#also feel free to correct me if i got something wrong i just finished it last night and then barely slept 👀

[ollyissleppy]

𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 | venti, diluc x reader

summary: just boys confessing their love while being tipsy

pairing(s): venti x gn!reader, diluc x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: mentions of being drunk, drinking, alcohol, mentions of being pressured into drinking

tags: fluff, drinking, confessions, reader works in church (in venti's), reader is from fontaine (in diluc's), diluc is all blushy (just the way I like him 😇)

a/n: I don't remember the last time I wrote (and actually finished) something let alone post it :( anyways there's also one with Keaya but I didn't have the time to finish it and just wanted to post what I have so I won't have the time to change my mind

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You stand at the back of the church, just casually chatting away with a few sisters, as you hear quick steps approaching where you are. You and your companions turn your heads to see who's in such a hurry, only to spot Barbara rushing her way towards you. 

"(name)! Thank Barbados, I finally found you," the blonde says as she stops right in front of you. “Could you be so kind and help me get rid of this drunkard? He's laying under the statue, and no amount of threads can make him leave.”

“Sure, just show me where they are, and I’ll get rid of them for you.” You send a warm smile her way and follow her out of the church. 

Once outside, you notice someone laying under Anemo Archon’s statue, attempting to play music on a lyre. Upon coming closer, you recognise the person who's causing Barbara to grow grey hair. You sigh, knowing now that not only Barbara's well-being but also potentially the identity of your beloved archon is at risk. After all, you don't want the drunk bard to expose himself as the Anemo Archon to the entire city. 

“You’re playing the wrong cord, Venti,” you say as you approach the bard.

“HOW DARE YOU EVEN—oh, it’s you, (name)! I was waiting till you came out of this stupid  building." Venti throws himself at you, his arms tightly wrapping around your neck. "I wanted to come inside and hang out with you, but she refused to let me in," he pouts while trying to give you the puppy eyes. 

You ignored his words and just opted to try making him stand on his own. Your attempt was unsuccessful; the moment you let go of him, he started to fall over. Holding him up by his waist, you turn to Barbara:

“Thank you for bringing me here, Barbara. You’re free to return to your duties, I got this from here.” After making sure you had a tight grip around Venti, you started making your way out of the city. You hope to brig him to the closest Archon statue to hopefully sober him up.

“You know, I thought alcohol no longer had an effect on you.” You couldn't help but ask a question as your mind was working overtime to figure out what could bring the bard to such a state. 

“Keaya brought some special wine from Sumeru, and we both shared a bottle,” Venti replies, sounding as if he's about to fall asleep. 

“Wow, now I feel sorry for Master Diluc. I can’t imagine having to deal with the both of you in such a state.” You shake the bard, making sure he stays awake at least till you both reach the statue. 

As you finally crossed the bridge just outside the city, you quickly apologised to Timmy for scaring away his pigeons and continued your journey until you reached Venti's statue. You lay him down under the stone version of himself and hope your theory about sobering him up is correct. You sit down beside him, your back against some roots, waiting for a change in the bard's position.

When some time passes and you start to wonder if you should just leave him there, he finally sits up. You look at him curiously, waiting for the bard to say something. Venti remains silent, just staring back at you. Another moment passes until he finally speaks up:

"You're really here. For a moment, I thought you were just a dream. "You can still smell the alcohol as he speaks. "(name), can I tell you something?"

You look at him confused, wondering if it is another one of his 'I'm an archon type of secret'. He looks at you as if he's collecting his thoughts, so you allow your mind and gaze to wander off. 

“I am in love with you.” Your head snaps right back at Venti, unsure if your mind isn't playing games with you. 

"What?" you ask, scolding your mind for even suggesting the bard said something like this. 

"I'm in love with you, (name)." Venti shifts his body to be closer to you, almost as if trying to kiss you, his gaze still fixated on you.

“Venti, you’re drunk.” You try to move your body away from his, causing your back to bruise itself against the roots. You found your archon's feelings highly inappropriate. 

He sighs and moves his body back to its original place, his gaze finally leaving yours. You relax, finally feeling free from the awkward situation. You realise that Venti's eyes seem to be focused on something, so you follow them to see what he's looking at. Off in the distance, you see two hilichurls dancing and seemingly enjoying each other's company. Both you and your companion watch the two of them in somewhat comfortable silence. You're not sure how much time passes until Venti speaks up again. 

“You don’t have to answer; it’s ok. It must be so confusing for you," he sighs, his eyes now looking up to the sky. "You devoted your entire life to an archon just for me to destroy your image of said archon and now selfishly confess my undying love for you.” 

You stare at him, unsure of what you should do. The bard was right; you were confused out of your mind. You look down at the ground, trying to collect your thoughts. The silence once again falls between you two, only this time it's more awkward than anything. After what felt like ages, you hear Venti move his body. You don't look up, still being within your own thoughts. The archon sees that and just gently cups your face with his hand, forcing you to look at him. Venti slowly moves his face closer to yours, his breath tickling you.

“But no legends say I'm not a selfish archon”

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Diluc brought you to Fontaine in hopes you'll help him win it's people over and expand his wine empire in that direction as well. So here you are, catching up with some of your friends that you haven't seen since you left Fontaine. Learning all about their new lives, now without you. It didn't sadden you much, as moving away to another nation gave you opportunities you never knew were possible. You're so caught up in the conversation that you don't notice a person coming up behind you, let alone the arm that's making its way around your shoulders. The unexpected movement caused you to jump, only to calm down once you noticed the culprit. 

“Diluc, are you alright?" You ask worried, not remembering if you ever saw your friend with his face being almost the colour of his hair. 

"Yeah, I'm just tired." Diluc moves his body so he can rest his head on your shoulders. His moves catch you slightly off guard, as they're not something his usual self would do.

"Oh, look at the time,” you say, looking at your watch. "We really should all return to our houses; I'd hate for the staff to work overtime to clean up after us." Most of the people who were at the gathering agreed with you. Some people, however, weren't keen on leaving just yet, as they didn't get to discuss the legal matters of their agreements.

“Don’t worry, everyone; I'm sure Master Diluc will be ready to discuss further regarding the contracts tomorrow,” you say to comfort the worried bunch, hoping it'll be enough.

“Perhaps lunch time? Maybe at Cafe Lutece?” one of the men in the crowd replies, with a bunch of others agreeing.

“Great, we’ll be there!” You smile, happy to get them all off Diluc's back.

You sat Diluc down on one of the chairs and patiently waited for all of the guests to leave. You were so preoccupied by them that you didn't notice your friend started to drift off into sweet slumber. Once you do notice, you make sure to shake him awake to make it easier to bring him to your hotel rooms. You help Diluc stand up from the chair, and you start taking him upstairs, where your rooms are located. 

While making your way up the stairs, you decided to question what happened to make Diluc try his luck at drinking. 

'How can we know it’s good quality wine if the person responsible for making it won’t drink it?' was apparently something Diluc heard from one of the potential clients while he was trying to get them on his side. You felt kind of bad for Diluc, as you are aware that he's not fond of drinking, and tonight he was pressured into doing so. 

After what felt like a fight between you and the stairs, you two finally made it to Diluc's room. You close the door behind you and turn around to see Diluc struggling to get out of his coat. You chuckle at his sudden cuteness as you walk up to lend him some help. After a bit of struggle, you managed to get him out of the piece of clothing, settling it on one of the chairs in the room. You decided to skip trying to change the rest of his clothes, and you just laid Diluc down on the bed. You made sure to securely wrap him up in the blanket, and you started to take your leave. 

“Wait, don’t leave yet.” You stop in your tracks. You weren't expecting to hear his voice; you were almost certain that he was already out cold. “I hate seeing you leave.” You turn to look at him, thinking about your options.

You decided to stay with him a bit longer, at least until he actually fell asleep. You sit down on the other side of the bed, thinking about what you should say to make him fall asleep. 

"See? I'm not going anywhere, Diluc. You can rest now." You fix the blanket around his chest. The room falls into a comfortable silence. 

Your thoughts start to slowly drift away as the day finally catches up to you, making you wish you were in bed as well. You're so deep inside your head that you don't notice Diluc staring directly at you.

“Lay down with me.” His low voice startled you, snapping you back to reality. You take a minute to gather your thoughts to figure out the best response. 

“I don’t think it’s appropriate,” you said, hoping your answer would make him drop it. 

“Who cares? It’s just the two of us,” he argues, and you have to admit that he has a point. Besides, it won't hurt to lay with him just for a bit—until he falls asleep, that is. 

You sigh, defeated, and opt to lay down on top of the covers. That way, you had a way of getting out of his room and to your own when Diluc's no longer focused on you so much. As you move to your side, you notice Diluc visibly relaxing, even letting out a yawn. He looked like he would fall asleep any minute now, so you close your eyes, hoping it'll fool him that you're asleep as well. You are finally letting yourself relax. 

“I love you,” Diluc's voice was low and barely hearable. If the room wasn't dead silent, you probably wouldn't be able to hear it.

You don't respond, deciding that it must be just his tired and drunk brain talking. You keep your eyes closed just in case, still hoping to trick him into thinking that you're asleep.

“You hear? I’m in love with you,  (name)." Diluc moves his body closer to yours, as if trying to make sure you're able to hear him.

You lay still, trying to ingest his alcohol-reeking breath. Diluc sighs, moving even closer to you, just to throw his arm across your body, trapping you in bed with him. 

"I wish I wasn't such a coward and told you this when I'm sober and your conscious."

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[linos-luna]

Hiii

Could you write a one shot about johnny x yn, he is the tutor of yn, they have going on a lot of sexual tension the last sessions, and johnny was just craving oral sex…so he says “if you do this correctly i’ll go down on you, but if you are wrong, you suck me, deal?” She says yes…you decide which one happens first. If you could add a lot of praise from johnny to yn would be awesome.

Thanks

Hope u have time

This was fun. Sorry it took forever. Im still recovering from my injuries 😅

But I’m back now!

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Lessons ❣️

Johnny x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Oral (both receiving), SMUT, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names

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There was always tension. He’s tutoring you in statistics but how could you concentrate when he was just so… hot. Likewise, Johnny also found himself very attracted to you. He couldn’t help toying with you. Little touches and sly comments during every lesson to drive you nuts. Although you act like it doesn’t bother you, it very much does.

Today was different. Something about your cute skirt and innocent confused expression when not fully understanding a concept. It drove him nuts. He wants you.

Johnny wants relief. He wants you to suck him off while he fucks your throat. He wants to feel you gag around his cock as he pulls on your hair. He wants to cum on your face watch your filthy expressions. He wants to see your eyes crossed and cock drunk. It was getting him hard just thinking about it. Surely, you wouldn’t mind.

