#Silvia hand poke

[hamiltonells]

Is this it?-lewis hamilton

lewis hamilton x fem!reader. summary: dating a 7time world champion wasn’t easy especially when you have a crawling baby, and lewis? well he was busy portraying an f1 driver lifestyle and partying. but what happens when the press and rumours get a bit too much.(I suck at summarys😫).

big thank you to anonymous to helped me pick a baby name, you was a big help and your a genius⭐️

WARNINGS: angst,a few time skips, lewis being a little bit of a arsehole, cheating bad writing, povs are everywhere like it’s kinda confusing I’m sorry

I really want to do a part two, so let me know people x

(y/n pov)

“this one’s my favourite” I softly speak as I run my fingers over the ink behind his ear as he lays on my chest.

I’m sat up against the head board in lewis white crisp button up shirt, “hm this one’s my favourite” he mumbles into me as his hand goes straight to the tattoo under my boob that says “𝓁𝑒𝓌𝒾𝓈₄₄” “your my favourite, handsome” I kiss the side of his head.

you had been childhood sweethearts you being slightly younger than him since being in his younger brothers Nicolas year at school, it was that much of an age gap but the media loved t rub it in.

i was broken out of thought when lewis phone goes off, “who’s that” I question “nobody” he grumbled as he puts his phone down,but something was telling me differently.

I reached out of the bed to put my underwear back on from the night before, as I got up out of bed and grabbed my phone. “y/n where are you going” lewis shouted as I was already out of the bedroom making my way to silvas Room, silva the light of you life, your little girl she’s just reached 8 months.

“come on sweetie, let’s get some jobs done aye” you lift her up out of her cot.

I had a washing basket in my hand with silvia sitting in it with the clean washing. She was in nothing but her diaper, smiling up at me as I threw warm clothes fresh out of the dryer in the basket with her.

She laughs as I toss a shirt on her head playfully, blanketing her face. She laughs harder and reaches her little hands up to push the black shirt off her face so it just sits on top of her head. She peeks up at me with that big smile and dense dimples.

I pick her up as blow raspberries on her cheek as she giggles, lewis had gone out an ‘important meeting’ apparently he had been on a lot of those lately.

a knock on the door fills your ears as you carry yourself and your little one to the door, a concerned max comes into your eyesight as you open the door surprised, “maxie hey, what you doing here” you smile at him and you welcome him in with a hug as Silvia giggles.

“y/n, are you okay?- oh hello you” his thick Dutch accent entering the room as he pokes her nose.

“yeah of course I am why?” you question him as you lead him into the living room (a little inspo x)

“you haven’t heard have you, oh god” he panics as he searches for his phone in his back pocket, he reaches out for silvia as he passes you his phone.

you couldn’t believe your eyes, but your lew he wouldn’t do this to you just thought you was just going through a rough patch, tears start to well your eyes as max comes and comforts you.

According to People magazine, Lewis and Shakira are getting to know each other better."They're having fun and masturbating," an exclusive source said.Representatives for both did not respond to the magazine.

Shakira was spotted in Miami Wednesday on a boat with the racer, not long after the two were seen running in to each other at a restaurant in the area. see photos..

you couldn’t believe what you was reading, was you so blind to it all?

you feel your throat closing up on you, “y/n breath, breath with me y/n/n” you hear max whisper in your ear, while holding your hand.

“what am I going to do” you hiccup as you look around your living room seeing the happy photos of yourself and you little family.

“hey let’s put the little one down yeah” max rough voice broke you through your thoughts, you both stood up and went to put silva down for the nap.

Max was like you brother, ever since you both had met you was inseparable,he was always around the corner to pick up the pieces for you, you and lewis had many fights over max, but you two was just like brother and sister.

an hour had passed by the time you had fully calmed down, the hard sobs turned into little sniffing onto George’s shoulders, and in that time the doggy carer had stoped by to drop off roscoe.

“I can’t stay here max, I feel suffocated in here” you soft voice broke out as you lifted you head up out of roscoes body, “you and Silvia can stay at mine, but you can’t hide away from him y/n, you have his daughter, you also have Spanish gp you can fly with me if you wanted to”

“yeah that would be great, thank you m”

you was almost ready to walk out of the door when lewis walked in, your bags by the door silva with max bopping up and down while he tried to get her to sleep.

“y/n?” Lewis voice rung out to you followed by a “max?” When he saw you both, “I’ll go wait in the car” max says while passing the little one to lewis when he reaches out for her, and putting your bags in the boot of his car.

“wait in the car?” Lewis ran over by what he said “I need to go lew” “is this about the photos?” he followed after you when you put you last things together.

"-it was not intentional, y/n, we were both drunk-" his voice broke, you freeze in your place, “so it was true”

"Was I not good enough, lewis ?" He stays quiet, eyes finding the carpet beneath his feet “was you daughter not good enough?” The anger you feeling boils in you.

"Don't you ever say that again" it's his turn to become angry. How dare she think that!? He loved you, and he still does, even though he cheated on you.

"But it's true, lew" you now has tears in you eyes and all lewis wants to do is pull you into his chest and tell her that it's not, that he loves her so much, but he doesn't do that, he just sits there and watches her full apart, all because of one? drunken mistake

“Your missing out on you daughters life lewis all because of this party lifestyle”

You sigh and wipes under your eyes "-let's take a break, yeah? So you can figure out what you want. I'm not letting go of all the effort I've put in the last years"

“I’m going to stay with max for a while, I’ll see you at the gp, I’ll bring silva and maybe you can spend time with her there”

lewis wipes his own tears and nods, he doesn’t need to think about what he wants, he knows what he want, his daughter and you.

you both say goodbyes with one last hug at both on your guys doorstep, tears leaving both of your eyes when you whispers goodbye in the corner of his neck.

“bye silv, I’ll see you soon yeah, daddy loves you” he says when you pull apart from him and presses a kiss on to her puffy cheek.

“I love you” lewis confesses after doing the same and pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I love you”.

lewishamilton ✓

lewishamilton: always you 2 ❤️

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[tgmsunmontue]

Season to Taste - 7/? WIP

Explicit Hangster - Celebrity Chef Bradley and Naval Aviator Jake Seresin who have a relationship spanning the globe before they realize how tightly bound they are to one another. Heading into this little world.

PROLOGUE/ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

                “You need to work the dough.”

                “Stop worrying about your clothes.”

                “You will get messy.”

                “Come here. Watch me.”

                Bradley follows Nonna’s instructions, now fully aware just where Leandro gets his demeanor from, although while she is exacting, she is also much freer with her praise. He’s also meant to be helping Violet with her English, but so far she seems unimpressed with him, watching him fail at making pasta.

                “More flour.”

                “Now work it.”

                “You get strong arms making pasta,” Nonna says, poking at his bicep and Bradley huffs in amusement. “Okay. Stronger arms. You make all the pasta from now on. I can rest my old bones.”

                “You’re not old.”

                “Never ask a woman her age! Or even imply that you might know it.”

                “I know, I know. All women are beautiful.”

                “And all the men, sì?” Silvia asks, coming into the kitchen and Bradley flushes, because he hadn’t exactly expected her to find that out the way she did. Fortunately neither she nor Leandro seem to care, and now Violet is looking at him with surprise rather than disdain. It makes a nice change.

                “And all the men,” Bradley agrees, ducking his head with embarrassment.

                Silvia lets out a mad cackle of laughter and pats his face, leaving a flour imprint.

                “Come on now, we still have to make ravioli…”

…            …            …

                He knocks on the door and waits for Leo to come and answer. He’s packed a small bag, basic toiletries and a change of clothes, even if the assumption is that he won’t be needing them. The door opens and he goes to step forward, greet Leo with a kiss except…

                “Oh. Shit. Sorry. You are not Leo.”

                “No. No I’m not. Nice to know he’ll get a warm welcome though. I’m Violet, one of Leo’s cousins.”

                “Oh, hi. Nice to meet you. Jake Seresin.”

                “Seresin? Huh.”

                She’s giving Jake a once over, and rather than feel like he’s getting checked out he feels like he’s being assessed and critiqued, a bit like he’s undergoing inspection back in USNA and about to be yelled out for having a spot on his boot. However he’s got five older sisters and he can wait out anyone.

                “Everything okay?”

                “Hmm. You’ll do Cinderfella.”

                “What?”

                “Just what I call you. Leonardo got drunk and talked about you. I called you the one who got away. Like… Cinderella. But Cinderfella.”

                “Clever. Except I didn’t leave a shoe behind,” Jake grins, quite intrigued to learn that Leo definitely remembers him. That he wasn’t just a vague memory but had made enough of an impression to not only be remembered, but talked about and for his cousin gave Jake a nickname. He’ll take it.

                “No. You didn’t.”

                Her voice is low and serious, she gives him another look, this time Jake wonders if he’s being measured for a body-bag, suddenly a little more nervous. He didn’t expect a shovel talk for a hook up. Prolonged hook up sure, but still a hook up. She jerks her head and steps aside, calls out something in what he assumes is Italian which he thinks he might understand half of. He steps in after her, takes the open door for the invitation it is, toeing off his shoes. Leo appears and his face lights up when he sees Jake and he smiles back. Raises an eyebrow when Violet slaps a hand on Leo’s chest and starts talking to him in rapid fire Italian. Leo is still looking at him, although a quick few snaps of her fingers in front of his face bring his attention back to her.

                “It’s rude to talk in front of guests when they don’t understand...” Leo states with a grin.

                “Oh, I’m sorry. Do you want me to repeat what I just said in English?”

                Jake raises an eyebrow, because it’s obviously got to be embarrassing for him, or maybe Leo. Or maybe her, given the way she’s flushing, although he thinks she might be angry with Leo for putting her on the spot.

                “It’s fine. I don’t mind…” Plus he’s sure Leo can tell him later if it’s funny.

                “She was just saying it was a shame you don’t have a sister…”

                “Uh…” Jake starts, because Leo knows he has sisters. Maybe not quite how many, or that one is in fact a lesbian, if that’s what the angle is here, but he’s not just going to toss that out there.

                “I was joking! Ugh. Call me when dinner’s ready.”

                “Yes your highness…”

                She gives Leo the finger and it reminds Jake so much of his relationship with his own sisters it makes him grin. Leo had said he didn’t have siblings, but obviously he’s got cousins he’s close to. Close enough to work and travel with anyway. Then Leo is clearly not caring about his cousin and is stepping in close to him and giving him a deep kiss, like the one he’d planned to give him when he opened the door. Nice to know they would’ve been on the same page at least.

                “Hi. All good?”

                “Very good… anyone else here I need to meet? Or hide from?”

                “No. They’ve all gone, managed to get earlier flights. Just me and Vi. And she’s going back to New York day after tomorrow.”

                “And she knows when to make herself scarce…”

                “That she does…”

…            …            …

                Bradley feels energized, the other side of fucked out and instead is going to be in a sickeningly good mood which is going to annoy Vi so much. He can’t wait. He is indeed going to make dinner and he’s not going to do anything fancy or new, but he does need something to direct his buzzing energy into so he’s making pasta from scratch, enjoying Jake’s company in the kitchen as he watches Bradley feed the dough through the pastaio.

                “You know, I would have been fine with store bought right? Even takeout.”

                “Just as easy to make it. And it’ll taste better.”

                “If you say so.”

                “You can give me your honest feedback…” Bradley says, pausing to give him a kiss, and it drags on a bit longer than he anticipates, Jake shifting to grab and massage his ass and he groans into it, a little amazed because he’d thought he was done. At least for a little while. Apparently not.

                “No fucking in the kitchen!”

                “Vi…” Bradley groans.

                “I told you to call me when dinner was ready.”

                “Does it look ready?” Bradley snaps, and she’s interrupted the beginnings of a nice make out session.

                “No. And it never will be ready if you keep stopping to…” she pulls a face and waves her hands around, her annoyance at not being able to find the rights words palpable. English idioms were something she’s always hated.

                “Play tonsil hockey?” Bradley asks. “Grab ass? Mess around? Suck face?”

                “Better than sucking other things. Come on. Cook already. Then I’ll go back to my room and put my headphones on really loud. Because I won’t make that mistake twice.”

                He rolls his eyes, pulling away from Jake with reluctance, reminds himself that she’ll be gone in less than thirty-six hours. And he’ll probably miss her when she’s gone, although he’ll only have ten days with Jake and then… well. He doesn’t want to think about what comes after. Instead he lets Jake and Vi make polite conversation and she’s telling him all about her Masters in business and languages while Bradley finishes making the pasta and then starts on the sauce. It’s a simple carbonara with some pancetta and mushrooms because he’s scraping the bottom of the barrel in terms of ingredient with it all used up for filming yesterday and then consumed pretty much immediately, and he’d used the rest of it for breakfast and really hadn’t thought it through. At least he’ll be able to go to the farmers market again twice before he leaves. He dishes up and Vi looks at the bowl and then at him, pulling a face and he chuckles.

                “Leave me alone. I’m on vacation.”

                “I’ll say.”

                He puts the sauce on the table automatically, but he sees Jake reaching for it automatically and he grabs his wrist.

                “Wait. Just… try it first without the sauce?”

                Jake rolls his eyes and does a whole put upon sigh; Bradley tries to ignore the feeling of Vi’s eyes boring holes into the side of his head. Jake dutifully tries it, nods and smiles and then promptly adds sauce and Bradley just lets himself shake with silent laughter. Just his luck the hot guy has god awful taste.

                “He’s… you’re… tomato ketchup on pasta? Leonardo.”

                “He’s not making you eat it,” Bradley says with a laugh out loud this time, and he sits down, hooking his ankle around Jake’s. It’s the third meal now he’s seen Jake add ketchup to and he’s starting to think Jake’s tastebuds might be dead. Or unable to taste anything other than ketchup.

                “Salsa scandalo. Mamma mia… Nonna e la Nana sarebbero morte.”

                “Shut up. They wouldn’t die,” Bradley says, kicking her under the table in an effort to make her remember to at least try and stick with English.

                “Oh, I think they would. Then they’d turn into ghosts and haunt you.”

                “Salsa scandal?” Jake asks, repeating part of what Vi had said.

                “You adding ketchup to pasta. Our grandmothers would both have something to say about that.”

                “Bitch. You’d normally have something to say about that. Il cazzo deve essere davvero buono.”

                Jake chokes and Bradley looks at him sharply, remembers Jake saying he’d been learning Italian using DuoLingo. Huh. He probably understood something there, dick or good, or both. Vi can be incredibly crude when she thinks no-one understands what she’s saying except for Bradley.

                “Jake here is learning Italian, so you might want to watch your language. Don’t want him to think you’re not a lady.”

                “Uh, there was never any danger of that…” Vi snorts. “So, Italian huh? That’s a funny coincidence.”

                Jake just shrugs and smiles at him.

                “No, not really.”

EIGHT

[sailorsplatoon]

Chapter 8 is here! I was pretty excited to post this one. If you've been following my blog, you'll get to see a few familiar names in this chapter that haven't shown up in the fic until now!

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The door slowly creaked open as Four made their way inside. As usual, there were people everywhere. When Four entered, every head turned towards them. 

“I’m home,” they said, as if asking a question.

A roar of elated shouts filled the room as every member of Four’s family rushed over to hug them as once.

“My baby is home! Where were you?”

“Are you alright? We missed you so much.”

“What are these?” Aunt Shina noticed Four’s scars immediately. 

