a whole ass journey with her in my fire and blood tag. it was never really do i like her or not for me, it was always WHO IS THIS PERSON?

i started to pay attention to just how... neutral fire and blood was irt alicent. i realized i couldn't get a concrete reading of rhaenyra bc there was too much and it was contradictory, and you'd think that''d draw me closer to alicent, but nope. i couldnt' get a concrete reading on alicent because there was nothing there, nothing within the world mythos to even create someone to think about as either goor or bad, to give context to her choices (that are incredibly complex and just HAVE to be informed by various things, and we only have fractured glimpses into what those could have been). i wasn't neutral, not at all, and if asked, i'd say i probably didn't like her, but that dislike was not based on alicent herself. i could come to love rhaenyra bc there was just more there to dicpher, (and bc her choices by process of elimination did a lot to figure out which rumors were likely and which weren't) but i could only wonder about alicent, and bc there isn't much there, i had to look beyond her, to otto, to his place, to the hightowers, and to her position in general in westeros. and that worked really well for me because i have many opinions about westeros and my most vehement are for the reach. i pretty much love every place in westeros (SKAAGOS 4eva), but i abhor the reach and find it represents everything rotten with westeros (more or less lol)

so i hate the reach, and the only actual house i liked from there ironically before starting fire and blood, was house hightower (and the mallisters) especially in relation to the reach. the hightowers, who maintained immense power and could have obtained more, had they wanted it, chose to remain vassals to the tyrells. i liked the hightowers bc they seemed to go against the reach grain. i like that the tyrells are forever the second choice lol, since the hightowers i believe turned down being wardens of the south. the reach is the most performative, the most self-deluded. they genuinely believe they are bastions of chivalry, of the best ideals, when really what they have is unity and money. other families are just as arogant, but they fall apart not because they're horrible human beings lol they do so because they can't remain united against a common foe. the reach has managed to survive mostly because it tends to stick together. i'm not certain of it, but i imagine the marriage alliances are tighter there than anywhere else, with people rarely marrying outside that collection of great houses, redwynes, tarly, hightower, whatever the apples are called, the F OSSAWAYS! even when there was a rift there, they didn't get up and move like the mermaid dudes what's their name? AHHHHHHHH MANDERLAY??? maderly! one of those.

alicent is in a very unique position narratively bc she comes from one of the more mysterious ancient houses. the hightowers are extremely secretive and seemingly deferential, but in this scenario they’re reaching for the throne. so im curious as to how they will actually play the game, having the history of the reach ambition and superiority, with the long con patience and secrecy of the hightowers.

the actual true difference in rhaenyra and alicent i think in is their mythologies within fire and blood, the reason why rhaenyra is teared down where alicent is ignored, her motives left unexamined, i believe it's because the fire and blood writer was from the reach. and the glaring omissions of alicent overall was purposely done to protect her and guide the readers through the text in the opposite way rhaenyra's story did. rhaenyra was such a horrible ,dark, unthinking, lascivious, grasping human being twho used everyone that she probably wasn't. she was probably serious about her birthright and the rumors could've could from both everyone's hatred of her and her not keeping too many people around her. alicent was just there, doing her duty and wasn't really involved despite being part of great decisive changes at court. no one talked about her at all, so it probably meant that she did more than anyone realized and that she was probably good at it since it didn't survive 300 years the way all the rumors about rhaenrya did. SEE WHAT THIS BOOK MAKES YOU DO. if ppl let it, you can go anywhere! you can try to figure out alicent. and that’s where i was at for a long time with her.

i remember exactly at some point during my frist read thinking: why the fuck is the reach always getting away with shit. for every thing that happens to any other house, fire and blood went out of way to tell you every possible variation of the result, usually negatively. for alicent and the reach, there was very little. it was so much fun actually, guessing that one of the maesters was from the reach, imaginging that this was reach propoganda, and then being validated there lol. that told me that in the construction of this mythology, someoen took care to give alicent the wide berth. i think viserys's death in the show will show us where she stands, if she really is the one who won't send for rhaenyra. marrying viserys was clearly forced on her by otto, she had no choice there. but when viserys dies she'll be put in a position i don't think the book clarified. if she sends for rhaenyra and her message is stopped, it speaks to integrity and to this being a real tragedy, with miscommunication, timing and the scheming of others adding to whatever smaller rifts added up through time. if she doesnt' send for rhaenrya, then her ambition is more powerful than whatever loyalty she had to rhaenyra and her husband's decision to enthrone her.

so for me she was someone who was definitely very smart and very conscious of her position and how to maneuver, like everyone in the reach, but also someone with a hightower's caution and self-awareness, her position in fire and blood is too glaring as the nothing to rhaenyra's everything. i have an idea of who she could be from how the show portrays her, but I don't like examining younger character scenes as pure indication of their future, especially not in episode one.also, children can be compelling characters, but their choices are always informed by the machinations of their parents, especially in this story, bc they have no true authority, their agency is limited.

ultimately, whatever their motives, rhaenyra and alicent are fighting the same war, likely for similar reasons but who they are as people whill put things in perspective. i don’t think fire and blood gives us their true actual perspective, so it’s hard to land anywhere. the show will provide good context.and olivia cooke is a real cool actress, that i was always pumped for since hearing of her casting.

one last thing about that. so i really like olivia cooke, when i don’t care about actors at all. haven’t seen everything of hers, but her projects show a lot of range, from drama to humor, and she inflects real pathos into her characters. this is going to make alicent compelling no matter what she actually does. so i’m very excited to see her work with this character.

#mystuff #asoiaf #fire and blood #alicent hightower #this was touugh to write and idk how it came out lol #but i tried my best!#i never had to actually sit down and work out my alicent feelings so thanks!#can't be on tumblr anymore #the last few days have been brutal #i wrote this actually the moment you sent it #but didn't have the eyeball capacity to look it over #think it holds #sorry for all the typos #like i keep saying its just hard to see and read clearly

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comfort-writing · 1 year

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Crayons and Cassettes

Chapter 2: Johnny Appleseed and Iron Maiden

You are a kindergarten teacher. Eddie’s daughter, Sage, is in your class. Eddie is trying hard not to get too close.

warnings: shot mention of a previous relationship involving abuse. this fic will be 18+ in later chapters- minors DNI!! no use of y/n. (please let me know if I missed anything)

a/n: sorry for the long break! I was traveling over the holidays but now updates should be more consistent! thank you for all the love on chapter 1! please let me know in the comments or my asks if you’d like to be added to the tag list! :)

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Eddie has never really been a crier. He had to toughen up early on; having a drug addict dad and a nonexistent mom, along with becoming the town freak because of his music taste made him develop a thick shell. But, as he’s aged, and as his daughter hit huge milestones, he softened. He allowed himself to cry every once in a while. It was cathartic. He cried when Sage took her first steps. He cried when she colored him a picture of the two of them and Wayne sitting on a picnic blanket under a sun that was purple. He cried when Alice signed over complete custody to him. And now, he was sitting in his old beat up van, crying because she started kindergarten. While his little girl is still little, it’s hard to see them grow so quickly.

Eddie took a moment and wiped his eyes, chuckling at himself, feeling a bit ridiculous for crying at all. He flipped down the visor on his van, sliding open the mirror to check how he looked. His eyes were a little puffy, but it would probably go away in five minutes. He turned on the air conditioning in his car to dry his face, then turned on the radio to try to get his mind off of the subject. He’d see Sage in a few hours. No big deal. After a minute, he pulled his gear shift into drive and started off on his way to work.

Since he graduated high school, Eddie worked in the local Hawkins record store. The owner was someone who actually grew to like him after getting to know him, which was a relief for Eddie. Not many people in this town gave him a chance to even have a job with his reputation, so having a boss that had grown to treat him like family was wonderful. The old man, Mr. Atkinson, had softened a lot to Eddie after he’d had a kid, and even more after the whole custody arrangement with Alice. He’d often let Sage hang out in the back of the shop, giving her a coloring sheet while Eddie finished up his shift. Mr. Atkinson didn’t have a wife or any children, so he’d said that he planned on leaving Eddie the shop once he was gone. Hopefully that would be in a long time from now, but Atkinson was getting older, and he always told Eddie, “Gotta face the reality of it, kid.”

Eddie pulled into his parking spot behind the shop, then went in through the back door. He clocked in, said hello to Mr. Atkinson, and got to work doing inventory.

Around two thirty, Eddie was let out of his job to go pick up Sage. Normally, he’d be going in earlier to be able to leave at this time, but Mr. Atkinson knew today was her first day of school—he’d bought her a sparkly pink pencil to bring with her—so he let Eddie keep his hours short today.

Eddie finished the transaction he was working on, clocked out, waved goodbye to Joe, then walked back out to his van.

He was so excited to hear all about Sage’s day, he was practically vibrating. He wanted to know every detail he could get from her. He drove to the school, then waited in the car line until they released the kids. Because he was there pretty early, he was the 4th car in line. He sat in his van, listening to a mixtape he’d made a year or so ago, but deciding to keep the volume lower than he would have preferred in order to not cause Sage any trouble.

Once the bell rang, you walked your class out to the car line. The children who rode the bus followed another teacher out. You smiled, having the kids line up and following you. Once outside, you had them sit along the wall as you, along with a few other teachers, helped pile kids into their respect cars. You walked up to a van, smiling when you saw Mr. Munson.

Eddie cranked his window down, “Are you just here for Sage or do you have another child as well?” You asked him, unsure if Sage was his only child.

Eddie smiled, “Just Sage. How was her day?” He asked.

“Let me go grab her and I’ll update you in a second!” You called, walking to the kindergarten line and telling Sage her dad was there. She smiled and started to run to the van, but you caught up and slowed her down, taking a moment to explain why running in car line was dangerous. She nodded, then walked with you to Eddie’s van. You opened the door for her, “She did great today! Excellent behavior- she was helpful to others and engaged with the lesson.” You told Eddie with a big smile as you helped Sage buckle her seatbelt, seeing that she was struggling. “I’m sure she has a lot to tell you about though.” You said, closing her door and walking back to the front passenger window.

Eddie smiled, “That’s great. Thank you for being kind to her.” He said.

You raised an eyebrow at that, “Why wouldn’t I be? She’s a great kid.” You smiled. Sage made a silly face at you and you scrunched your nose with a small smile back.

“Well, you must be new in town. But.. yeah. Thanks.”

You were a bit confused as to what he was talking about, but you nodded anyways. “You’re welcome. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow Sage! Tell me what book you read tonight!” You smile, waving the two of them off.

Eddie pulled out of the parking lot, chatting with Sage on his way home, feeling elated that she’d had a great day. She talked his ear off for the entire drive home, on their way into the house, and right up until dinner. That night, Sage got her breakfast for dinner and her favorite ice cream before being tucked into bed. Once she was asleep, Eddie eased out of her bed and slowly walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her as quietly as possible. He felt like the proudest dad in the entire world.

Throughout the next few weeks, Eddie would see you at pick up. You’d always update him on Sage’s progress, and she was doing great. By about the 5th week of school, she was able to write her name without mistakes and knew a lot of her sight words. Throughout your interactions with Eddie, albeit short, he seems to have gotten more comfortable around you. He opened up a little more, making jokes when you’d help Sage into his van. You couldn’t tell for sure, but you thought a few times he flirted with you. You’d always been bad at figuring that stuff out, but you could’ve sworn he had. You’d wanted to talk it through with someone, but you still hadn’t made many friends that weren’t five year olds or other teachers in their sixties.

One Saturday afternoon, you were digging through your box of cassette tapes for your students. You had a few songs that you would sing with them in class- ones that would help them learn their numbers, days of the week, etc. You were looking for your Johnny Appleseed tape. It was an audiobook that included sound effects and songs. You remember your kids loving it at your old school. You had a unit coming up relating to it, but you couldn’t find the tape anywhere.

“God, where is it?” You groaned, frustrated. You swore you packed it in your move. Maybe you’d left it in your old classroom. You sighed, deciding to go to the local record store you’d seen on your way to get groceries the other day to see if they had it, or at least something similar to it. You grabbed your purse, scribbled down the tape name on a notepad, and grabbed your Walkman off of the counter before tossing both items into your bag and heading out the door.

You drove across the small town you’d quickly become acquainted with, enjoying the unseasonably warm weather. It was cool enough to wear jeans, but still warm enough not to need a jacket. You had your hair tied up, so you’d decided to roll the windows down and turn up the music on some local radio station that didn’t play anything by Hanson or Aqua. You pulled up to the store and quickly made your way inside, moving your sunglasses to rest on your head as you looked around the store, scanning quickly to find the cassette section.

You walked over and started looking through the tapes, searching intently for the correct one.

“You know, it’s weird seeing you not completely surrounded by kindergartners.” You heard a voice say behind you. You turned and saw Mr. Munson standing there, holding a small stack of records.

“Ah- hi Mr. Munson.” You smiled up at him, giving a small chuckle, “Yeah, believe it or not, I don’t sleep at the school. I do have a life.” You joked.

That made him laugh, warm and real. “Why did we all think teachers lived at the school when we were little?” He asked, turning around to start organizing the records into the bins on the opposite side of the aisle.

You shrugged, “I’m not sure. I think it’s a rumor the first graders pass down every year.” You responded, going back to your search.

“Whatcha looking for?”

“A Johnny Appleseed tape. I lost the one I had in my move.” You half mumbled, staring intently at the available cassettes.

“I can look it up for you in the Rolodex if you have the name of it.” He offered, which made you turn again.

“Yes, please, that would be very helpful.” You smiled, following him to the front counter. You pulled out the notepad you had, “I’m pretty sure this was the name of it, but anything close to it would be good.”

Eddie nodded and started flipping through the cards, “So.. why did you move to Hawkins? Most people move away from here if they’re as smart as you are.”

You rolled your eyes jokingly, “First of all, Mr. Munson, I’m not some genius- I teach the alphabet and two plus two. And secondly, I think Hawkins has a charm to it. I like small towns- everyone knows everyone and it’s very neighborly.” You smiled, “But, uh, long story short, I moved here to avoid an old relationship. It wasn’t safe back home anymore. Here, I can do what I love and not feel scared to get groceries, you know?”

You paused for a moment, then gave him a worried look, “Sorry if that was an overshare, Mr. Munson.”

“Eddie.”

“Hm?”

“You can just call me Eddie. Mr. Munson is too formal.” He said with a small smile, “And it wasn’t too much. I asked.”

You nodded and he found the right card, “Ah- I think I found it. It’s in the back, so I’ll see if I can find it. Feel free to look around, I might be a minute.”

Eddie disappeared into the back to go look for the tape and you looked around. You had a record player at home still, but you mainly used your Walkman nowadays. You looked through more tapes, seeing a few that looked good. You grabbed the new Iron Maiden album, an older Beatles one you didn’t have yet, and a couple others. You didn’t tend to stay within one music genre- you just listened to anything that made you happy. You started looking through the records as well, finding an old Elvis record.

Eddie walked out of the back with a tape in his hand and he looked over to you, watching you for a moment as you flipped a record around to look at the songs on the back. He couldn’t help but notice how pretty you were. He’d always thought that, but something about seeing you in casual clothes, outside of school, just going about your day made his chest feel tight.

After a second, he called, “I found it.”

You turned around and smiled at him, walking up to the counter, “You, sir, are a life saver.” You sighed with relief, setting down your findings on the counter as he handed you the tape to inspect, “Perfect- this is the exact one I had.” You said, placing it on top of your pile.

“You ready to check out?”

“Yep.” You smiled, “Sage is going to love this tape. I’m sorry if she comes home singing the Johnny Appleseed song.”

“She unfortunately did not inherit my musical ability.” He chuckled, ringing up your items. “Iron Maiden?” He asked, looking up at you with a raised eyebrow.

“I liked the guitar in Maiden England and I haven’t heard this album yet. Also, your musical ability? Do you play an instrument?”

Eddie looked shocked, “You know Iron Maiden.”

“I don’t just listen to Johnny Appleseed all day.” You quipped. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“But you- miss rainbows and sunshine- know about Iron Maiden. This is news.” He said, in awe.

“Eddie, I don’t live at the school, remember?” You laughed, “And I just listen to whatever music makes me feel something—happy, sad, angry— music is a good way to process your feelings. But once again, you have yet to answer my question.”

“Yeah yeah, I was in a band back in the day. Guitar and singing and all that. Had to stop once Sage came around so I could focus on being a good dad, blah blah blah.” He said, waving his hand as he rang up your last tape, “But wow. I mean, I’m shocked. Do I really want my baby girl being taught by a teacher who secretly lives a double life as a rockstar?” He teased.