“Johnny… Johnny!” You called out, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Oh! Sorry!” He chuckled.

“I finished.” You said with a smile as he stood behind you.

“Yeah? Do you think that you understand now…? Normal distribution charts can be difficult.”

“Maybe…” I said, blushing as he was very close to your neck. “Y-you’ll have to check.”

“Maybe?” He teased while rubbing your sides. “Have you not been paying attention?”

“W-well…” you felt yourself getting heated, just his light touch was getting you worked up. Was this on purpose? You weren’t sure and it was making your head spin.

“Well what?” Johnny asked while slowly running his one hand up your skirt. “Not paying attention…?”

“I-I… I pay attention…” I replied with a a deep breath, feeling the pads of his fingers touching your clothed cunt. You closed your eyes and let out some breathy moans.

“I don’t know about that, babygirl…” he smirked, moving his hand from your waist to your neck. “Looks like you’re thinking about something else…” he chuckled while holding your chin before sliding his fingers in your underwear.

You moaned at the feeling as he felt around your folds then rubbed your clit with his thumb.

“I think that your mind is somewhere else, huh?”

You whimpered at the feeling, finding it difficult to not throw your head back in pleasure. You bucked your hips to feel more friction.

“Do you like that baby?” He teased, whispering in your ear. “You want more right?”

“Mmhm-…” you managed to get out.

“Yes? More?”

“Yes Johnny…” you moaned.

“Just love being touched…” he teased. “Are you really that dirty? I thought you were innocent.”

“I-I-….” It was hard to get any words out. “J-Johnny—…. Please…”

“My sweet girl… let me check that paper for you first.” He smirked, knowing it was driving you nuts. “I’ll have to make some corrections… unless they’re all right?”

“Y-yes Johnny…”

The man smirk as he snaked his free hand from your waist to your breast, disregarding the bra that was in the way.

“How about I make you a deal?” He said while pinching your sensitive nipple. “I’m willing to help you out, babygirl…”

You only nodded, trying to focus on his words.

“I’ll check your work…” he started. "if you do this correctly i'll go down on you, but if you are wrong, you suck me, deal?"

“A-ah! Johnny!” You moaned out loud suddenly, feeling him pinch at your sensitive cunt.

“Got it?”

“Mmm… okay…” you replied in a shaky voice as he looked over your work.

While he checked your work, Johnny kept his hand in your panties, only rubbing your clit slightly as he used his other hand to trace down the paper. You whimpered, lightly bucking your hips against his fingers.

“Well darn…” he said in a teasing voice. “You got it wrong… your margin of error is off…”

“O-oh.”

“You know what that means, hm?” He said with a sly laugh.

“Y-yes, Johnny…” you nodded while getting to your knees. Johnny was surprised you were actually going to do it and quickly pulled down his pants and boxers.

You looked up at him with a giggle, slowly stroking him while staring him straight in the eyes.

“T-Teasing me?” Her groaned while looking back, finding you incredibly cute and innocent.

You smiled and started sucking on the tip, looking up at him with innocent eyes. You would suck the tip and pull back, watching as your spit connected to it.

“F-fuck…” he groaned while holding onto your hair.

You continued to rub his cock with your hands as you started taking more in your mouth. He was big and it was impossible to get him fully in without gagging. You kept going, bobbing your head while moaning, making the man lose his mind.

Drool ran down your chin as he bucked his hips before his grip on your hair tightened.

Johnny couldn’t handle your slow teasing and started thrusting his hips more, holding onto you as he fucked your throat. He threw his head back and let out some breathy moans.

His needy moans only turned you on more and you felt how soaked your underwear really was.

“Open.” He said sternly as you opened your mouth. “I wanna see it…”

You smirked and laid his hard cock on your tongue that stuck out of your mouth. You continue to rub it against your tongue until he released, his white substance dripping from your mouth to your chin, looking absolutely filthy.

“God…” he panted while pulling you up by the hair. “I haven’t even checked the other problem yet… don’t tease me, girl…”

After pulling you up, he pulled his boxers up and went back to checking your work as if nothing happened.

Johnny looked through the last problem, smirking when finished. “Well it seems that you got this one right, babygirl.”

“O-oh…. U-um…” you stuttered as he grabbed your waist, lifting you onto the desk.

“My good girl deserves her reward now, hm?”

You only blushed, feeling even hotter as he slowly lowered your pant and underwear.

Johnny put your legs over his shoulders and licked a stride across your wet cunt with no warning. You moaned a bit loud and quickly slapped your hand over your mouth, making the man chuckle.

“Why are you covering up, baby?” He teased. “I wanna hear everything…” the man groaned against your cunt, practically making you twitch as you roll your eyes back. It was hard to control yourself.

Perhaps you were already hot and aroused from earlier, or you were just horny when seeing him in general.

“F-fuck—… j-Johnny…” your moans were shaky and light as he ate you out with no mercy. The pleasure started becoming too much as his tongue touched your sensitive bud.

You could barely keep your eyes open at the intense pleasure and you found yourself whining.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He teased while he added some more teasing licks.

“Mmm… J-Johnny….” You moaned as your legs shook a bit. “I-I-…”

“You’re what, baby?”

“I-I have… I have to… c-c-…” you couldn’t get the words out through your desperate pants, but Johnny knew what you were trying to say. He smirked and pulled away, making you whine.

“Don’t cum yet, baby.” Johnny said while standing, now undoing his jeans. “I’ll give you something better…”

[deansapplepie]

Till THE DEAD do us part | Chapter 2

A/N: This story will take place in all the seasons, but it’s not exactly a rewriting cause I’d have to re-watch everything to use the exactly lines of the characters, also I think it’s better if I tell a side story without changing the main facts of the story.

This story has a Female Reader, but I don’t describe her appearance, so anyone can identify with her.

Chapter 1 Chapter 3

Chapter 2: Anything that Reminds you of Me

Summary: In this chapter Y/N Grimes gets back something that she lost, discover some secrets and conflicts Shane.

Warnings: mentions of cheating, swearing, mentions of death, violence, Shane is an ass, Merle being Merle.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader (Rick’s sister)

Word Count: 3716

Extra notes: I proofread the text, but English is not my first language, so feel free to correct any mistakes, of course with love.

After that day you grew closer to Daryl, it was easy to be with him, you could stay a long moment silently and it would not feel awkward. Also, it was cute to watch his interactions with Luna. He started to interact more with her and sometimes even took her for a walk. But now, you needed to also deal with a super protective Shane that out of nowhere thought you were a little girl.

“Be careful. He’s not the right man for you.” You rolled your eyes at him, he always said the same damn thing and you were getting tired of it.

“Did you ever stop to think that maybe I don’t want the right one? Maybe I just want the wrong one?” You were tired, you would always tell he was just your friend, that you knew how to defend yourself, but he always came with the same judgmental words about Daryl and about you.

“Y/N…” That was it, you had enough.

“Shane, I’m no damsel in distress, and… you’re not Rick, okay?” You chose your words carefully almost saying ‘you’re not my brother’, but you considered him your brother, right? You tried change your words to not hurt him, but what you said… he understood what you said, he was not Rick which means he’s not your big bro to boss you.

“Fine.” He answered teeth greeted.

“Fine.” You throw back at him, leaving your side of camp followed by Luna.

A group was getting ready to do a run to get more food and any other thing that could be useful. You weren’t going this time, so you approached Glenn to give him a list of things you needed. He was the one with more experience on the runs, so he was the best person to have the list.

“Just that?” He asked looking at your very small list.

“Yeah, I don’t need much.” You scratched Luna’s ears while she got a lick from Glenn’s hand.

“Nothing special? A candy? Maybe some cookies?” He suggested, you never asked those kind of things to him, but he would always bring something to you. He was like that cute baby brother that everyone wanted to have.

“If you see anything that reminds you of me, you can bring it.” You simply answered, everything was almost ready for them to go. So you decided not to get on their way. “Be careful, ok?”

You left them finishing getting things done and went to the other side of the camp where a certain archer was also preparing his things to go hunting.

“Good morning” you said as you got close to him, Luna already attacking him with her tongue and paws.

“Morning”, he answered while petting the happy dog. “Luna, stop” he tried commanding the german shepherd when she wouldn’t let him finish what he was doing. “Stop” he said again.

Then she stopped looking at him, puppy eyes, tongue out and the tail going side to side. “Good girl” he scratched her ears. You smiled looking at both of them, they were too much cute to not smile at.

“Can I go hunting with you?” You finally talked.

“It’s better not, I’m planning on bringing something big this time and ya make much noise walking, no offense” he was not wrong, but you could use leaving the quarry for a while.

“Alright, do you want Luna to go with you?” You asked, you’d prefer Luna stayed with you, but you knew he also needed some company.

“Nah, I’m ok. She sometimes doesn’t obey me, I don’t wanna risk anything happening to her.” You sat on a beach chair that was close where he was preparing to head out, Luna on your feet.

“When you come back, you’ll teach me how to shoot the crossbow, right?” You had asked him the other day and he said he could help you, but then you never had the opportunity.

“Yeah, I’ll…” he stopped mid sentence watching Merle approach, he was going on the run, so why was him coming back?

“Want anything special lil bro?” He asked, then looked between you and Daryl with a smirk on his face. “Maybe, some condoms?” He knew he would get Daryl pissed, most of the time he would say this things just so he could see Daryl’s reaction.

“Shut the fuck up Merle!” His face burned and he was trying to hide his blushed cheeks. Your cheeks were also blushing and you had nowhere to hide.

“Don’t you have to go on that run Dixon?” He laughed and tried to pet Luna, but she barked to him making him jump.

“It’s okay love birds, I’ll leave you alone.” He said returning to the group that was almost going.

“Don’t mind him.” Daryl tried to apologize, he felt like he was always apologizing or making excuses for his brother.

“Don’t worry, it’s just Merle being himself, there’s not much you can do.” You stayed there with him until he was ready to leave to the woods, you wished him good luck and told him to take care. He gave you a little grunt that you interpreted as ‘thank you, take care too’.

The rest of the day was uneventful. You helped around camp, took care of the kids and also rested a little. It was getting late but nobody had came back from the run yet. You were starting to become worried.

“Any sign of them?” You asked Dale who was at his usual spot near the RV.

“No, not yet.” He answered and looked with his binoculars again.

“What if something bad happened?” Amy asked worried, Andrea, her sister, had gone with them and she was not used to go on these runs.

“I’m sure they are fine, maybe they run into some trouble, but they have T.Dog and Merle, they are strong. They’ll be fine.” You tried tranquilizing the younger woman.