“Don’t worry, I��m okay. There just some scars—” Four’s voice was drowned out by the worried shouts that followed. “I’m okay now, really. Its a long story…”

“Hey, Four, I know you wanted to do a big reveal thing but Deep Cut is outside vandalizing your car.” Acht poked their head through the door.

“They’re what!? How do you know!?”

“They’re streaming it. People are trashing both of us in the live chat. I think they’ve convinced their fans that we have a rivalry with them.” Acht held up their phone, on the screen was Shiver and Frye destroying Four’s car and a very worried Big Man in the background.

“Okay I’m going to go deal with them, while I’m gone you guys get to know each other. Acht, this is my family. Family, this is Acht, my partner. Okay I’ll be back soon bye!” Four rushed out the door.

Acht could feel everyone’s eyes on them.

“Partner?” A woman asked, who they assumed was one of Four’s moms.

“Yes.” They shifted around awkwardly. “It’s nice to meet you all.”

“Come on in. My name’s Nancy, I’m Four’s mom. This is my wife, Alex.” A different woman said, gesturing to the first one as she introduced her. She stepped to the side to let Acht in. “Then there’s my sister Fran and her son Ash, my other sister Artemis, her wife Luna, and their kids Wanda, Ember, Raine, and Jace, Alex’s sibling Birch and their child Kai, her sister Quinn and her kids Vi, Silvia, and Rini, and Alex’s other sister Shina.” Nancy introduced everyone in the family at once, leaving Acht to memorize all their names as if studying for a quiz. She showed Acht to a sitting area with enough cushions for everyone in the family and more. As Acht sat down, they felt like they were on trial.

“So, tell us about how you and Four met.” Nancy sat across from them.

“And maybe how they got all those scars?” Alex said sharply.

“I think that maybe they should be here for this conversation.” Acht was getting nervous. How were they supposed to explain everything to Four’s family on their own? Suddenly, they felt a set of small gentle hands picking theirs up. A young child had crawled over to them and was holding their hand in front of her face.

“Why are you green?” The kid asked.

“Uhh…” Acht didn’t know how to answer. How were they supposed to make sanitization kid friendly?

“Rini, come back over here.” Her mom— Quinn was her name— called her back over and she returned.

“That’s a good question, why are you green?” Alex narrowed her eyes. Acht felt like they were being interrogated. 

“Okay, Deep Cut’s gone but the car is in bad shape. It’s going to cost a ton in repairs.” Four strode in, not bothering to knock. They caught sight of the upset faces throughout the room. “Oh shoot what did you talk about without me.”

“Nothing. We’ve been waiting for you. What exactly happened while you were gone,” Alex said, fuming. Nancy put a hand on her arm to try and calm her down.

“Okay. Kids go play outside.” Four sighed.

“But we wanna know.” A different child spoke up now. Acht was pretty sure his name was Ash.

“I’ll explain it to you all later, but right now the adults need to talk privately, okay?”

“Okay!” With that, the children got up and rushed out the back door. It led to a huge yard adorned with swing sets and stick forts. They would be busy out there for a while.

Four found a seat next to Acht and looked around at the remaining people in the room. “Do you remember when I introduced you all to Captain and Eight? And how we talked about the Deepsea Metro? And sanitization?” Realizing that Four was starting with their story, Acht tensed. Four grabbed their hand, squeezing it tight.

“Yes, why?” Another one of Four’s aunts replied, their name was Birch. 

“Well, that’s where Acht was before we met. They were sanitized. That’s why they look the way they do.”

“So they’re okay now?” Shina said slowly, cautiously.

“Oh yeah yeah yeah, absolutely. They still have some physical effects, but mentally they’re totally fine! It’s actually because of that project I was helping Marina with, the Memverse. It was made to help bring back the minds of sanitized octolings.” Four squeezed Acht’s hand harder, not ready to talk about the Memverse again. Acht squeezed back.

“So what happened to you?” Alex asked. Her words were harsh, but it was because she cared.

Four took a deep breath and began. “When I went into the Memverse for a beta test, there was a glitch in the code that caused a being to be formed called Order. Well, technically Smollusk but Order when I met it. But that’s not important. It did this thing called greyscaling to me. What that means is it took away my memories, my thoughts, and my emotions so that it could use me to fight.” Four’s words grew shaky. They felt tears burning behind their eyes. Acht let go of their hand and wrapped their arm around them. “Thank you,” they muttered. “Eight, Acht, Pearl, and Marina were able to save me. They had me climb the Spire of Order— the thing in the Memverse that allows sanitized octolings to regain their memories— and it worked for me too. I met Acht in the memverse while I was still greyscaled. As I regained my memories, I started to realize how amazing they are. They are one of the biggest reasons I’m even here right now.” Four’s tone was softer now, it’s shakiness nonexistent. Acht blushed at their kind words.

“You make it sound like you didn’t do any work to regain your memories. You fought hard. And it’s because of you that I’m even out of the metro.” Acht pulled Four closer.

“And what about the scars?” Nancy asked.

“Oh, we don’t actually know. Marina’s current theory is that because I was in the Memverse for so long, it caused my headset to overheat and burn me. But I’ll be alright, you all really don’t need to worry about me!” Four waved off their family’s concern.

“We’re going to worry about you. But right now I’m just glad you’re home safe,” Shina said.

“Should I go call the kids back in? They’re going to want to play with you, Four.” Birch stood up, walking over to the door.

“Ooh I’ve missed them so much!” Four joined them, dragging Acht close behind.

“I don’t think I like that Acht person,” Alex muttered to Nancy, out of earshot of everyone else. “I’m worried Four is just so attached to them because they were the first person they met after a traumatic experience.”

“I was thinking the same thing. We’ll make sure to talk with Four about it later,” Nancy muttered back.

Every child ran inside at once, practically tackling Four. They all had a million questions, only a small portion of which actually had to do with the topic at hand. Four introduced Acht to each child individually, giving them a refresher on their names. The two ended up being pulled in different directions. Acht was dragged into a room full of instruments by a group of older teens who, upon learning they made music, wanted their help with their band. Four was called over by Jace to see all the stuff he got for his birthday. They felt so bad about missing it, and decided to make it up to him by letting him tell them everything about how it went. They’d buy him an amazing gift later.

“And I got this cool Super Squid action figure, oh and I also got this!” He ran into a corner and unplugged something. Four couldn’t see it yet from where they sat. “Mom got it for me. It’s a VR headset, so you can play all kinds of games on it!”

Four’s hearts sank into their stomach. It was clearly a different headset than what they had used, but it just felt so similar. The memories of that digital world bubbled in their mind. They couldn’t keep the worst ones from resurfacing. “That’s really cool.” Their voice cracked. “You can tell me more about it in a minute, I have to go to the bathroom.” They stood up and ran to the restroom as fast as they could. They refused let their cousins see what they feared was about to happen to them.

****

Acht felt a light buzz in their pocket just as the kids stopped playing. 

“Did you like it?” One of them asked with enthusiasm.

“Yeah, it was amazing. I’m impressed by how good you all are already. Sorry, I think I got a text and I have to make sure it’s not something important,” they said, whipping out their phone. Their eyes widened when they saw the message. It was from Four.

“I need you.” That was all it said. Not good.

“I’ll be right back.” Acht stood up and walked out the door, trying to stay calm.

“Acht, are you alright?” Nancy asked, seeing Acht wandering around the house aimlessly.

“Where’s Four?”

“The bathroom. Why?”

“I think they’re in trouble.” Acht ran down the hall to where they prayed the bathroom would be. They didn’t understand the layout of the house at all and were just hoping they weren’t about to run straight into a closet.

“In the bathroom?” Nancy called back, confused. She ran after Acht, the other family members following close behind.

Acht rushed to the door, now certain they had found the right room. They practically rammed their body into it when they knocked. “Four, are you alright?” 

No answer.

“They’re an adult they can handle themself in the bathroom,” Alex remarked.

Acht ignored her comment. “Four if you don’t answer me I’m going to assume you’re not okay and come inside.” 

Still no answer.

Acht ripped open the door, thankful that it wasn’t locked because they certainly would have knocked it down if necessary. Four was crouched on the ground, staring at nothing, their face blank.

“Shit it happened again. Get the kids out of here, they don’t need to see Four like this,” Acht instructed, joining Four on the floor and kneeling down in front of them. Birch led the children into a different room.

“What’s happening to them?!” Nancy asked, frantic.

“They’ve lost control.” Acht gently placed their hands on Four’s shoulders, ignoring the worried shouts from Four’s family. They didn’t have time to explain. They had to help their partner. “Hey Four,” they spoke soft and calm. “I know you can hear me in there. We’re going to get through this just like we did last time, okay? Just focus on my hands, and my voice, and your breathing. Ready, we’re going to breathe together. In…” they took a deep breath, waiting for Four to take one in return. They did not. Acht kept going. “Out… again in… out… in…”

Four suddenly inhaled sharply, as if gasping for air after nearly drowning. The life returned to their face and tears began to form in their eyes. “Acht…” they squeaked. 

“Good morning, gorgeous.” Acht choked. They wrapped their arms around Four, pulling them into a hug as they began to sob. “It’s okay. I’m here for you. You’re safe,” Acht whispered as Four bawled into their shoulder. 

Four’s family watched from the doorway, unsure of wether or not they should go in. Noticing their hesitation, Four reached out their arm to them as if to say, “Please come, I need you all right now.” They each slowly made their way over, pulling both them and Acht into a hug.

Acht hadn’t noticed when Four’s relatives walked over, they were too focused on Four. But they certainly felt each of them joining in their embrace. And was was amazing was that they didn’t just hug Four. They wrapped their arms around Acht too. 

“Thank you for working so hard to protect them,” Alex whispered into Acht’s ear. “I’m sorry I judged you so harshly. Four cares about you, and it’s clear you care about them. As far as I’m concerned, you’re a part of the family now.”

Acht smiled wide. They hadn’t really had a family since being sanitized. And now, they got one of the best ones.

Four’s sobs slowly died down. While the method wasn’t great, they were still able to get their family to like Acht. This was certainly a success.

[dorkydiaz]

I'M NOT A KID NOW SO I CAN READ IT ALL {1.7k | getting together | first kiss | feelings placement | crushes} [ao3]

a/n: title from sunday crossword by j.maya

“...and dad in a couple weeks is our first middle school dance. It’s sparkly winter themed, whatever that means…” 

He heard about the dance for three days straight. and then it stopped. 

It was a rare day when he was able to pick Chris up from school, letting him climb into the back while he stayed in his seat with a watchful eye. and Chris is quiet. Eddie lets the quiet fill the space for a while. 

“Any updates on the dance buddy? Figure out what you are gonna wear, do we need to go shopping?” he bites his lip remembering the last time they tried to buy formal clothes. 

Chris grumbles, “I don't want to talk about it.” and continues to look out the window, a sad look in his eye. 

“Okay.” he shifts his grip on the wheel and after pondering for a moment changes his course and drives toward the beach. 

He puts the car in park and opens Chris's door who looks at him defiantly. 

“C’mon kid, here we go.” Chris rolls his eyes a little as he gets out of the car. He knows the drill, they've done this a few times since Christmas, each time they gain a little more healing. When they reach the sand Eddie hoists him up, crutches under his arm. 

They settle down on the sand. 

“So, what’s going on, what happened?” 

“I don't want to go anymore.”

“Why?” 

“Lindsay laughed at me.” 

Eddie doesn’t know who Lindsay is, but he might have a few choice words if he couldn’t guess that she’s also twelve years old. 

“I asked her to go with me, and she laughed. and I thought I had a crush on her but maybe I don't, because I don't know what that actually means. So I guess, how do I know if it is?” 

Eddie pauses, processing all that information that came so fast, it felt like Chris aged a few years in the span of less than thirty seconds. 

“Well, it’s different for every person, you know?” he starts, “Some people get butterflies when the other person is around, or you want to be around them all the time, or they make you laugh. Maybe you think they’re just that much prettier or handsome than your other friends or peers.” 

He swallows and pushes something out of the way for later. It’s about Chris right now. 

Chris contemplates his words for a moment, twisting his mouth around, starting a word and then stopping. 

“How’d you know with mom?” 

Eddie is a bit startled by the question, it’s not that he never thought Christopher would ask, he just wasn’t really prepared for it to happen now. But it makes sense. He lets sand slip through his fingers for a moment while he thinks. 

He smiles at the fond memories of their early days of friendship, the first time he heard her laugh and saw how it sparkled in her eyes. How it had been a group trip to the beach when they first kissed, the only two single people, each of their friends poking fun at them about their obvious crushes on the other. It had been torture. But then she kissed him and it was better than Lana at the 8th grade dance, or Silvia in 10th. 

It was supposed to be an end of senior year fling, that maybe held over into the summer before Shannon went to school. And it was. And she did. They kept it alive during breaks and if Eddie had the chance he would visit her. And then she came back to El Paso pregnant after Junior year.  

And they got married by the end of May. Shannon’s dress just covering her 5 month bump. Eddie wasn’t sure why they tried, everyone would know anyway. 

He enlisted two weeks later. Didn’t tell her for three days. Then left. 

And it had been the beginning of the end. 

But he turns Christopher's question over in his brain, “She was my best friend. Her laugh was the first thing that made me love her that much differently.”

Christopher bites his lip and digs a hand deep into the sand. 

“Hey, what’s up bud?”

“I don’t remember her laugh anymore, Dad,” Christopher replies so quietly as if he is afraid to admit it. 

And Eddie’s heart breaks, tears prick his eyes, he hates that Christopher carries this pain with him, “That doesn’t mean you’re forgetting her Chris. We must have it somewhere if you would like to hear it though.” He pulls his son into his lap, even if he is too big and just a few moments ago they were talking about his first crush and his first school dance. But he can’t help it, and Christopher doesn’t refuse. 

He nods into his dad’s shoulder, and then sits back. 

“You know I was doing the math the other day, and I- I realized that the amount of time that we had together is shorter than the time I’ve had without her.” 

All he can do is run his fingers through Chris's curls and pull him tighter to his chest. 

“I know, kid. I’m so sorry.” he swallows past the lump that’s formed in his throat because his son is supposed to use his new algebra skills to figure that out. It’s for, well he’s not entirely sure cause math was never his subject unless it was practical like figuring out how many units to administer in the field. Under pressure. So he does what he can and holds his son while the sun sets over the horizon. 

Chris relaxes after a while. 

“What happens to me if you die too?” he asks after a moment, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. 

And how many times can his kid break his heart in one evening. He's surprised this hasn’t come up before in everything they have been through over the past year. 

“Oh, kid.” and Chris just stares at him, waiting, “Buck will take care of you. It's on paper, a very special legal paper. You’ll stay right here, with him, and Bobby and Athena, Chimney and Maddie, and Hen and Karen. They’ll take care of you, just like they do now. And you won’t have to move. I can't promise,” Chris nods in understanding, “but I will never leave you without fighting tooth and nail to get back to you. okay?” 

“Okay.” Chris replies softly, before resting his head back down. “And Buck knows, and wants to do that if-”

Eddie swallows, “Yeah he does, he loves you so much.” he runs his hand through Chris’s hair again and sighs. and they breathe together for a moment. 

“Do you still not want to go?” Eddie asks as the last rays of sun disappear. Chris just nods his head. 