You groaned, “What’s my total?”

He laughed, “You know I’m just kidding.” He said, breaking the theatrics, “It’ll be 20.57” he said, putting your items in a paper bag. “But we do have a lot to talk about. I don’t know if you can tell by the, ya know, everything about me, but this kind of music is my life. I’d be happy to give you some recommendations.”

You nodded, “That would be nice.” You smiled. He handed you the bag carefully, making sure not to damage any items. “I’ll see you at pickup?” You asked. He nodded and you walked out of the store, offering him a kind wave as you left.

Jesus, she likes Iron Maiden.

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Guidance (part 2)

Alice’s POV:

Every morning feels the same, feeling the cold air in my room, smelling my dirty sheets, looking in my cracked mirror for 10 minutes asking myself if I will ever appreciate myself.

The answer is no. Probably not. But at this point I don’t even care. I feel empty every morning when I wake up, every minute I get screamed at by my parents and every second when is see my ugly reflection.

The constant screaming match my parents have are tiring. It’s always the same.

Maybe that’s why I’m excited now because I got a little change in my live. And that is saying hello to Mr Hiddleston and talking for 20 minutes before my break is over and I have to go back to my next class.

We have these small talks now for five weeks. And they were/are the best five weeks of the 11 years of school I ever had.

He is such a nice and fun person to be around. We talk a lot about books, poetry and theater. Sometimes he lends me books he thinks are interesting. And I read every single one of them and gave him my critics on it.

It felt like someone actually took my opinion seriously and by hart. And that’s why I got slowly emotionally attached to him.

Something that changed too was that I now sit next to him and not at the other side of the table anymore. It’s nice being so close to him. He radiates warmth and comfort with his calm presence. It’s something I never experienced, but it’s so nice.

Walking to school and back was always very tedious. I had to walk for an hour and ten minutes two times every day. But there is nothing I can do. My parents won’t give me money for driving with the bus or making my drivers license.

But it’s okay because on the way to school I already think about what me and Mr Hiddleston could talk about. Yesterday he told me he got a surprise for me and I ask myself what it is.

I try to listen to Mrs Gosling but it’s hard. I don’t understand math, I never did. And the bell would ring in a minute for Lunch so I only think about storming out of this classroom.

When the bell finally rings I but my stuff in my bag and run to the library. And Mr Hiddleston is already sitting at the table typing something on his phone.

„ well well well I think I have to confiscate that, no phones allowed Mr Hiddleston” he looked up surprised but then chuckled. „you are right I’m sorry Miss Bielefeld”

I set myself down next to him. I could smell his Parfum it was a citrusy and fresh smell with a bit of musk. it’s addictive „you told me you have a surprise for me yesterday?” I asked excited.

„Did I?” He looked at me confused and my smile dropped slowly. But then he smirked at me „just kidding of course I do, wait” he looked around in his bag looking for something and pulled what looked like two pieces of paper out.

„I talked to the principal and told him what wonderful after- school- work you did for me for extra credit. And I told him that for this extra credit I planned on having a little educational trip for about 5 hours tomorrow. You will be excused for tomorrow and you will not have to attend your normal classes.“

He gave me one of the small pieces of paper… and it was a ticket for a theater show tomorrow. I was just holding it in my hands starring at it in disbelief. „I don’t think that the principal has to know that your extra credit was just reading a few books“ he chuckles

I teared up still holding the ticket in my hands starring at it. Mr Hiddleston Noticed that I wasn’t saying anything and he said slowly „I just thought it’s something you would maybe enjoy because you told me you never saw a show before. You don’t have to go of course- ”

But before he could finish his sentence I turned around and hugged him tightly crying into his shoulder. „T-Thank you“ I said still crying. he was Hesitating but then wrapped his arms around me too and stood up from the chair she he could hug me properly.

He probably doesn’t know what he really did to me with this. This was the first time someone ever gifted me something… and he gave me something i told him and wished for a few weeks ago.

When I was coming to my senses again I pulled away still looking at him with My watery eyes „how much did it cost?” I asked

He looked into my eyes saying seriously „it’s nothing you should ever worry about. I go to the theater often and buying a ticket more won’t make me poor“ he said softly.

“Here this is my email Adress, just write me one later where you want to get picked up. I will be there at around 8 am” he wrote it Down and gave it to me.

„Okay will do, thank you” I nodded. His thumb wiped away the last tear that rolled down my cheek. And this beautiful moment was destroyed by the bell

„Now I want you to stop crying, go to your next class and pay good attention. Can you do that for me Alice?” I nodded again and he smiled at me and I walked out of the room with a lot of different emotions…

Emotions I’ve never felt before. But I was sure of something

they were emotions I shouldn’t have for my teacher

When I got home I send Mr Hiddleston the Adresse from the Bus stop near my house. He send me an email back hoping that I will like the show tomorrow and that I should go to bed now to get a good sleep.

And I did exactly that. But I was to excited and I couldn’t sleep for the next 3 hours. But at some point my body was to tiered and i fell asleep.

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Uff part 2 and I feel like I want to switch guidance into a dark story. If you got any suggestions or want to get tagged just write me. But until then I see you next Tim! :D

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Worth The Feeling

Content Warning: 18+ This series contains explicit smut, intimidation, and an age gap relationship. Minors, do not interact.

Epilogue

Eight Years Later

"No, no, January is going to be perfect. I was able to sign off on pre-production so we're good to go." Alice's excited voice chirps through my phone.

"Does this mean...We're greenlit?" I ask with equal enthusiasm.

"We're greenlit!" She practically sings.

"Oh my god!" I dance around my office, despite the fact that I'm completely alone inside of it, and one of the walls is made completely of glass. Whatever. It won't be the first time my team has seen this kind of excitable outburst from me.

"Thank you, Alice! I need to tell Lana and Patrick."

"Absolutely, go, go. I'll talk to you later, Director." I can't help but get choked up as she says it. When Alice directed her first film, I was lucky enough to have worked my way up to be an assistant director. After two films together, she moved on to producing and reached out to me when she opened up her production company last year. I adored working with her. I never got to interact with her too much as a PA at Norwick, but with her directing, it was an entirely new playing field. She was calm, concise, and driven. I jumped at the opportunity as soon as she had asked me, even though it is the most terrifying and exhilarating thing I've done in my life.

My first project as a director, officially greenlit. Set to start production in January.

I want to tell Javi first, but I can't help but head straight for the door, opening it to my team sitting at their desks outside. Lana is the first to peak up at me, before she nudges Patrick, our screenwriter, next to her.

"Are we—?" She asks, nearly holding her breath.

"We're greenlit!" I exclaim, and Lana is instantly at my side, wrapping me in a tight hug. Patrick and the rest of the team hoot and holler, and Lana and I jump up and down, still holding onto each other.

"It's going to be a lot," I say quietly to Lana, "I know we're ready but–"

"Can you do me a favor and enjoy yourself?" Lana playfully pinches my arm. "You've earned it. We all have. Aves, it's going to be amazing."

Patrick is next to me then, and I wrap him in a hug next.

"We couldn't have done it without your words, Pat."

"I don't believe that for a second, but God am I excited for some job security."

I laugh, and several of the team members shout in agreement.

"I can't wait to tell Mia!" Lana says, already dialing her wife's number. We had promised Mia that if we were actually able to make this happen, her newly opened coffeehouse would be featured in the film. Shouldn't be too difficult to coordinate when your wife is the sound designer and your best friend is the director. She'll be thrilled, not that she needs any additional advertisement. Mia opened up the place just before they got married two years ago, and it's been thriving ever since.

"I feel like I'm walking into good news?"

My heart flutters at the warm voice filling our small office. I look to my right, and sure enough, Javi is walking in carrying a bag full of take out boxes, a broad smile lighting up his handsome face. He sets the bag down on the board room table, raising his eyebrows at me expectantly.

"We start filming in January!" I squeal.

Patrick moves back to his desk, typing eagerly on his phone, just as Lana moves toward the stairwell. I hear her tell Mia the good news as soon as the door closes.

Javi is in front of me now, giving me the same proud smile I've seen hundreds of times over the past eight years.

"Congratulations, my love." He brings my hand to kiss lips, kissing the top of it first before kissing the ring on my finger. That was his latest thing. He asked me to marry him just a few months ago on our hiatus trip back to Italy. We decided we should properly see the city now that he and I were old news to the press. That first year was tricky, many people commenting on our work together, and our age difference. But as our love grew, the noise died down. People began to realize that this was real. And eventually, thankfully, the headlines started to turn positive, until they eventually began to focus mainly on our work.

We had agreed to wait until I was at least an assistant director before Javi popped the question. He had a hard time waiting, often sending me incredibly unsubtle hints about rings and venues. So I was prepared for him to propose eventually. What I wasn't prepared for was him getting the same hotel room he had stayed in during our time in Italy. He set up a moonlit dinner on the roof by the pool, a slightly upgraded version to the pizza he had brought me so many years ago, and he asked for my hand. Javi, however old fashioned it may be, had already visited both my parents in person to ask for permission. They were overjoyed of course, and they still spoke weekly. And for me, it was the easiest choice I've ever made.

Javi's deep brown eyes look up into mine as he pulls his lips back from my finger.

"Thank you," I say quietly. "Your support has made all the difference, just in case I haven't told you."

"You may have mentioned it once or twice." He kisses my cheek, pulling me in for a hug.

When we release each other, I ask, "Do you have a second to talk in my office?"

He smirks at the formality. "Of course."

Javi follows me inside and I click the door behind me. He leans against the front of my desk, arms folded across his chest.

"Well, Mr. Gutierrez, I've been chatting with Alice and I have a favor to ask." I use my most professional tone, walking around the other side of my desk, forcing him to turn and face me.

"I thought I told you to call me Javi," He jokes.

I blush at the memory, smiling to myself over how the tables have turned. When he had first asked me to call him Javi, I was escorting him back to his trailer for lunch. Today, he's bringing me lunch to my office where I want to discuss my feature film.

"In that case, Javi, would you happen to be free this upcoming January through, perhaps, April?"

His eyes narrow, but his smile grows wider. "Are you offering me a job, Ms. Cohen?"

"Yes. Alice and I think you'd be the perfect supporting cast member. And please, you can call me Mrs. Gutierrez." I can't help but laugh as I say it.

"Oh, I intend to." Javi's voice is low and serious, coated with anticipation despite my humorous tone. I clear my throat. I need to make sure I can actually get his approval before I completely lose my head.

"In all seriousness, if you want the part, it's yours. There is no pressure to accept it. I obviously think you'd be perfect, and I checked with Danielle and I don't think it should clash with your upcoming projects but that doesn't mean—"

Javi crosses over to my side of the desk, cupping my face in his hands to shut me up.

"I'd love to. I've read the part, it's fantastic. The whole project."

I nod, meeting his tender gaze.

"I'm serious though, Javi. How would you feel about me directing you?"

He seems to consider it for a moment, looking into my eyes and down to my lips. "We've worked together before, and I would say it went pretty well." He presses a light kiss to my lips before dropping his voice down to a whisper. "And regardless of a director's chair or not, I plan on following both you and your directions for a long, long time."

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss me through my giggles. I had that same euphoric feeling I had in Italy when he got on one knee. That feeling that all the noise, the nerves, and the opinions were all worth it. He is worth it all, and he made me feel as though I am too.

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a/n: if you’ve made it to the end of my story, thank you so much for reading it!! 🤍 This was my first attempt at fanfiction & I was nervous to post. I appreciate anyone for taking the time to give it a read! I’m working on more now & hope to post in the near future 🫶🏻

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fandom #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x original characters #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #javi gutierrez fanfiction #javi gutierrez smut #javi gutierrez x you #javi gutierrez x reader #javi gutierrez fluff

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Getting to know your BL mutuals - 2022 Edition

Simple, answer the questions. @ some people. Include the tag 'g2ky BL mutuals 2022' on your post so we can find everyone's answers!

Thank you to the lovely @sunflower-lychee for tagging me! I never get @ in these so I’m very happy 🥰

(Truthfully this year I have been kinda slow with watching new shows BUT I will do my best!)

What has been the BL that took you by surprise this year?

Love In The Air!

I remember watching the pilot trailer when it aired but truthfully I forgot about this show until everyone started talking about it again 😅 Anyways... I fell in love so fast it’s not even funny. My mental health has been meh at best the past few months and I needed a show like LITA to just watch without having to really think :) Also the cast? Like?! In love with all four of them (especially Noeul).

The Eclipse!

I watched ep 1 when it first came out but never continued the show because I wasn’t feeling it (little did I know 🤡). Everyone was hyping this show up so I made myself sit down and watch it... ended up binging all 6 (aired) episodes and safe to say I was hooked... I mean if anyone on here saw my blog you were probably fed up of me talking about this show (very sorry). So yeah... It’s now one of my favourite BLs. We won’t talk about the cast because I will never stop, lets just say I am now a Neo and khaotung fanpage!

This technically doesn’t count but I finally watched Bad Buddy this year and I’m mad at myself for waiting so long.

What has been the BL that you felt a bit disappointed with this year?

Cutie Pie- I didn’t dislike it but I found myself getting bored and skipping a lot, especially towards the end... shout out to Perth in that black shirt tho😏 Also loved the side couples

Even Sun- Listen I will do anything for BounPrem but lord I was struggling with this one. Why was the intro so long?! also who wrote the script because ooft. Skipped everything apart from the BounPrem scenes.

What has been your favourite BL this year?

KinnPorsche- Lets all act surprised! This show was my entire personality all summer and the reason I came back to tumblr lol. Met so many lovely and amazing people because of this show and it will always have a special place in my heart. It also gave us the masterpiece that is Why Don’t You Stay aka my most played song of 2022. Again the cast is everything to me!

Semantic Error- No explanation needed for this one really. I swear Seoham has been in the military for years! Why is it going so slowly?!

Between Us- Are we only 4 episodes in? Yes. Do I care? NOPE! After waiting almost 3 years they could just stand in that locker room arguing for 12 episodes and I would still watch every second! As much as i tried not to, I did and still do have high expectations for this show BUT so far everything is perfect- I don’t really care about Team’s friends as characters or the relationship between Bee and Prince? but I also don’t hate it.

Favourite BL couples (not just of 2022)?

This is so hard to narrow down 😭 (I will refrain from going into detail otherwise we will be here all day)

WinTeam (I mean ^)

RamKing (My Engineer)

Sangwoo and Jaeyoung (Semantic Error)

PatPran (Bad Buddy)

VegasPete (KinnPorsche)

RainPayu and SkyPrapai (Payu and Pai are THE perfect boyfriends)

AkkAyan (I truly can’t tell if it’s because I love the characters or if I am just down so bad for First and Khao 🥲)

There’s definitely more couples who should be on this list but my brain isn’t working rn

If you had to suggest a BL for someone what would it be?

Not Me- Everyone needs to watch it at least once in their live

Young Royals- It was actually my friend who doesn’t watch BLs that recommended it to me

We Best Love- Maybe It’s just me but I adore that show

Also Where Your Eyes Linger so there is someone else who can suffer with me about how short it was!

What's your non-BL favourite for this year?

This spot is strictly for Alice In Borderland 2 (when it airs)

BUT

Until then... Business Proposal and Bridgerton.

This was so much harder than i thought it would be omg... anyways my aks are always open and I love talking about anything with anyone so feel free to say hi :)

Tagging: @ahdriking @kurtstiel and @aleng-neng (and anyone else who wants to join in)

(If any of you already did this and I missed it, I am sorry 😅)

#g2ky bl mutuals 2022 #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #love in the air #LITA #the eclipse #cutie pie the series #Not Me the series #my engineer #we best love #Between us #winteam #akkayan #vegaspete #semantic error #phayu x rain #prapai x sky #young royals #i give up with tags

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ON HIS NERVES🩹| Miguel O’Hara

previous: –three.

–four.

MIGUEL’S POV

I neatly placed the fried egg on the buttered toast with the spatula. I put the pan back on the stove and spatula into the sink.

I made my way towards my bedroom, opening the door slow enough to not wake her. I could barely see her as she was covered with big fluffy blankets. I made her take the bed, while I slept out on the couch.

Sitting gently on the bed, I eyed her. My heart swelled at the sight of her. She was fast asleep on her back, plump lips pressed together, long thick lashes touching her skin, her braid scattered everywhere.

I got back up, not wanting to wake her myself. She could use the extra rest.

“Miguel?” Her voice was soft.