Not longer after this conversation you heard a big noise, just like a car alarm. Down the road a red sports car came in a high speed and the noise of the alarm became higher and higher. Soon the car stopped in the entrance of the quarry and it was Glenn inside. Shane ran to stop the noise of the alarm and soon after a truck stopped behind the beautiful car. ‘They freaking stole a truck’, you thought admired. ‘What could possibly have happened?’

You saw T.Dog, Morales and Andrea coming from the truck. Amy was helping Andrea to walk, something had gone really wrong. Where was Merle? Suddenly you heard a commotion, you thought you heard Carl yelling the word ‘dad’ and it couldn’t be it. What were the chances? Luna ran from your side in the direction of the group and you had to follow her. “Luna, stop! You can’t go running like that!” You yelled at the dog, only stopping when she jumped on Lori, Carl and… Rick.

“Rick?” You didn’t even know if anyone could listen to you, you felt as if you were in one of those dreams where you want to talk, scream and you just can’t, but that wasn’t a dream. Rick was there in his uniform, hugging his family, tears in his eyes and he heard you, if it was another sad dream he’d have ignored you like in every other that you had. But he got up from where he was hugging Lori and Carl, and he walked in your direction, you ran the short distance between you, and threw your arms around him.

“It’s really you” tears were already coming from your eyes.

“It’s me, I’m here now.” He was alive and his heart was beating, he kissed the top of your head and you hugged him tightly.

“I thought you were dead, I- I should have gone and saw it for myself. I’m sorry, you were left alone… I’m so sorry.” Many feelings came to your mind at this moment, Shane told you he was dead, but he wasn’t. You were happy about having your brother back, but now you were infinitely angry at Shane.

“It’s ok, you couldn’t know. None of us are going to separate again, I promise.” After you departed from his embrace, you looked at Shane and for second he was scared. He knew you were mad, and he knew he had screwed everything. Your look meant many things and he was scared of what he could lose if you ever opened your mouth.

You were informed that they let Merle cuffed to a rooftop.

“Damn, I know he’s an asshole, but it’s not going to go well when Daryl get to hear about it. I’m not telling him, you guys tell, I’ll just be around in case he gets out of control.” You said. Fuck. You knew they probably had a good reason for that, but Daryl was his brother and he would get very upset about it. Actually, upset doesn’t really represent how he would be. And you couldn’t blame him, you were a young sibling too and if it was Rick… you’d be angry too. In fact, at this moment you were still mad about Rick being left in the hospital to die.

“What will you do? Are you gonna kiss the calm into him?” Shane mocked you up, good everything you needed.

“Fuck you Shane!” You showed him your middle finger and left, if it was any other time, it would become a playful moment between both of you. But right now, you couldn’t. There was too much on your mind.

You closed into yourself for a while, trying to calm yourself down and organize your thoughts, but it was almost impossible. You wanted to thank Glenn, for bringing your brother back to you, but with everything that happened you didn’t get the chance to thank him. When you told him to bring something that reminded of you, you were not expecting him to bring your brother that you thought was dead. You were so glad at Glenn for it, he could have ignored Rick and let him to die, but he helped him.

“We’re organizing to go get him by the morning” Rick sat by your side, concern in his eyes. “I know we shouldn’t have left him there, but things got out of control and T.Dog lost the key.” You know he was being honest, and you were happy they were going back to rescue him.

“Daryl is probably coming back tomorrow morning, maybe he’s able to go with you. I think he’d like to.” You felt Rick tense, you knew your brother, it was just like you could feel his energy. Shane already opened his mouth.

“This Daryl Dixon, what’s going on between you two?” There was the question you were waiting he would drop.

“Nothing, he’s my friend. I have no idea what Shane told you, but he’s an ass. He judges people without knowing them. Daryl is a good person and he was with me when I needed the most.” You gave him a brief explanation, omitting the part that you were crying over his cheating friend and wife, and telling it was because you missed him. Not completely a lie. “Trust me, he’ll probably hate you tomorrow, but you’ll get to know him and you’ll see who he really is.”

Rick tried to trust you, he knew you well and he also knew Shane’s temper, but he could not stop protecting you now that he was back.

The other day early in the morning Rick, Glenn and T.Dog already had a plan and were packing everything to rescue Merle and pick the guns Rick had lost. Everything was going just fine, till Daryl made his big entrance cursing a walker that ate the deer he was tracking.

‘Just good, he’s already moody. That helps a lot’, you thought. As soon as the news were told, Daryl jumped in Rick’s direction and you had to come between then.

“Hey! Hey! Daryl! Listen to me! Calm down.” You were in front of him, your back turned to Rick, hands up.

“Easy for ya to tell, yer brother is back from the dead while mine is handcuffed to a damn roof.” He looked at you and you could see anger, fear and despair in his eyes.

“I know. I have mine back and you need to rescue yours. They are going back to rescue him. Rick is really sorry, trust me.” You put your hands on his chest praying he would not flinch at your touch or take your hands away, but he didn’t move. “Now we can stay here, fighting each other while Merle is alone in that rooftop, or you can all work together and rescue him. I know right at this moment you wished Rick was dead, but I’d never wish it for Merle. Our brothers can do stupid things, but they don’t deserve to die.”

A long silence came and Daryl contemplated the possibilities, he trusted you, but he wanted to punch Rick’s face as much as he wanted to punch Shane for going around talking shit about his brother. He looked at you one last time and said “Fine. I’m going.”

After they went on the rescue mission the camp started to go back to normal. But it was not over to you, and you had something you needed to do. You walked large steps on Shane’s direction.

“Hey Shane!” You called, in the moment he turned to you, you were already close enough and in seconds your closed hand were making contact with his face.

“What the hell was that for? Because of your boyfriend?” He asked his hand touching the left side of his face.

“That was because of my brother, and you know why. All the reasons going on your mind right now, it’s because of them.” You know he understood, his angry face became a worried one in seconds.

“Y/N… I didn’t know. I swear, he was not breathing, his… his heart had stopped.” He tried to explain. Some people looked at you and other pretended to be minding their own businesses but you couldn’t care less.

“Well, then explain me this. Because I see two options, first you lied, or second we need to take Rick to the authorities immediately, because he’s the cure to all this shit.” You decided to go to the side of the camp where your tents were, you have had enough. The show was over.

“Aunt Y/N, why did you punch Shane?” Damn the kid saw it, Lori wasn’t going to like it.

“Shane said I needed to practice, so he asked me to practice on his face. Very dumb decision I’d say.” You gave the first excuse you could think to Carl, but then Lori came.

“You punched Shane?” She asked in low voice, everybody saw there was no secret about it.

“Yes, he deserved. You know he deserved, I was holding up since yesterday when Rick showed up.” You answered actually there was way more time that you wanted to this, but no way you were going to say Lori what you saw one and a half weeks ago.

She had nothing to say, she also was angry at Shane for making her think Rick was dead. Lori was angry at herself too, for getting involved with Shane, but now it was too late. After that you took some clothes and went to the lake to wash them with the other women, you also decided going at Daryl’s tent and took the clothes of him that you could find. After what happened that was the least you could do to him. You took Luna with you so she could play a little and experience the freedom. Most of the day was alright, the exception was the scene Ed cause ending with Shane punching the shit out of him, you hope he understood the message to not touch Carol again. Also, Jimmy had an insolation and were kind of having hallucinations forcing you to tie him to a tree.

Later that day, you were starting to get anxious about them not returning to the camp. You had just gotten your brother back and even though you knew he did the good thing going back to Atlanta, you were worried you’d lose him again. All of you were around the bonfire eating the delicious fish that Amy and Andrea had fished, you were not a fan of fish, but this was the apocalypse so you would eat whatever you needed to survive. Soon after Amy told she was going to use the bathroom and got up, you heard to her scream and from that moment everything went wrong on that night.

Zombies were attacking the camp, one had bitten Amy, but you didn’t had time to feel sorry for the younger girl that was so dear with everyone from the camp. Everyone got up and ran trying to pick something to defend against the dead. You always carried your gun and knife, so you took your knife and got ready to defend yourself and your family.

“Carl, Lori, Y/N, stay behind me, I’ll protect you.” Shane said, you just ignored him and started stabbing the dead on the head with your knife.

If you could fight, you would not stay behind any man hiding yourself. Rick and Shane didn’t teach you how to knock out a rapist so now you could hide away from the zombies, they were even easier to deal with than alive people. You started counting how many you killed, using it to concentrate and not let your mind wander, soon you had lost count of how many. While you killed your last one, another came on your direction falling on you making you go to the ground, the dead on top of you, you lost your knife, you put one arm between you and the neck of the zombie, trying to reach out for your gun, but before you could take it the dead fell to the side an arrow on his skull.

‘Thank God, they are back.’ You thought and when you looked Daryl was already in front of you offering his hand to pull yourself up.

“Thank you” you said trying to catch your breath from the tiring wrestle you had with the dead one.

“ ‘s nothing” He replied and then shoot another one from the spot you were. You looked around finding your knife on the ground not very far from where you were fighting for you life, but not so close that you could grab it at the time. You took your knife, but the camp was already under control.

The dead that were not lifeless on the ground were being killed by the others, so you allowed yourself to relax a little. You spotted Rick not very far with Lori and Carl, your eyes roamed through the quarry and you also saw T.Dog and Glenn, but where was Merle?

“Merle?” You threw the question at Daryl, but you couldn’t deny… you were afraid of his reaction and of his answer. He made a face and shook his head, you thought about the worst.

“Oh my god, Daryl… I’m sorry.” You said, but was almost cut off by him.

“He’s alive, the dumbass cut his own hand and scaped, we were hoping he was back to camp and worrying about what he’d do once he arrived here. He stoled our car.” Well, this was totally Merle, you were glad he was alive, but you couldn’t even imagine what would happen if he had came back to the camp.

“That’s what took you all so long to come back?” You wanted to say you were worried, not only about Rick, or Glenn that was your good friend or T.Dog, mostly about him, but you didn’t know how the words would sound to him, so you stopped yourself before you could say anything.

“That too, but we had other problems.” You were going to ask more about it, but just when you were going to open your mouth Rick came to you.

“Are you okay? Did you get hurt?” Rick asked holding your shoulders and scanning you over to see if you were hurt anywhere.

“I’m alright, despite what some people think I’m not useless and fragile.”

“That’s not what I meant, I was just worried” Rick took a deep breath and looked in your eyes. “I just got all of you back, I can’t lose you again.”

“I can’t lose you too, so stop doing stupid things.” You said and tugged his hat brim to cover his eyes playfully. When you looked to the side, you saw the archer in the distance, already close to his tent.