“You know what? I think we should have our own party at home, invite Denny, maybe Harry will be in town? I am sure Buck would be thrilled to help out. We can decorate, whatever you want. How does that sound?” 

Christopher ponders it for a moment and a small smile creeps up his lips and he nods slowly. “Can we get pizza on our way home?” his eyes turn big and tilts his head with a small smile. 

“I'm gonna have to talk to Buck about teaching you that look,” Eddie responds and Chris laughs. 

“And you’ll talk to him about your crush on him too?” 

And Eddie is speechless, his mouth forming a small oh in shock. 

“C'mon Daad, you totally want to be around him all the time. and you just invited him over to help kind of arbitrarily and you know he’ll say yes. And he wants to too. You really thought i wouldn’t notice that?” 

“What am I gonna do with you?” he asks rhetorically, and then turns slightly more serious “you think so?” Chris just nods, “I'll think about it. Okay, kid, let’s go get that pizza.” 

It's a few weeks later and Eddie's living room is covered in shimmery streamers, star garland draped across the mantle and twinkle lights. The dining room table is covered in snacks and drinks. Chris and his friends scattered about the couch and chairs, four of them racing in Mario Kart and the others cheering them on. 

Buck and Eddie are tucked away in the kitchen preparing for their pizza order to come to feed the 7 almost teenagers in the living room. 

“So in the planning, I never heard why we are facilitating this boycott of a middle school dance,” Buck says, leaning against the counter. 

“He asked someone to go with him, and she laughed.” 

“If I didn’t know she is probably twelve-“ 

“I had the same reaction. but that prompted the question about what crushes feel like and he decided he’d rather do something at home than have to go to the “stupid dance” that he was very excited about until then I’ll have you know.” Buck laughs, and smiles ducking his head- no doubt remembering his own 12 year old self. 

And it hits Eddie right in the chest. right there in the kitchen. It’s like a breath of fresh air in his lungs after holding his breath. Maybe it was weird that what he fell for all the time was the laughter, that the same thing that clued him in on his feelings. But to Eddie it just made sense. And this wasn’t shocking news to him, that he loved buck, he’d been waiting for it to hit him like this though. 

“There was actually one other thing that I wanted to talk to you about.” 

And Buck looks up at him, tilting his head in curiosity, which shouldn’t be so endearing. 

And now Eddie has no idea what the fuck to actually say cause everything feels too big and too important. 

So he crosses the kitchen with determination until he’s in Buck’s space, holding his jaw so gently and he can’t breathe. 

“i- is this okay?” he asks just about a whisper. Buck blinks and then nods. Circling his hand around Eddie’s waist, breathing him in like he can’t live without this any more. And if Eddie had known kissing Buck is this good he would have done it a long time ago.

[forthesanityofstorytellers]

Becks Backstory - Silvia

What started out as an attempt for me to keep things straight in my head turned into a series of short stories centered around Becks and her backstory, which quickly became her backstories given how many years she's lived and how many names and personalities she's adopted. Some are complete, some aren't, I'll update as I go, yadda yadda.

So. This is Silvia. She's the sixth name/personality Becks created. She's a bit more tame than Fiadris, slightly more reserved and a bit more broken. Doesn't let it stop her from being playful, even if that playfulness is a tiny bit more withdrawn.

WC 1,386

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–Late 1700s, America, hidden in the woods somewhere probably in the Northwest–

Silvia poked her head around a corner. William was huddled over his books, like always, small globs of magic light hanging over him while he studied. It was late into the night, but both Temerous and William were still awake.

Nevertheless, Silvia crept up on him. Barefoot as always, her clothes shuffling just the slightest as she moved. He was deep in thought this time, and she managed to summon a few vines to quietly creep along the wall, waiting until the right moment for them to reach out and slap his book away from him.

He startled and looked up and around as the book flew, Silvia catching it with a laugh.

“Gotcha!” she laughed as he turned with a frown.

“Silvia!!” he muttered, getting up and glancing around. “Give that back!!”

“What is it!?” she asked, sticking a hand out to stop him and looking at the page the book was opened to. Turned it this way and that. “These are sigils. Why are you working on sigils? I thought Temerous had you working on species classification.”

He tried to reach around her arm but was failing, her arms and vines moving to keep him at a distance while she ducked and wove around his grip when he managed to get past her blockers. “I– I don’t– Temerous just swapped lessons on me, I don’t– Silvia, come on, he’ll have my head if I don’t– Silvia–! Angel!!”

She stopped at that and looked at him, head tilted. He sighed and held his hand out. “Please, angel?”

She smiled. It had been a few years, and she still wasn’t tired of him calling her that. So she gave him the book back with a grand flourish, dropping it into his hands. “What is it?” she asked again, as he shuffled the pages back to the ones he had been reading.

“Temerous’ latest research,” he said, walking back to his desk and renewing the magic orbs of light. “He says something is going to happen soon and we’ll need to be ready…although what, exactly, is going to happen is something he won’t say. Just that we need to be ready.”

“Ready for what?” she asked. “How?”

William gave her an exasperated look but it cut off with a smile. “I don’t know, dummy. Temerous wouldn’t tell me.” He pointed to the book and his notes with a stick he was using to make the notes. “But he’s trying to find a way to combine these sigils here, see? Thinks he can make a way to separate a mage from their magic, just for a little while.”

“What? Why would he need to do that?”

William shrugged. “You’d have to go ask him,” he said, turning back to his work and tilting his head. “He’s really obsessed about it, though. As if this stuff is–” His voice cut off as it drifted away, Silvia already bounding down the hall and away. He called out after her and asked her to come back, but this time no amount of calling her angel would get her to cooperate. She was curious now, and if Temerous was the one to ask, that’s where she was going to go.

She found him where she always found him this hour of night. In his room, with the fireplace lit and staring into it. It had been years and she didn’t quite get the hang of this one; some days he acted like he was her age. And some days he acted like a bitter old codger that snapped at William and spent long hours staring into the fire.

Looks like tonight was a codger night. Not that she minded. He seemed to have a soft spot for her; never yelled, never hit, never threw things. Sometimes wasn’t always forthcoming with information, but never in a way that seemed like he was hiding something from her.

“Temerous…?” She called out, standing by his door. Peeking around the corner and waiting with her head tilted. “...Temerous?”

“...what is it?” he sighed, staring into the fire. “What’s gone wrong now…?”

She shook her head. “Nothing. Nothing wrong really. I just…” she hesitated. Tilted her head. “Why do you like the fire?”

“I find it soothing,” he answered absently. “Reminds me of…simpler days.”

She stared at the fire too, then, watching it dance and flicker against the stonework of the fireplace. Found her own memories flickering within…memories of something long lost. Long forgotten. Days when the fire was almost alive…Silvia stepped up to it slowly, watching it flicker and almost reach out to her. Like an old friend…like someone inviting her to play. She couldn’t quite place it…not anymore. But she knew that fire was once her friend, a playmate and companion.

She didn’t realize she had reached out for it until a firm grip wrapped around her wrist. She flinched and looked up, seeing Temerous staring at her.

“Don’t hurt me,” she whispered, tugging at her hand as she began to panic. “Don’t–”

The grip was gone, then, Temerous sitting back as a sad look came across his face. He’d never done anything to hurt her before. He hadn’t done anything to hurt her now. She rubbed at her wrist and stared at him, wondering why she’d said that. Wondering why he looked so sad all of the sudden.

“Don’t reach into the fire,” he sighed. “You’ll burn yourself.”

She shook her head. “It wouldn’t hurt me.”

“It’s not what you think it is,” he answered, reaching around to grab a long piece of sharp metal that he used to poke at it. “It’s not alive.”

“Of course it is,” she said, looking back. “You feed it coal and wood. You give it a space to breathe. You give it a home, shelter from that which would hurt it. Watch over it as it dances. Watch it until it sleeps, and then bring it back to life the next night.” She looked back at him. “How is that not alive?”

He stared at her with a slight frown, consideration now entering his gaze. A small smile cracked his features and he let out a snort. “I suppose, when you put it that way, the fire does sound alive. Quite alive indeed.” He put his hands in his lap and gave her a wider smile. “Now, young half-sprite. What can I do for you?”

She blinked. Oh right. “Why did you have William switch from species categorization to sigil work?”

“Because I need him to learn about it,” he said simply. “Why else would I switch him from one subject to another?”

“Why?”

“I’m working on a new project and I don’t want him to be caught out in ignorance.”

“Why?”

He heaved a small sigh and shook his head. “Never you mind why. How is your garden coming along?”

She tilted her head and looked at him with a frown. “I managed to grow some of the things you suggested. Some of the plants don’t seem to like it here.”

“Give them time. I’m sure they’ll come around.”

“William said you said something was going to happen. What’s going to happen?”

He stared at her. “Many, many things.” His voice drifted as he spoke, like he was looking at her and looking past her. Seeing something that she couldn’t understand. “So much is going to happen, little half-sprite,” he said, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “And you must be ready for it all.”

Then just as suddenly he roused himself, poked at the fire, and stood. “Come now, Silvia,” he said, flashing her a smile. “Let see if we can’t convince a few extra plants to make a home here.”

She was confused at the shift in his energy and mood, but that wasn’t anything new. He did things like this all the time, seeming to see her and see something else when he looked at her. Not like when Bran used to look at her, not nearly as off-putting. The look in Termerous’ eyes never gave her any suspicion or fear. And yet…

He shuffled her from the room, encouraging her to leave and following her quickly, getting her to race out to her garden despite the late hour.

[zilodak]

Hi!! Really looking forward to your story, everything you've revealed so far looks absolutely beautiful! 🫶 May I ask how you usually plan for your story? Like what kind of method do you feel like is the best and most convenient for you?

Oh my writing process is chaotic. But if I were to break it down:

Research and inspirations: goes hand in hand with starting with ideas and honestly is forefront at every stage. I'll usually fall into a rabbit hole of non-fiction books, theories and articles for real life basis. I've been asking around and taking advantage of my surroundings to understand concepts I want to include in my writing! Whether that's field research or just going online to look at forums, I'll find inspiration and my answers through ways that aren't always so straightforward. The challenge is to know when it's time to stop researching and when it's too excessive. Dumping everytime you've learned into your story isn't going to work out, and most of the time you'll need to sort your research out.

Starting out with ideas: I usually do this on my notes app and it goes hand in hand with the research stage. I carry my phone every where I go and it's mostly somewhere within reach. So when I get an idea I jot it down! Even if it's in a broken language, as long as I can understand and get it down somewhere without it disappearing, then everything is fine!

Refining ideas: I'll usually use sticky notes for this. I'll put the idea I jotted down on paper onto sticky notes and stick it on my wall to organize it with my other ideas. If I dont like the idea anymore, if it doesn't fit with my vision, narrative, or makes it too clustered, I disregard the idea. My wall looks like the pepe silvia bit from always sunny atp. I'll make a list of what themes and visuals need to be on the forefront of the story for people to get the story. And then I'll delve deeper into what can be more subtextual, that might enhance the narrative, especially on re-reads. I'll also have a list of ideas that might be neat to include in the story but doesn't necessarily need to make it on there.

Organizing: I'll start off with events that NEED to be in the story, major plot beats, and then plot them on a narrative diagram. I'll then start filling in the gaps. I like to think about what happens between one major story beat to the next, how does it flow together, what needs to be done so that it builds up to them.

Script rough draft: I'll do this on my notes app as well. I like typing it out on my phone, because again, it's way more accessible than my computer. I don't beat my head over the grammar at this stage, as long as I can understand it, and what I was trying to go for, then everything is alright. I just basically blurt out everything, because I know I'll cut it down and edit it later with the later drafts.

Script draft (the stage I'm mostly at): I'll then re-type all of that on a Google docs document as a screenplay or script since my story is a comic. This draft is meant to be cleaner. Once I'm done with a draft, I'll rinse and repeat until I'm satisfied with the writing. I'll usually comment on my document and poke at things that don't make sense, things that I'm unsure about, or needs editing later. Just attacking the script basically. This stage takes me the longest because sometimes I need to come back to it a day or two later with a fresh mind and see if I understand. I'll also have some friends read over (not quite beta reading yet) to see if it makes sense and to ask them what they got took the story so far.

Beta and sensitivity readers: this one I'm still trying to figure out, and since I'm not at this stage yet I'm not exactly sure how this goes but I'll figure it out! I have a couple of people I've already asked to be my beta readers and I'll most probably ask them what they understood etc after they finish the whole thing. I'll ask them to critique and attack the script, to tell me what ideas they did or did not enjoy. I'm thinking of hiring sensitivity readers at this stage as well, since the topic is a rough one and I don't want to avoid falling into stereotypes or harmful biases. Sensitivity readers are good to catch those errors and potential fallacies before it goes out to the readers.

Final edits: it's exactly what that sounds like. Taking everything that was said, every feedback and criticism and working to improve on them if needed. You don't always need to abide by what other people say, but take them into consideration. I might share these improvements with my beta readers again to see what they think. Once I'm satisfied, that's the script done.

And then I'll start drawing :)

Keep in mind I'm no professional and I don't study literature at uni yet, so take this with a grain of salt but I hope that this was sort of helpful? At least?

[kagedbird]

TESSDE AU (+ Lucia :]) (??? part 1)

*The next day*

Allora: *fully healed, stretches her arms over her head with a small whine, sighing and dropping them after* Back to normalcy.

Lucien: Well, as normal as one can get with reconstruction taking place. I can't believe she was a Hagraven the entire time! I knew she had sharp teeth, but those things were awful.

Allora: *shudders* Tell me about it. I can still feel her latched to my arm. Thought I was going to lose it, if it weren't for my scales.

Taliesin: *pulling her head close and kissing her temple* You have no idea how relieved I am that everything is all right. We all feared the worst when you were launched from the window. Don't do that again.

Kaidan: *holding Lucia as she eats her snack on his lap* Aye, felt like my heart fell outta my chest with you. You sure yer a'right?

Allora: I'm fine. Super cool dragon powers, remember? I'm more worried about you, Lu-Lu.

Lucien: *feels ridiculously happy hearing that awful nickname again after so long, taking her hand and squeezing it* I'm all right! You took care of the worst of my injuries, and I feel much better after a rest.

Allora: *smiles softly, kissing his knuckles softly* I'm glad. How're you holding up, chickadee? You all right?

Lucia: *nods, munching on a homemade riceball Allora made, sans seaweed* Mhm. She was scary, but mama and Lucien-papa are way stronger. Your dragon form was so cool too!! I didn't know you could do that!!

Allora: *chuckles, wiping some rice from her cheek* I rarely use it if I'm not in danger. I get really hangry afterwards.

Inigo: Hehe. Yes, I am surprised you are so jovial now.

Allora: [jokingly] That can change if you really want.

Inigo: I am good, thank you!

Allora: *chuckles, leaning against Taliesin and squeezing Lucien's hand* That's what I thought.

Lyra and Davidicus enter the dining room, both wearing relieved smiles.

Lyra: I'm glad to see you're all well. Thank you for taking care of Silvia- I never would have thought she was a Hagraven. In personality, maybe…

Allora: *hums* I don't think she's your typical Hagraven.

Davidicus: Whatever do you mean?

Allora: She felt more like mine.

Kaidan: *jolts* Thought you said yers were made up?

Allora: They are. We've seen plenty of Hags before here, she didn't read like any of those. It's also possible she was toying with us and she's not a Hag.

Davidicus: Did you… not kill her?