I turned around. “Oh you’re up, I wanted you to get more rest.” My feet brought me back to the bed. “Did I wake you?”

She rubbed her eyes with her right hand. “No.”

“Are you hungry? I made you breakfast.” I wanted nothing but for her to feel comfortable.

“Is that why you’re wearing an apron? You look hot.” She smirked, her eyes lowering.

My body warmed up at her compliment. “So you’re just always flirty.”

“Yes indeed—ow!” She tried sitting up by herself.

I quickly grabbed her back, helping her up. This was the first time touching her bare skin—it was soft. Even with her suit on, I’ve never actually put a finger on her.

“Are you okay?” I asked her, quickly removing my hands from her back, seeing that she was sitting up perfectly. “Can you walk by yourself?”

“I’m okay, and yeah I can, thank you.” She slowly rose to her feet and began limping a little.

I went to her side in case she fell, but she was doing just fine on her own. “You’re doing great.” A smile plastered on my face.

“Thanks Miggy.” She beamed.

I’d be a liar if I said I hated that nickname.

“Let’s get you something to eat.”

I put the glass of orange juice in front of her and leaned back on the counter, drinking my coffee.

“How come you’re not at HQ yet?” She lifted the glass to her face.

“I put Jess in charge so I could stay here and take care of you.” I said after sipping my coffee, putting an arm around my torso.

Her tone was flirty. “Awww, you care so much about me.”

She was right, I do care about her, but I could never tell her that. “Don’t go around thinking you’re special, I’m just being your boss.”

“Well as my boss, you could’ve put me in the care of Hobie or something.” Her eyes were daring me.

“He would’ve screwed up somehow, so I put you in the care of the only person I trust—” I put my cup down. “myself.”

“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes. “I wanna take a shower, where’s your bathroom?”

“About that, are you able to bathe yourself? Or..um..” I cleared my throat. “Would you need assistance..from…uh Gwen?”

She stared at me for a moment and smiled. “I think I’ve got it, boss.”

I sighed. “Okay, I’ll show you to the bathroom.”

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After her shower, she came to me with her sling off, as she couldn’t shower with it on.

“Do you need me to put in back on for you?” I teased.

She pouted and looked away. “Yes, Miguel.”

Such a good girl.

I smiled at her response, carefully putting her into the sling and strapping it onto her back.

“That’s good enough for you?”

She nodded, sitting beside me on the couch, a little closer than usual.

“Hey Miguel.” She started.

“Hm?”

“You know, you’re a lot nicer when you’re not at work.”

I closed my eyes. “That’s because I’m not surrounded by stressful spider people.” I leaned back into the couch.

“Aren’t I one of those spider people?” She cuddled beside me.

I slowly opened my eyes, staring down at the top of her head. “Sometimes.” I had this urge to rub her head, so I put my hand out.

“Miguel!” Lyla appeared in front of me, startling me. I hurriedly put my hand back to my side.

“Lyla? What is it?” I glared.

Alice leaned off of me and into the couch.

Just great.

“You have a meeting with Lego Spider-Man.” Lyla told me.

I groaned. “Reschedule it.”

“Can’t.”

I rose a brow. “What do you mean, ‘can’t’ ?”

“You told me if you tried to reschedule this meeting, don’t listen to you. I have it recorded if you want me to play it for you—”

“Okay okay okay.” I rose to my feet, my full suit instantly coming on.

“That was so sexy.” I heard from behind of me.

I only turned my head to catch her eyeballing me from head to toe. Thank God my mask was on, the face I was making was probably embarrassing.

I cleared my throat. “I’ll be back, don’t burn the house down.”

She grinned. “Yeah boss, I won’t.”

And with that, I pressed my watch and tore a portal open.

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Next part: –five.

Tags: @urmotherswhor3

#hobie brown #miguel o'hara #my works💌🌷#spiderman 2099 #atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o’hara fanfiction

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chloe-skywalker · 1 year

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I posted 141 times in 2022

135 posts created (96%)

6 posts reblogged (4%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@mrsbarnesinmyimagination

@a-random-mindset

@alicent-hightcwer

@internetgremlin-writes

I tagged 84 of my posts in 2022

Only 40% of my posts had no tags

#imagines - 62 posts

#imagine - 62 posts

#x reader - 61 posts

#y/n - 57 posts

#x y/n - 17 posts

#avengers - 12 posts

#natasha romanoff - 10 posts

#marvel - 9 posts

#bucky barnes - 8 posts

#stranger things - 7 posts

Longest Tag: 54 characters

#being pregnant with peter maximoffs baby would include

My Top Posts in 2022:

Carefree - Billy Hargrove

Billy x reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 418

Summary: Spending all night listening to music and watching movies.

Authors Note: Just a short fun Imagine that I think is needed. We need to make time to be carefree everyone does and not many do.

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“I could spend all night like this.” Billy stated from up upon Y/n’s bed smiling at the scene before him of Y/n in his button up and a pair of her underwear just moving about her room organizing.

Y/n turned to look at him, she knew he meant it in so many ways. Billy never wanted to be apart or not touching her. She made him feel loved and cared about and he would always completely forget about his dick of a father.

The two met not long after Billy and Max moved into town.Y/n became fast friends with Max which helped ease Max into the party. Billy couldn’t keep his eyes off Y/n after he first saw her. But even though she thought he was handsome Y/n didn’t like his attitude. So Billy had to work for it. And the payoff was completely worth it was refreshing to not have a girl falling at his feet.

An Y/n wouldn’t have it any other way. Billy treated her like a princess. She loved having him over and being with her. Her mom loved him and that’s all that mattered. Billy loved her mom, admired her really. She raised Y/n with so much love and care as a single mother and Y/m/n treated him as if he was her own son. Something Billy hadn’t had is a very long time.

“Then why don’t we?” Y/n smiled butting her lip. It’s not like he didn’t spend the night all the time anyway. Besides Y/n hated him going back to his house. Plus she slept better with him beside her.

“Ya sure?” Billy asked, his face giving away that he wanted confirmation on what she was implying before answering.

Y/n could see a hint of nerves in Billy’s eyes so she moved over towards her bed and got on it. Crawling closer to him on her knees once she reached him she moved back to sit on her heels. “My mom love’s you and not in the creepy way that some in this town do. Stay the night Billy. We could have fun and hang out all weekend.”

Billy smiled. “Yeah, okay. Thanks.” Billy leaned forward to kiss her forehead. Y/n knew it was his silent way of saying how much he appreciated her, her mom, and their relationship without actually saying it. And he did, he really appreciated what they have, and so does she.

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Know Her Better - Daryl Dixon

Daryl x reader (daughter-ish)

Negan x reader (Daughter-DNA)

Carl x reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,950

Summary: Y/n decides to talk to her father in his cell, but it just leads to more hurt. So Daryl decides to have a talk with him so he knows his new place in Y/N’s life.

Authors Note: This is the first Walking dead imagine I ever wrote, it’s not the first posted but it is the first one I ever wrote. Hope you all enjoy it.

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5 Months - Bucky Barnes Mob!AU

Mob!Bucky x reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,995

Summary: Bucky and Y/n had fling, one night stand at least she thought it was a one night stand. Bucky on the other hand has been trying to track her down since. But when he does end up running into her again it might come with a shock.

Authors Note: This is my first ever AU Mob imagine. I love reading Mob Bucky imagines, and I want to write them so bad! This is my first ever one I hope you guys enjoy it. I was thinking maybe a series done like this or a Mob!Bucky x daughter reader series?

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l“That was-” Bucky panted as he rolled off of y/n. He had never had such good sex or a connection during sex that was that powerful.

“Amazing.” Y/n finished his sentence, panting as well from their recent activities with a smile on her face. That was some of the best sex she’d had in her life. Maybe even the best.

“Uh huh.” Bucky agreed smiling widely. Bucky turned his head to look at her, admiring the woman next to him. “Damn.”

The two continued their night with some making out, a bit of snuggling, and then they fell asleep in each other's arms. When morning came Y/n woke first and looked at the clock, it was early 7 am early. Realizing that this was her chance to leave before Bucky woke up. An so there wouldn’t be any awkwardness of the one nightstand morning after.

Picking up her clothes and getting dressed after she made sure she had everything she turned to look back at the dark haired man still asleep. Man did she wish she could stay in bed with him. He seemed so sweet and his grip was hard to get out of when she got out of the bed minutes before. It felt safe.

But it was only a one nightstand, nothing more. So as safe as his grip felt and as sweet, kind and, caring even he seemed. This wasn’t a relationship and they weren’t already together. It is a simple fling.

Besides with who he is, who he’s known as, what he does for a living. It’s not who he is. He has new women all the time and they are never serious relationships, just quick fucks. Y/n wanted something serious, dependable, and real. Not to be a notch on someone's bedpost. So she left.

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“Buck, you’ve been at this for months. I think it’s time you let it go.” Steve sighed, he hated that his best friend finally found a woman he wanted to try a serious relationship with and she could not be found.

“No. No way.” Bucky shook his head in a ‘no’ motion. He had been trying to find Y/n for 5 months. He woke up expecting to find her next to him but all he found was an empty and cold bed.

“Steve’s right man. It’s been five months. It was a one nightstand. You need to move on.” Sam added in. Even though Bucky annoyed him most of the time, he does care for him. This was not healthy.

“No guys I’m telling you, it was more than that. There was something there, something between us that night. We both felt it.” Bucky explained, he understood his friends were coming from and he appreciated it. But he was not going to give up.

“How do you expect to find her than Buck?” Steve asked moving to sit down in the chair across from Bucky’s desk. Leaning forward placing his elbows on his knee’s Steve continued. “You’ve been trying for months and you’ve used all your resources and your still no closer.”

“He’s right. You're a Mob Boss. The Mob Boss of Brooklyn and all the resources you have haven’t worked. That's saying something.” Sam stepped forward, hoping to get it into his head.

Bucky shook his head letting out a sigh. “You both are no help”

“We want to help Bucky it’s just, what's left to try?” Steve questioned but it was more a statement than anything.

“Trust use, Barnes. We’d help if we knew how. All you’ve talked about is this girl for 5 months straight. I’d love to shut you up.” Sam smirked.

Bucky stood up to exit his office. As he grabbed his jacket and put it on Steve asked. “Where are you going?”

“Out. Alone.” he answered gruffly.

“Come on man.” Sam leaned his head back against the door frame.

“Your both not helping and I need some air and space to clear my head. I’ll be back later.” he said as he headed out to his garage to get away.

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Angel - Sweetpea

Sweetpea x reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 957

Summary: Y/n’s close with pretty much everyone in her little group. Jughead and she haven’t officially met. Well, they do now and Jugheads in for a surprise.

Authors Note: Maybe a series done like this imagine? What do ya’ll think? Leave a comment

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“Hey, Angel!” Sweet Pea waved over Y/n once he saw her enter the Wyrm. Y/n headed to her friends with a smile forming on her face. Sweet Pea immediately pulled her into a big hug, squeezing her tight.

“You made it.” Toni greet her with a smile and the two hugged once Sweet Pea let go of the y/h/c-ed girl.

“Of course. I wouldn’t miss hanging out with you guys for the world.” She smiled letting go of Toni to also hug Fangs.

“Angel?” Jughead questioned after watching the mystery girl greet the group of young Serpents.

“That’s what they call me.” Y/n shrugged her shoulders with a bashful smile on her face. Obviously a little shy about the name.

“Angel, can I have a minute?” FP asked coming up to them, Y/n nodded to the older man and walked over to him. FP placed a hand across her lower back, leading her over to a more secluded spot to talk Serpent business.

“Sure. Sweet’s, when I get back pool?” Y/n called over her shoulder with a smile.

“You’re on.” Sweet Pea smirked her way before continuing on with his game of pool against Fangs.

“What’s up, Jones?” Toni asked noticing the look on his face.

“Is her name really Angel? An she’s a Serpent?” Jughead questioned. The girl seemed way to nice to be a Serpent in Jug’s eyes.

“Well, no and yes.” Fangs answered after taking a shot only to miss the pocket.

“She is a Serpent.” Sweet Pea states his voice close to a growl. All the Serpent’s are very protective of Y/n after all she’s their Angel. But Sweet’s more so, so Jughead questioning her Serpent status really irked him.

“But her names really y/n.” Toni elboraoted since the boys were being very vague.

“Then why do you all call her Angel? An a Serpent named Angel is a little ironic since we’re not known to be nice and Sweet.” Jughead crossed his arms narrowing his eyes as he asked another question.

“True, but her nickname is part of a inside joke.” Toni smirked thinking about their reasons for the nickname.

It was clear by the look on Jugheads face that he still didn’t get it. This made Toni sigh and Fangs shove his head.

“Seriously Jones, you really can’t put it together?” Sweet Pea rolled his eyes. The Jones kid could solve a murder but not a nickname?

“Y/n/n can be an Angel but don’t piss her off.” Fangs told Jug taking pity on him.

“Then she becomes the devil in disguise or Serpent if you will.” Sweet’s smirked leaning against the pool queue.

Jughead rolled his eyes at Sweet Pea’s words, he crossed his arms turning towards Toni. “Why haven’t I seen her before?”

Toni shrugged, not really knowing why the two hadn’t met yet. “She’s in the same grade and school as us. But she has been a Serpent longer.”

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My #1 post of 2022

Scarred Freak - Billy Hargrove

Billy x reader (eventually)

Steve x reader friends

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,335

Summary: Billy notices y/n for the first time, but there are rumors about her that concern him so he asks Steve for some info.

Authors Note: I was thinking should I make a part 2 to this? Leave a comment below

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School was something Y/n liked at one point. But of course, there were bullies. Although she could normally get through it no problem, but ever since the whole upside-down thing happened. It was harder. Yeah, now she had some more friends and all but the bullying had gotten worse after her accident.

During the whole upside down and lab thing Y/n had with Steve and the party ran into some Demodogs. Protecting El Y/n jumped in front of her, which ended with her side being bitten into by all those thousands of teeth. She was able to hide it for a while, especially since it was dark out that helped. But eventually, Y/n had lost so much blood that she had collapsed. After rushing her to the hospital the doctors were able to save her life.

Y/n didn’t mind the scars that much, they showed she survived that night. But with all the rumors around town, the bullying just got worse. Sure Steve wasn’t a part of it no more. But his old asshole friends? They loved to taunt her. All the time.

An that’s exactly what happened every morning in the school parking lot, and today was no different. As she and Steve stepped out of their own cars next to eachother, the two normally carpooled and switched between whose car to take but Steve had to do some stuff after school so they didn’t today. As soon as they got out of their cars the two friends instantly heard snickering. Steve shook his head pissed while Y/n just rolled her eyes.

“Look there’s the scarred freak.” Tommy taunted as usual.

“Get some new material prick.” Y/n spat out towards the grade A jackass.

“Oh? It speaks.” Carol joined in with a sinister looking smirk on her lips.

With that Steve had heard enough for one morning and stepped up in front of Y/n, effectively blocking her from his ex-friends and their insults. “Fuck off Carol, you to Tommy.”

Y/n grabbed onto his arm to hold him back, having noticed Steve’s anger rising. “Steve it’s fine. Let’s just leave. Come on.”

Steve gave into her pleading, wrapping his arm around her shoulders as they headed towards the school. It made him feel like he was blocking her from any more crap being said. Leaving the assholes of Hawkins behind in the parking lot.

Billy had watched the entire scene play out in front of him. He didn’t want to add himself into it since he was trying to understand the situation before him. He didn’t understand what Tommy and Carol’s problem was with this Y/h/c-ed girl. Billy had never seen the girl before. Maybe once or twice. But what was running through Billy’s head now, why did they call her ‘scarred freak’? If he was being honest she was the most beautiful girl in all of Hawkins.

There was one way to find out. She seemed to know Steve pretty well. An with the way he seemed to get protective over her, he must know. And it just so happened they have gym together.

After their P.E. ended everyone hit the locker rooms to shower. Billy waited for Steve to get in and most of the others to leave before getting in the shower himself. “So what’s with the girl you were with this morning?”

Steve lifted his head with a raised brow confused from Billy’s question. “Y/n? What about her?”

Billy nodded. “Why do Tommy, Carol, and some others call her a ‘scarred freak’? I didn’t notice any scars.”