The night was turning into day and one new morning was starting, the camp was a mess. You had people to burry and walkers to burn. And to think that hallucinating Jimmy dug two graves the other day. You were so caught up in all the confusion that you forgot about Luna, and you didn’t see her anywhere. You started to call her name, until she came running to you from inside Dale’s RV. You were so relieved she was good and alive. You squatted and hugged her while she tried to lick your face. All the people you cared for were good and alive, and you couldn’t be more grateful for it, but you didn’t know what you would do now, the quarry didn’t seem to be safe anymore. The question was, where could you possibly go?

Final Note: Thanks for everyone reading, liking, reblogging and commenting, it’s really good to receive your feedback.

[shroomthedecayedfox]

So, I know a majority of you guys follow me for my art, but I also kinda wanna post some rambles about my interests and the like (a majority being about FE3H). This is me wanting to be a little unhinged on my dash. I'm still gonna be posting art (got stuff already cooking), but if you want to watch me go insane over Byleth's heartbeat, keep reading.

So, as someone who has been listening to the FE3H soundtrack for the past few months there's this really subtle narrative moment that's happening in the music during the scene where Byleth’s heart starts to beat for the first time.

What I mean by this is when you go back and you listen to the soundtrack or the music of the game, you're going to start to notice the heartbeat motif. 

The music of FE3H has a lot of distinct leitmotifs throughout the score. Most of them are tied to just locations or themes throughout the game, but then there’s the characters. Now, I don’t know if Dimitri or Claude have leitmotifs themselves (Although, feel free to correct me if I’m wrong), but I’m fairly certain their routes do. However, none of it comes close to how distinct and prolific Rhea and Edelgard’s leitmotifs are.

Rhea’s leitmotif can be understood as the “Song of the Nabateans”; the lullaby she sings during the winter ball when you encounter her wandering the entrance hall. That progression of chords acts as a musical shorthand or stand-in for Rhea within the soundtrack of the game. It is tied to Rhea/Seiros or the nabateans in general. You hear it again during “Funeral of Flowers”. It’s distinct and recognizable, but then there’s Edelgard’s.

Which is just EVERYWHERE. The progression of chords that follows “Reach for my hand…” in “Edge of Dawn '' makes its way into a LOT- and I mean a LOT- of the music. From the more obvious tracks of “The Apex of the World” and “Three Houses Main Theme”, to subtler ones like, “Unfulfilled” and “Life at Garreg Mach Monastery”.  The motif is everywhere and employed at every possible moment. Like once you hear it, it becomes impossible to not notice its presence. 

But then there’s Byleth.

Now, Byleth doesn’t have a leitmotif in the traditional sense. They don’t really have a distinct progression of chords symbolizing them within the music, but they do have a distinct sound: the heartbeat. The heartbeat acts as a kind of throughline for them within the composition of the music. It’s almost like a solo instrument. Wherein, instead of a progression of chords symbolizing the whole of a character, it’s the musical sound and presence of one distinct instrument. 

It’s kinda acting like the percussion section of an orchestra, but is only included within the composition in regards to Byleth. And it’s similar in nature to Edelgard’s, where once you start noticing, you realize it’s everywhere. But it’s hard to catch because it’s often buried so low in the mix. In the moments it’s not though, it’s very difficult to ignore.

So it's pretty buck wild that the scene where Byleth’s heart actually starts to beat, the song that plays doesn't contain the heartbeat motif. 

“A World for Humanity” is the song that plays during that final cutscene of Crimson Flower and the heartbeat motif is nowhere to be seen. Which is pretty interesting because the player would have literally just heard it not two minutes ago in the context of the game. The heartbeat motif shows up in “The Apex of the World”, CF’s final boss theme. The player would have been listening to it as they were finishing the final chapter of the game. So musically, “A World for Humanity” follows “The Apex of the World”. Something happens where the percussion of the heartbeat motif vanishes between the two tracks. And after this moment, the rest of CF’s music doesn’t contain the heartbeat motif.

In-text, we know what caused that vanishing: Byleth’s heart actually starts to beat where it hadn’t for the entirety of their lives, but the narrative implications of that transition just fits so well with the overarching theme of CF. 

Now, there’s a lot to be said about the individual themes connected to each of the different routes within the game and for the most part, I’ve seen a lot of different takes regarding CF’s major theme as “the cost of one’s ideals”. Which, I’m not saying it isn’t a part of that route. It very much is, but what I am saying is that that theme is not distinctly tied to just CF. I’d argue it’s present throughout the entirety of the game and its four routes. It exists, across the board, within the stories the game is trying to tell.

For me, CF feels far more invested in the ideas of autonomy, freewill, humanity, and choice. That the overarching theme is aligned with the freedom to be your own individual and the right to make your own choices based on that freedom. The ethos of Edelgard’s final speech is the right for humanity to choose its own path. (I can explain all of this in another text post: trust me I want to talk about Edelgard’s final speech.)

But, this is how I largely interpret CF: it’s that strong emphasis of humanity’s freedom and it’s no surprise how Byleth’s heartbeat ties into that.

As far as I’m aware, Byleth’s heartbeat situation isn’t addressed in the other three routes. It’s set up in White Clouds and promptly abandoned. (which is a staple of the game; that’s just how it rolls. You’re not going to get everything on your first time through.) It’s loosely alluded to, but there’s no real pay-off outside of CF. You can outright tell Dorothea Byleth’s heart doesn’t beat, but she won’t believe you. When it comes to Claude or Rhea, you learn more about the nature of Byleth’s birth rather than address the nature of their heart. Given how strongly it is emphasized in Jeralt’s journal, the game wants you to pay attention to it.

For CF, the heartbeat becomes a symbol of Byleth’s humanity. At the very beginning of the game, they’re considered a demon by the people around them and the mercenaries within Jeralt’s company. In the eyes of the church, they’re seen as a figurehead or the second-coming of Seiros/Sothis. (Read that section in the Book of Seiros and tell me that’s not what the devs were trying to do). They rarely get to just be Byleth outside of whatever house you pick. A lot of Byleth’s interactions and relationships with other characters centers on the internal conflict of Byleth being understood as themselves. With CF it’s double because of all of the narrative implications Edelgard brings. All of those details and traits that characterize Byleth often get buried or go unnoticed.

So, what does this mean in the context of the music? “A World for Humanity” is musically reflecting the journey Byleth would’ve undergone during the course of CF. The heartbeat motif is no longer buried within the composition of the music, it’s free to be its own distinct sound. Which brings me to a detail I’ve been neglecting to mention up until this point: Edelgard is the first person to HEAR Byleth’s heartbeat.

During this scene, the heartbeat motif shifts from a non diegetic percussion to an in-universe diegetic sound. It breaks free from the composition of the music and becomes real. It’s no longer just symbolic of Byleth, it very much is Byleth. And what is the immediate reaction to that in-universe shift? 

Edelgard starts crying for the first time in who knows how many years out of joy. Byleth comes-to listening to her basically be the happiest she’s ever been because Byleth is alive. Their hair shifts back to its original color and they open their eyes to show they’re once again blue. The end card further adds to this transition, explaining that Byleth has lost their connection with the progenitor god’s powers. They’re just human and the music, alongside the characters, celebrates that humanity. 

And I find that to be really neat.

[louisisalarrie]

Hello love. I like sending you asks because you’re always great at responding. This one is a bit sensitive. Don’t post if not appropriate.

Louis and alcohol. You’ve worked with him and seen him a little more closely than most. Is he a massive drinker (like, every day) or is his alcohol consumption a little exaggerated? I’ve seen other posts referring to him as having a problem, which seems a cruel assumption when people don’t know the guy.

It looks to me like there’s a ton of boozing on tour (lots of stories from other artists who’ve worked with him confirm they all drink a lot when they’re all together) but L never looks as though he goes on stage p*ssed. He tends to have beer on stage with him but never drinks the whole thing (I kind of feel like it’s a bit of a nervous habit, to have a drink there he can grab but not to be necessarily knocking it back show). I mean he definitely looks like he drinks a lot post show but we never hear of him turning up to meet fans drunk or smelling of booze (and there dont seem to be any major boozy stories about him doing something bad because he was drunk - oh apart from breaking his arm!) so I’m on the fence about whether or not he does have unhealthy drinking habits or not. He seems pretty controlled and put together with the occasional post show drunken/stoned selfie!

What are your thoughts?

I guess I just want a healthy Louis.

Hello anon! Apologies for the hold up on this, I wanted to do a good and thorough job at responding because it is a sensitive topic, for sure. I’m not sure how much you dabble in substances, your age, or your experiences with said substances, so what I say may feel like it’s still too much, but yeah, I hope I can provide you with some reassurance. So, lovely anon, welcome to the show!

TW for alcohol and drug use

Drinking and drug use is heavily glorified, over indulged in, and used as a crutch in the entertainment industry, but often times you only hear the worst of it. You’ve got the stories of overdoses, media analysing stars because they look drunk performing on stage, and artists having a bad/shocking image because they partake in alcohol/drugs depending on who their demographic is (zouis weed video, for example).

It’s often used as a coping mechanism, to just take a bit of the edge off. This doesn’t mean that all artists use it to an extreme extent to where they can’t perform/can’t live without it (like it’s portrayed in A Star is Born), and don’t get me wrong, some do, but from what I’ve seen and my pals and colleagues in the music industry have seen, Louis doesn’t overindulge.

I mean, they’d have a drink (or multiple) for the same reasons as we do, to just… chill out the nervous system, or carry on the energy. Dissipate some anxiety before going on stage and while on stage, calming down your body and mind from the adrenaline afterwards, partying and carrying on a bit more heavily if you’re celebrating. I’ve toured, not to the same extent as L or H, but it becomes quite normalised within people from the artist’s direct team, their direct touring crew, to the promoters, to the artist’s personal friends. It’s SO much work putting on these shows and travelling and when everything goes well, it’s a huge relief and time for a beverage or a joint. It’s just kinda… very normalised, which is also really bad, but Louis, from what I’ve seen and heard, is smart with it.

You’re correct in saying he isn’t drunk on stage, he doesn’t smell like substances (only cigarettes but that’s a whole other story), and only has 1 beer on stage.

His rider is pretty standard too. Artists over order so they don’t need runners to go get them stuff causing a delay. And then they take whatever they don’t finish to the hotel with them or whatever. If you were famous you’d wanna milk the free stuff 100%, so yeah, if that is a cause of concern for some fans seeing the leaked LATAM rider, I can assure you that it doesn’t go that far between the amount of people in his band and crew. It’s just… very normalised, but doesn’t happen every night.