Lucien: She escaped before we could, I'm afraid.

Allora: She used blood magick to teleport herself. Wherever she went, she's likely connected to it via her blood, which is how she escaped so quickly. That's the part that gets me- I've never seen anyone use blood magick here before. Just necromancy.

Taliesin: Disgusting vampires use a type of life draining spell… would that qualify as blood magick to you?

Allora: She used something like that as well as the blood magick, so for this world, I'm going to say no. Life draining is more necrotic to me anyways.

Inigo: I do not like the idea of something fantasy coming from your world becoming real here… the things you have talked about are very scary sometimes.

Allora: I doubt she's really from my world. But if she were, I'd know how to beat her. *shrugs* So she better watch it if she's knows what's good for her.

Lucia: Yeah! Mama will kick her butt!

Taliesin: *squints disapprovingly* Dangerously close to foul language, young lady. Kaidan, you've been awfully excessive near her lately. I haven't said anything due to the recent events, but I will punish you if it continues.

Kaidan: *rolls his eyes* Whatever.

Lucia: *giggles, finishing off her riceball and reaching out to Taliesin to sit on his lap* Sorry papa!

Taliesin: *hums, picking her up and squeezing her close* I suppose I forgive you. But don't make it a habit! *wags his finger*

Reberio: *pokes his head into the dining hall* Mistress Flavius?

Lyra: *jolts in surprise* Reberio? What's wrong?

Reberio: It seems the events of yesterday caught the attention of some individuals who claim they are from Temple? Some… priests… are here… they wish to see Mistress White.

Everyone turns to look at Allora who merely just sighs and drops her chin to her chest.

Allora: Always something…

[reading-is-rereading]

The Star Beast Review

Doctor Who 60th Anniversary Special #1, story #301

Bombastic, ridiculous WHO.

We've already seen a smidge of Tennant, so I hadn't anticipated otherwise, but he and Tate drop back into character without the slightest hiccup. Character introductions and reintroductions, generally, are nearly invariably handled with a deft hand. Shirley's formal intro feels a titch late on the initial watch, but doesn't stand out on rewatch; maybe a visual cue when she's first on camera to indicate involvement with UNIT (show her in a UNIT vehicle?), or maybe have the UNIT soldier she first speaks with address her as ma'am. Beep is just slightly unnerving from the get-go, which is perfect.

Holographic sonic screwdriver fits very neatly. The sonic has always been magic-wand-adjacent; a little bit of a visual to show us what the Doctor's doing is quite welcome. The holographic walls are a little bit more of a stretch. If they are used with any regularity, though, it makes sense to establish them like this first, doing something not-functionally-dissimilar to just using the sonic to disable the soldiers' and warriors' weapons. It's all another means to escape thus far, but that setup could lead to something more creative later on.

The plot of the episode isn't afraid of itself and doesn't try to couch its premise in sarcasm or other insincerities. Using familiar structural components and set pieces as misdirections is effective, even if you've read "Doctor Who and the Star Beast." The reveal itself is well handled; the methodical build from entering the garage through the Wrarths' testimony sets up the very sharp turn of Beep's sudden violence. The Doctor's suspicions do seem slightly underbaked. I would guess there was a version of the preceeding sequence, from the puppeted soldiers' arrival to the Doctor and company's escape, that better supported the suspicion but was otherwise worse for pacing.

Rose is excellent. Donna's conversation with Silvia about Rose's identity was possibly the best version of that we've seen, ever, in mass-audience literature. Her identity is handled very matter-of-factly, almost subtly, and then... it isn't. It becomes a plot point. We've had a few decades, now, of Girl Power saving the day; Doctor Who is cheesy enough that Trans Power doesn't feel out of place, necessarily. I would have liked to see Rose established as a nonbinary transfeminine person initially, rather than expecting that bit of her identity to be fully grokked by an audience that isn't overwhelmingly queer (alternatively, just cut the 'nonbinary' bit; I do understand the temptation of the cheeky gag, Russ, but it's a bit much). The remainder of the plot relevance is again well-done: the metacrisis showed itself in her in subtle ways; not in the fact that she's trans but in the way she constructed herself, both as a gendered person and a young woman generally. Explicitly telling us that she chose her own name feels extremely important, as choosing a name is such an integral and intimate part of the trans experience. The one bit out of place was that line about a "male-presenting Time Lord," as that feels both too hackneyed and out of place from a with-it, empathetic, young queer person. I also don't think we needed to textually "let go" of the metacrisis at all. It would have done just as well to have the Doctor, or Rose, or Donna, tell us that the metacrisis was temporary by nature, and would fade, and always would have faded away if not for its unfortunate fatality-to-human-minds thing. But otherwise, being trans can save the world, absolutely.

Smaller notes: - Wow, Silvia. Much better use of her here than anywhere in Tennant's first tenure. She's more human, and proper funny. - Baiting us about Wilf, in light of Bernard Cribbins's passing, was just mean. - The line about pronouns was actually good; the Doctor's reaction to it was perfect. Good bit of poking fun. - Shirley's line about the ship having landed, nor crashed, is poorly placed relative to the rest of the setup for the reveal. It's fine, but it could have been elsewhere in the sequence to better effect. - It's amazing what visuals will do; I don't love most of Murray Gold's renditions of the Doctor Who theme, though this is above par for him, but the animation itself elevated it highly. Second best modern WHO intro, for sure. - Speaking of Gold, though, his scoring remains superb. "I Am The Doctor" remains his most iconic piece, and the very subtle reimagining of it, as the DoctorDonna save London through technical know-how, is excellent, and different enough from Smith's version as to feel fitting for Tennant's new Doctor. - I am neither surprised nor particularly bothered by the lack of a Next Time trailer for "Wild Blue Yonder," considering the wraps under which it's been kept. If the Next Time trailers are actually a thing of the past, though, I do wonder how the show will encourage continued viewing from one episodic story to the next. Cliffhangers are a different animal, but so much of WHO is Something Completely Different, week-to-week; I suspect those trailers did more for viewership, on the whole, than the production staff may assume. - Love the new Tardis. Smith's first Tardis remains my favourite, and I adore how this interior is multi-levelled in a similarly haphazard-and-whimsical fashion.

As a whole, the episode's handful of misteps don't derail it in any meaningful way. Every performance is excellent, the effects have never looked better, the pacing is superb. We end on a very solid question mark. Solid B, leaning toward a B+.

[cherrysoulth]

What Hides In The Shadows - Chapter 2: MÉTAMORPHOSE I

Art by Silvia Guimaraens (Pinterest)

🩸 The butterfly peaks its wings through the chrysalis. 🩸

💕Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Summary:

"What hides in the shadows will let you see who you really are." Main work list.

✏️Genre/au: Vampires, Alternative universe (Future of humanity), Sci-fi, Horror, Romance, Action, Angst, Vampires vs. Hunters

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Word count: 3216

⚠️ Chapter warnings: gore, blood, angst

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You felt the other man’s eyes on you before diverting your head his way. His stare was intense as if he wanted to read you, or see through you. Taehyung tensed at your side, his voice sounded powerful like a leash around the neck.

“Careful how you look at her.” The other male just smiled at him, changing his expression completely. Suddenly looking like a fluffy bunny. 

“She smells like you…” the stranger replied with a chuckle, almost blushing, letting his undercut faded green hair, fall to the side. “I think no one would dare to touch her.”

His comment reminded you about the activities in the little space under the room's floor and you sniffled yourself quietly to know what it was like. The smell of the cotton clean white dress that you wore but didn’t remember changing into, hit first, with its fresh laundry scent, making you feel cozy. Then, the smell of sex and blood, hit your nostrils. His scent on your skin, clear and distinguishable like you could choose what particles you wanted to get the hint of. The smell of your own blood, mixed with Taehyung's, making the tingle feeling on your eyes and fangs happen again. It made the bunny-man chuckle softly. 

You noticed a strange prickle in your skin but didn’t dare to look.

“She looks kind of feral right now but he can still snap her like a twig if she breathes the wrong way near him." added the other while examining you from head to toe and his tongue poked between his front teeth with a smile when your eyes met. 

“He won’t–” interjected Taehyung, calmly.

"He can try." you barked and stood with your fangs on displayed, not ever knowing who you were talking about but understanding the statement as a threat. A smirk appeared on his lips as you felt Taehyung's eyes on your back, then you guessed they switched to his companion, as his attitude turned more submissive this time.

"I didn't mean to offend. Still, you should know your place… Anya.” he pronounced with narrowed eyes and a seductive smirk. “I’m older...” he whispered. Taehyung then stood to hug you from the back, his head rested on your shoulder, surprising you. "I'm Taehyung's younger cousin, Jungkook. Nice to meet you." He offered his hand to shake, but when you didn't respond Taehyung moved your hand to Jungkook's, allowing him to kiss it.

The whole situation was surreal and made it very difficult for you to know what to do. All you seemed to be able to do was take what came and act through instincts and impulses. It all made you feel strange, too used to things being under control.

“I have all you need, waiting for you in the bathroom.” Tehyung offered, letting go of his embrace to switch positions, hands resting on your back as he pulled you closer to his body. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured, kissing the bridge of your nose. You rested your hands on his hard but welcoming chest and looked at him, reaching for a kiss only to receive a nose rub against yours. “Go, get ready.” he playfully demanded and let you go.

"Nice. She's going to stay here with you." you heard Taehyung say as you turned off the tub.

“You're going to ask the king for advice, won't you? She…” he lowered his voice a lot there but you focused your hearing, surprised on how you were able to get it. “...the change yet… I mean, I don’t mind cleaning up but I know nothing about teaching new vampires. Like… This-This is a mess hyung…”

“I just want her to relax while her body-” you suddenly heard a loud, high pitch ring that made you cover your ears and squint your eyes. Feeling dizzy, your vision blurred and you could hear your muffled breath become erratic. With your  damp hands, you rubbed your face and you shook yourself to wise up your senses but it didn’t work. 

When you tried to grab the edge of the bathtub, one of your nails separated from the flesh and went up. The terrifying image repeated itself on the other hand. For what felt like an hour, every single nail was pushed out by a newly growing one. 

The tinnitus lowered with your change of focus but it was still there, persistent on its purpose, whatever it was. Then you thought that was probably part of the change and that your body was now getting rid of old cells. So you had to be shedding dead skin too. Getting "healed" from all the "damage" in your body, to have a healthy and appealing appearance to attract your victims. Just like Taehyung had demonstrated a few hours ago. It all made too much sense to not be like that.

Looking at the back of your shoulder where the dry blood was on patches now a mix of dead skin raising and newborn skin, the tattoo there was mostly gone. You were sure you could just peal it off but the idea made you squirm in disgust. 

Then you stood from the tub and ran to the mirror, barely recognizing the reflection looking back. Your hair was some inches longer and became super soft by the roots. The dye had faded through the parts where your hair was still alive. Every piercing hole reverted to what it once was pristine skin. Your face's skin only with some patches of the old one on the chin and the jawline looked flawless and radiant, as if the last times of not taking proper care of yourself and your diet had disappeared. Your teeth were straight and shining white, as if a new set had been grown overnight. You realised the high pitch sound had stopped, then turned around searching for your scars, with that discomfort out of the way. 

The one at your knee from playing in an abandoned lot when you were eight was gone. The one on your foot from when you stepped on a poking nail at the age of eleven had also disappeared. The same happened with the rest and you were astonished. 

Then, trying to go back to the bathtub, you slipped on the wet mess on the floor and slammed your jaw against the thick porcelaine edge. The crack sound and the taste of blood made you run to the mirror again. Spitting out in the sink as you noticed something rolling in your tongue, a molar tooth was projected against it with its characteristic tinkle sound. 

“SHIT!” you cussed, poking with your tongue at the bleeding cavity. "FUCK!”

“Don’t worry about it, it’ll grow again.” said Taehyung behind you, leaning on the closed door. 'I didn't latch the locker…'

“How come?” you asked, noticing the bleeding was slowing down and the healing power of your platelets was working to close the wound. He approached to lead you back inside the tub with graceful movements, holding your hand. Then poured toffee and honey scented soup in a brand new loofah, to rub it on your neck and back, pulling off any spots of dead skin with gentleness. “I’m waiting…” you told him, opening your eyes and meeting his.

“I’ll start with the explanations when we finish this.” he asserted. “You’re immortal now, have plenty of time for everything. You’ll have to learn that too.” he explained.

“That’s not entirely true, right? The sun-” you questioned. 

He chuckled and smiled.

“That’s a legend. We don’t burst into flames with the sunrise as they’d say.” he replied. “It’s uncomfortable and it does burn us easier than it does with humans, but there’s sunscreen, glasses and all that nice stuff that will make it easier and safer. So that’s not really a thing.” he explained. 

“What about silver bullets?” he chuckled longer this time, boxy smile doing its appearance again. 

“We heal easily from anything that doesn’t affect a vital organ. If it does hit a vital organ, which would be just bad luck because you’ve seen how fast we can do things… It depends. A go through wound, where the ‘weapon’ gets out of the body, will heal. It takes a little bit longer and things do hurt, as you’ve already experienced. You’ll get more or less used to the pain, and will be able to act past it. Most of the time. Lord… You really are pulling my tongue aren’t you?” he then realized.

“Is that a ‘talent’?” you inquired. "I don't recall doing anything, I'm just listening."

“I don’t know if it’s a ‘talent’ but it’s definitely a talent.” he giggled, placing your right hand over his thigh to take care of your arm.

“Why me?” you questioned. Your smile faded, along with his.

“That’s a good question with no easy answer,” he said. “Let’s leave it as… I felt like it.” he added. You pulled your hand and eyes away, processing; feeling wrong as it were as if you expected to be ‘special’.

“That’s capricious.” you pronounced, noticing his eyes on you but not daring to look at him and let your building up anger get the best of you. “You don’t just-turn someone because you feel like it.” You puffed air, in disbelief.

“With my age, believe me that there’s not much remorse on what you do or you don’t.” he voiced sternly but you noticed the crack in his words, a lie. As if you knew him enough to know that. But you whined down the brewing anger and worked your wheels to get to the truth.

“That’s a lie and I know why.” you told him, finally looking at him. “The way you looked at me before I started turning, was exactly that, remorse–" 

“I’m not sadistic. That’s all it was.” he sincerely proclaimed and this time you believed him. “I wouldn’t enjoy seeing someone in pain even if I did it on purpose. It’s just not in our nature and you can probably guess why.”

“Otherwise you’d probably exterminate us all.” you concluded. 

“Exactly.” he said, grabbing your hands again. “Your nails are going to be strong, try to keep them neat. They cut like knives.” he commanded, while switching his vision from them to your eyes again.

“Am I a servant or something?” you wondered. The whole ‘I felt like it’ undermining any sense of belonging or purpose. 

“Does it look like I want you to be my servant?” he replied with his eyebrows up, as if caught off guard. "One doesn't sleep with those who serve him, it's turbulent and brings problems most of the time." 

So you decided to guess.

“Entertainment?”  

“No...” he replied sternly.

“Soldier?”

“No.”

“Cook…?” 

“No.” this time he looked away, jaded.

“Your martial arts teacher?”

“No…" he raised a brow there, starting to look annoyed.

“Sex-slave!” 

“No- What the fuck, Anya?” he grilled, meeting your eyes again.

“Just making sure you weren’t answering automatically.” you said naughtily, yet putting on an unharming face. “So you haven’t thought what to do with me yet…” you concluded.