Steve sighed, debating on if he should tell the mullet-haired teen or not. Billy hadn’t taunted Y/n that morning and maybe if he knew would continue not to. “Y/n was in an accident a year ago. It happened in the woods. I was there, along with some others. She got attacked by something- an animal. It was…bad. Y/n almost died. She hid it for a while but once she lost too much blood she fell on unconscious. Full on blacked out. We rushed her to the hospital, the doctors were able to stitch her up and save her but it scarred. It’s pretty light but there’s a lot of it. They’re hidden along her torso, back with some on the top of her thighs and some across her arms. She normally keeps them covered. SHe’s not afraid to show them really, but with all the comments she gets from kids at school and sometimes around town. Sometimes she feels self-conscious.”

Billy stayed silent, intentionally listening to what Steve was telling him. Billy shook his head, letting out a harsh breath. “That’s some messed up shit.”

Steve nodded in agreement. “Yeah. It is. So maybe tell your asshole friends to knock it the fuck off.”

“They were your friends first Harrington.” Billy countered with his signature smirk.

“Hmmmhmmm, they were and Y/n was one of the people who showed me that their assholes. I mean I already knew that but she showed me that I didn’t need to keep them around. If you know what I mean.” Steve stated before turning off the water, getting out to get dressed. Leaving Billy with the words that had been exchanged.

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I guess while I’m waiting for my fiancé to come lay down for the evening (which won’t even be for another hour) I’ll make an actual post about how my day went.

Yesterday I ended up taking acid and honestly was not expecting the results. I had acid before — but whatever weak ass shit my ex got us was absolutely NOT acid. What I took yesterday was definitely, without a doubt, acid. So, my expectations were very low going into it. I thought like last time I would only feel mildly stoned or something. But no, I had a full on ego death that I wasn’t completely mentally prepared for, folks. Thankfully, I did get through it with some semblance of good feelings. I overall feel good about the experience and knew how to take care of myself while tripping, even as the acid slammed my face into concrete over and over during the several waves of terror and ego death I felt. Despite this it was still very beautiful. I spent most of the day laying in bed staring up at my dark bedroom ceiling while listening to Alice In Chains. The way the ceiling would move and morph was especially very entertaining.

I believe I’m overall thankful for the experience because it almost felt like a hard reset in my mind. It felt as if I were the subject of an exorcism. As if the big bad depression got expelled from my body and suddenly ‘I’ returned to fix the damage that’s been done over these past few months.

In the beginning of this year, I had a difficult string of events take place. I went through a surprising yet somehow not heart-wrenching break up. I left him for another man I had met and who made me feel like an appreciated human being. On top of that, it all went down during my birthday weekend. I asked my ex something along the lines of “If we were to ever break up, do you think we could still remain friends?” To which he responded believing I was breaking up with him. Well, I wasn’t under that impression until the next day when he broke it to me that we were actually through. I sobbed, and my heart did feel as if it were ripped out of me, but I would be lying if I didn’t say it felt like a relief. Like freedom. And you know what I did after he gave me his snide remarks about the relationship ending? I dried my eyes and made myself dinner without another doubt.

There were a lot of things wrong in that relationship, which isn’t the point of this post. But I do want to be clear that the man I “left him for” was not an affair I was having. My ex expressed wanting an open relationship, which I felt eager to do so I could finally meet some new people. But then I found someone who treated me the way I’m meant to be treated. I found a man who respects and loves me dearly. So I naturally started feeling confused and anxious. Before our break up, my ex and I even had a conversation about how I felt as if I loved this other man, and he said he was fine with me feeling that way because he had already told other girls he loves them. It feels fucked up, I know.

Anything, with that and the combination of discovering weed and gaining a new, happy relationship — I gained a whole lot of weight. My once perfect range of 150-160 (for my body, at least, it’s perfect) all the way to where I’m at now — 220. And good fucking lord can I feel it. I can even move normally while sitting down. That relationship weight and munchies packed on very fast, like, over the span of the last 6-7 months. The acid trip yesterday, again, felt as if it’s healed my mindset and mood.

Today I woke up ready to have another glow up. My ex got to have me at my hottest and he absolutely did not appreciate it — he never even touched me in bed. So not only am I glowing up again for myself but because I think a man who I love with my entire being deserves to have a baby who’s more fit and active. In fact, I’m determined to be even hotter than I was before. I feel brand new.

I watched what I ate all day — even controlling my evening munchies — and worked out for half an hour. While 30 minutes isn’t much, it’s a great start. The work out itself was fairly intense — HIIT and ab movements my body remembers but struggles to correctly perform with all the excess fat in the way. It’s just the first day, though, and I know there’s a lot more work ahead of me. However, I’m determined to get this weight back off. Even if I can get back down to 168 I would be proud of myself. Whether I get there or not (I will), it’s still good to work out to keep myself active again. As winter approaches I know I’ll be hunkering indoors far more often. And with winter comes the desire to stuff my face with warm food. But I know I can do it because I’m able to do hard things.

Absolutely nothing could fuck me up harder than that tab of acid.

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Ali stared at her small watch on her wrists. They were a few minutes late. Ali hated not being punchable, but she hated when people were late even more.

Her blue eyes looked around the small coffee shop in London. She watched crowds with a slight frown. Her blond hair flew around her shoulder because of the summer breeze. She adjusted her blue cardigan, trying to distract from glancing at the clock. Where was Sarah? What was holding her up?

She then spotted that mess of light brown curls that belonged to Sarah Summer. Her friend’s tan skin covered in freckles and her height made Ail even more tiny as Ail hugged her, “Sorry Ali for keeping you waiting”.

“Not all,” Ali said with her usual smile. She had been silly worrying. Her boyfriend Simon called her a worry wart for a reason “How was work, Sarah?”.

They both sat down. “Ugh, don’t talk to me about it. My boss was being a complete ass about me being late with a file by two minutes” she let out an exasperated sigh. “I hate that man. I want to punch his smug face”.

Alice shook her head. “Now be reasonable, Sarah. You need this job. Plus, it’s only for a few months before he retired.” Ail was trying to comfort Sarah (not that Ail was very good at it….thank you Father).

The brunette sighed. “Yeah,” Sarah grumbled as she blew air out her mouth, moving strands of her long hair as the server came over and handed them drinks Ali had already ordered. “Thanks Ail, you’re always so nice”.

Ali let out a small laugh. “Help that we are both creatures of habit,” she said as she poured some milk into her tea as Sarah poured milk into her coffee “Well speaking of worry… I actually need to talk about it” Alice’s tone was quiet as she played with bracelets charms - something she did when she was uncomfortable.

Sarah, raise an eyebrow. “I know that look, what’s going on?”.

Ail took a sip of the tea, taking a moment, trying to figure how to break the news “Well, they have promoted me and Simon to head of the research team”.

“That’s great Ali!” Sarah exclaimed. “The dream team”.

Ail shifted as she always felt uncomfortable with this sort of praise “But the thing is…. the position is in Gotham City”.

Sarah’s brown eyes widen “Oh shit, isn’t that in America?”.

The blond nodded. “Yes, and rather dangerous one at that and not even getting into the dangers of flying or getting a decent flat in the city,” she rambled, “or getting a decent cup of tea”.

Sarah chuckle “Oh Ali, you never change, do you?” she teased

Alice shifted, sitting up straighter and feeling a bit miffed, “I don’t know what you mean”.

“Come on, Ali ‘’ Sarah said with tut “Your mind always thinks the worst. Remember the time you spent 30 minutes deciding if you want a drink or not at a club”.

“Well, it could have been drugged and besides, drinking is not great for you,” Alice reminded Sarah, feeling indignant about this.

So what if she was a worrywart? It kept everyone safe; the world was dangerous and Ali knew it. “Ali, I love you, but you should take the job. You stay at home and you worry too much. Thought you dating Simon would change it… maybe rub off on you”.

Simon always decided, he was never worried and never stressed himself out, he always took risks “Doesn’t seem to have but I’m not sure I could live since I wouldn’t see you and I never even left London let alone another country”.

A tan and freckle arm reach out to Ali's hand wrapping it spring and squeezing it “Going to miss you but Ail this could be good and hell it be fun to bust you in America and you could see all the superheroes” she said with a giggle “Come on don’t you want to see Batman”.

Ali chuckle “Oh how could I forget that hero of Gotham is a man who runs around dressed like a giant bat. Ah, only in America”.

“See, wouldn’t it be more interesting and don’t tell me you don’t want to meet Bruce Wayne in person”.

Ali nodded. “Yeah, you're right” Simon was telling her worries were overblown, so was their new employer Marcia Cates and now Sarah was telling she was blowing it out of proportion.

Gotham was the change Ali needed

Harriet Pratt's sharp brown eyes looked around for as she was sitting on the bus, reading the reference for her new boss - Alice Adventure in Wonderland

Pratt had heard pretty good things working for Jervis Tetch from The Carpenter aka Jenna Duffy, building his wonderland theme lair. Outside of his disappointment, Jenna did not base her Carpenter persona off the one from his obsession. It paid very well for Jenna, because of his obsession with polite manners and anger at those who did not. He was always polite, and you got free food and a costume from the guy.

Compare to others Villains Pratt has work for in the past Tetch was a pretty good deal once you got over his wonderland obsession and habit of thinking every woman with long blond hair was Alice when in “Hatter mode” thus he felt the urge to kidnap them (Good thing Harriet blond hair was kept in short bob then)

Pratt had been speaking through the letter with him, Tetch wanted everything to be perfect and asked for her reference and her size measurements (if it was any other creep, she would tell him to fuck off but no Tetch wanted to make the costume himself).

The thing that took the longest time to choose which character and the final design, Tetch was not an easy man to get away from the need for some book loyalty but soon he budged on making her March Harriet (Not that March Hare that title belong to one Edward Nygma)

Harriet hopped off the bus the moment it stopped at the outskirts of Gotham alleyways. Her heels clicked against the road as she spotted the tea making warehouse (Surprise Batman, didn’t think of it checking a place like this).

Her hand knocked on her the door. She leaned on the wall beside and wave to the security camera ass she spotted the door being open and spotting the new boss .

Jervis Tetch was a tall man with broad shoulders with tan skin and bright blonde hair (obviously was dyed; it was too bright). His gentleman's smile showed off his white teeth (with a very noticeable overbite) and pointed nose.

Pratt’s eyes took in all brightness. It was a lot. The hatter wore a dark blue overcoat with a perfectly buttoned south out a single crease. His light blue trousers were perfectly tailored. The bright green lime shirt he wore with a huge collar made him look taller.

His white gloves adjusted his huge black bow tie soft, polite “Oh Miss Pratt lovely to finally you” He bowed with a soft, polite voice. He took off his trademark black top hat with the blue trim and his infamous 10/6 card.

Pratt smiles, holding out her hand “Pleasure to meet you finally, Mr Tetch” he kissed her hand - a gentleman for sure normally Pratt had to work for such politeness.

“Please come inside,” he said as step aide with motion, his shiny black and white slacks clicked “Gotham is rather cold at night” he said.

The blond woman nodded as she walked in, taking in the wonderland decor and sets. They were clearly down the rabbit hole. “Oh wow, Jenna outdid herself”.

“Oh yes the Carpenter, shame she didn’t want to join us, she would have made a fanatic Carpenter would have been happy to find the Walrus for her”.

Right, she would have to get used to the Wonderland thing Jenna warned about Hatter mode. Depending on the situation, he would go into the Mad Hatter persona fully, very rarely the real Tetch would come out.

“So Mr Tetch, who else is with us, is in the little group?”.

“You meet at the tea party, Miss Pratt,” he said cheerfully. They enter the mad hatter tea room with an overly long table covered in white clothes and high-back chair and other elegant chairs.

“Mr; Dumfree and Denver Tweed” Jervis point to two large men that were sitting in nice black shirts and pants, crimson red waistcoats, with black ties and matching bolder hard. They were twins with short brown hair and matching neat goatees like Vick Dan dyke looking.

“Ah no guessing who these two are, the Tweedles” And unlike Harriet, they clearly didn’t fight on the Victorian outfits. She gave them a little wave. “Hi boys”.

The two started “Hi” they said in unison “Boss” the one on the right “Who’s she meant to be?”.

Hatter chuckled “Meet the March Harriet my fellow gentlemen she just needs change” Tech point “on your left my dear is the Changing room”.

A full on changing room, most of the supervillains even if they had wouldn’t allow the goon to use “Thank you Mister Hatter”. Oh, this job was going to be a lot easier to deal with the Joker or the Penguin and their egos.

Pratt walked into the dressing room. She smirked, seeing her costume. “Oh Mister Tetch, you outdid yourself”.

The outfit looked like a sexy bunny outfit (no way she would wear Jervis’ original idea). Its base was a light brown sleeveless corset teddy hugging her curry figure, matching a brown mom skirt with white lace on the end. Her black biker shorts were mainly hidden. Harriet took her time to put on thigh high brown stockings. She then put on elegant white gloves and brown cuffs. Her outfit was nearly perfect, just needing a few more touches.

She redid her makeup, adding black lipstick, mascara and fake lashes and finally the part she hated the most, which was the only part that was Victorian fashion- shoes. They were ankle black and white boots with buttons lining the sides. Ugh Granny boots “Hey Tetch, where’s the ears?”

“Outside, they need a few modifications,” he said in that ever cheerful tone.

Pratt would have to get used to cheerfulness, but still better than working for the Joker. She walked out to see Tetch sitting at his computer.

On the Tweedle wolf whistle “You look sexy March” which March smirked, she enjoyed the attention.

“Yeah, I didn’t know you were a sexy bunny,” the other said. “Hey Hatter, why is she a sexy bunny?”.

Pratt had chosen this outfit. She knew when she worked as an escort, people vastly underestimated the sexy blonde, make it so much easier to steal from the idiots.

Tetch looked up with a timid grin “You do look lovely my March Harriet but are you sure about the costume? It’s very” he then gulped, “risque if you allow for gentlemen opinion”.

The blond-haired women smirk who knew the serial kidnapper was so timid and bashful “Oh, don’t worry about it. Are the ears done?” The brown ears look like any simple ears headband, but ears were thicker and stood up straight.

The hatter nodded. “Yes, the headband and my hat, the two that are for Tweeds that have the same micro bands, can control others through the micro chips card”.

She placed her headband on her blond bob and looked in the mirror as she did a twirl. “The button on your cuff allows for electricity to go through anyone who tries take off the headband by force,” Hatter explained.

Okay, now that was cool. Tetch really knew how to make a gal feel special. “Do you like it, Miss Pratt?”.

“Oh, very much so Mr Tetch” she replied, flaunting it as she then sat down on one of chairs.

“Wonderful,” He sighed. “I wish you went with my original idea”.

“Yeah, not wearing any Victorian clothing or fur-suit, sorry Tetch. Think of it like an artistic license,” she said with a small chuckle as she pour some tea for herself.

Tetch nodded. “Let’s hope Batman doesn’t intrude on your debutant, my dear friends. Now let’s get back to business”.

Time was funny. This one was moments as Ali was intensely staring at the computer. She felt like starting at her program for eternity. She had a puzzled looked on her face as she played with a pen, twirling in her hand as she leaned on her chair.

After saying goodbye to Sarah, Ail went back to work in the lab, which she was working with her boyfriend Simon. Her blue eyes glanced at Simon, who was trying to repair the robotic.

Simon was a handsome man with grey eyes, brown short and curly hair with sharp features. Like everyone, he towered over Ali. He was broad shoulder and strong looking within healthy muscles (he was such a gym junkie and dragged her there too). He was wearing a blue shirt that was covered in grease and blue jeans.

He walked over to the chair and warped his strong around her, made her smile. “Baby,” he kissed her cheek, “please tell me you found the issue with the software?” He murmured in her ear.

Ali shook her head. “Not yet, think it needs a hard reset again”.

He let out a sigh of frustration. “Not again, we were at this for hours out” he turned her chair, making her smile at how goofy he could. “Want to get some takeaway and get back to this?”.

After Simon went with some Chinese (Ali would spend an hour deciding, so best let him to it) they were knowing eating it “So talk to Sarah?”.

“Mmm,” she said. “Took it well,” she admitted. “Think it would be a wonderful change for us,” she said as she took a chip from the spice bar, felling the spice tingled her mouth.

Simon smirked. “See baby? Told you,” he said with a chuckle as his fork scratched against the plate, Ali cringing at the horrible sensation and the sound.

“Ugh, Simon, you know I hate that,” she scolded as took a bite of her own food with a frown.

He chuckle “Oh don’t be such a baby Ali” he teased, which Alice pouted slightly at it, she wasn't too fond of the teasing about it. Certain sounds and sensation made Ail feel Like someone was bagging her head in, it had been that way since she was a child. “How the hell you going to handle an 8 hour flight?”.