Louis also just loves to dabble in the devils lettuce (im super annoyed that I have a story about this that I can’t share but he’s fucking hilarious) and loves a drink. Alcohol is also super normalised and encouraged in the UK, and here in Australia too. So I see a lot of it and it’s just kind of a thing you… do. It’s more so if you don’t drink, people are like ????? Hahaha.

So growing up in a country where it’s very normal to drink a beer or get pissed, it’s kind of engrained, and then being in an industry where it’s also normalised, it’s 100% natural to lean into it. When I drink on tour, it’s certainly less often than artists, but it’s just a social celebration thing and it’s kind of expected to a degree. In my opinion, and from what I’ve seen of him going on tour, he doesn’t have a problem nor loses any professionalism on or off the stage. He’s very serious about making these shows good and proving himself.

When I was backstage with him at one of these shows, he was in a green room that wasn’t too far from my office. He is so LOUD and hearing his giggle and talking shit was so wild hahaha. I could smell cigarettes, and heard him and his band/crew do a shot before the show, but apart from that I think maybe they had one or two beers in the late arvo together. I don’t clean/service green rooms so I can’t tell you 100% how much they drank, but it was pretty lowkey. I also don’t think he gets stoned before going on stage (I would’ve smelt it). I think it’s purely an after show fun time which also helps him sleep from jet lag/adrenaline etc. like I mentioned earlier.

He eats well, and while not as healthy as H, still filling food and has an appetite (im talking during the day, not the wild amount of munchies he orders post show), so he’s not letting alcohol/nicotine curb his appetite to that point. He did have bottle service at his hotel on a couple of those nights, too. But again, the bigger indulgence seems to be post show. He’s overall still healthy.

From what we’ve seen, it would be very easy to spot if he was going too far. He’s 100% in control and uses it as a small crutch like a lot of us do due to the intense stress of our jobs. Tbh he also just likes a drink and a joint or two and there’s no reason to worry. Hell, I like a drink or a joint or two and im good at my job, know when to stop, and uphold my professionalism to a high standard. There’s truly no reason to worry, he’s just louder about it than the other boys (I’ve heard that Niall gets on it just as much, but we don’t see it).

Now, it may seem like im making excuses for the industry or for Louis or whatever, but truly, it kinda is what it is. There has been a small but significant shift in the industry around drinking and drug use though, and how it affects mental health, which is great. In Australia, we have a resource called “Support Act” which is an organisation that now has a 24/7 wellbeing hotline for artists, industry folks, and crew, and while it has been around since 1997, it is obviously far bigger and more accessible now due to technology etc., and has great resources. The UK similarly has “Music Minds Matter”, and there are multiple around the US. So there is definitely a larger awareness on the toll touring and an industry career can take on you, and I have no doubt that Louis is aware of his limits and has supportive and wonderful people around him.

Wow okay this turned into a whole other thing. Sorry!!! Hahaha. Look, in short, he drinks nowhere near as much as other artists I’ve worked with (8 bottles of top shelf whiskey in one night thanks) and unless we see any cause for concern, im sure he’s okay, 100% in control, and just living his best life as a 32 yr old successful rockstar. Try not to worry!

[miahxrrington-blog]

I miss, you

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steve Harrington x henderson reader

warnings- angst (and un prof read work promise I’ll do it later I’m just really tired

also feel free to leave feed back this is my first time writing anything like this and feed back would be great fully appreciated practice makes perfect!

summary: steve and reader had broken up they now have to fight these supernatural beings together what happens when dustin confronts steve while y/n’s in the car and asks him about how he basically threw himself at nancy

I had broken up with steve a month ago its not that i didn’t love him still. it’s more that i knew he didn’t love me. his heart belonged to someone else. and i was foolish to think that someone was me.

because how could steve harrington ever love me. when he still not over his first love. at first I thought it was in my head. but i see the way they look at each other. the stolen glances here and there. and who was i to deny him the person he truly wants to be with.

so i had to let him go. because i loved him. and he loved her. he always has and always will.

it was the spring of 86 and once again we had gotten sucked into fighting the supernatural once again.

we had just been in the shed that eddie was staying in when we started hearing sirens with confused glances towards each other we look outside and see a bunch of police cruisers. we quickly tell eddie to hide under the tarp while we go investigate.

we all get in steve’s car and I get into the front seat while robin and the kids sit in the back. dustin and max look shaken up.

“hey it’s gonna be okay.” I console them turning around to look at them.

once we get to the scene, we quickly recognize a familiar face. nance. what was she doing there? I wondered. she gives steve a little wave and nods at him.

which steve returns.

we all make our way to the trailer park in which most of these events have taken place. we all sit at a picnic table I take a seat by steve being as thats the only seat that was left. I smile at him and then return to the conversation at hand. it doesn’t have to be awkward.

right?

“so you’re saying this thing that killed fred and chrissy is from the upside down?” asks nancy

“if the shoe fits.” mentions steve

“our working theory is that he attacks with a spell or a curse. and whether or not he’s doing the bidding of the mindflayer or just love killing teens, we don’t know. ” dustin says trying his best to fill her in.

“all we know is that this is something different. something new” I mention.

“this doesn’t make any sense.” said a confused nancy

“it’s only a theory” reassures my brother

“no fred and chrissy don’t make sense. I mean why why them.” said nancy trying to figure out what the connection was.

“maybe they were just in the wrong place.” I answered

“they were both at the game”

“and near the trailer park” said dustin and max listing things on how this could all be related

“were at the trailer park. should we maybe not be here?” asks a concerned steve

“fred started acting weird the second we got here” said nancy

“acting weird as in??” asked robin

“scared, on edge, upset.”

“max said chrissy was upset too.” said my brother

“yea but not here. she was crying in the bathroom at school” adds max

“serial killers stalk there pray before they strike right? so maybe fred and chrissy say this vecman ” asks robin

“vecna” corrects my brother.

“i dont know about you guys but if I saw some freaky wizard monster, I would mention it to someone.” says steve I nodded agreeing with him

“maybe they did. I saw chrissy leaving ms. kelly’s office. if you saw a monster you wouldn’t go to the police they’d never believe you. but you might go to your.”

“your shrink” I said finishing max’s sentence

once we were all done talking we headed to steve’s car. nancy clearly taking a different direction. i started opening the car door when i heard a

concerned steve yell over at nance

“whoa. whoa, nance, nance! where you going.” he asks. ouch. i try not to let this affect me. I mean isn’t this what I wanted. and more importantly what he wanted. I ignore the pain in my chest.

“something I wanna check on first” she answers

“something you wanna share with us?” asks my brother

“I mean yea I thought we were all in this together.” I say

“I don’t wanna waste your time, it’s a real shot in the dark.”

“yea, okay are you out of your mind? flying solo with this vecna creep on the loose no it’s too dangerous, you need, you need some to” steve tried to think of something

robin stares at me and clearly sees my discomfort.

steve then tosses his keys to robin.

“here. I’ll stick with nance, you guys take the car, check out the shrink.” if only he was that persistent when we broke up. I thought rolling my eyes at his behavior.

“I don’t think u want me driving your car” says robin

“why?” asks steve

“I don’t have my license.”

“why don’t you have a liscense”

“because im poor.”

“I can drive” says max

“no, no, no never again. please. anybody but you no.” said steve persistently

“alright just give the keys to henderson.” my brother raises his eyebrows and reachers for the keys.

“no obviously not you dipshit your sister”

“I mean yea I could drive but I don’t necessarily have my license either. are you sure you want to trust me with your car?”

“you’ve driven my car plenty of times I trust you.” said steve reminiscing those times he would teach you how to drive when you were first considering getting your license.

robin then stares at me obviously noticing I didn’t want him to leave with her. robin didnt really understand steve and how so clearly he could’ve chosen you the girl he loves but he keeps doing stupid shit like this.

“alright this is stupid.” said robin grabbing dustins walkie to insure we have communication she smiles and winks at me.

“us ladies will stick together. unless you think we need you to protect us.” I snort which then causes steve to glare at me they both make there ways to nancys station wagon.

my heart aches.

“be careful.” steve yells

ouch. see I was okay with them being together but them rubbing it in my face like this hurt. and maybe it wasn’t intentional all I knew is I never wanted to see this again.

“your just gonna stand there and gawk harrington.” noticing the same thing i noticed

“shut up.” answers steve

I enter the front steve of the car while dustin and max head for the back. I roll my eyes.

“why don’t we go okay?”

“shut up and get in the car and wipe your feet.”

“on the outside not the inside.” says steve in a disappointed mom tone I laugh

steve eventually get in the car.

“always the babysitter. always goddamn babysitter!” he hits the steering wheel.

we arrive at ms. kellys house and we watch from the car as she goes inside

“okay. she’s in”

“we can see that. im missing collarbones not my eyes.”

“so…. dustin continues. we gonna talk about it?”

“im sorry talk about what?” asks steve

“your temporary insanity earlier today when you basically threw yourself at nance.”

i snort.

“that’s not what happened.” steve mutters

“pretty sure that’s what happened it was pretty public. there were a lot of witnesses including my sister.”

“don’t bring me into this.” I say

“are you implying I have a thing for nance?” asked steve

“no im not implying. im stating as it relates to your steadfast refusal to get back together with my sister it’s pretty much the only logical explanation.”

“no way your the one putting these ideas in your sisters head henderson? that im still into fucking nancy”

“I don’t know steve you tell me”

“why are we talking about this situation as if I’m not here.” You mention

“no because you and your brother seem have this stupid idea that im still in love with nancy when so clearly the only person i care for is u.”

“steve can we not do this while my brothers in the car. please.” you pleaded tears threatening to fall out of my eyes

“alright so get out and cover your ears henderson. the adults need to speak ” he rolled his eyes looking out the window

“steve i promise we’ll speak later can we just focus on max.” I asked he nodded and we continued on our journey.

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later in the day we made to nancys house we all had to keep an eye on max after everything we had just found out.

once all the kids were sleeping and only me and steve were awake he dragged me to the bathroom and locked the door.

“ we’re talking and I swear to god if henderson is putting ideas into your head that I’m in love with nancy-“

“steve it’s not dustin it’s everyone, we all notice the way you look at her you never look at me that. ever.”

“I don’t want to be in the middle of that you deserve better.”

“baby…..” steve whispers holding my face as he sees the tears I push him off.

“no steve i can’t keep dating someone who is still in love with someone else. I mean look crazy you got back at the trailer park”

“because she’s a friend and I care about her. I don’t see a future with her y/n I see it with you.”

“steve you can’t say things like that.”

“y/n im serious I see you being mrs. harrington one day and carrying my babies. I don’t see that with nancy I see it with you. and im tired of fighting because I miss you. and im sorry if I haven’t been verbal about how much you mean to me y/n but your my entire world..” I stare at him letting him console my cheek while starring into my eyes

“not nancy. you henderson. and I’d kill my self before I’d ever let anything happen to you.”