“Haven’t I told you-?”

“Yeah, I just don’t buy that.” you shrugged, earning a baffled glance. “I know, I just know. No-one, ever, just does things for the sake of it… Sometimes they don’t even know where the purpose comes from but there’s always one. Just like there’s always a cost.” you told him. “Did you have both your parents growing up?” There he laughed. 

“That’s funny,” he scoffed. “No psychoanalysis of me, love. One, because it won’t work.” Then he moved fast to rub your back fully, making you feel a little bit stressed out. Then he gave you the loofah and pointed to the shower. “Two, you won’t get an answer on what you want to know. Now, finish your shower.” he ordered, closing the transparent curtains. “And by the way, it takes three weeks to grow a new tooth after you turn, try not going around losing them.” And with that he closed the door shut.

“That was cute.” you heard Jungkook say at the other side, presumably  smiling.

“Jungkook-” Taehyung breathed out, tiredness in his tone.

“I know-I know. I’m sorry.” he said before giggling and you were able to hear Taehyung puff air out, assumingly rolling his eyes.

As you went out dressed in another white cotton nightgown, the smell hit you, and you ran through the hallway to the living room that, when you used your hands on the door frame to turn faster, you pulled it out; topping straight away and looking at it shocked. The laughs behind you made you turn to face them. Jungkook clapped as he cracked up.

"Omg…!" he kept on laughing. "Our president will love her." Taehyung nodded. "What brought you here so fast?" 

"Dumplings." You were thirsty, not hungry, although it seemed to you like it was both. Your enthusiasm for food hadn’t gone away. Jungkook started laughing again.

"Oh my-! She's so cute!" he said out of breath. "Jimin will like her too, right? I mean-" Taehyung gave a certain look to him, stern, severe, but not dangerous and Jungkook stopped his prattle.

"Please, sit down, love." said Taehyung, walking his way to the eight seat table and offering you a seat at the right from one of the ends. Then he helped you take a seat.

"You might not know why you created me but you definitely are a gentleman." you appreciated his gesture. He stayed a moment behind you.

"Manners make a man." he responded. "But, what about if we leave the turning and purpose subject alone at the dinner table." he added as he sat down on that end, looking at you.

"Ok." you decided. "I thought you didn't eat." you told him curiously.

"We don't need to eat as it is but it's still enjoyable to do so, from time to time." he replied.

"Our existence is very sustainable, we do not need to create waste or overproduction as humans do." Jungkook commented. "Welcome in, you just became a very green existence with almost no print over the planet!" The idea made you smile. "Pretty." he said, changing to mischief. You ignored the compliment.

"To what do we owe the pleasure then?" you wondered, putting your attention on Taehyung, who had turned towards his cousin.

"Wasn't sure how you'd feel if I threw a person over the table to drink straight from the vain." His stern face, once he looked at you, made it complicated to know if he was joking or stating a fact. "I'm just kidding, we don't do that." he clarified once he noticed the blood was draining from your face, then moved from his static position. 

"How do we feed then?"

"There's people who willingly donate their blood either in bags or they'll just let you fang them…" Responded Jungkook with a giggle, the double meaning joke made you snort and hold your laugh. 

"I thought you could enjoy this." confessed Taehyung. "I mean, we're going to be spending an eternity together. It'll make sense that I start showing you the advantages of your new life." he put the napkin on his chest very sir-like. His look-alike XIV century suit making part of the job. 

"Food is the first thing your kind seems to miss." adds Jungkook.

"Uh… Actually, we are not the same, right? I wanted to ask that." Both of them looked at you but Jungkook only for a second as he took the dumplings out of the steamers to serve them. "I mean, born from turned."

"No, we are not." Taehyung answered. "Do you really wanna know?"  You nodded to his inquiry. "I won't get into the depths of it because I'll bring you books that will answer your questions more objectively but… Pregnancies of our kind last long and our fertility isn't very high. Nature is really wise. In the same way it only allowed us that much, it gave us an alternative. I'm guessing just in case our survival would be put at risk, we could create–"

"Soldiers– That's why– I'm inclined to obey you?" you understood.

"Yes," he said. "That wasn't the reason I created you anyway." he paused there when Junkook placed a bamboo plate in the middle of the table. 

"We are the same because we belong to the same species. We were born from homo sapiens and you are one, then you turn into one of us. But since you aren't born and developed in your mother's womb like we do, you lack certain abilities and your existence seems to be shorter than ours." explained Jungkook. "Sometimes it's even shorter than your normal rate--" you only listened at this point, trying to absorb and process. 

"If I extend," interrupted Taehyung. "your kind, sometimes struggle to adapt and end up killing themselves. Some just weaken and perish with the time." He grabbed a dumpling with his chopsticks and offered it to you, hesitating you took a bite on it. 

"Most of the time, your nature wins. Greed makes you crazy and you’ll become a danger to our kind's safety and it's us who have to finish you." clarified Jungkook, but the set of images their proclamations shot in your brain drained the colour of your face. "Your case is different. Turners, not often feed their spawns with their own blood." said Jugkook with a giggle. When your eyes met Taehyung's, he seemed busted. "Not even when they turn them. A poised bite is more than enough. We work like snakes in that matter."

"Is that wrong?" you asked. "Giving your blood, I mean." 

"Blood is sacred. We choose very carefully with whom we share it…" Jungkook seemed amused.  "and it's always, or ninety-eight percent of the time, with our partners."  he explained. You  blushed while Taehyung was simply silent, looking nowhere. Then his eyes met yours and you felt apprehensive again. What he'd done was meaningful. 'Why won't he tell me why he turned me though? Is it just that? To be his partner?'

"So you turned me to be your partner? No choice there for me– and in case I hesitate–" The thoughtmade your stomach twist, at the verge of throwing up. "You can always use your influence–" 'The attraction… my choice to… it was all fake…'

"I didn't turn you for that. You can say no, I wasn't using my influence when we had sex," you sensed Jungkook leave the room. "and you are free to go and do as you please with your life," Taehyung defined. "In fact, I feel responsible for whatever you do since I turned you but my purpose was fulfilled the moment your fangs poked out. If you'd prefer it I can find you a new mentor. Letting you roam around uninstructed would be a danger to my people. So I won't allow it. Now it's up to you if you want to be around me anymore or not." he finished. Then, looking away, he continued eating. By the intensity of his chew and the slight frown, you could tell he was upset, although his tone had been calm all the time. Even if those details could have easily been missed. 

'~I felt like it...~ He really just felt like it...'

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SLAVE CAMP by Lisa Simons

Finally, I could show my Master my love and devotion and rode one foot until I was purring with pleasure, delaying my own release as my tongue slid over this shoe, scooping up my wetness before drying with my hair. Mounting his other foot, I rode it with more vigour, more wanton and wild, cumming hard and screaming loud. Once again, my climax consumed me, but this time I was allowed to ride it out. No one pulled me off, everyone transfixed as I came over and over, grinding my pussy against his foot to drag another orgasm from my body in offering. When I finally slumped forwards, I was crying, gasping, laughing all at the same time. My Master caressed my head and my Mistresses rubbed my back, handing my tissues to wipe my eyes and nose, all allowing me to collect myself before I lifted my bruised and sore pussy off of Master’s shoe to see it covered with my slime. I used the word deliberately as, now my mind was clear, arousal the furthest thing from its thoughts, the sticky shiny, slightly milky mess I had made beckoned me. A shiver of disgust rippled through me as I bent my head, poked my tongue out and lapped it up, careful to keep my long hair to one side so everyone could see my degradation and humiliation. So much had gushed from my pussy it had covered the book too and I lifted it so I could look at my Master as I ran my tongue up the cover in long licks, holding my tongue so he could see my fluids coating it before taking it into my mouth, swallowing and sticking it back out, all shiny and pink, only to repeat it again, and again. My ordeal was still not finished as Mistress Silvia pointed out a large pool on the floor with the toe of her boot. I crawled to it and lapped it up. Another voice called me over, the first Master pointing to a wet patch, and I crawled over, dipping my head obediently until it was gone. Master after Master called me to them and I realised most of the wet patches were not mine but their submissives, having knelt on the floor, watching my display, but I didn’t challenge their commands, more I sunk into the submissiveness of the moment, of the act and this time, rather than shy away from the knowledge I was lapping up pussy fluids, I brought it to the forefront of my mind, tasting each pool, feeling it upon my tongue and slipping down my throat, riding the waves of disgust and degradation, accepting them as my due, my lot and the peace of mind that came with it as I accepted my place.

I had turned a corner in my training.

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The Drooping Red Silvias on the Dining Room Table

Tom Riddle X fem!Hufflepuff!Reader

Summary: “Love could be remembered forever and it could be dwelled on for decades, but it didn’t last forever. Nothing did. Not a truly happy smile. Not the Red Silvias on the dining room table. Not even love.”

Word Count: 4544

Warnings: like two bad words, SUPER ANGSTY

“Pathetic, isn’t it?” A teasing voice questioned from behind Tom’s left shoulder.

“What is it now?” He heard a light giggle as he felt her get closer to him, her aura contrasting his in every way.

Where he was harsh, sharp angles, she was kind and bright, in every way possible. And it beat just about every brain in Hogwarts how the two ended up together at all.

“How much you mope around school scowling at people when you could just come find me and we could have a grand ol’ time!”

And so it was, the grin that was hardest to suppress made its way across his dull face, one only the girl next to him could elicit from him. He enjoyed it, no matter how much he protested her jokes and immature behavior, it brought out the child in him that he was never allowed to show.

“Should you be any more childish, they might have to hold you back this year, L/n,”

Matching smirks graced their faces as they made eye contact in the busy hallway on their way to dinner, in which she would ditch her rightful place at the Hufflepuff table and sit with Tom at the Slytherin table, a good bit away from any other students in the house.

“They would never, I’m far too loved in this school for anyone to wish me a disadvantage!” She said, mocking an offended tone and placing a dramatic hand on her chest.

“Think what you will, but you are one of the most adorably immature people I've had the chance to meet,”

“Oh, Tommy, that’s just pessimistic, be a bit happier, will you? We’ve got, like, a month left of school and I’d like to be happy for the time being, if you can manage that?”

They sat at the end of the Slytherin table, close to the door, and far from other students. They both began to place food onto their plates in mass amounts, the Hufflepuff being more than distraught at the idea of having to lose Hogwarts’ meals after graduation.

The brunet smiled at the bubbly girl in front of him, her eyes glimmering from the reflection of candles in the hall. There was nobody he admired more, from her personality to her obsession with Herbology to the way she read, all curled up on an uncomfortable library chair, and he especially adored the way she kept him connected to the person he always strived to be, even if he didn’t notice himself drifting, she always did.

“I think I can manage that,” He said softly, looking down to add more roast to his dinner plate. “For you, I think I can manage anything,” 

“Pathetic, isn’t it?” A teasing voice questioned from behind Tom’s left shoulder.

“What is it now?” He questioned the ghost that haunted him to this day.

“Well, the fact that you’re trying so hard, for one,” Her mocking voice chuckled as her semi-transparent form drifted to face him.

The man-- if you could call him that-- groaned at her insistence on bothering him.

“I also think that you’re doing far to much to not die, that you’re gonna end up getting killed and only end up living to, like, 80, at the most,”

“If you could be quiet for a moment then maybe I would be able to focus and then I won’t get killed!” He snapped, agitated at the nuisance around him, slamming his hand onto the table that had plans spilled across it.

“Too bad you can’t kill a ghost, huh?” She quirked her head to show a false sympathy for the man, “Though, you already did kill me, so…”

“Shut up!” He tried to command with a strong voice, but it came out quieter than he wanted it to, guilt overtaking what was left of his emotions.

She let out a loud sigh as she crossed her arms over her chest, rolling her eyes, “No need to be so dramatic, Tommy,”

“Why don’t you just go to wherever it is you go when you’re not bothering me,” He sneered at the ghost of a girl who used to be everything to him, but was now diminished to absolutely nothing.

“Alright,” She said, backing up to disappear and reappear somewhere else, “Catch you later, Tommy!”

He let out a final groan after she disappeared, getting back to what he was doing before.

Meanwhile, at Hogwarts, the ghost was wandering around, talking to other ghosts, sometimes waving to younger students, and just milling around with nothing to do.

“Excuse me,” she heard a timid voice call from around her. “Ma’am, excuse me,”

“Are you talking to me?” She asked, raising an eyebrow at the brunet boy below her who nodded at her question. “What is it you need, darling?”

“Do you know other.... uhhhhh,” He paused his question, eyes darting around as if to escape the prevalent tension, “Other people, who have… gone from the world?”

“Why do you ask, and what is your name, darling?” The Hufflepuff asked tenderly.

“I’m Neville,” The boy spoke as his cheeks flushed pink, his grip tightening around his satchel, “And I was reading about how some ghosts have contact with those who are passed through, and others can’t and I just wondered if there were any ghosts at Hogwarts who could--”

“Neville, darling,” He was pulled from his rambling and fidgety monologue, “I’m very sorry, but I’ve not been able to contact those who have passed, but I may know who you are referring to, given I have been around Hogwarts for quite a while,”

“Well, my parents…”

“What’s your last name?”

“L-Longbottom, ma’am,” the boy stuttered out quietly.

“Your parents, they’re Frank and Alice, correct?” She tilted her head as she lowered her body from floating feet above the floor to be closer to the ground so as to not be intimidating to the shy boy, who looked more like his father than he probably knew.

“Yes, you knew them?” Neville had a spark of hope lit in his eyes, it was apparent in the way he straightened his posture and could look her in the eyes.

“Yes, I also knew your grandmother, Agusta, while I was at Hogwarts, is she still as intimidating as she once was?” Neville nodded with a small smile, “Well, Alice was one of the first friends I made while wandering Hogwarts. Kindest women I’ve ever met, by a long shot. I didn’t know Frank too well, however, but Alice worked him into just about every conversation she could, she loved that boy,”

“Do you have any stories?” Neville asked, taking a seat on a bench on the side of the hallway, “If you don’t mind, that is?”

“Of course I don’t mind!”

She spent until curfew talking about Alice and Frank, stories of their dates and their friends and how goofy and awkward and wonderful they both were. Neville had never felt so close to his parents, he could almost cry.

Y/n loved talking about her friends, though she was never truly a friend, but she liked feeling close to people and helping them along in the world.

She’d seen people she was once close to go down a path that only resulted in destruction, and she wanted to prevent as many people from doing that as she could. It hurt everyone when someone hurt themselves.

After Neville had gone to bed, she had begun wandering the halls once again, watching paintings move and random cats and owls move around outside on the grounds.

She could never get tired of the castle, especially not the grounds, which, no matter the weather, always seemed to be green and full of life. She loved the edge of the forest, right before it got too dense but where you could still be surrounded by trees.

“Tommy!” She squealed, feeling the blood run to her head as she was hung over his shoulder. “Tom! Thomas!”

He was giggling right along with her, running across the lawn, over to the forest where nobody went, enjoying the warm, sunny, spring day that seemed rare this time of year.

He finally allowed the girl’s feet to touch the ground, but kept her wrapped in his arms holding their chests together, fast breathing causing them to touch every breath or so.

“Was that necessary, love? You could’ve just asked to walk over here calmly,” She smirked, watching as his cheeks lost some of their pink tint as he calmed his breathing.