“Headphones?” she said with her blue eyes blinking “And I probably take sleeping pill so I can sleep through the entire flight” she then trailed off lost in thought.

Alice thought about the logistics of moving to another country, the paperwork and not learning about new currency and the extra security measure they would have to take. London was a dangerous place, but Gotham was 100 times worse from all accounts with its collection of supervillains.

“What's on your mind Ali?” He asked.

“Yeah, I’m just worried about moving to Gotham of all places and the amount of paperwork for the work visa ”.

Simon chuckle, his grey eyes had a mischievous look “Ali when are you not worried about something” he flicked her nose “You heard Ms Cates there been a decrease in crime rates the last few months and Wayne enterprise one of the most safe places to work” he reassured

“But what about?"-”

“- We’ll deal with it when we need to,” Simon said, kissing her forehead “We be fine Ail I promise you” he said “Now how about we get back to work”. He kissed her lips.

Alice gritted her teeth against the force. “Again,” said the stern voice bellowed above her in that commanding voice that made her flinch.

“It’s too Hard” she said breathlessly, feeling her heart was about to imploded

“Nonsense, girl, you're not trying hard enough again”.

Alice flinched as she closed her eyes as her head feeling the thudding pain in her head. “I can’t,” she wail in pain. “Please, can we stop”.

“Don’t whine Alice, now try again or there won’t be any supper”.

Ali's blue eyes shot up. She couldn't breathe! The panic in chest and her throat felt so tight. She shot upwards, taking shallow breaths as her hearted pounded. She turned her head to see Simon fast asleep, as Alice's body was shaking.

Ali's shaking, pale hand went over to the nightstand. In sudden movement open it ant took her pack out cigs and lighter, despite her breaths - her throat still felt tight like someone was chocking her .

The blonde dropped off the bed and went over to the window. Unlocking it and opening, she put the cig and light up as she took a breath, blowing smoke out the window and feeling the cool night air on her face.

Soon her heart was calming and Ali felt she could breathe as she took time to smoke looking at the London sky. She closed her blue eyes.

Nightmares, it was why Ali rarely slept through the night or got little sleep. They were always so intense and well smoking helped to dull it even if was rather nasty habit. She took another swig of the smoke as she's looked at Simon sleeping.

Ali smiled looked at him. He was kind, smart and loving. She should be happy to have such a boyfriend. Everyone always told her how perfect Simon was.

Not like Ail could do much better, she rarely went out; not was she very social to begin with. Simon was a sociable one and made the first move to ask her out and all of his friends were hers, expect for Sarah.

Ali looks at her reflection. Ali was oddly pale from her time inside and from years of British weather not helped by her sliver blond hair. Her blue eyes always look too big, with dark bags underneath and her face covered in freckles with her baby looking face, making her look more like a child (a bad thing when you were in a male-dominated field).

Being so short with average build in everything did not help her co-workers view she was so tiny and childlike despite all her attempts to be taken seriously from the way she dressed to the way she spoke.

Gotham was maybe better about since several high-ranking scientists, doctors or all fields went and came into supervillains. (Ali first thought that this promotion was secretly a banishment, and I still lingered in her mind).

Ali put out the cig. She walked back to bed with a smile. She would be happy with Simon.

As Gothamites turn on the Tv news, Summer Gleeson appears on the scene of the crime “Summer Gleason report on a robber that just happens Sean hour ago at the fourth bank of Gotham. The Mad Hatter with serval other criminals calling themselves the Wonderland Gang”.

Alfred raise eyebrow. “The Wonderland gang sounds more like Children’s entertainment group”.

Bruce nodded as his computer hacked into the security camera, showing the robbery. Bruce paused the footage on a blurred figure in a sexy bunny outfit? Even for Tetch, that was strange.

Bruce then played the footage. The women took out the pistol and pointed to the male bank teller with a cruel grin. “Put up yor ‘ands guv’nor, I want yor brass, not yor life.” She threatens in a terrible and clearly fake British accent.

“That worst attempt I ever seen of British accent” Bruce said as he paused the footage on the women's face to analyze it”.

“It’s meant to be cockney accent sir, an insulting attempt of one” Alfred says dryly. In a few moments, the women's file showed up “Harriet Pratt”

“Do you think he hired for the pun?” Bruce said as he looked over her file. “Mostly a thief. She stole her rich clients using herself as an escort to drug them and steal. As well, as a few jobs for Penguin and Joker, it seems ”.

“Lovey lady, just how did she get warped up in Jervis Tetch, of all people? He’s not exactly know for hiring people, perhaps the ears are the update version of his mico-chips”.

Bruce frowned. “She doesn't show the usual signs of being under Tetch mind-control,” he clicks on one of his keys, looking through the footage and spotted two men breaking the sage.

“Dumfree and Denver Tweed” Alfred said. “l suppose these two are meant Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum”.

Bruce nodded with a frown as he leaned on the chair. “They are both twins and have a long list of crimes, assault, thief, even attempted bank robbery” he rubbed his tried eyes. “Odd group”.

Alfred nodded. “Indeed, Master Bruce, I have a feeling this is going to be a long night for you”.

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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Hello! For the continued part of the blurb in which Harry and YN get casted together; this is the reminder :))

Also here’s a thought about it:

Maybe since like Harry met Olivia on DWD, when Tangled started they're like broken up and so so to make it more realistic (It was more of a suggestion but just do you, your readers would love it either way) :))

Have a great day!!!

yes we will definitely continue this!! okay let’s go;

First day nerves were always the worst.

Whether it was first day of school, first day of a new job, first day at university or, in your case, first day on set, you always got a really bad case of the nervous butterflies. It was just unnerving having to meet new people and try and fit into the way everything worked around here. You were a very social person when you came out of your shell, but you could be a hard one to crack if you weren’t with the right people. Luckily for you this set definitely had the right people. After briefly meeting him on the red carpet for Don’t Worry Darling and then having him text you afterwards, you have to say that now working with Harry Styles seemed like a dream. His music and his charisma shaped him into someone you really liked and really wanted to know more about. He was your all time crush and unfortunately, for you, he’d probably gathered that by now - what with your blushing interview over him.

The weather was beautiful and the buzz on set was amazing. Everyone was rushing around and trying to busy themselves until filming started at 8am. You had just been in hair and makeup and were on your way to set now. The movie wasn’t being filmed in its’ complete order, so the first scene that you were filming was where Flynn climbs up the tower and meets Rapunzel for the first time. Where Harry meets you.

You couldn’t quite believe you were actually here. You were a Disney princess, and your favourite one at that. The purple dress was everything you’d imagined and you felt like a dreamy cloud in it. Your flip flops and robe covered most of your outfit though, to keep you warm until you were needed on set. Instead of going straight inside the filming building, you sat outside on a nearby bench hoping to calm your nerves.

To keep your mind preoccupied you went over and over your lines in your head, cursing yourself when you messed up over something so small. Your fingers picked away at each other, damaging the nail-art that had only recently been put on.

“You’re going to cost the makeup department a fortune if you keep doing that.” You didn’t need to look up to know that it was Harry who was approaching you, but you did anyways. He looked beautiful. His hair was styled the same way as Flynn Ryders and you could see the outlines of his costume underneath the coat he was wearing.

“Oh, sorry.” You laughed nervously, putting your head back down to stop him from catching your blush.

“Hey no need for apologises. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He spoke honestly and you felt the warmth of his words spread over your body, like butter on toast.

“Just really nervous.” You admitted shyly.

“Can I…” He pointed towards the bench space next to you.

“‘Course, yes.” You patted the space encouragingly and watched him pull the trousers up from his thighs to sit more comfortably. God, those thighs. You cleared your throat to detach the dirty thoughts from the back of your mind.

It was quiet until he spoke again. “What’s your favourite Disney movie?”

“What?” You asked confused and Harry repeated the question as calmly as he did last time. You expected him to start giving you words of advice, not asking you your favourite Disney movie. “Oh, um, Tangled of course.”

“You know you don’t just have to say that because you’re the lead actress in the movie.” He nudged you with his shoulder, making you laugh as you swayed away and then back to him.

“Yeah I know.”

“Pity.”

“Why?”

“Just would’ve taken you for more of an avid Lion King fan.” He joked, his dimpled smile boasting its’ way onto his cheeky face.

“I am, actually. I just, there’s something about Rapunzel that draws me to her. I don’t know whether it’s her childhood was similar to mine—”

“Wait you were abducted by a weirdly attractive evil woman who claims to be your— wait! So you’re a princess?” Before you can answer he knelt down before you, capturing your hands in his - neither of your missing the tingles of passion when your skin touched skin - and holding them tightly, whilst he began speaking again, “M’lady, forgive me for being so simple.”

“Harry! What are you doing, y’fool?” You laughed at him, trying to get him to sit back next to you as you’d drawn the attention from a few crew members.

“I’m grovelling at the feet of my future Queen.” He said so matter-of-factly you almost, nearly, truly believed him. Chuffing actor.

“Get up you oaf!” And he did with a little more persuasion. “What I meant was that my childhood was quite isolated and lonely - I didn’t have many friends at all.” You spoke from the heart, not expecting Harry’s eyebrows to furrow with confusion or for him to look so sad.

“I’m sorry.” You knew he meant it.

“At least I have Flo, though, now.” You smiled at the thought of your amazing best friend, whom also happened to be Harry’s most recent co-star. Their performances in Don’t Worry Darling were second to none and you were so proud of Flo for delivering such an awe inspiring delivery to her character Alice.

“And me. Don’t forget me.”

“I could never.” You turned to look at him, unprepared to find him staring back at you with hearts in his eyes. You blushed and had to look away, but you rested the side of your head on his shoulder out of natural instinct. It felt right and it felt comforting. “Thank you, though Harry.”

“Always.” He rested his head back against yours, both of you just watching the busy people prepare for your first scene. The nerves had gone though, now, and you were feeling more at peace with yourself - and with him. “Oh and Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I think that you’re drawn to Rapunzel, because she embodies your courage, kindness, beauty and compassion.” Your heart swelled at his words. You never thought someone could think of you this way, let alone Harry. You pushed your head tighter against his shoulder, wanting him to wordlessly know that you were really grateful for him.

“Smooth, Harry!” He laughed with you, “How long have you been rehearsing that?”

“Too many other lines to remember to be learning them ones too. That, Y/N, was all ad-lib.” And your heart swooned a little more again. He was just so perfect and he made you feel safe. There wasn’t a good enough phrase or word in the English dictionary to justify how good of a person he was or how much he meant to you.

“You’re too good.”

“Too good to maybe ask you out for a drink after today?” You brought your head away from his shoulder in shock from what he just asked. Harry, the Harry Styles, was asking you, Y/N L/N, out for a drink. What?

“No, I think i’ll let you take me out for a drink.” You smiled at him, admiration sitting heavily in your eyes that there was no way he could miss it.

“Yeah?” His eyes glinted back at yours.

“Only if you stop with the compliments, i’m so bad for accepting them.”

“Hmm, no can do.” You rolled your eyes and reached over to take his hand in yours and he instantly linked his fingers with yours. It felt right. Warm. Safe.

“Fine, but don’t be alarmed if I just jump you for being too nice to me or something.” Your words came out faster than your brain could process and your eyes widened once you realised what you’d just said to him. You’d just threatened to jump Harry Styles. Fuck sake. And now he wad laughing, at you or with you you didn’t know.

“Alright, but you don’t be alarmed if I do nothing to stop you.”

Now you understood why he didn’t need to ask what was wrong or if you were okay, his presence was comforting enough to make your nerves dissipate and focus on the only thing that now mattered; him.

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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You write Moody so well! I would love to see something where Moody and Remus talk for the first time after Coops was outed. Whether it happens after the meeting Coops had with Arthur and Alice or after the all star break. I feel like they have such a good relationship!

Thanks! This was partially inspired by watching The Karate Kid (1984) last night, so I hope y'all are ready for some mentor hurt/ comfort this fine Sunday! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove

TW for mentioned forced outing

Remus was almost done. He only had a few more drawers to clean out. The whiteboards were as squeaky and shiny as the day he arrived; the desk had a few more dents and coffee stains decorating the surface, but overall it looked decent. He still couldn’t bring himself to take the pictures off, though. It was his life. His friends. He just couldn’t do it.

The sleeve of his ancient Wisconsin hoodie was still damp when he smudged it under his runny nose. No tears had fallen, but he could feel the maelstrom gathering in his throat. Everything he had worked for, gone because of one stupid mistake.

Not Sirius, of course. Sirius would never be a mistake. It was Remus’ fault they had been caught in the first place.

He stared around his office in misery—no official notice of his layoff had arrived, but he knew it would come, and it was always better to be prepared. Maybe it would hurt less if he did it himself, one final ‘fuck you’ to the homophobes before he trooped off with his tail between his legs.

The tiles were cold through the seat of his comfiest jeans. He tucked his knees closer to his chest.

A quiet knock at the door interrupted the suffocating silence. He didn’t answer.

“Kid?”

Remus’ lower lip wobbled and he croaked out a ‘come in’ with as much strength as he could muster; it wasn’t much. The door opened with a creak—he had never gotten around to having it fixed, after all—and uneven footsteps shuffled in, followed by a sigh as his visitor settled next to him on the floor.

“You have a chair, you know.”

“I know,” he whispered.

“Not all of us have young knees. Doesn’t your ass hurt?”

Remus nodded.

Moody huffed through his nose and hoisted him up by the arm. “Well Christ, kid, up you come. You’re awfully dense for a beanpole. What, you got concrete for bones or something?”

“No,” Remus mumbled as he followed Moody across the hall and allowed himself to be plonked down in the soft chair by the door. It was his favorite of both their offices; as far as he knew, Moody never let anyone else sit there. His chest seized as a sob tried to fight its way out. “I’m sorry.”

Moody shot him a look at he got comfortable in the adjacent seat. “For what?”

“I dunno.”

“I don’t like useless apologies, Lupin.”

Remus sniffled. “I should’ve told you.”

“Says who?” Moody snorted. “Your business is your business. You’re a bright young man, none of this is your f—oh. Okay, Lupin, easy does it.”

“I’m sorry,” Remus blubbered as the tears finally started to fall. “I’m sorry, I know you don’t like crying, but I’m kind of a wreck right now.”

Moody made a few soft shushing noises, inching closer until he could wrap an arm around Remus’ shoulders and pat his arm like he was trying to soothe a frightened dog. “Don’t be sorry,” he said. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for.”

The sobs were near-silent; Remus never cried loudly if he could help it, and he already felt bad enough for dripping his perpetual raincloud all over Moody’s office. He caught his breath after a few hitching inhales and scrubbed at his face with his sleeve. “Are you mad at me?”

“No.”

“Really?”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Remus pulled his knees up again and hugged them tight to his chest. “I haven’t called my parents yet.”

“Did they know?”

His heart gave another painful yank. “Nobody knew. Nobody. And—and now it’s everywhere and people won’t leave me alone and I’m gonna get fired—”

“Woah, deep breaths,” Moody interrupted gently, giving him a little shake. “You’re not getting fired.”

“Yes, I am.” Everything felt gross and cold and sad.

“Who told you that?”

“Coach said it might happen ‘cause I’m a doctor.”

Moody scanned his face for a moment, then reached over and grabbed a box of tissues off his desk. “First of all, take some of these. You look like a mud puddle, Lupin. It’s very unsettling. Second, this is a complicated situation and I wouldn’t be too quick to make assumptions. And third, I’ll go to bat for you.”

He paused midway through blowing his nose. “What?”

“You’re a good man. An excellent PT. The best colleague I’ve ever had, actually. You know your shit and if they try to fire you over this, I’m not going to make it easy for them.”

More tears threatened to fall over the edge of his itchy eyes. “You’d do that for me?”

“Don’t sound so surprised,” Moody grumbled.

“He hasn’t called.”

“Who?”

“Sirius.” Remus swallowed hard and, before he could second guess himself, leaned his head on Moody’s solid shoulder. “I’ve called him 23 times and he hasn’t answered a single one. He just…left. Didn’t even look at me.”

“He’s making a mistake.”

“I ruined his life.”

“Hey.” Moody’s tone turned stern. “You don’t get to talk shit about yourself in my office. This is a Lupin Appreciation Zone.”

Remus’ shoulders shook and he closed his eyes; he wished he could just dissolve into the floor and stay there until someone mopped him up. Everything hurt. The world sucked. Moody—

Moody was petting his hair.

The tears stopped abruptly and Remus hiccupped in pure confusion. “What’re you doing?”