“im sorry…”

“it’s okay baby it’s, okay just come here.” he says pulling me in for a hug.

[autismnation]

hobie x black!gn reader

hurt/comfort + fluff + established relationship + 2nd person pov + gender neutral reader (no pronouns, called cute + gorgeous by hobie)

this is not beta read so sorry for any mistakes @hobiesrockstargf

also i’m not black so if anything’s wrong please correct me! based on this:

You felt awful.

Really, really awful. Ashamed and upset and a little bit annoyed too, you had to admit. You tried to hold in the tears until you had some privacy but you’d started crying almost as soon as you left work.

You had this habit of playing with your hair, especially when it was in your natural afro. You were always detangling it when your hands were free; it was your way to focus and relax. It had always been a positive thing — up until about half an hour ago.

Your co-worker had rather rudely revealed to you that you had mini patches around your hairline because of this. And you always tried to find the good in people and you tried to believe that they hadn’t mean to be mean, but this particular co-worker was an asshole.

So, there was no surprise shameful tears were streaming down your face. Really, at that moment, you just wanted your boyfriend and his comforting embrace.

You knew Hobie was in from the almost deafening sound of guitar. Shoving the door shut behind you, you didn’t even bother to lock it before rushing up the stairs and into his room.

He barely got chance to place his guitar down before you launched yourself into his arms. You buried your face into his neck and cried and cried. And cried a lot more.

Hobie hugged you for as long as you needed, his strong arms keeping you close as he rubbed soft circles on your back. When you finally pulled away, he wiped some of your tears away with the pads of his thumbs and tipped his head to the side, “You gonna tell me what’s up, love?”

Wiping some snot from your face, you nodded. And then you told him. You told him about how wonderful your day had been so far and how utterly awful it had suddenly become. And you told him about your embarrassment even though you recognised that you shouldn’t be embarrassed because if, like you suspected, had autism, you couldn’t help it.

Hobie listened the entire time you sat on his lap and vented your feelings, nodding occasionally and still rubbing those comforting circles on your back.

When you finished your rant, Hobie leaned his forehead against yours and said, “It’s alright. It don’t matter, love, you’re gorgeous.”

“But—“

He stopped your words with a quick peck to your lips, “No buts. I’ll help ya stop if you want, but there’s nothin’ wrong with it. And these—“ He pointed to your patches— “are as cute as you.”

A soft smile made its way onto your features. You pulled Hobie into a hug again, sniffling a little, “Thanks so much.”

“Not a problem, love.” Hobie replied. “And if that co-worker carries on, I’ll have a quick chat with him and sort ‘em out.” Then, he muttered something under his breath.

You pulled back, frowning at him, “What was that?”

“Nothin’.” He shrugged, “I didn’t say anythin’.”

Your frown deepened, “I swear you said—“

“When no one’s watching,” Hobie quickly came clean, a wry smile on his face.

You lightly slapped his chest, “Hobie, do not hurt someone!” You scowled although the thought of him doing that for you made you smile a bit.

“I won’t, I won’t.” He responded, pulling you close to him and leaning your head on his chest. Your hands went up to your hair as you started to detangle your afro again. It was quiet for a few seconds until Hobie spoke up again in a low whisper, “I’ll do it when no one’s watchin’.”

[archduchessofnowhere]

What the tea on Maria Carolina? You said in one of your posts: “Maria Carolina truthers know she's the most interesting daughter and the one there should be hundreds of books and movies about, but the general audiences haven't seen the light yet.” I’m intrigued

Hi! Sorry it took me so long; I was reading a book about the Bourbons in Naples and I wanted to finish it to be able to give a more complete answer… but it ended up taking me MONTHS to be done with it.

This answer was a bit difficult to put together because Maria Carolina’s life was very eventful, so I’ll just mention some facts about her life, focusing more on the Napoleonic era and Napoleon specifically because I think you’ll be more interested in that. Also please feel free to correct me If I got something wrong, since this is a time period I’ve only started to learn about recently. So what was the tea?

Born in 1752 Maria Carolina was the thirteenth child of Empress Maria Theresia and Franz I, Holy Roman Emperor. As part of her mother’s policies of rapprochement to the Bourbons, she and her siblings were engaged to different members of the houses of Spain, France, Parma and Naples. Maria Carolina was promised to the Dauphin of France, but when her elder sister, promised to the King of Naples, died of smallpox, she took her place.

Ferdinando of Naples had been a child king, and he remained so for the rest of his life. His only diversions were hunting and pulling pranks on his courtiers, and he had a terrible reputation across the courts of Europe as an uneducated, bad mannered, spoiled man, kept in ignorance by his Ministers so they could control him. Everyone pitied the young Archduchess’ fate, her mother Maria Theresia wrote around the time of Maria Carolina’s wedding that she “trembled in fear for her”. But duty came first, and so she went to Naples, aged only sixteen.

Maria Carolina did not had it easy at first. She was terribly homesick and found herself in a court that could not have been more different to the one she grew up in. When her sister Maria Antonia married the Dauphin of France, she wrote to her former aya:

When I imagine that her fate will perhaps be the same as mine, I want to write volumes to her on the subject, and I very much hope that she has someone like me [to advise her] at the beginning. If not, to be frank, she may succumb to despair. One suffers real martyrdom, which is all the greater because one must pretend outwardly to be happy. I know what it is like, and I pity those who have yet to face it… I would rather die than endure again what I went through at the beginning. Now all is well, which is why I can say��and this is no exaggeration—that if my faith had not told me, ‘Set your mind on God,’ I would have killed myself.

Unsurprisingly Maria Carolina didn’t fall head over heels for her husband, but she did convince him that she had, and eventually won his affection. After she bore a son in 1775 she earned a seat in the State Council (as her marriage contract established), and from that point onward she became an active player in Neapolitan politics. One of her firsts moves was to remove the Secretary of State, Marchese Tanucci, who had been Regent during her husband’s minority and still held a huge influence over him.

After Tanucci’s dismissal she became the person with the most influence over Ferdinando, and she pretty much had him wrapped around her finger for most of their marriage, acting as the de facto ruler of Naples. Every decision the king took was only after consulting his wife, and she often had the final say. However, this didn’t meant Maria Carolina held absolute power: Ferdinando was still a very unpredictable person, and as soon as his wife was out of his favor he stopped listening to her.

Maria Carolina was enthusiastic about the ideas of the Enlightenment, as many other royals were at first, and even protected and encouraged the Masons in Naples during her early years as queen. But she was still the consort of an absolute monarch that believed they were chosen by God to rule, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise that she was horrified by the French Revolution and fervently opposed it. If it were for her, she would've declared war on France immediately, but this was not possible. On the execution of her brother-in-law Louis XVI she wrote:

Knowing your upright mind, I can imagine your emotion on hearing of the appalling crime perpetrated against the unfortunate King of France in all solemnity, tranquillity and illegality (…) He was the head of our family, our kinsman, cousin and brother-in-law. What an atrocious example! What an execrable nation! I know nothing about the other wretched victims in the Temple. If sorrow does not kill them, other horrors may be expected from this horde of assassins. I hope that the ashes of this good Prince, of this too good Prince who has suffered shame and infamy for four years culminating in execution, will implore a striking and visible vengeance from divine Justice, and that on this account the Powers of Europe will have no more than a single united will, since it is a matter in which they are all involved.

She was growing increasingly anxious about her sister, Queen Marie Antoinette, and her hatred for France became an obsession:

I hear horrible details from that infernal Paris. At every moment, at every noise and cry, every time they enter her room, my unfortunate sister kneels, prays and prepares for death. The inhuman brutes that surround her amuse themselves in this manner: day and night they bellow on purpose to terrorize her and make her fear death a thousand times. Death is what one may wish for the poor soul, and it is what I pray God to send her that she may cease to suffer. . . . I should like this infamous nation to be cut to pieces, annihilated, dishonoured, reduced to nothing for at least fifty years. I hope that divine chastisement will fall visibly on France, destroyed by the glorious arms of Austria.

At this point she had lost all hopes of her being rescued, and wished her “a natural death as the best thing that could happen to her”. But even though she had been waiting for it, the news of Marie Antoinette’s execution still shocked her. She wept and prayed with her children for “her wretched sister”.

Naples fell into a social crisis during these years, paranoia, fear and suspicion of the revolution in every corner. There was an active persecution of everyone thought to be a “jacobin”, arrests, trials and executions. But the country couldn’t wage war against France, and eventually they had to sign a peace treaty, which the Queen disapproved: “I am not and never shall be on good terms with the French… I shall always regard them as the murderers of my sister and the royal family”.

It was also during this time that the star of a certain Bonaparte started to rise, and Maria Carolina followed his career with interest and admiration. Before the treaty of Campo Fornio in October 17, 1797, she wrote about Napoleon:

I admire him, and my sole regret is that he serves so detestable cause. I should like the fall of the Republic, but the preservation of Bonaparte. For he is really a great man; and when one can only see ministries and sovereigns with petty and narrow views, one is all the more pleased and astonished to watch such a man rise and increase in power, while deploring that his grandeur is attached to so infernal a cause. This may seem strange to you. But while I loathe his operations, I admire the man. I hope that his plans will miscarry and his enterprises fail; at the same time I wish for his personal happiness and glory so long as it is not at our expense… If he dies they should reduce him to powder and give a dose of it to each ruling sovereign, and two to each of their ministers, then things would go better.

Soon she would have less nicer things to say about Naps, but she never lost that original admiration and astonishment.

In 1798 Ferdinando, encouraged by his wife and the British, led a expedition in December to try to expel the French from Rome. Not only the Neapolitan troops weren’t prepared to defeat the French Army, they were also technically still at peace with France, so this wasn’t a good move at all, and only two days after entering Rome Ferdinando had to retreat. Expectedly, Napoleon’s reaction to such a break of peace was marching over Naples. The royal family had to flee to Sicily, a tragic journey in which Maria Carolina’s six-years-old son Alberto died after a series of convulsions.

This ask is already too long to unpack all the political mess around the short-lived Parthenopean Republic, so to summ it up: it didn’t work out, and by 1799 the Bourbons were back in power. They were unforgiving of the republicans: during the following months there were thousands of arrest and hundreds of executions and deportations. Maria Carolina felt no mercy for them: “Death for the ringleaders, deportation for the rest... Our country must be purged of this infection”.