“Yes, but aren’t you always the one telling me that life should be fun, not mundane, like I, apparently, always am?” Tom teased the girl, poking one of her cheeks as she leant against a tree, staring into his eyes.

He pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, where a small white flower already was, probably from the bouquet that he’d given her just a few days ago. The bouquet had been mostly white flowers, along with a few yellow ones, and he’d said the white flowers were as perfect and pure as she was, along with the yellow sunflowers that he’d put in, comparing them to her bright smile.

“You’re not mundane,” She smirked, poking his cheek as well, to prove a point, but let her hand rest against his jaw, “maybe a little dull sometimes, but --”

His lips touched hers tenderly and with love as he smiled into the kiss they shared, in the forest, away from prying eyes and lurkers.

She gasped a bit from the surprise of her sentence ending so abruptly, but sunk into the kiss after a moment, still holding his cheek in her palm as his hands wrapped around her waist, curling her into his chest.

This was a routine for them, hiding from the eyes that seemed to follow them everywhere and share tender moments that neither would forget in years to come.

Sometimes, the moments they shared, weren’t just kissing, they would sit in the back corner of the library, far from the librarian’s prying eyes, and would read old children’s tales to one another.

(She swore that his voice was made for reading, and the way his chest felt when she rested on his lap was perfect for casual reading days.)

Other days, they would do homework. More like Tom would try and work and she would talk his ear off until he threatened her to do her work. Though the threats were harmless, (ex: no cuddles or kisses until Monday) though, he wasn’t good at keeping them anyway. She was too perfect to just ignore for the sake of lousy school work.

They enjoyed their time together, no matter what they did, it was always precious time if it was spent with the other.

“Ms. L/n!”

She jumped from her daydream as she noticed the man standing at the end of the hallway.

“Professor Dumbledore, how are you tonight?”

“I’m fine,” He smiled kindly from underneath his half moon spectacles, eyes glimmering even in the darkest corner of the castle. “You know what’s been brewing outside these walls. I’m here to ask something from you, once again. Would you be willing to aid me and my friends as you did many years ago, should the time come to do so?”

She stared off, quietly wishing she didn’t have to. “Of course, Professor,”

“My thanks means nothing in comparison to the help you will give us, Ms. L/n,”

The man nodded once more and walked to the end of the hallway, turning left as he disappeared out of sight.

Though it meant close to nothing, she couldn’t help but feel guilty.

How could she have gotten into Hufflepuff, the house of the loyal, if she were betraying the one person who ever treated her with more than a fake smile and courteous conversation.

Her Tommy, who had once been a kind soul who only wanted to feel the love he had been deprived of in his first life. The happiness that had been brutally ripped away from him any moment he got too comfortable.

It was the right thing, going against Lord Voldemort, but there was still a part of her that wanted to help Tom Riddle on the right path when there was so much persuading him from straying to the wrong path.

The person she knew was, well, a person at heart. He may not have shown it often, but he wanted what people were given freely. He hated having to ask or dream of what others were given daily.

For what should give a person a reason to treat a child as less than loved?

“Y/n I’ve been looking for you everywhere, do you know wh--” He paused halfway through the two shelves that hid the table and chairs that they would go on study dates to.

It was the perfect spot, a small window that showed the hilly landscape outside and allowed just enough light that it gave the spot a romantic feel without being too dark or light. There was a small table and two plush chairs, which was just enough for the two. It was the perfect spot, apart from right now, where there was Y/n, tears pouring down her cheeks as she tried to mop them up with the end of her sweater sleeves.

He walked up to her, slightly shaking, body, crouched down a bit, and opened his arms, to which she wrapped her sweater-covered hands around him and connected her hands around his neck, pulling him partially down to her chair.

He adjusted them bit by bit until he was in the chair and she was laying across his lap and chest, her cheek nestled into the side of his neck, his light gray sweater getting slightly damp from her tears.

She began to stop crying, embracing the earthy, yet clean smell he had, along with his fingertips running up and down her spine in an effort to bring comfort to the girl. She shivered every once and a while, in which he would respond by snuggling her deeper into his warm body.

They remained quiet for a while, even after she stopped crying and was breathing normally, just enjoying the embrace, and the calm atmosphere that came with it.

“Wanna tell me what’s got you spooked, darling?” He asked in a whisper, scared to break the comfort with too loud a voice.

She shook her head in the crook of his neck, nustling her nose deeper into his sweater, which was softer than anything she’d ever felt. ‘I’ll have to steal that later,’ she thought.

“That’s alright,” He reassured, “It wasn’t somebody, was it? Or were you overwhelmed, darling?”

She smiled into his shoulder, murmuring “Overwhelmed,” as she closed her eyes once again, feeling more tired than ever.

He had to know that it wasn’t someone who made her upset, and knew that more often than not, it was just a mix of school and general teenage angst, which he knew that better than anyone.

He felt her warm breath on his neck, feeling her yawn as she readjusted her head again, “Tired, darling?” to which he got no reply other than her arms squeezing around his torso a bit tighter than they had been.

He chuckled to himself, smiling at the girl who, in his eyes, at least, couldn’t be more perfect.

During the last war, Y/n had been in the same predicament.

She wanted to do the right thing for a majority of people, but she also felt as if she was going against her loyalty for not defending Tom, though he was barely even who he used to be at that point.

She had advantages for either side, mostly the Order of the Phoenix, because she understood how The Dark Lord’s mind worked and you couldn’t exactly hold a ghost back from a room or hear what she wanted, given you couldn’t exactly stop her from just floating through the wall.

She knew it was the right thing.

She wasn’t a complete idiot, she knew basic right from wrong, though it didn’t erase guilt.

Nothing erased guilt.

That went both ways.

Tom still felt a tremendous amount of guilt when it came to his lost love.

She had never given up on him, not a single time between their years at Hogwarts and the years beyond when they had been trying to understand how their life worked without people telling them how to act. Without set rules to follow.

They’d never strayed from one another, always been loyal and adamant about their trust in one another.

She never doubted him, and that was the worst part. She didn’t see him as a god or supernatural being, and he supposed it was nice to be admired for being a person rather than for actions that could be twisted back and forth.

He didn’t have the best conscious, given it was switching between what he wanted and what he needed, and she was something he needed, but he prioritized his wants over her. His views on blood status had clouded his judgement and, in turn, lost him everything he’d ever wanted and everything he’d needed.

“Stop acting like a fucking twat for once in your life, Thomas!” She screamed as she found, yet another, suspicious book sitting on his desk.

This time it was a book called Horcruxes: How to Make and Destroy the Key to Eternal Life.

“What is that supposed to mean?!” He was agitated, he was close to pulling out his own hair in pure agitation, “I was reading a book and now you’re being all pissy for no reason!”

“Oh, so you can read?” She asked, hands on her hips like a scolding mother, “Then what was the title of your little book, Tom?”

He was silent, looking around the room rather than in her eyes. He’d been caught but he was far too stubborn to admit that he was at fault for the argument.

“Tom,”

“If you’re so mad then just get out!”

“I’m not mad at you, I just want to know what’s going through your head because from what I’m looking at, it’s not a good situation. And you know, good and well, that I will believe what you tell me, but if you keep lying then I really will ‘get out,’”

She set the book down on the desk as she watched his body language, surveying his eyes flickering around the room and his fingers loosening and tightening his tie again and again.

“Tommy,”

“I don’t want to lose you, ever, and I’m trying to figure out a way that we never have to be without the other.” She opened her mouth to question him further but he began rambling, “I want to be with you forever and I don’t want us to be apart because I know we’ve been together for a long time, but I can’t bear the thought of, one day, not having you with me. It’s something I can’t afford to lose because of some stupid mistake or-or,”

“Tommy,” She put her hand over his, which was on the arm of his chair, “Life is about losing things and gaining things. We can’t cheat nature just because we want to be loved for longer or because of pure selfishness. I don’t exactly want to live without you, either, but I know that you’re always going to love me and I know that I will always love you, no matter what you think, so just calm down for a few moments and enjoy life while you still get to,”

That night had changed everything.

Had the conversation been had earlier, maybe the first two Horcruxes wouldn’t have been made. He rethought everything after that, finding his humanity that he’d been repressing for months, all for her.

It was never that easy, though. He had already made the Horcruxes, and he vowed he would stop now.

And he did. For almost a year, he made no more moves to further his progression of splitting his soul into seven pieces. He found happiness, he kept her love for him in a pocket right over his heart, where he also kept the small flowers she would pick him out of the garden, and he still felt like a person.

A person who, though he was now beginning to regret it, had an army of loyal, blood supremacists behind him. He had made them promises that he was now beginning to question.

It was a beautiful morning.

A blue sky, blooming flowers, and the smell of rain that was sure to fall later in the day. But now, Tom was reading in his study, watching his wonderful darling tend to her garden, she was fascinated with nature, what it meant and how it grew so freely.

She would ramble about why she had certain bouquets into the dining room table, about what they meant, and how her smile was only brighter when she was talking about him.

(“These are daisies and morning glories. The daisies mean hope and the morning glories mean care and affection. I noticed you were moping earlier and wanted you to feel happier.”)

(“These are violets and asters-- they look pretty together, no?” “Of course they do, darling,” “The violets are for loyalty and the asters are for love, because that’s how I feel for you,”)

(“All yellow tulips, darling?” “I read somewhere that they represent the sunshine in your loved one’s smile, and you just light up my world,” “Oh, how cheesy, darling,”)

That morning, she’d put in a large bouquet of Red Salvias, which bounced well off the crisp white tablecloth underneath.

“And what of those flowers, darling?” Tom had asked once he came into the room to find her in her gardening clothes, dirty and grimy but still looking absolutely stunning while she arranged the red flowers.

“They’re Red Salvias, they represent a forever love,” She’d sent a cheeky smile towards him at the last part of the sentence, to which he walked towards her, grinning, and wrapping his arms around her from behind.

“Then we shall put them everywhere, darling,” He whispered softly into her ear.

Her smile was one that could not be broken. When she was around those she loved, nothing could dull her happiness and affection towards them.

Tom never wanted her smile to fade, not because of him and certainly not because of anyone else.

A knock was heard from the front door, harsher than the old neighbor lady, who would bring them sweets occasionally, would knock.

Tom looked back to her, then walked to the door, coming to see Abraxas Malfoy, one of his friends from school, though they weren’t necessarily friends, given their heritage.

“Abraxas, how nice to see you,” Tom said curtly, confused as to why the man was there, given he hadn’t spoken to any of them recently.

Little did Tom know that they had been meeting one another recently. All his followers met to discuss their leader’s change in attitude, which led to the answer for his rejection of ideals.

Quite the understandable distraction, they had agreed, but unnecessary all the same.

As Tom was tensely chatting with Abraxas Malfoy, another, undetected Death Eater had walked to the back door, sending a silent petrification charm at Y/n, catching her before she hit the ground.

Unable to speak or move, her eyes widened and looked to Tom worriedly as she was aggressively moved and bound, hands together and a strange man’s hand around her neck, squeezing hardly, but not too tight that she was losing oxygen.

After a few more moments, Abraxas noticed that the girl had been restrained and nodded for Tom to turn, to which he immediately pulled out his wand to the platinum blond, threatening him, but it was evident that nobody was there to hurt him.

There were two more masked Death Eaters in the garden, watching from outside, threateningly, as Abraxas smiled and Tom tried not to act rashly as Y/n tried not to allow tears to slip from her eyes.

“All we want is our old leader back, Tom,” Abraxas said from behind his right shoulder.  “It’s a pretty easy decision to make, if you ask me, we’ll spare the girl, if you come back to us, as you should,”

Tom’s wand, for the first time in his life, was trembling in his tight grip.

It didn’t feel right, the deal, and he knew that if he followed what he really, truly wanted, she wouldn’t live to continue his ideal life with him. But if he chose the path he was avoiding, would he lose her anyway, would she stay if he was a murderer?

She, though bound and being choked, didn’t feel as though she should be nervous, this was her Tommy, the Tommy who would read her children’s stories because it made her smile. The Tommy who would poke at her cheeks when she was trying to be mad at him.

Even if he chose, whatever it was, with these people, she knew that he would always be Tommy to her.

Her Tommy.

And as he made a decision, a stupid one on his part, he knew that it was his last act of true defiance and bravery.

He shot a spell at the man choking her, but was immediately pulled back down by Abraxas as he watched her fall over to the floor, unable to catch herself due to her bound hands.

“You have made a mistake, Tom, and we don’t tolerate mistakes here, now do we?”

There was one last look of vulnerability in Tom’s eyes as he watched a spell hit Y/n.

That last look of vulnerability lasted until his final death.

He watched as her, once tense, body went limp from the use of the Unforgivable Curse.

He’d done it to people before. He’d felt no remorse on the other end of it. He’d almost enjoyed the feeling of power that came with using the Unforgivables.

Not anymore. He didn’t like the other side. He didn’t like feeling this. The pain. The knowledge that if he’d just done what he should have a long time ago, he’d have her there. With him.

Abraxas allowed him to stand up, and he did, slowly, and tried to not look into her cold, dead eyes that still dripped with unfinished tears, and clothes still dirty from the gardening she’d done earlier that day.

He’d looked to the dining room table, at the Red Silivas that she’d just finished arranging only minutes ago.

The flowers that represented a love that spanned forever.

Little did those flowers know that forever only lasted until the love was broken in half and ripped to shreds. There was no love that lasted forever.

As the flowers would begin to droop with days to come and nobody to care for them, Tom’s once shining love would begin drooping with them.

Love could be remembered forever and it could be dwelled on for decades, but it didn’t last forever.

Nothing did.

Not a truly happy smile.

Not the Red Silvias on the dining room table.

Not even love.

[lostinthewiind]

Brave Heart: Chapter Twenty-Two

Attack on Titan

Rating: Mature

Warnings: sexual themes, death, gore, mature themes, extreme violence, body horror, blood, weapons, major character death, age-gap relationship

Feeling a soft touch on her shoulder, little Vera opened her eyes to see her mother smiling down at her. The bedroom window was open and the cool morning breeze was blowing in, fluttering the curtain ever so slightly. Feeling the chill on the tip of her nose, Vera pulled the thin blanket up to her chin and shivered.

"Good morning, Vee-Bee." Silvia bent down to kiss her daughter on the forehead.

Shaking her head against the pillow, further tangling her light hair, Vera pouted. "I don't wanna get up! It's too cold."

"Oh, is that so?" Silvia straightened herself up before heading for the door. "Well, then I guess your father and I will have to go and see the flowers by ourselves then."

Vera's wide eyes lit up at that. "Flowers?!" She shot upright like a spring. "I wanna come!"

"Then you have to get out of bed and get dressed, my sweet girl." Silvia smiled as she opened one of the drawers on the old splintering wardrobe and pulled out Vera's warmest sweater. "And make sure you bundle up. It's cold, you know."

Throwing the covers off of herself, Vera leapt out of bed like her life depended on it and quickly threw her clothes on. Once she had her sweater on—a sweater that was so thick, it nearly made her arms stick straight out on either side—she stuffed her feet into the pair of boots with the least amount of holes that she owned and rushed toward the front door.

"I wanna go now!" Vera chanted as she jumped up and down in front of the door like a dog eager to go outside for a walk. "Come on! You said we could go see the flowers!"