“I’m bad at comfort, kid, gimme a break.” The sat in silence for a few seconds as Moody continued to pat his head and muss his hair, which was in dire need of a cut but just long enough to cover his eyes when it was pushed forward. “Feeling better?”

“Yeah, actually. How did you…?”

Something akin to embarrassment tinted Moody’s cheeks and he cleared his throat. “My cat hates thunderstorms.”

“Oh. Cool. Thanks.”

“No problem.”

“Thanks,” Remus said again, much quieter. Moody’s office always felt safe; all the clutter was in its proper place, clean and homey. The touch of familiarity was more of a comfort than he cared to admit. He sat up straight and wiped his face clean, then leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “If I do get fired—”

“You won’t.”

“If I do, I wanted to say thank you for changing my life.” The words hung in the air. “You—without you, I would never have felt at home here. You were the best mentor I could ever ask for and I’m never going to forget that. You did more than just teaching me routines. Thank you.”

Moody cleared his throat again. “Tissues.”

Remus silently passed the box.

“If anyone gives you shit for being gay, you call me and I’ll take care of it,” Moody said once the tissue had disappeared into the depths of his pocket.

Remis blinked at him. “Are you offering to hurt someone for me?”

“I’ll deny it in court.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he laughed. “Fuckin’ hell, this is a mess. I’m a mess.”

“You just got outed and your boyfriend ditched you in an airport,” Moody said bluntly, fixing Remus with a look. “You’re allowed to be a mess. Now go talk to Lily. Call your mom. Do whatever you do that makes you so sunshiney, and then we’re gonna unpack all your shit and put it back where it belongs.”

Remus swallowed hard. Fuck it. Fuck the NHL, fuck the homophobes, and fuck being sad.

Moody narrowed his eyes. “You want to use the kicking bag, don’t you?”

“I really, really do.”

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“Stupid—fucking—son of a bitch!” Remus gritted out as the beat-up and half-folded gym mat squeaked under his assault. It was two inches of plastic and therapy—he was 90% sure Moody had stolen it from a middle school gym, and it had rapidly become the team’s favorite way of winding down after a frustrating day.

“Harder!” Moody barked behind him.

Remus wound up and slammed his foot into it again. “I worked too damn hard to be kicked out for this bullshit!”

“Damn right you did!”

The kicking bag creased in the center. “And I’ve got too much student debt to walk out of here like—like a coward!”

“Yes, you do!”

His grief had burnt off at least five minutes prior. Remus was well and truly pissed now. “And it’s nobody’s goddamn business who I kiss!”

“That’s the spirit!” Moody cheered.

“And maybe his face is stupidly pretty!” Remus threw his shoulder against the mat before he resumed kicking it. “And, yeah, he has really nice shoulders and a great ass—”

“Lupin—”

“But fuck him for leaving me in an airport! What kind of douchebag does that to a guy? I’m hot and smart and nice and I can date whoever the hell I want if he doesn’t appreciate that!”

“That’s certainly one approach!”

Remus stopped with a harsh exhale and dropped one last halfhearted kick to the base. “I don’t want anyone else, though. And I miss his stupid pretty face.”

A hand, heavy but gentle, squeezed his shoulder. “Then go get him.”

#remus lupin #alastor moody #sweater weather #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic

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fireandiceland · 2 years

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Just saw your youth pastor au again and I'm now really curious of how Gil finds out Arthur is trans?

Thank you for asking!! I’ve had that particular scene completely fleshed out in my head for at least half a year but never wrote it down so I’m (ab)using the opportunity 🥰 This is around 2 weeks after they first met and due to not having many other options they eventually had to warm up with each other.

-> no warnings, this is kinda sweet actually, Gilbert for once tries to not be his usual too-straight-forward-self

It’s close to midnight, a little while after all the kids went to sleep in the dormitory that is set in the attic of the cabin where they life for the time of the bible camp. Or they are meant to sleep, but Gil can still hear someone laughing and chattering through the wooden walls. He’s sitting outside by the lake that’s part of the camp area, close enough to still be able to hear whatever the kids are doing before they eventually pass out after being on their feet and outside all day.

It’s a warm summer night and Gil takes a drag from the cigarette in his hand when Arthur steps out of their home for the time and approaches him. The quietly sit with each other for a while on opposite ends of the wooden bench, just taking in the still warm breeze, the moonlight reflecting on the surface of the lake and how millions of stars are visible here without the light pollution of the street lamps.

Arthur’s quietness wouldn’t surprise Gilbert but it’s not the usually ‘I hate being here and don’t want to talk’ one, is it feels as if was too nervous to say anything and it made Gil wonder if he should ask about it.

“Can I-“ Arthur cleared his throat and Gilbert noticed that his voice seems strangled and raw. As if he had been crying. “Can I have one?” He motions for Gil’s pack of cigarettes and the lighter next to it, both conveniently placed on the bench.

“Sure.” Gilbert nods before eyeing Arthur up and down as good as the pale moonlight allows. The reddened nose and glassy eyes spoke for themselves. “Hey, Alice?”

Arthur lightly winced at the sound of his deadname but it was the first time Arthur really noticed that it was the name that cause this reaction and not any other surrounding circumstances.

“You okay?”

Arthur lit the cigarette and hungrily took a drag, savouring the burning smoke in his lungs before exhaling it with a sigh as he look away from Gil, his unfocused gaze wandering over the specs of light dancing on the lake’s surface.

“No.”

The word was close to inaudible, spoken too fast for Arthur to realise what he was saying before it was out. He didn’t notice the questioning look Gilbert shot him. Usually he would ask what’s wrong, but something in Arthur’s apathetic demeanour and his broken voice make Gilbert bite his tongue.

For what was only a few seconds but seemed like an uncomfortably long amount of time, Arthur’s mind raced. Should he say it? Tell Gilbert the truth? Hell, he hardly knew this guy. Would he send him home? Then he’d have to go to the youth detention centre.. Oh god please, anything but that, Arthur found himself begging a deity he still wasn’t sure if he wanted to believe in or not.

“I’m not Alice. Not anymore.“

Silence fell over them again, only disturbed by the nightly sounds of the forest and the occasional shaky drag Arthur took from his cigarette to calm his racing heartbeat.

When Gilbert didn’t say anything for a while, regret started to make his blood run cold. He felt exposed, the shame urging tears into his eyes that burned enough to force Arthur to blink rapidly so as to not cry. Maybe this was wrong. The words droned in his head and he felt dizzy when he noticed himself standing up, almost as if he was just a passenger watching his own body move.

Arthur’s spiralling thoughts came to a sudden halt, when he felt a calloused hand on his forearm. Gilbert’s fingers were rough from working and playing with the kids all day, but his touch was warm and gentle.

“Wait!”

Arthur could see that Gilbert was searching his mind for the right words. He slowly sat back down, giving the situation another chance to not turn into everything he had dreaded to happen.

Gilbert let go off Arthur's arm and took the last drag of his cigarette before flicking the bud to the ground. He exhaled the smoke in relief. He didn't want Arthur to think that this was a problem. That not being Alice was a problem. It just wasn't easy to find the right words in a situation as unexpected as this.

Though, Gilbert thought to himself, was it really that unexpected? In the time they had spent together he had noticed that Alice wasn't exactly girly or very feminine, but trying to be open to new people Gilbert had just assumed she's not the traditonal kind of girl he knew from church. The ones who wear skirts and have long, braided hair.

"So.." Gilbert fumbled for another cigarette from his pack. Usually he only smoked one at the end of the day, a guilty pleasure he's not had the pleasure of getting rid off yet, but tonight called for another one. He lit it up and watched Arthur also take another drag from the cigarette he bummed off him earlier. The way he blew the smoke towards the moonlit sky had something ethereal to it. Gilbert chuckled. Arthur's skin looked almost as pale as his, except for the freckles and various piercings disturbing the perfection. But those imperfections were the reason Gilbert couldn't stop staring at Alice sometimes. No, not Alice.

"If you're not Al- no, I mean.. what should I-"

"Arthur. You.. can call me Arthur." Another bud was flicked at the ground and Arthur shot Gilbert a questioning look. When it was answered with a curt nod he helped himself to another cigarette. "If that's okay."

"Of course it is. Arthur."

The smile Gilbert shot him seemed genuine and Arthur forced himself to a little upwards quirk of his own lips. His eyes still burned from the salt of the tears he had cried earlier and his lungs with the smoke of the cigarette. His heart was still beating a little faster than usually, but it had stopped racing like it had been before.

"Thanks, Gil."

The silence from earlier returned, but now it was a comfortable one. One that didn't demand to be broken by unnecessary words.

Arthur felt the exhaustion of an entire day on his legs and an extended cry at the of it start kicking in. Switching the cigarette from his right into his left hand, he propped himself up with his right hand on the wooden seat of the bench. Gilbert wouldn't have taken so much care in observing how Arthur positioned himself, when it wasn't for their fingertips now being close to touching.

Without time to question why he's thinking about this in the first place, Gilbert's thoughts immediately turned to wonder how Arthur's hand would feel in his. His fingers were so pale compared to the nearly completely chipped off black nail polish. Were they as cold as they looked? Or maybe the complete opposite?

Before Gilbert could find an answer to his questions, he startled he heard a door creak followed by footsteps. At the same time as Arthur he turned to see Matthew and his brother Ludwig approaching.

"Boys! What are you doing up so late?"

Gilbert quickly flicked the only halfway burned down cigarette to the ground and steamed it out under his boot, hoping Ludwig didn't catch what he was doing.

"Mattie can't sleep."

When Gilbert noticed the sniffles coming from Matthew his heart sunk. He knew all too well what homestickness was like. Shooting an apologetic look in Arthur's direction he got up, jumping over the backrest of the bench and ushering the boys back inside.

Arthur gave Gilbert a faint smile, letting him know it was okay. Everything that needed to be said that night had been said already. He watched the boys walk away together with Gilbert, Matthew in the middle of the two brothers, and smiled. Maybe having to be here wasn't the worst in the end.

#bible camp au #aph england #ftm england #aph prussia #hws prussia #hws england #pruk #hws pruk #aph pruk #riva.fanfic #this turned out longer than expected but i got a little carried away #anyways. the short version is: arthur just straight up told him because he couldnt deal with being constantly misgendered anymore #it was out of an impulse but he doesnt have to regret it

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spiltscribbles · 3 years

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Prompt: Pro Athlete Sirius because that my and Remus' kink

~Notes: OMFG VICTOrIA!!!! I FUCKING SCREECHED!!!! lkadfjlaksdgjoiaejfalskdgjioeugisfkldshg Yes tis my kink as well!!! And then I saw this from Nonny and worlds collided and BOOM! I hope you like this my love<3<3 You incredibly talented sugarplum!!! TBH I want to write a thousand more things in this AU XD

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When Remus was young— surrounded by the light breeze of the Welsh coast and the harmony of birds chirping in the distance— he would follow his mother to their small garden behind their cottage at the cusp of twilight as his father cooked their supper, and he’d watch as she laid flat all sorts of newspapers written in French and Arabic and English, watch as she brought her red pen against the ink and marked the articles with underlines and shorthand he wouldn’t understand for years still.

He asked her once, when he was barely eight years old, why she bothered to keep up with so many different publications, why she read the same story penned by countless perspectives when all the facts stayed the same at the end of the day. And he remembers how she had let out a quick, shrill of a laugh, tossing back her golden head while sucking in a puff from the bubbling hookah she had set up besides her— a habit she acquired from her Algerian, refugee parents, and one that became synonymous to those late nights in Remus’s eyes.

“Facts can be wielded to someone’s personal vendettas, Remus John,” she had crooned in that adoring way of hers whenever she spoke to him— honey eyes that were the same color and shape to Remus’s own flashing alight and their matching smiles going crooked in her stunningly beautiful face.

“Oh.” Remus had replied, still confused as all get out but was perfectly fine with just holding his small vigil, watching her beneath moonlight and the soft glow of their outdoors lamps, as he listened to the shuffling of papers while she commenced this odd quirk.

It’s a decade and a half later— as his editor for the Phoenix, a small, but bustling online editorial that plans on dethroning the likes of Politico and Vox in only a matter of years, scans his latest findings on the corrupt boosters linked to MP Avery from Leeds— when Remus thinks he suddenly understands what his mother, with her keen eyes and pixelated air, had meant by facts in how they can be colored differently simply by the words surrounding them. And he wonders if one day soon, one of his bylines will join her little stack of stories, if she’ll be proud of him even if she says as much even now, when he’s a lost twenty-something stumbling through life in the capitol and barely making it as is, between his actual job and the gig he has at the coffee shop nearest his dingy flat he shares with three other blokes.

“Mmm, this is good, Lupin,” Dorcas declares after what feels like an eon, dropping her long, dark legs from where they were lounging leisurely on her desk and scuffs out her cigarette in a pretty, glass ashtray. “Send it over to Flores to look into deeper, maybe it’ll corroborate the info she’s already gotten from her sources.”

Remus feels himself bristle, hopes that it doesn’t show, that his face stays passive as he contends, “I think I should at least help her write the expose, I’m the one who got this bombshell.”

“That’s not how it works, sweets,” Dorcas toots, tossing back her dark head of curls as she rises, perching on the corner of her desk delicately and looking down, straight into his gaze. “I know it’s frustrating, but you’re fresh blood. barely six months here, but Alice has been with us for years. This is her baby, and we’re just here to nurture it.”

“So I’ll have to wait another ten months, at least, to get the same treatment?” He argues in an admittedly petulant way, making Dorcas laugh endearingly, and Remus is suddenly, searingly reminded of his age, and how he’s the youngest staffer that this London based news outlet has on hand.

“C’mon, love, it won’t be that long for someone as sharp as you, just be patient, and don’t try to pull a Zoe Barnes on us, yeah? You’re far too pretty to clean up on the rails of the tube.” Dorcas tousles a hand into his dark tawny curls, and Remus holds back the roll to his eyes that he feels willing up inside of him as he stands fully.

“Thanks Cas.”

She smiles beatifically, and throws him a wink. “You’re joining Emmy for the report tomorrow on those United footballers and their fundraiser for the hospital, yeah?”

“Bright and early,” Remus replies, still feels a bit miffed that he was chosen to write up the charity function, considering he doesn’t know a lick about football and doesn’t really get on with anyone who does. But Caradoc— their typical sports reporter— is out sick with the flew, so it’s on him. “I’ll have it on your desk early enough so it’ll be published by tea time.”

“Good man,” Dorcas says in thanks, picking up her crowing cellphone before waving him off.

Remus isn’t all that surprised when he strides out of the office only to find Benjy Fenwick sitting against the opposite wall, knees pressed to his chest and quickly scrambling up when he catches sight of Remus. Sometimes it’s impossible to believe that the bespectacled man in front of him is one of the top editors for the Phoenix, that he’s a regular corespondent for places like the BBC or CNN— that his rebukes against the piss poor inquiries waged during PMQs have become more anticipated than the sessions themselves. Remus tends to forget all of that when he sees him like this, messy haired and wearing a graphic T-shirt with some marvel superhero embossed on the front. “Wotcher Remus.”

“Hiya Remus says, smiling softly and rocking back on his heels. “You wanted to talk to the sergeant then?”

“Huh? Oh, no, no. I didn’t want to talk to Dorcas, I just— Erm, I know you were showing her that stuff you got from that intern, Pettigrew, and i know you were chafed about not getting any opportunity here so—“ He trails off, scratching the back of his head and studying a point over Remus’s shoulder, and it’s all too endearing, and Remus is so beyond thankful he’s made such a good friend here.

“No cigar,” he says in answer to the unspoken question, shrugging noncommittally even if he feels like shit over it.

Benjy nods, face contrite in a way that tells Remus he never thought it would’ve went otherwise. “I’m sorry, that’s bollocks.”

“’S whatever,” Remus shrugs off the apology, begins walking down the hall and straightening his report to hand over to Alice.

“Ah,, erm. We can get a drink, yeah? In commiseration,” Benjy offers, and Remus stilts only for a beat before continuing the twisting trail to where Alice is set up with the more senior members on staff. And he feels only sorta bad about wanting to refuse. He knows that if he says yes, it’ll mean something different to Benjy than it does him, that he’ll probably take it as Remus finally giving into his pestering and deciding to actually go out with him, even if he’s refuted the other four times he’s asked as much. Remus’s simply just too busy trying to get a footing in this city, and trying to figure out where he’s suppose to go from here, and what he’s suppose to do. And yes, Benjy is cute— a complete Seth Cohen archetype. And he’s sweet and smart and funny enough. But Remus is really not in the mood for doing the whole flowers and wine and candle lit dinners shtick, had gotten enough of that while still with his university boyfriend. And yeah, he’s only just turned 24, but he already feels too old and too jaded for that sort of puppy love— even if Benjy’s got a good decade and some change on him.