The Queen returned to Naples in August 1802, after more than three years of absence. She had never been a liked queen, but her unpopularity reached a new low since she was blamed for all the misfortunes of the last years. Having lost the influence she had on her husband, who held her responsible for the Rome expedition fiasco, she meddled a little less in politics now, dedicating mainly to her children and grandchildren, particularly to her unmarried daughters.

Speaking of her children, she had seventeen (!!!) but she would outlive fourteen of them. Part of her masterplan for them was to marry them all to her Habsburg nephews and nieces, and in many cases she succeeded. Just to name one exemple her eldest daughter Maria Theresa married Emperor Franz II/I of Austria. Maria Carolina’s relationship with this son-in-law ended up being a bit tense, since Franz found her mostly meddlesome and never aligned with her plans. On top of that, she was quite hurt when Franz remarried only months after her daughter’s death; after he announced his engagement she stopped adressing him as her son and resorted only to “Your Majesty” instead.

In 1804 Napoleon became Emperor, and we have a letter she wrote to Minister Gallo on this. Buckle up because whatever you imagine her reaction was, you aren’t ready for it:

It was not worth the trouble to condemn and slaughter the best of kings [Louis XVI], dishonour and revile a woman, a daughter of Maria Theresa, a holy princess [Marie Antoinette], to wallow in massacres, shootings, drownings, and kill six hundred prelates in a church, perpetrating horrors of the most barbarous ages at home and abroad, writing whole libraries on liberty, happiness, etc., and at the end of fourteen years become the abject slaves of a little Corsican whom an incredible fortune enabled to exploit all means to succeed, marrying without honour or decency the cast-off strumpet of whom the murderer Barras was surfeited, Turkish or Mohammedan in Egypt, atheist at the start, dragging the Pope after him and letting him die in prison, a devout Catholic after that, practising every deceit, shortening the lives and normal careers of sovereigns who might assert themselves, only allowing the dummies to vegetate, then atrociously, without a shadow of justice, assassinating the Duc d'Enghien, plotting himself (and he did not blush to admit it, so blinded is he by passion) a conspiracy to victimize the rulers he still feared, and on top of all these abominations he is acclaimed as Emperor: he and his race of Corsican bastards are to dominate almost half Europe, yet every thinking person is not revolted. Far from it, their egoism and weakness are such that they study how low they can prostrate themselves before the new idol… Send me word of the august Emperor’s intentions regarding Italy: whether he will deign to accept us as his slaves or will leave us in our obscurity… Tell me what the other Powers are saying. I imagine a Gloria in Excelsis Demonio will be the general refrain…

She took it pretty well right?

The future of the Bourbons of Naples once again seemed bleak, and this time Maria Carolina resorted to directly appealing to Napoleon. This was the beginning of a very passive-agressive epistolary relationship, both of them trying to be civil but still borderline insulting each other. I honestly find this funny, because you have Maria Carolina swearing to Napoleon that she had nothing against him or France and then she would write this to one of her ministers: “You will never imagine the rage and despair which the extremely insolent screed of the scoundrelly but too lucky Corsican has caused me.”

Despite the passive-agressiveness, when Napoleon was looking for a princess bride for his stepson Eugène he actually considered one of Maria Carolina’s daughters, Maria Amelia, as a possible candidate. But when the Minister of Foreign Affairs Gallo told Maria Carolina of Napoleon’s inquiries about her daughter she was so utterly horrified at the idea of marrying into the Corsican’s family that the project was immediately dropped (eventually Maria Amelia would go on to marry the Duke of Orléans, later King Louis Philippe I, and became the last queen of the French).

After Austerlitz Napoleon pretty much had all of Europe eating from his hand, and the Neapolitan sovereigns felt abandoned by every other power. Maria Carolina tried one last futil attempt to plead to Napoleon, but he had already decided to take Naples. The King was the first to Sicily flee this time, the Queen stayed behind and tried to organize a resistance, but eventually she realized there was nothing they could and also fled with her daughters. Before sailing she wrote to her daughter Empress Maria Theresa of Austria: “I fear we shall never see Naples again”. She was right.

The royal couple spent their second exile the same way they spent their first: Ferdinando living his best life enjoying the freedom he had in Sicily and Maria Carolina being utterly miserable. Her health worsened and she often was in pain, but recovering Naples from the Bonapartes became her obsession. She was the leading force behind every attempt to get the kingdom back, but soon she started to crash with their only allies left, the British. They wanted to keep the Bourbons in Sicily, getting back Naples was not a priority for them.

So remember Maria Carolina’s her reaction when Napoleon suggested to marry her daughter to Eugène? Well she didn’t took her granddaughter’s marriage to Napoleon himself any better: “Only this calamity was held in reserve. To become the Devil’s grandmother”.

But at the end, the final boss in Maria Carolina’s life wasn’t Napoleon, but the British. The Queen was too meddlesome and hindered their plans, and made a personal enemy of the British representative Lord Bentinck. Maria Carolina was accused of conspiring and being a threat to Sicily, and eventually the King was forced by the British to send her away. Exiled in exile, having nowhere else to go, she returned to Vienna in an eight-months-journey. While her son-in-law had no desire to receive her, he couldn’t turned her away either. She got in a better mood once she was once back at her childhood home, spending time with her Austrian grandchildren. It was there that she heard of the French defeats and Napoleon’s abdication.

Even though Maria Carolina made her hatred of Napoleon her personality for fifteen years she felt sympathetic towards him after he was defeated, reproached Marie Louise for not going to Elba with her husband, and told her that if she wasn’t allowed to reunite with him she should tie her bed-sheets to her window and escape, because marriage was for life. She also showed a lot of interest in her great-grandson, little Napoleon II, whom she called “mon petit monsieur”; in a letter to Marie Louise she described him as “very charming, quiet and well behaved” and told her that “may God give you in him every consolation a mother can receive.”

Maria Carolina was not to see the Bourbons restored in Naples. She died of a stroke in September 8, 1814, aged sixty-two-years old. At the time of her death Murat was still King of Naples, and the allies were happy to leave Ferdinando in Sicily. She was buried in the Capuchin Crypt, her death being only a small incident in the Congress of Vienna’s dance.

Overall, I personally find Maria Carolina the most fascinating because of everything she represented: she was a healthy daughter of the ancien régime that saw how the world as she knew it crumbled down and changed forever, to the point that by the time of her death she, the last surviving child of Maria Theresia, was a living relique (and she wasn’t even that old - a testament of how fast everything had changed). And she didn't got there sitting by idly: she fought against this new world every step of the way, made it out alive, but lost the battle still. And I don't know about you, but to me this is just a more interesting story to tell than Unoriginal Marie Antoinette Adaptation Number 7383.

Sources:

Acton, Harold (1998). The Bourbons of Naples (1734-1825)

Castelot, André (1974). King of Rome; a biography of Napoleon's tragic son

Stollberg-Rilinger, Barbara (2020). Maria Theresa: The Habsburg Empress in her Time

[twilightmalachite]

Sora Harukawa - Your Color

Author: Akira

Characters: Sora, Yuuta

Translator: Mika Enstars

"Hey, Harukawa-kun. So my color is the same as Aniki’s?"

Season: Spring

Location:Garden Terrace

Yuuta: ……

Sora: Hina-cha~n? What’s up? Hina-chan’s color looks glum~!

HaHa~, Sora is full of energy! ♪

Yuuta: Oh… Umm, Harukawa-kun. W-What are you here for?

Sora: Sora’s here for nutritional intake! Since it's a dining hall! HiHi~, isn’t Hina-chan here for the same?

Yuuta: Errmm… By “Hina-chan”, I assume you mean my Aniki?

Since the other day, Aniki bragged about making a friend with a kid from my class.

Sora: HuHu~♪ Correct, Sora and Hina-chan have become BFFs!

Yuuta: BFFs, huh… You have a peculiar way of speaking, just like all the other kids in our class.

But, Harukawa-kun, I’m not “Hina-chan”.

Sora: Hm~? But, the color is the same! This is hard~.

Sorry, did Sora mistake for the wrong person?

Sora: Sora’s not good with complicated things! Can it be explained in an easy to understand way, like Shisho~ does?

Yuuta: No, I can’t blame you for not being able to tell us apart. We’re twins.

Sora: Twins? Like a twin-humped camel?

They have a lot of water stored in the humps~, Senpai taught Sora a lot of useless trivia like that! ♪

Sora: Thanks to Shisho~ and Senpai, Sora doesn’t feel suffocated even at ground level! HeHe~♪

Yuuta: Umm, this is barely a conversation…

Anyways, did you have something to do with Aniki, Harukawa-kun? I can pass on a message to him if you need, I see him a lot since we’re brothers and all.

Sora: Brothers? So twins are siblings? Sora learned something new again!

Thanks! Sora is grateful to be taught something by…! Umm…?

Yuuta: Ahh, I’m Yuuta. We’re in the same class, so you should try to remember my name.

Sora: Yes! Once Sora learns, he never forgets! ♪

Yuuta: Alright, let’s get along, then. Would you like to join me for lunch?

Sora: HoHo~♪ Let’s do that, sharing a table with another makes it all the happier~! ♪

Yuuta: You’re right. Here, sit down then. Have you bought your food ticket yet?

Sora: Nope! But, Sora has plenty of food tickets from before when the food vending machine malfunctioned! So he can eat as much as he wants, for free everyday!

Yuuta: No, you should pay for your food. I feel like you’re missing a lot of common sense here and there…

Sora: Sora’s told that often! Sora doesn’t have money with him right now, so he’ll pay for all of it later, okay?

Money has a murky color, so he’s not really good with it~! ♪

Yuuta: Color…? Oh right, don’t you discern things like sound and smell as colors, Harukawa-kun?

I think I remember Aniki mentioning something like that. What’s that like for you?

Sora: Hmm~? Sora’s asked that a lot, but he doesn’t know how to explain~. Sora doesn’t know how everyone else sees the world either.

Yuuta: Ohh… That makes sense, I understand.

I’m also asked things like “what’s it like to have a twin?” and “what’s it like to have someone with the same face as you?” all the time, but I never know how to answer.

Sora: Is that so~? But, explaining the unexplainable is possible through song~! And so Sora sings, HaHiHuHeHo~…♪

Yuuta: D-Don’t go doing anything too outlandish…

Hmm… Given you seem to do whatever you want with no consideration to anyone around you, I can see why you and Aniki get along so well.

Sora: Is that so? Hina-chan is always considerate to his surroundings, though~. He has that color!

Yuuta: Yeah, no, I can’t understand explanations through color.

Umm… Harukawa-kun, don’t worry about ordering yourself food. Actually, could you help me finish this instead?

Sora: This one? Or that one?

Yuuta: This one, this one. I’m a big eater, so I’m always eating a lot, y’know, but…

Then the lunch man gave me a dessert as a thank you for always enjoying their food.