"Patience, little one." Vera's father, Mattias, chuckled lowly to himself. Grabbing a scarf out of his jacket pocket, he knelt down and began wrapping it around her neck. "Can you still breathe in there?"

Vera, who had been so wrapped up that only her bright blue eyes were showing, flashed a thumbs up. "I'm ready!" her voice was muffled by the scarf.

"Okay, let's go."

As soon as Mattias opened the front door, Vera ran outside and started down the street, not even bothering to wait for her parents, who were walking hand-in-hand behind her at a much slower pace.

It was so early in the morning, that the rest of the city seemed almost deserted. The sun was just beginning to peek over the wall and into Shiganisha, so the morning frost on the grass and gardens had yet to melt away. The morning breeze was chilly, but it was also refreshing. When Vera exhaled, she could see her breath in front of her face for just a second.

Running up ahead, Vera kept looking back over her shoulder at her parents. "Can't you guys walk any faster?" she huffed, pulling the scarf down to free her mouth.

"Be patient," Mattias told her as he scooped her into his arms and poked the tip of her little nose with his finger. "The flowers will still be there. I promise they won't get up and walk away."

"It doesn't matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop," Silvia said with a grin. "My mother used to tell me that. And now, I'm telling you, my love. There's no need to rush."

Vera's brows knit together. "Okay . . . fine."

With that, the family of three continued on their way. Mattias held Vera tightly, keeping her as warm as possible as they passed through the gate in wall Maria and continued into the open fields.

As soon as Vera caught sight of the multicoloured flowers in the distance, she began to squirm in her father's arms. With a booming laugh, Mattias let her down and watched happily as she ran forward, not even slowing a bit as she reached the sea of pink and purple and red and yellow.

With a smile that spread from ear to ear, Vera threw herself into the field, giggling and watching with awe as butterflied and bumblebees took flight all around her.

It was moments like that—moments where they were all together and enjoying life—that were the best. In those moments, they could forget about the fact that they were dirt poor and struggling to put food on the table every night. They could forget about the fact that they went to bed cold and hungry more often than not and that little Vera would probably never know what it was like to want for nothing—at least while she was living under their roof.

But on those mornings, when the rest of the city was asleep and the flowers were in full bloom and they had free time, Vera's smile made all the struggling and working for pittance worth it. As long as she could still experience joy in her life, then that gave her parents the motivation to keep pushing forward; to keep hoping that someday, they would be able to turn things around and give Vera all the things she deserved.

Smile and eyes as bright as the sun, Vera turned to her parents, mouth hung open as a butterfly landed right on her hand. She was vibrating with joy, barely able to contain her excitement. The butterfly's wings fluttered a few times before it flew away, zig-zagging across the field to find another flower to land on.

"Did you see that, Mom?" Vera exclaimed. "It landed right on me!"

"I did!" Silvia nodded enthusiastically. "It could sense your kind heart. Animals have a special way of judging a person's character."

Vera gasped. "So the butterfly liked me?"

"I think so." Silvia waded into the field of flowers herself and hoisted Vera into her arms so she could see just how far the field of colours stretched in every direction. "Would you like to pick a flower to bring home with us?"

Vera went quiet, her face scrunched up as she thought. "No." She decided. "If we bring one home, it will die and then I'll get sad. I want to remember the flowers like this instead."

Silvia hugged her daughter tightly. "You are the light of my life, Vee-Bee. I love you."

Vera giggled. "I love you too, Mommy."

Catching the pair off guard, Mattias snuck up from behind and wrapped his arms around them. "Don't I get any love?"

"I love you too, Daddy!" Vera shouted loud enough for it to echo over the quiet fields. Silvia and Mattias laughed heartily, holding each other and their daughter for what felt like hours. If they could, they would have stayed like that for the rest of their lives and never returned to the harsh reality that was waiting for them back on the other side of the wall.

Of course, nothing lasts forever; not the good or the bad. Not happy moments with the ones you hold dearest, or even memories of such.

If Silvia of Mattias knew that that was one of the last times they were to be together as a family, maybe they would have stayed a little longer, held each other a little tighter, said 'I love you' a few more times.

If Vera had known, even at that young age, that it was one of the last times she would ever see her mother, maybe she wouldn't have run off into the flowers to play by herself for quite as long. Maybe she would have tried to remember that day at all, but as things currently stood, she didn't.

Vera didn't remember that specific day in the flowers. She didn't remember the butterflies, or her mom and dad hugging her, or even what her mother had said to her about not rushing life.

If it weren't for the photo Vera had of her parents, she was convinced she might not even remember what they looked like.

If only she hadn't forgotten everything and everyone she loved; but when she closed her eyes and tried to remember, all she saw was a sea of colours, followed by a warm feeling in her chest.

[leqclerc]

what was the first sebchal content you saw, and what was your reaction to silvia's intervention in seeing red?

I can’t remember what the very first Sebchal content I saw was, but I remember reading through Nat’s (redpaint) and Matilda’s (4mulaone) blogs to catch up and bring myself up to speed on the incredible unhinged shenanigans of 2019. I actually went back and checked and this is my first reblog where I tag them together (last year’s Spa qualy session which went spectacularly badly for Ferrari and they just sort of had a misery loves company, and mine seems to love your company more than anybody else’s moment where they shook their heads and laughed at how awful their car is.) And this is the first reblog where I actually tag them as #sebchal (Mugello 2020.) So I...actually haven’t been here for all that long. 😳

As for Seeing Red...I totally get how someone who doesn’t have much prior knowledge about F1 can be misled by their blatant overdramatisation of events. I was kind of drifting in and out of the fandom in 2017 and 2018 and ended up missing the vast majority of 2019 ‘cause last year of college and other interests, etc. So I just threw on the two seasons of DTS as a refresher/crash course introduction to all the new drivers on the grid that I hadn’t been paying much attention to before. And then Seeing Red came on and my initial takeaway was that “oh, these two do not like each other” which was obviously the narrative Buxton and co. tried so hard to push. So I think my very first reaction to Silvia trying to diffuse the tension was “oh yikes.” asdjf I also ended up watching some of their 2019 videos on YT and, like...I distinctly remember watching their Grill The Grid and thinking how awkward they are with each other and how wildly off their vibes are. I even found it kind of amusing that Seb’s been brought out of his comfort zone of having a familiar teammate and ended up with someone he doesn’t really like or vibe with, especially after he constantly poked fun at the tension between Nico and Lewis during interviews in 2015 and 2016. 

So I totally get how that can be like, the initial surface reaction to them. They are outwardly awkward with each other, due to the ten year age gap, their different backgrounds, different levels of English proficiency (which means sometimes Seb’s jokes go way over Charles’s head), their individual sense of humour and also just their personalities. But then I started digging more and uncovering things like the “Ich liebe dich” moment and, of course, the story behind Bahrain 2019 and the cheek cradle...and then I went even further, back to when Charles was snapping photos of Seb during winter testing in 2018 or their press conference in Monaco that same year where Seb praises him and Charles is all flustered, or the way he got to witness Seb’s only Monaco win with Ferrari in 2017. And you realise, “hey, this is the part Netflix doesn’t show you!” So I get what Charles was saying about how, the media latched onto and blew up the more negative aspects of their relationship (team orders, crashes, qualifying misunderstandings, etc.) without giving the same attention to the more positive aspects and moments, which quite frankly I think ultimately outweighed the bad stuff, which they tended to move on from pretty quickly. 

Then, keeping all of that in mind, I went to re-watch Seeing Red with a new perspective and...yeah. You definitely see the fondness, the playful teasing, but also the underlying respect. The way Charles is trying to get Seb’s attention, gauge his reaction...trying to make him look and see him and make him laugh or at least put a smile on his face - his cheery greeting and genuine smile when Seb gets into the car, for example. The way he’s trying to learn more about him and seems genuinely interested in his response, like when he asks what music Seb listens to. When you look at it from that perspective obviously “we’ll start by holding hands” becomes a key moment and not just an awkward throwaway line. 

[dorkydiaz]

SEVEN SENTENCE SUNDAY

tagged by @dickley-buddie @rogerzsteven @eddiediazisascorpio @swiftiediaz

“How’d you know with mom?”

Eddie is a bit startled by the question, it’s not that he never thought Christopher would ask, he just wasn’t really prepared for it to happen now. But it makes sense. He lets sand slip through his fingers for a moment while he thinks for a moment.

He smiles at the fond memories of their early days of friendship, the first time he heard her laugh and saw how it sparkled in her eyes. How it had been a group trip to the beach when they first kissed, the only two single people, each of their friends poking fun at them about their obvious crushes on the other. It had been torture. But then she kissed him and it was better than Lana at the 8th grade dance, or Silvia in 10th.

It was supposed to be an end of senior year fling, that maybe held over into the summer before Shannon went to school. And it was. And she did. They kept it alive during breaks and if Eddie had the chance he would visit her. And then she came back to El Paso pregnant after Junior year.

And they got married by the end of May. Shannon’s dress just covering her 5 month bump. Eddie wasn’t sure why they tried, everyone would know anyway.

He enlisted two weeks later. Didn’t tell her for three days. Then left.

And it had been the beginning of the end.

But he turns Christopher's question over in his brain, “She was my best friend. Her laugh was the first thing that made me love her that much differently.”

Christopher bites his lip and digs a hand deep into the sand.

“Hey, what’s up bud?”

“I don’t remember her laugh anymore, Dad,”

tagging @princessfbi @vampydiaz @goldenretrieverfirefighters @pettyeddiediaz @honestlydarkprincess and anyone else who wants to share!

[peachyunjinnie]

❝there’s always a first time❞ hjs ― m.

― summary:

your brother seungmin is very protective over you, but one day your best friend gave you a stick and poke tattoo and you get an infection. fortunately seungmin’s friend jisung as a hobby tattoo fanatic helps you take care of it and when seungmin wasn’t there you two decide to run away.

badboy!jisung/goodgirl!reader | fluff, smut | 5.3k ↬ content warnings: swear words, the mention of alcohol and drugs. drunk/high sex, with a little size and corruption kink.

a/n: i had this idea a couple of days ago and i tried my best to get this idea into a fic, i hope you enjoy it !!

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The relationship between me and my cousin Seungmin is better than with anyone else, you could say that we could consider ourselves as siblings and even best friends. We had the same taste in humor and even better lived in the same house after my mother died right after she gave birth to me. My father ended up bringing me to my aunt and uncle at the age of 2. 

Seungmin is 1 year older and has ‘BBPI’ as he calls it which means Big Brother Protection Instinct. I know, complete nonsense and as a 16-year old I don’t get why I have to be protected. Well, as Seungmin said I am still ‘his small sister’. Pathetic. As said before Seungmin is 1 year older to be exact 11 months and 28 days and has friends, for whatever reason, he has a whole group. Well, he warned me about one of them, the walking trouble: Han Jisung. He basically is the opposite of me, a 180 if you want to say it.

He stole the car of his stepfather numerous of times and I remember seeing him drunk and completely stoned in school, that I will never forget. Last year he was stumbling through the hallways of our school. His hair messy and his smile never leaving his lips. He had the hardest time trying to keep his eyes open, or even just keeping his legs moving. And the best part, he puked on his teacher's chest. It was the highlight of the whole day, no the whole semester. His stepfather thank god is very wealthy and managed to keep him in school, somehow.

I heard a lot of rumors about this Jisung and I really do not want to believe that he was in the Russian mafia boss nor do I want to believe that he killed his father and is living with his mother who helped him. It was really funny though to hear how unique and ridiculous the fantasies and the gossip was at our school, I mean a Russian mafia boss, seriously?

I hung out with my own friends, but sometimes I would get to talk and just meet my brother’s friends. In conclusion, we even had the same taste in friends. They were really nice. I really have the best friendship with Felix and Changbin. Felix firstly has an excellent taste in music and humor, secondly, he is by far one of the most concentrated gamer I’ve ever met. Changbin is just Changbin. He is kind of annoying and clingy with his friends. Which you would’ve never expected from this buff hulk. And to be completely honest with you, Changbin and Lix...are kind of cute together.

Well, with Seungmin being as protective as he is, he has told me clearly that dating is already a picky topic but dating one of his group members. I think he would be as angry as he was when I asked him what a ‘Day6′ was. He really ignored me for 3 weeks straight, with a text message saying ‘if you know who wonpil is then you are allowed to talk to me’. (stan day6, cowards.)

“Stop moving so much, I’ve done it before and you’re overreacting.” She whisper-screamed. She was nearly done with her K on my thigh, It was way bigger than I thought it would be, but it looked good.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m just getting poked by a hot needle on my thigh over and over again.” My sarcasm was louder than the thoughts in my head that were shouting lines of ‘you’re so in trouble’ or ‘you will never be able to get this off your skin’. 

“So.. Here we go. Done.” She said as she was looking at her masterpiece of a K on my thigh of the size of a thumb. But it looked even and nice. She has done a (The first letter of y/n) on her thigh. I cannot believe how red it was though, and swollen. Extremely swollen

“Kim, when will it be ‘okay’?” I asked her with a slight nervous undertone. I really am the biggest chicken on earth. She opened her bag and got saran wrap. She took some out and wrapped it over her creation with such a soft touch. I still cringed and squinched.

“Maybe a week or two. It doesn’t take too long.” She smiled at our bond. I smiled with her. We ended up in a big hug and stayed like this for some time before she packed her stuff and headed out.

I admired her work on my thigh and stood up, with an overwhelming pain spreading across my thigh. I couldn’t stand up on my own feet, my thigh stung extremely and harshly. 

Panic rising through me, what the heck should I do now? Should I call my mom and tell her about it? Should I tell Seungmin and ask him for help? Should I just emigrate to Brazil and start my new life as a Silvia Theresa Rodriguez? 

I crawled to my bed and tried my best to let the 2 years drama club pay off. I called my mom and asked for a painkiller. She came up to my room and sat on the edge of my bed.

“Honey, is everything okay?” Her concerned eyes scanned my body and noticed my messy hair and my pale face. I coughed.

“Mom, I-I’m sick.” She sat there and looked at me and gave me the painkiller with a glass of water. 

I snatched it out of her hand and gulped the pill down as if it were the only banana in the jungle. Her concern grew faster and she shook her head.

“I’m going to call your teacher. You’re not going to school.” She said as she got off my bed and walked off with her phone in her hand, dialing the number.

After the longest 8 hours, Seungmin came home, and thank god came into my room. With a bag of McDonald's and a big smile, he went to my bed and sat down. 

“Why didn’t you come to school?” He gave me the bag and with a breathtaking smell of fat and fast food filling my nose and getting the best of me. 

“Oh, I am sick my head hurt a little, and mom overreacted.” I said with a huge load of fries in my mouth.

With a small pat on my thigh, he hit the right spot of the K and a shriek came out, my whole body tensing up and Seungmin looking at my covered thigh. He took the blanket off. My shorts relieving the now swollen and slightly scabbing spot. 

A moment of silence filled the room and Seungmins face has gotten from a healthy color to a concerning red and then to a frightening purple.

“Surprise...” I smiled awkwardly.

“Y/N, you got a fucking tattoo...” His voice was a low growl, but still, you could clearly hear the pure panic in his voice.

“Uhm, haha yea. So I made it myself, you like it?” My shaking voice showing the state of mine. My thigh looked pretty bad and as painful as it would’ve been, without the painkillers.

“Did you disinfect it?” My whole head went blank. Of course, it was so swollen and scabbing, Kim didn’t disinfect it. My face went paler than pale and I rethought the consequences of an infection.