Probably sensing his hesitation, Benjy is quick to rectify the offer. “I’ll ask Mary, and Fabian too, and a few others. We can make a night of it, just some drinks on a Friday after work.”

Stalling by the last turn to Alice’s desk, Remus looks at him from over his shoulder, and sort of hates himself for being such a soft hearted fuck sometimes. “Yeah Benj, sounds nice. Just let me know on the group chat, yeah?”

Benjy grins, much more genuine than his awkward quirk of the lips from earlier. “Yeah, good call, I’ll let the others know pronto.”

“Aces,” Remus says, tosses him a obligatory thumbs-up before finding an expectant looking Alice who’s tapping her foot impatiently.

Yeah, today is so bloody shit.

Surprisingly, the round of drinks turns to another and then a third and fourth and Remus is currently nursing his fifth mango margarita on Benjy’s tab, and he actually feels lighter than he has since taking the job at Phoenix, feels bright and bubbling and like absolutely nothing could be wrong as long as he’s got this drink in his grasp and he’s sitting with the handful of reporters and photographers from the office that don’t all have sticks up their asses. It’s fun, it’s good. So obviously it couldn’t have lasted.

Mary is currently cackling about her Uber driver from last night who asked her all sorts of well meaning, but incredibly dense questions about her hijab— a freshly poured glass of coke in one hand, while the other is tangled into her girlfriend Emmy’s. And From his left Remus can hear Fabian ribbing Frank on his crush on Alice, while Benjy scoots intermittently closer as they watch Kingsley and Marlene sparring over something to do with a Kardashian or TikTok trend or whatever the fuck else— The guy has resilience, Remus has to give Benjy that.

“Right, who’s buying next?” Marlene asks, abrasive as ever while scrolling through her phone, ostensively finding something to prove her point against the managing editor.

“Reckon it’s my turn,” Benjy crows, standing up smoothly and glancing down at Remus with a nervous sort of half grin.

“Just a water for me, ta. I need to sober up,” Remus tells him, feels proud that he didn’t even slur slightly. Benjy bobs his head understandingly, and Remus turns to ask Marlene about her latest tinder hookup which always is a good laugh, but then he catches on it. On the sound of the pub’s doors flinging open, followed by a raucous crowd of athletic looking guys probably only a bit older than he is, clambering indoors.

They’re all so very sixth-form, broad grins and slapping each other’s shoulders with jeers, topped off with loud, bark like laughter that makes it obvious to Remus that these wankers think that they’re some sort of group of gods amongst men, roaming around like everyone should fall to their feet and offer everything they have. It makes Remus roll his eyes so far back that it feels like he might’ve sprained them. They just give off this exhausting aura that reminds him of a past boyfriend in tenth year who was on the footie team and who’s favorite activity was either making Remus feel lucky enough to go out with someone so popular, or dragging him around like some sort of bloody trophy.

To put it nicely, Remus sorta hates them on sight. So when he sees one of the tossers— regrettably the brightest of the lot who’s all pearly teeth, and glittering eyes and incredibly impressive shoulders that tape off to a narrow waste in an objectively infuriating matter— swivels up to the barkeep and jostles Benjy on his way, well Remus doesn’t hesitate to dart forwards to tell him off.

“Oi, watch where you’re going, yeah?”

Benjy and the bloke who looks like he might moonlight as a model for Calvin briefs for when he’s not lounging in a yacht off the Tuscany coast, both turn to him at the same time. Benjy looking abashed, and the aforementioned tosser preening like the cat who’s just caught a canary.

“Sorry, love. Didn’t see you there,” he says in a delightfully deep tenner, giving Remus an appreciative once over, and Remus absolutely despises how the action makes him feel both thrilled and irritated. “Trust and believe, I wouldn’t have looked away if I saw you.”

“Not me, arse.” Remus spits back, refuses to pay any credence to how his cheeks have begun to flush. “You bumped into my mate right there, the one with the tray of loggers.”

The tosser darts his almost molten gray eyes over to Benjy for a sparing second before he laser focusses back onto Remus, the most phony expression of contrition all over his face. “Sorry to your friend,” he says the descriptor like a joke that no one else is in on. “Let me buy you a drink in sorry for the one I made slim here spill.”

Remus is officially unimpressed, hopes that his flat tone gets it across. “You’re an arse.”

“You’re mouthy,” he retorts, looks like it’s something he greatly appreciates— delights over even.

“Ah, ’s fine Remus, really. I’ll just bring these back and get us a new glass.”

“Listen to slim, Remus, he’s got the right idea.” The tosser hurriedly interjects, strutting close enough to him that he makes it so Remus has to tip his head back just slightly so not to drop his gaze. “I’m Black, Sirius Black, just to get the pleasantries out of the way.” His leer tells Remus that the name should probably evoke some response of aw into Remus, but all it does is make him sound so egregiously pretentious that Remus wants to smack his own bloody head against a dry wall and stay in the hole until this ruddy Sirius bloke leaves him the hell alone.

“Good for you,” he says instead of all of that, and spots Sirius’s friends from behind Sirius chuckling and elbowing one another. Evidently this is a line the tosser uses frequently, and Remus is pleased that he might be one of the first who aren’t at all impressed by the grandiose way he introduced himself.

“Hah, you know I’m use to the pretty ones playing hard to get, but I’m really feeling here that you’re not exactly liking my company, love.”

Remus sucks in a frustrated breath through his nose, shouldering past Sirius and taking the tray of drinks from Benjy before storming back to their table where the others have begun openly gawping at the scene— Marlene outright squawking with Fabian just as Remus takes his seat.

“Don’t,” Remus warns them all as he silently says fuck off to the water and instead gargles down one of the loggers. And if he has to steadfastly not turn around for the rest of the night towards where he can feel Sirius’s gaze burning into his back— well then so be it.

The next morning, Remus has to puke twice into the toilet, and gulps down three aspirins just to stave off his bloody hangover from the night before where he decided that getting properly sloshed would prove as a good technique to not end up making out with Sirius in some dark corner— or regrettably the backseat of his car. And if he does still remember flashes of ranting to him about how insufferable preppy, rich boys actually are while Sirius gazed at him endeared— well Remus just decides to purge it out along with the stomach acid. It’s not like he’ll ever see the douche again.

He meets Arthur— one of the accountants who also helps out by taking photos for more low key news stories— outside the hospital where the conference will be taking place with the Manchester United team. There was a scrimmage that they all played with some of the kids in the cancer ward that occurred at around eight in the ruddy morning, but thankfully Remus didn’t have to show up until an hour later when the team presented their big shiny check, to the big, shiny hospital.

However, Arthur has been here for hours, so he’s beyond chirpy and looks like he’s downed three cups of espresso as he chatters on about his son Percy starting secondary school, and his eldest, Bill, getting an award for his reading prowess, and all the strange craving his wife has been having throughout her pregnancy with the twins they’re expecting any week now. And Remus loves Arthur, he does— one of the sweetest folks he’s ever met— but God, his head is still thrumming from those misguided tequila shots and he really just wants to get his three quotes, and write up the story so he can find refuge back in his sheets.

While Arthur has moved to talking about his wife, Molly’s, plans to open up a daycare in their refurnished garage, Remus scans his eyes over the familiar face of reporters from other outlets who look just as bored as him, and then to the stage where a woman in a sharply pressed suit is ushering for the group of football stars to join her, so that the conference can finally fucking begin.

And Remus thinks that their faces are sorta familiar, probably from all the publicity they get on the telly— but then he freezes as he stops at one of them with dark brown skin, and thick rimmed spectacles— and he suddenly can hear him chatting about his redheaded girlfriend and drunkenly declaring that she’ll be the mother of his children some day soon. So he completely expects it when his stomach drops as he moves his glance just a bit to the right, being struck by pearly teeth, and glittering eyes and incredibly impressive shoulders that tape off to a narrow waste, made all the more infuriating by the tight kit he’s got on and the blazing number twelve splayed against his chest.

And fuck.

Remus runs through about a dozen scenarios in which he can make a discrete, or not so discrete exit before he notices him, but in tandem to his spiraling thoughts, the wanker actually looks forwards, and like a creepy metal detector, his quick silver gaze pinpoints onto Remus.

They stare at one another for a beat before his smirk goes wolfish, and he runs a hand through his artfully tousled hair in a way that practically screams, fancy meeting you here. And holy fuck he looks so mouth watteringly attractive with that faint film of sweat running down his neck, and how his smile pulls slightly more to the left, and how he’s looking at Remus like he’s his birthday and Christmas presents all rolled into one.

Remus suddenly hates everything— but most of all hates Sirius, and how bloody fit he is.

“Oh, you’re a fan then?”

Starting, Remus shifts around slightly so that he’s facing Arthur completely. “Pardon?”

“Sirius Black I mean, you’re a fan?” Arthur asks in that abrasively congenial and intensely scrutinizing way that he treats everything. “I mean he’s a great player, but I know you don’t really watch. So I bet it’s all that charity work he does, yeah?”

“Charity work?” Remus echos, feeling like a floundering fish.

“Truly some amazing stuff.” Arthur pontificates, rubbing a hand against his jaw as he tips his head back. “I mean obviously I’m partial to the fundraising for Reporters Without Borders, but of course the things he does with the more impoverished kids is great. And I know Molly likes his very outspoken posts about being anti war and his annual live streams to earn money for refugees in those war torn nations, like the last one he did for Syria?”

“Oh—“ Remus says, feeling like his head is being overrun by a fountain of new information.

“Yes well, you don’t usually see athletes get into the thick of it with political issues, but I reckon he never really minded. I mean the fact he’s the first football star from United to have come out without any fanfare really proved that. Oh, I think they’re starting, I should probably get some photos before Dorcas gives me a tongue lashing.”

And as quick as the flash of his camera’s lends, Arthur is using his considerable height to get to a more advantageous spot towards the front, and leaves Remus in the dust, as if he hasn’t just obliterated his every assumption of Sirius from after that initial meeting.

And unbidden, the words his mother had told him so many years ago, about facts and how they can color a situation just simply based off the person who’s speaking them— flood to the forefront of his mind.

“Fucking hell,” Remus mutters lowly, gets jostled by Greengrass, a hawkish reporter from a rivaling publication who always has on the most wickedly sharp acrylic nails, and perfectly quaffed curls— as she waves around her certification to speak her inquiry.

“My question is for Potter,” she announces when the woman leading the event, McGonagall, points her way. “And I was wondering how early you boys have to rise for training during the season? And how intense the sessions are that Coach Hooch puts you guys through?”

Potter, the one with the redheaded girlfriend that Remus heard so much about last night between his ranting at Sirius, parts his lips, but it’s not his voice that ends up reverberating through the outdoors space. Instead, it’s Sirius, who’s shouldering him with a goading air, obviously expecting his comment to have only ended up in Potter’s ear and not caught by the mike.

“I wonder if Lupin will let me wake up with’m so he can let me get some real training done before practices, eh?”

And just as soon as his words pitter off, the entire crowd drops to a hush— quiet enough so that they could probably hear it if a pen dropped.

Sirius’s handsome face— strong jawline, and broad but sharp cheekbones, and a long, narrow nose— goes suddenly ashen, and he flashes over to Remus as if he’s terrified that he’ll bite his face off.

God, what an idiot.

With a long suffering sigh, Remus plucks out the microphone from a slack faced Greengrass’s hand. “We can discuss the regimen afterwards, Black. Just meet me by the front doors and let your mate answer the bloody question.”

Everyone around them falls into laughter that’s caught between uncomfortable chuckles and amazingly amused cackling, but the only person Remus is paying any mind is Sirius, and how he seems to have gone absolutely incandescent, nodding electrically before miming the zip of his lips and gesturing for Potter to carry on.

Jesus help him, Remus has no idea what he’s gotten himself into.

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auroracalisto · 3 years

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for the first time

summary: the reader finally sees her life in a new point of view, thanks to carlisle, who has helped her with her abusive husband, her baby girl luna, and her life in general.

pairing: carlisle x female! married/widowed! abused! reader

word count: 1.6k words

warnings: female reader, married and eventually widowed reader, reader is abused by her husband, reader has the surname Wolf in this bc comedic reasons, reader has a child named Luna by said husband, mentions of murder, no depictions but carlisle definitely did the stabby stab (at least if that’s what you wanna assume he did), uhhh reader got them widow benefits by the end but that’s a story for another time, ALSO for some reason i put this in the year 2005 and it goes on to 2006/2007? so this would technically be the same timeline as bella and edward meeting. so first movie. yes. i love the technicalities of everything. honestly didn’t mean for it to happen but it did so

a/n: i have no words

Carlisle first had the honor of meeting you at your then-husband’s Christmas party. It was December 20th, 2005. Your child was most definitely due by the end of January. You were quite literally glowing, and Carlisle believed you were the most beautiful thing he had seen in some time. However, most of the beauty was because of your skill with makeup. Without it, bruises galore would be revealed to the outside world, and your husband would not be too happy to find out that you showed off the newest shiner he gave to you.

Even while pregnant, he did not care for your wellbeing. Hell, he made it quite obvious that he would never care for the little girl growing in your midsection. But even if he was a terrible prick, you decided to have this child. Of course, maybe it would have been better for you to end the pregnancy early on. However, a part of you didn’t want that. A part of you wanted to have the baby and leave your husband. Whichever order it came in would be fine. But knowing now that it would be the latter made you nervous.

The second time Carlisle saw you was in the middle of a grocery store, calming down your newborn baby. Your husband had sent you out in the middle of February, just a month after giving birth. You were alone, and everything was upsetting. Your baby’s little cries caused your own tears to well up in your eyes.

When the two of you made eye contact, you finally broke. You didn’t want anyone to see you like that, and yet, here you were with your husband’s co-worker, crying in the middle of the bread aisle.

“Mrs. Wolf, please. Let me help you,” Carlisle softly said, leaving his buggy on the other side of you. He came over, looking at your baby. “I’ll get her to calm down.”

You took his word for it, allowing Carlisle to comfort your crying child. “Please. Don’t call me that. [Your name] is fine.”

He watched you with soft eyes and nodded. “And who is this?” he softly asked, looking down at the fussing infant. Her eyes were shut and she never once had actual tears—one thing that never sat right with him was how babies couldn’t form tears until they were about two months old (sometimes even longer).

“Luna,” you softly spoke, watching as your little girl started to calm down in his arms. You sniffled softly, wiping your eyes with the back of your sleeve. You should have been more careful, but you didn’t care at this point. It was getting harder and harder to do this; if someone saw a bruise, someone saw a bruise.

“That’s a beautiful name,” Carlisle spoke, looking back at you. “She is very lucky to have you as a mother.”

By the third time Carlisle had properly talked to you, your husband had died. Under mysterious circumstances, but he was gone. And you couldn’t have been happier. You had an idea of what had happened. Especially when you once opened your eyes in the middle of the night to see a flash of blond hair. But you drifted off back to sleep, not thinking anymore of it until the morning after when your husband was missing. However, you never once said anything.

Weeks after he had passed, you had hired a babysitter for the evening. Carlisle’s two girls.

And for once, you did not have to worry about the makeup covering your bruises. In fact, you wore your makeup how you liked it instead of having to wear it to protect your dead husband. You found yourself sitting in your car, in front of the hospital. Alice had informed you that her adoptive father was currently at work—that he was constantly working, and he never once took a break.

Maybe you should have just turned around. Maybe you should have just left Washington, altogether. But your legs started moving before you could stop them. And once you saw Carlisle, you knew that you had to speak with him.

You didn’t even have to say hello to him for the man to walk in your direction. He smiled kindly at you, and you wanted to say something. You desperately wanted to thank him for saving you, even if he never admitted it.

But the words never found your tongue. Your arms wrapped around the doctor, your face buried deep in his blue dress shirt and his white lab coat. Carlisle had never been more grateful for not carrying his clipboard around. He wrapped his arms around your body, holding you close.

Although the two of you never said anything, one thing was clear; you were both grateful for each other’s existence. Even if you lived vicariously through passing glances and thoughtful actions.

Luna was nearly one by the time you decided enough was enough. You were a widow, now. You did not have to worry about what your husband would say. And one thing was certain; the blond-haired doctor had your heart in more ways than one.