“Okay, I’ll take that as a no. Get your shoes and we will get to my friend he will help you.” He really was very serious about the infection so I stood up with a numb pain, but not as overwhelming as it was yesterday. I searched for my shoes and directly followed him.

A quick bus ride and a small foot-march later there was a big but still small and cozy house. Red and white, reminding me of a red velvet cupcake. Looks fancy but is cute at the same time. The grass and the dwarfs decorating the beautiful view. A middle-aged lady working in the garden, planting in seeds and watering the red tulips. 

“Hello, Mrs. Han is Jisung home?” He grinned at her.

“Oh hello, Seungmin. Nice to see you again!” She smiled at him with a motherly aura surrounding her. She hugged him and I could see that she liked Seungmin a lot. He didn’t really know what to do awkwardly stood there and let her do. She noticed me standing there and hiding behind Seungmin's tall figure and met with her warm brown eyes.

“Hello, and who are you?” she asked with a bigger smile.

“Uh, I am Seungmins sister.” I immediately trusted her and her warm embrace.

“Ah yes, I can see the model genes going in the family. You seem like you’re in a big rush to see Jisung, he’s in his room.” She told us and saw my embarrassed blush across my face as Seungmin took my hand and yanked me downstairs to where Jisung was.

The basement as a room, interesting. It was colored black and had a lot of posters of some bands that I have never heard of. There he was on his bed smoking a cigarette and admiring his newest addition to his arm, a slightly red and in saran wrapped tattoo. A small skull drinking from a glass bottle, very precise and well made. He sat there and continued to smoke.

“Seungmin, what’s up.” he took a puff. Not giving anyone a single look. His hand tapping over his forearm and keep admiring his skull. 

“I need your help. My sister made a tattoo and now it’s infected. Do you know what to do?” Seungmin seemed very concerned and worried. Jisung stood up and chuckled a little.

“The little Y/N, has a tattoo?” He asked me and looked down at me. 

His eyes have the same warm brown as his mothers and I weirdly trusted him regardless of his reputation. His hair was dyed a very light blonde and his face was very chubby, unlike his body which was athletic: muscular but slim. He had two tears on his face and my thoughts went crazy. Who in the actual hell did he kill and the rumors of Jisung being a Russian mafia boss came into my mind and I reconsidered if I should be worried to be in a room with him?

“Seungmin, I have some lemonade for you.” Mrs. Han's voice echoed through the basement and he looked at Jisung.

“Go for it, I will take care of her.” He gave him green light and Seungmin looked at him with a look in his eyes. Which could be translated into ‘If you hit on my sister, I will drag your corpse to the nearest forest and let you get eaten by the birds’. Jisung nodded and Seungmin went upstairs.

“So tell me, how did you do that?” He said with a smile as he pointed to my infected K. His hair falling on his face, a little messy but still perfectly proportional.

“Uhm, a long story...” He went to his desk and took out a liquid and a cotton pad. He pushed the chair next to the bed and patted the bed. I quickly sat down. Him in front of me.

“I have time, come on.” He looked up and gave me a simper. I felt a small tickle again and wanted to trust him with it.

“Well uh, my friend Kim wanted to get us bonded. She took a needle and poked my skin for some time until it was done.” He laughed a little, letting me see his whites. 

“You stick and poked and didn’t disinfect it?” His eyes still on mine and not leaving the look they had, of the warm and soft chocolate brown.

“No, we didn’t and stop making fun of me- Ah-” His cold hand touching my thigh. My body stiffened and it was hard to relax.

“Calm down, relax. You wanna listen to music? disinfecting this will be a little uncomfortable.” He stood up and walked to his stereo. He took out a cassette and stuck one in. A prehistoric cassette, I haven’t seen this since I listened to Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban one years ago. After some seconds of silence, ‘All The Small Things’ by blink-182 boosted through the speakers.

He turned around and sat down again and wet the pad with this liquid. He took off the wrap and the air hit the wound. It was a stinging soreness, that leads me to look away and bite my lower lip, hard.

He took the wet pad and started to clean up the wound as careful and gentle as possible, the stinging and burning pain was a very harsh rush of pain. I whined and groaned loudly.

“Does it hurt?” He asked as he was still cleaning up.

“Well, yes,” I said with a small whine.

“Good. If I see you with a new tattoo I will get you punished.” his voice getting raspier and raspier. But he still cleaned the wound up and was done with the disinfecting. He stood up again and got some of the saran wraps and pointed his finger, signaling me to stand up.

I stood up from his bed and he kneeled down to wrap it up. His hands still very cold and tickling my thigh. 

“So Kim, is your friend?” His voice a little absent.

“Yes, my best.” I had to automatically smile.

“Tell me about her, how is she like?” I was surprised at his interest in my personal life but answered him.

“Oh, um she is reckless and she never thinks about her actions. She makes out stupid things that I have to box her out of. But she also has a nice and gentle side that not many know. I love her a lot.” I smiled at our memories and how easy it was to be myself around her.

As I was in my thoughts, Jisung took out a bottle of Jack Daniels and takes a glass. He gets him a good amount and gets another glass after seeing my big eyes. After a long friendship with Kim who was known for drinking, I have never drunk any alcohol, well until today. He gave me a glass full of brown fluid.

“I- I can’t believe we did that.” I laughed as Jisung was holding my hand walking on an abandoned street in the middle of nowhere. He had given me a big sip of the whiskey, it was a burning sensation of my taste buds being confused and curious for more. 

“It’s better, not being sober right?” He asked stumbling into the sunset.The bitter taste of the alcohol and the adrenaline of me running away with a friend of my brother without his permission. I felt every single touch of his hand tightening and holding my hand in his clutches not letting go.

“Come on drink it, Y/N. The painkillers are not going to help you any better than Jackie will.” He smiled and waved the glass in front of my nose. I mean I never was drunk and I want to know what it’s like. My curiosity and stupidity have gotten control of me and I accepted with a shaky hand. 

I took a small sip of the whiskey and the bitter and stinging sensation was so disgusting. I couldn’t swallow it and started to look around for somewhere to spit it at. But with Jisung forcing me to look up at him with his fingers, pushing my head upwards. 

“Swallow it, now.” his eyes burning holes into mine and letting me breathless with no other choice other than swallow. I gulped the fluid down and the burn in my throat was unbelievably harsh. 

“Good girl, now. If Seungmin sees your ass drunk this will be very dangerous for both us. Do you have any other clothes or is this everything you’ve got?” He already searched in his closet and gave me a black hoodie with some jeans. 

“Here you go. Hurry up, my mom is not going to keep him for any longer.” He went upstairs and left me with there a little tipsy and with some clothes from this boy that I barely knew. 

After getting them on I noticed the size difference, Jisung has it in L. On me it was XXL. The size was really funny and the jeans that should hug his waist like they are on the ones he is wearing, are now hanging from my pelvic bone. I saw my reflection of the mirror and busted out in laughter. 

Jisung came down and looked at my new outfit, and laughed as well. He came in front of me and squished my cheeks. He played with them and ruffled my hair into a mess, I officially am looking like I just woke up with my PJ’s. 

“You look so cute, this stuff is the tightest clothing that I have and your body is just sliding through.” He smiled and looked into my eyes, his hands still cupping my cheeks. A strong smell of alcohol and cigarettes leaving him, mixing with his cologne.

He stepped back and admired this baggy look. He had a hand on his chin, thinking about what can make it look even better than it already does. With an idea in his mind he sought for.... a belt. 

He took the of course black belt and put it over my waist. I almost wanted to remind him that I am not a toddler and can put on a belt myself, but the sudden closeness of him and his firm grip on his jeans on me. My heart did a small tap dance, but he continued to put it on with no sign of hesitation.

“This looks better. Take your shoes and let’s get out of here.” Trouble, that was what I am going to get after this. Am I out of my mind going with Jisung with no other thought? Am I dumb for trusting this dude that threw up on his teacher's chest in the hallway last year?

He packed his bag with a shit ton of bottles and some other stuff that I don’t even want to know what it is, the curiosity of what is in this bag now really bugged me. What did he have in this bag? He started to notice my glare on his black backpack.

“You ever had drugs, little one?” He asked as if it was the most normal thing to ask a 16-year-old. If I ever had drugs, the small sips of this weird and burning stuff and the coffee I had in the morning.

“N-No.” My stutter surprised me and the sudden tension started to get harder and intense. My subconscious shouted in my head to get out and go home with Seungmin, but this Jisung really had something and I wanted to explore that.

“There’s always a first time and I needed to go out anyway. You wanna meet my friends?” His smirk was absolutely precious and there was no way in hell that I could say no to this face. After my agreement, he smiled even brighter than before. He took some of his rings and gave those to me and some chains. I looked so different from what I daily wear and with a hat my appearance was complete.

“I-It’s so much better. Not having this pressure.” After another big gulp of the whiskey, he threw the bottle to the road and opened his bag. A see-through water like a bottle. He gave it to me and I opened it after some seconds of struggle. We stumbled through the sunset of the lonely and empty roads of a beautiful panorama.

“Le-Let’s sit down for a while. I am so ti-tired.” I laughed and sat down on the empty road. He joined me and took the opened vodka bottle from me and took a small sip after gasping dramatically and getting a green bag out of his pocket. It looked like leaves and after a long time of finding out what it was, I knew it when he started to build a joint.

I took the bottle and drank the alcohol. I couldn’t believe this scenario, I am drunk and I am about to get high. I will get so much damage for this one night, but it still felt like it was a Bonnie and Clyde after play. Such a euphoric moment, and a moment I would’ve never have dreamed of.

So deep in my own thoughts and my own actions and with this alcohol in my hands, I didn’t see that Jisung was already done with his work. He saw my lazy eyes and pointed out to his bag.

“Hey, listen to music on my phone the code is 0325.” I crawled over to his bag and searched for the perfect song and here it was. New Flesh by the Current Joys, a carefree and a lighthearted song. The song started playing and Jisung snickered.

“I start to really learn a new si-side of you. Little miss Y/N.” He finished his joint and licked it clean. He grabbed in his bag and pulled out speakers. This bag really is a survival kit. He connected them to his phone and the music blasted out with such an enormous volume.

He took out his lighter and the fire sneaked it’s way through the marijuana and gives out a really unique smell. He seemed relaxed and fell on his back. He now was lying on the hard and cold cement road, his little relaxing tool between his fingers.

“So you never smoked before, like ever?”He has gotten up again and let his arm over my shoulder, giving me a really focused look.

“N-Nah.” I giggled for no reason. My head felt dizzy and my vision getting blurry after breathing in second-hand smoke.

“So I’m gonna show you, ho-how to do it the right way.” He smiled and almost closing his eyes completely.

He took my face into his hand and held the joint on the other hand. He gave it to me and I held it the best way I could, trying to let it fall down. I took a big hit and coughed all of the smoke out in a matter of 3 seconds.

He laughed uncontrollably and as he was laughing my head started to turn, my stomach started to growl and my mouth was getting dry. I honestly did not expect it to work that easily but I felt the difference in my body. I took another puff of it and another.

With a little time it has gotten easier and better to not cough. Jisung after not talking for what seemed like a whole eternity, started to notice that the sky is getting darker. He saw a whole field next to the road and threw his stuff in there and threw himself as well.

“Come here! The field is soft.” He shouted from his new spot and I giggled and jumped on top of him. His laugh resounded through the emptiness surrounding us and my giggle became a little quieter when I felt his hand on my hip. As before, when he put on the belt for me, my face grew hot and my eyes stayed on him and I played with his hair. He stroked my body with his fingertips, it feeling like electric wires rushing through my hot body. 

I leaned down and then kissed his soft lips. Right at this moment I didn’t care about anyone. My brother, my parents, my friends not even my own thoughts that screamed in my head to cut it off and go home. I wanted to live and wanted to enjoy, feel this moment. Exactly live in this moment right here and there. In a field in the middle of nowhere with the music still blasting somewhere near us and the taste of alcohol still running through my mouth and most importantly, Jisung being right here and there. 

“I d-don’t want to pressure you to anything, Y/N.-” I shushed him up with another kiss and his smile making the butterflies in my tummy explode into a mess. He tucked on his hoodie and leaned into my ear.

“I am sure you look even better without my hoodie on.”

I giggled loudly, his hand getting lost on the inside of my hoodie. Grasping on my bra and massaging it softly. My world turning in circles and the music still playing on the highest volume from the speakers, somewhere in the grass.

“I want you, now.” I said, looking down to him. I took off my hoodie and threw it next to Jisung beneath me. His hands still on me, my hair falling down to the side of his face. I was needy and what could feed this hunger was him.

“If your brother could see his little girl…” he smiled at my face being some small inches in front of his. the taste of the marijuana in my mouth mixed with the strong vodka and whiskey was driving me into the dumbest things.

I kissed his soft lips, touching them a little and his tongue rolling with mine. He tasted like danger and everything forbidden for me, giving me a thrill of my life. I continued to go down his neck, sucking the best I could making it hard due to the lack of energy.

“You’re doing great, little one.” He moaned when I once reached his hard and perky abs, leaving a trail of bruises and hickeys all the way down here. He groaned once I unlocked his belt and pushed his jeans down to his boxers. The outline of his dick was hardly poking out, getting me to an idea of my first blowjob ever.

I pulled the off and there he was, poking at me. The hard and red tip, cum dripping on them slightly. I took him in my hands, carefully pumping him. His eyes following my actions his whines and stares telling me to put him in my mouth, I couldn’t get him all in, him laughing at me trying my hardest to deepthroat.

“Your little mouth is amazing.” He mumbled with his eyes closed tightly, his hands getting lost in my hair. Moans and grunts getting me wetter and wetter. I couldn’t breathe and with my mouth being filled up completely, my eyes turning to the back of my head.

I backed up and took some time to breathe, a string of saliva connecting my lips with his wet and throbbing dick. He pushed his hair back, his hand still on my head, grabbing and pulling at it hardly. I choked lightly on his pressure on my head, pushing me down and forcefully getting me down. After some seconds of complete silence he let go and a broken groan echoed through my dizzy head.

“Uh fuck, how can this small mouth get all that in?” He smiled looking down at me with his lazy eyes on the string of saliva connecting his tip to my lips. I started to laugh out, the feeling of a dick in my mouth reminding me of a Popsicle. He laughed as well, this whole scenario being unbelievable. It was deep dark outside, the only light being the lanterns of the side street and the moon, shining out heavily. The wheat among us, the music that still played beside us.

He suddenly stopped giggling immediately and closed his eyes. His head was thrown to the ground and he held my head in his hands, still thrusting into my mouth hardly.

“Wh-Where can I c-cum?” He stuttered and I just continued to bop my head down his length, feeling every inch in my mouth, I choked a little on the twitch of his cock. “Fuuuck.” He groaned loud through the hard beats of the music. I felt his dick twitch again in my throat and as I moaned the vibrations got him to spill his load into my mouth. The warm liquid running through my throat, I choked once again and the shivers went down my spine mercilessly.

“Ah fuck.” He tried to collect his breath, moaning more curse words. I still sucked at the tip and popped him out of my mouth, his seeds running down my lips. I looked up at his brown eyes, stars above us reflecting in them. He had the warmest and softest expression on his face, starring down at my cum filled mouth, trying my hardest to swallow everything.

“Now it’s your turn, princess.”