He was so kind to you, always offering help and joyful smiles. His conversations carried you through your long days and kept you awake at night as you thought of how you could tell him how you truly felt.

But now, you knew enough was enough—you knew that you were not getting any younger, and neither was Carlisle (of course, because he was human—of course, you wouldn’t learn that until later). You needed to talk to him. You needed to take a course of action.

You grabbed your keys, walking to your door. Luna was babbling in her car seat. You sat it down to get the door open, nearly jumping out of your skin when you saw Carlisle standing there, prepared to knock.

He had a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand and a rather awkward smile.

“My apologies... are you going somewhere?”

Your cheeks began to burn. You sat your keys on the table beside your door, shaking your head. “I was going to see you, actually.”

Luna giggled up at the man when he came into her line of vision. She adored Carlisle.

“Oh, that makes this easier then,” he let out a soft laugh, hesitantly holding out the flowers to you. “These are for you. I... I had asked Alice what your favorites were. I hope you don’t mind.”

You smiled. “No... No, I don’t,” you said, clearing your throat. You moved out of the doorway so that he could come into your house. “I was hoping that.. well, I am hoping this now. I’ve needed to talk to you. For a while now. I really, really need to just get this off my chest, you know? I just—”

“—could I be of any assistance?” he chuckled softly. “Perhaps I can find the words that you are searching for.”

You rolled your eyes, unable to keep your smile from forming. “Carlisle, I’ve... loved you since before my husband died. I know that for a fact, now. And I... hope that you feel the same way. About myself. And Luna. We’re a package deal, you know.”

He chuckled softly and nodded. “I know that you are a package deal. I... am very glad you feel that way, too.”

“Too?”

“Yes,” Carlisle smiled at you. “I have loved you since the first time I have set eyes on you.”

You snorted out a laugh, crossing your arms over your chest. “That long, huh?”

He just smiled, watching you with kind, golden eyes. “There are many things I need to tell you, [Your name],” he said, finally shutting the front door behind of him. He looked down at Luna and got her out of the carrier, especially when she happily reached for the man. “Perhaps we can take this evening to talk?”

You smiled, nodding. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, but yeah. I’d like that.”

All of you made Carlisle’s beatless heart skip. He could only hope that it was the opposite for you (he could definitely hear how fast your heart began to beat the closer he got to you). Luna entertained herself with the buttons on Carlisle’s shirt while the two of you talked until she fell asleep against him.

Perhaps it was that moment that you truly knew that you were in love with Carlisle. No—that action only fortified your love for the man. You knew you had loved him just as long as he had claimed to love you. And for once, you were not afraid of what love could do.

Because you believed you loved your deceased husband, you married him. You slowly watched him become a horrible person. And then you had Luna with him. Of course, that was the one good thing that came out of him. Perhaps the chance of meeting Carlisle as well.

But you knew that now, the love you felt for Carlisle was as real as the infant in Carlisle’s arms. And it would never burn like your last loveless love.

For the first time, it felt like you were seeing yourself in a new light. You were seeing everything from a different perspective. And Carlisle allowed that. Carlisle helped you find that.

Even if he hadn’t have been there, you would have still found it. However, you knew that he made it so much easier than it would have been.

For the first time, you knew real love. With Luna, and now with Carlisle.

Despite everything that had happened to you, it seemed as though the universe was finally connecting the dots. And you couldn’t wait to see what she was going to give you, next.

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 3 years

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For each member of the Cullens, what do you think it would take for them to realize the extent of how unhinged Edward is and what do you think they would do about it, if anything?

Well, we’re going dark places today, aren’t we?

Alice

Alice is already fully aware of what Edward is, she simply doesn’t care.

There are visions that Alice misses, Edward thinks Alice misses the vast majority of Biology due to being hyper focused on Jasper (and likely missed the school massacre that Edward was seriously planning) but there is a lot she doesn’t miss.

Every time Edward thinks about how great it’d be to smash Mike Newton’s head like a watermelon, every time he considers devouring Bella, every time he enters her room unannounced to stare at her while she sleeps unawares, the time Edward considers genocide of the Quileute Tribe because of Jake’s telling Bella a story he doesn’t even believe, Alice knows.

It changes nothing for her.

She roots for Edward and Bella’s relationship, not because she knows for a certainty it will work out, but because it might. And that slim might, where Bella Swan might survive and become Edward’s lover as well as her own Barbie is worth everything they put Bella through to get there.

Also damningly, Alice cares very little for how good Edward is for Bella just as she cares very little for Bella period. Bella is Alice’s excuse to party and a dress up toy, but Alice will cut contact with her to a) please Edward b) prove a point to Edward.

Worse, Alice will take Bella to Italy, a city where she knows Bella will be killed with a 90% chance upon entry, on the slim chance that they might prevent Edward’s suicide. Yes, she vaguely explains the risk Bella’s taking, but she doesn’t say it in clear terms nor does she waste much time arguing.

Edward is far more important to Alice than Bella.

What I’m getting at is, thanks to her gift, Alice is intimately aware of just what Edward is capable of. She doesn’t care. And yes, there’s something to be said that Edward, more often than not, does not act upon these futures and he shouldn’t be condemned for choices he does not make. However, he does make some of them, and Alice knows.

There’s nothing I think Edward could do to either inform her that she was gravely wrong in how she perceived him or drive her away. Alice would be disappointed he’s thrown the family into such disarray but most likely would try to steer him away from whatever choice would cause such a rift.

She would aid, abet, and enable him because that is what will keep the Cullens together. Which is something Alice very much wants.

Carlisle

Carlisle lives in a river in Egypt, the water is made of double think. There are strong hints that Carlisle’s family is not quite as gung ho or altruistic about the diet as he is. Instead of being appalled, Carlisle quietly lowers his standards, and gives enthusiastic applause when Edward does things like choose not to brutally murder the serial rapist who nearly raped Bella. This is big growth for Edward! He also takes measures like sending family members who have accidents to their victims funeral, in the hopes that something, maybe, might make them see humans as people worthy of life.

If you asked him though, he’d talk about how amazing his family and the Denali are for the diet, and how he’s so proud to be a part of this community that values human life. LOOK HOW MUCH THEY VALUE IT.

When it comes to Edward, I think Edward holds a special place in Carlisle’s heart. He was not only the first person he turned, but Edward left and came back, to Carlisle this signaled that he’d found meaning and purpose in preserving human life. More, Edward... is very good at hiding what he is and is desperate that Carlisle above all others never see it.

Rather than have a conscience, most of the time, what stops Edward from “you name horrific action” of the day is the thought of “What would Carlisle say?”

My point being, from the outside, especially to Carlisle, Edward truly does look like a noble soul. There are... flags, but they’re easily ignored or written off as issues with Edward’s emotional maturity.

Where Carlisle starts getting concerned is with Bella. Edward leaves for Alaska, great, Carlisle’s proud he was able to make that decision and know his limits. ThEn EdWArd CoMeS BaCK.

Edward comes back, in a week, nothing has changed, and he refuses to leave. Carlisle talks to him, Edward’s thinking he’s better than Hamburger and he can’t let her win, what he actually says to Carlisle is something along the lines of “I can’t run from my fears” Carlisle does an upside down smiley face then says, “Yes, you can, please do” And Edward doesn’t.

Things with Edward and this girl get progressively weird, but Carlisle is very proud that Edward sees the value of human life and not murdering a girl for being nearly hit by a van (this is how low Carlisle’s standards have become), and then Alice goes, “Oh, by the way, Edward is in love with this girl!”

Carlisle just sits there, “Alright then” and quietly puts aside his dreams of moving to a town where Edward doesn’t eat Bella Swan.

But I’m getting off track, this isn’t about canon where Carlisle can explain Edward’s actions away as noble but extreme, emotionally immature, and misguided.

Eating Bella’s not enough. Carlisle will see this as a tragic accident, something he foresaw, but something he assumes will haunt Edward for eternity. And, as it will haunt Edward for eternity (though not for the reasons Carlisle assumes) there will be nothing to make Carlisle question Edward’s character. He was young and foolish to think his limits were endless, but this was a tragic accident.

And it’s something, that in canon, Carlisle is hoping won’t happen but expects with helplessness.

I think there are a number of things that could do it. Had Edward eaten Biology, had he decided to defy Volturi law by eating Saint Marcus’ Square, but staying closer to the realm of possibility...

Had Edward forcibly aborted Bella, murdering her and her child in the process, or else if Renesmee didn’t have her gift, and Edward murdered her after her birth (assuming Jake didn’t get to it first).

Those actions cannot be excused away nor cannot be seen as tragic accidents. They are premeditated and evil, and yes evil is a strong word, yet here we are. This is Carlisle staring in the face of madness.

And that’s what it will take.

If Edward cheats on Bella, then while Carlisle is sad and disappointed, affairs happen and passion fades. More, Edward and Bella married awfully young and barely knew each other, this perhaps isn’t surprising.

If Edward eats a human Bella on the day she’s supposed to be turned, in very suspicious circumstances right at the last minute. Carlisle will know, deep down, but never allow himself to believe it. He’ll think Edward is utterly devestated and had let his guard down on that last day in anticipation of Bella’s turning.

This though, there’s no denying this.

I don’t believe Carlisle can kill Edward. Murder is not in his nature, and more, Edward is so dear to him. And now that this has happened, Carlisle would blame himself in part because surely, the human Edward Masen would never have become this.

He’d likely reach out to Aro. Eclipse has happened, but not Breaking Dawn, and more everything is in question. He has to know the truth from a man who has seen Edward’s very soul. He goes in person, likely tells Edward his plans, and Edward rages but that doesn’t stop Carlisle.

Rosalie (more on her below) would never forgive Edward, ever, she is done. She and Emmett likely go with Carlisle to Volterra to hear the truth of what Edward is. Esme stays behind with Edward, torn in half, but unable to leave his side in this time of crisis. With that, her and Carlisle’s marriage completely dissolves on the spot. Alice stays with Edward as well, which means Jasper does to, though this likely starts the gears in head and he begins to contemplate leaving his wife. Though I imagine he won’t act for some time.

By the time Emmett, Rosalie, and Carlisle reach Volterra the coven is broken.

If Bella survived, if Edward murdered Renesmee while she was out of commission for three days, then I imagine she too goes to Volterra. Not for truth, but so that Aro can murder her, because there’s no point in living anymore.

Emmett

It would have to be beyond the pale extreme because Emmett gets more hints than most of the family (i.e. Carlisle and Rosalie).

Edward doesn’t really confide in Emmett, per se, but he does say some pretty damning things on their hunting trip in New Moon and give off varying vibes of crazy. Rather than realize that Edward, perhaps, is dangerous, Emmett only gets the feeling that Edward might not be alright in the head. Mostly, Emmett doesn’t want to think about it.

So he gets to listen to Edward raving about how Bella could be crushed by a meteor, wondering why Edward even cares when two days ago he didn’t give a flying fuck about this rando tasty human.

To Emmett, Edward has been laughing madly to himself for days, is now a paranoid wreck, and is starting to creep him out but... Maybe if he ignores it, Edward will go back to normal?

Not helping is that Emmett doesn’t care about human life. He’s constantly telling Edward to treat himself and eat Bella, in a manner that suggests he vicariously wants to live through the delicious experience (as well as get Edward to calm down).

If Edward eats Bella, Emmett will slap him on the back and say “Good job, bro!” If Edward eats Bella after the whole “love” thing, well, that’s weird, but, uh, “Sorry, bro?” If Edward murders all of Biology...

Then Emmet might do a double take and think, you know, maybe something’s not right with Edward.

I think he’d suggest he and Rose take a very long vacation and wait for things to calm down. Hoping that, if he ignores this, it will go away and Edward will return to a... saneish person.

What Rose thinks is a different story.

Esme

There is nothing on this planet that could tear Esme away from Edward. Esme’s purpose in life, the thing that gives her joy each morning and each night, is her family which you can condense down to Edward: the best and brightest of all of us.

We see it in canon.

The day after Edward decides he’s in love he acts like a lunatic. The car smells like Bella, as he kidnapped her for a ride home (Bella did not realize she had, in fact, been abducted. Edward does for two seconds then says to himself, “No, no, this is--completely necessary. I’M A MONSTER”

Jasper, Alice, Rosalie, and Emmett get to ride home in this Bella smelling car. Edward keeps laughing, like he’s in an opium den, it’s fucking weird. Edward offers no explanation, the car always smells like Bella, what are you talking about?

Edward then skips to the piano, giggling to himself, and sits down to compose. An action he hasn’t done in years. He’s still grinning and giggling to himself, by the way. Alice joins him at the piano, being equally cryptic and weird as usual. For some reason, Rosalie leaves the room in complete humiliation and shame. This is never explained to anyone watching.

Esme is sitting in the room, taking this all in, and thinks nothing. Instead she smiles, at beautiful Edward, and asks him to play the song he composed for her. She’s so glad to see him filled with joy again. She tells him that he is the best and brightest of all of them.

Esme later gives Edward her pretty much express permission to eat Bella if the girl is causing him such pain and misery. Luckily for Bella, Edward’s in love. So he passes on that and assures Esme the most wonderful thing has happened, he is in love.

My point being, Edward could drop the corpses of the students he murdered in Biology so he could more efficiently eat Bella at Esme’s feet and she wouldn’t blink. It wouldn’t even process for her. Esme would continue carrying on as Esme, nothing changing, while the rest of the family stares agog at the city Edward just murdered.

There is nothing Edward could do or say that would ever change Esme’s mind and she will always treat him as her favorite child.

Jasper

With his gift, I imagine Jasper suspects. Edward loathes Rosalie, despises him, and his feelings for others are... strange. He holds indifference and contempt for mankind and when it comes to Bella. Woof, what a cocktail.

He has no proof though, but I imagine if the smallest thing comes into his lap, that suspicion would become a certainty.

As for what he’d do, it’s hard to say.

I think, in most scenarios, he’d look the other way. Yes, Edward is a monater, but Jasper to is a monster if for different reasons, he has no room to judge. More, Edward is in many respects the heart of the Cullens, far more than Japser himself is. If Jasper goes causing strife, making accusations the others may or may not believe, then the coven could collapse.

This place, these people, are what Jasper thinks he’s been searching for all his life. For the first time, he knows peace, and is trying to live a life where he doesn’t persist in agony every time he succumbs to eating. Jasper is not going to risk that falling apart, even if he finds Edward unpleasant.

And if Edward keeps it to himself, or if the occasional human is the victim, then that’s a price Jasper is willing to pay.

Jasper might actually get concerned when it comes to Bella. For all Bella’s not very close with him, he holds her in very high regard. He nearly devoured Bella, and she forgave him, she forgave him his monstrously brutal past and has never flinched from him. She is a reminder of what humanity can be and why it’s important.

If he realized the threat Edward is to Bella, not just in eating her, but on a level much darker than that, then he might start to act and would probably try to get Bella to leave while she could. However, he also likely knows Bella would never listen, because she doesn’t see what Edward is and nothing would convince her otherwise. Not to mention, as soon as Jasper knows, Edward will plot against him so that no one in the family will ever listen to a word he says.

Not to mention that Alice, of course, must know and doesn’t care. That will be quite the blow to Jasper taking any action.

Barring extreme circumstances, Jasper does nothing, he just watches and waits to see what the others do.

Rosalie

For all that Edward doesn’t bother to be nice to Rosalie, and is ready to lay into her at a moment’s notice, he’s very dear to her. He is, in all regards, her brother and she cares for him deeply as she does the family as a whole.

Rosalie has no idea what he truly is and it would take a lot for her to accept it. More, unlike Carlisle, although she prizes human values and tries to hold herself to human standards her morals have slipped enough that she genuinely advocates murdering Bella Swan in her sleep so that Rosalie won’t have to move.

Murdering Bella won’t be enough, Rosalie will see it as the accident that could have been avoided if Edward hadn’t insisted on being a fool.

I think, for Rosalie, the best way to drive it home would be a sexual crime. Had Edward forced Bella’s abortion in Breaking Dawn, that would have done it. First, it’d be such a messy, bloody, affair at that point and would look like a horror show (which means Edward’s more than likely to eat Bella in the process). Second, this would be Edward taking the child that Bella wanted, tearing it from her and murdering it, and performing the most vile action that Rosalie can likely even contemplate.

I don’t know what she’d do, I don’t think Rosalie’s capable of killing Edward, she cares for him too much, even after something like this. However, I think she would make an ultimatum to Carlisle “either he goes or I go” and then would never speak of Edward again, he’s dead to her.

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