I got some leftover cake as a freebie, I guess.

I’m really not good with sweets, though… But it was given to me so kindly, so I don’t want it to go uneaten.

I’ve been doing my best fighting at it, but… I don’t think I can finish it. So if you can help me out with that, that’d be great.

Are you alright with sweet things, Harukawa-kun?

Sora: Yes! Sweets are the color of happiness! ♪

Yuuta: Gotcha. Then here, eat up! ♪

Sora: Thanks for the food! Sora says that before he eats! Chomp chomp ♪

Yuuta: Ahaha, I feel like I’m feeding a small animal… You really do do well with sweets, huh, Harukawa-kun~.

Then I’m sure you’ll get along just fine with Aniki. That guy has a sweet tooth.

Sora: Hm~? Then why is it that Hina-chan’s always giving Sora his sweets?

His color didn’t really seem like he “liked” them~? That’s why Sora thought he was unloading them onto Sora. This is complicated~. Chomp chomp ♪

Yuuta: …Is that so. Seems I was right.

Hey, Harukawa-kun. So my color is the same as Aniki’s?

Sora: It’s the same! That’s why Sora saw wrong earlier! Sorry! ♪

If he looks closely, it’s painted a bit differently, though~? Yours is watercolor, and Hina-chan’s is oil paint!

The end result is of the same color, but the process is different~! Does the explanation make sense?

Yuuta: Not really. But if we still have the same color, then… I have mixed feelings about it, but it’s kind of a relief.

Sora: ? Sounds complicated…

Yuuta: You’re right, it is complicated. That’s how family issues are.

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[poisonioushearts]

Not really used to making these things, but tell me if anything is wrong so I can correct the request :》

So, I wanted to request something a bit specific for our favourite (or at least, my favourite) Dislyte evil man, Yamato.

Reader is from the Union, but agrees to join the Twilight Order per Yamato's request, in exchange for Yuuhime's freedom, basically agreeing to follow his orders without mind controlling. He did this so he could show others how he could corrupt a rightious person into doing evil things without the music box, but maybe he starts to like the powerful esper a bit more and even starts to worry about her feelings and tend to her when she gets hurt?

Sorry for the long request, the brainrot is very strong. Feel free to ignore this if you want! Love your content, keep doing what you do! 🩵

Thank you for the request! Hope it temperarly solves your Yamato hunger 🍽️

(hope this makes up for the Arcana slander lmao)

And I hope this is up to par. I finished it during my shift at work so it may seemed rushed.

@seasidesketches

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: not proofread, probably some grammatical errors, slight language, blood, ✨manipulation attempts✨

Synopsis/tags: esper reader, not implied what god/being reader has powers of, reader has a sword and cataclyst, some cliche moments...but I'm a sucker for some cliches

Failed Manipulation

Okay so you know that one audio? That goes something like: "I hate that man, i hate that man But oh, cara mia how i love this man"

Literally you towards him okay?

So we sorta got an enemies to lovers situation but the enemy part is toned down.

You and Yuuhime were pretty close, and knowing for the longest time that she was being controlled by her own brother infuriated you.

You didn't know what to do. Until an idea hit you- what if you just...took her place?

You wouldn't tell her because you knew she would protest this fact.

So, one day after your duties for the Union had been completed for the day you got the coordinates to the Twilight Order base and left.

You weren't able to enter the building because the guards at the front wouldn't let you in. No matter how many times you said you needed to speak with their boss about an important matter.

Then, speak of the devil and he shall appear...

Letting out a groan of frustration you clenched your fists trying to control your withering composure.

"I have a matter to speak about to your boss. An important one-"

"Yes you told us that a thousand times. You need to make an appointment if you wish to speak with the Leader of the Twilight Order you have to make an appointment."

"I understand that which is why I did make one. It's supposed to be happening right now but you won't let me in!"

"Then show me the papers."

"I told you, the printer broke, and I didn't want to be late."

The guard snickered, "Yeah, and let me guess, you're an esper from the Union too?"

You opened your mouth to the infuriating guard when you saw a figure behind the guard. Said guard breathed in relief.

"Do we have a problem here?" The man asked, seemingly to resemble someone you know but you couldn't put a finger on it.

"This [lady/man/person/etc.] wishes to enter. Claims they have an appointment with you but doesn't have the proof."

Oh.

That's him? Shit you didn't expect him to be attractive-

He looked at you and gave an eerie smile before looking at the guard. "It's quite rude to decline entry to one of my guests."

The guard stiffened, "But they didn't have the papers-"

"tut tut." He shook his head. "Not only did you deny entry to my guest but you also mocked them? An esper of the Union?" If you didn't know any better, you'd say he was enunciating those last words.

"I thought they were lying!"

He sighed, "Meet me in my office later." He turned to you, "Let's go to my office, yes? I assume it must be urgent if you made the appointment on the same day you arrived."

You nodded, holding your tongue. After getting over the initial shock of him being... attractive you will admit...you felt your anger and rage begin to bubble again.

Entering the office he took a seat and when he waved his hand to the one across from his desk you hesitated before sitting down.

"Now, I already have a guess on what you are here for. You want my sister to have her freedom correct?"

You nodded, giving in to the obvious question, "How'd you know?"

"I've noticed the progression of your friendship with her. After you made an appointment I made an educated guess on what it had to be."

You narrowed your eyes, "The catch?"

He smiled, "I'll set Yuuhime free and you work for me here at the Twilight Order. You will need to my orders, and all without the music box."

Oh. What? I mean, it's not a bad exchange or request. You just didn't expect one to be made so soon.

Hiding your surprise you nodded, an afterthought coming to mind. "And the Union?"

He clasped his hands together, "I've already talked with one of the leads. They agreed as long as you do, that it would be alright for you to transfer here."

"Alright then. I'll work for you."

AND SO IT BEGAN *evil laughter*

The first few times he'd tell you to do something, you wanted to snap back at him. Why couldn't he get his own water? Why did you have to be the one to fetch this or that? Why'd he replace he others members on trips with you?

A week or two later, one particular mission he was on with you, you were both at an unfamiliar town and attended a restaurant suspected of preforming experiments on their consumers. Putting the formulas inside the food or drinks.

The only good part was the place was not popular at all, but there were still many that went missing.

The goal was to stop it from happening. The task was meant for the Union, but somehow, he got his hands on it. Part of the reason he had it was because he wanted to see you in action.

Yamato had got up to go to the bathroom, which was his alibi because he was actually going to go sneak around, you were sitting at the bar just sipping on your drink. You were meant to be the look out and message Yamato if anything suspicious happened in his absence.

Someone had the audacity to take Yamato's seat beside you and start talking to you. Even offered you a drink. They just couldn't take no for an answer.

As they raised their arm to touch you, you were about to slap them across their face or push them away when their hand stopped midway because it was grabbed.

You eyes trailed up to the person who did it, and it was none other than Yamato.

"Now, now," he smiled, but it wasn't friendly in the least bit, "I suggest you get away from my darling~." You felt your cheeks heat up involuntary. Did he just call you darling? His darling? He put a protective arm around your shoulders, "Unless of course you want this to get rather ugly. I guarantee if you try to lay a hand on my significant other, we both won't show mercy." His eyes darkened. The person mumbled an apology before quickly scrambling away.

Yamato relaxed and sat down, "My apologies for the consented touch." He ran his gloved hand through his hair, "Are you alright?"

"Y-yeah..." You swallowed, suddenly nervous. Why though? "Why did you call me 'my darling'?" You mustered the courage to ask.

"I'm afraid I don't know what your talking about."

"You called me your significant other." You added.

He smiled, "I only called you by your name. But if you think you heard me call you-"

"Did you find anything?" You interrupted. Perhaps you heard wrong? No. Wait- Gah.

"To answer your question, yes, yes I did find something. However, we can't expose them. They seem to have ways of getting away with it as before." He leaned closer to you, "So we have to set this place aflame."

Eyes widening largely you gasped before shaking your head, "There are still customers here." You hissed, "Why can't we get the Union involved?"

"They won't take the proper precautions." He said, "They won't get here in time. They won't do what's right." He sighed, "Remember that research I had you do? That place isn't as reliable as it seems."

You mind flashed back to the documents and sites that said the Union wasn't as trustworthy as it seemed. You doubted that. You worked there-there was no way it would be that, that, unreliable.

But as the words flashed in your mind the doubt began to increase, no matter how hard you tried to push it away.

Yamato saw the confliction in your eyes and he smiled to himself. The corruption was slowly beginning. He lifted your hand that rested on your lap and put a small object in your palm, closing your fingers with his own.

You shivered slightly at the current that spread through your body at his touch, but you ignored it and watched as he stood from the seat with a smile.

"Don't worry." He purred, "These unsuspecting customers will evacuate."

As if on cue, someone burst through the door. You didn't remember their name, but you knew they worked at the Twilight Order.

Out of breath they huffed, "There's miramon coming this way!" They shouted, and instantly the few people in the restaurant scrambled to reach the exit. Chairs screeched and slammed on the floor as people rushed towards the exit.

The person looked at Yamato and nodded before leaving.

"Come, [Name]." Yamato gestured you to follow and you did so.

"There is no miramon, is there?" You asked, knowing the answer.

"My, you are smart." He didn't say anything else, instead, walked calmly towards the edge of the town, people scattering away from the restaurant. You finally opened your hand to see the object was a gray stick about the size of your thumb, a bright red button on the top.

"What...?"

"Press it." He stood behind you and leaned closer until his breath hit your neck, "Press it."

"But-there's still people in the way! They could get hurt! And the evidence of experiments-"

"And all their hard work it going to disappear. All of it. No one will die. Rather a few get injured than more turn into something else unknowingly. You don't want to do that do you? Do you want to let people turn into creatures against their will? There are people that have died because of these experiments, but you can stop it."

Your mind whirled. You never really liked violence, but this would help. This would help many people. People may get injured if you do it but if you don't more will. The Union won't help. Not with this. Yamato said that they couldn't help so they must be right. Your mind felt cloudy and your finger hovered over the button.

"Press it. Save them." You don't know who's voice it was. It could've been Yamato, it could've been your mind, but either way, you listened. You obeyed.

The bomb Yamato placed when he "went to the bathroom" went off. There was a loud boom that shook the ground and flames licked the old restaurant in seconds.

You did it.

A few more weeks later, on another mission together, he finally got to see how powerful you were.

He was not disappointed.

On the way back from a mission, there was an onslaught of miramon. Before he could even lift his own weapon, you had drawn your cataclyst, and moved quite quickly.

You saved his from getting even a single scratch.

You, however, weren't so lucky.

You had a deep gash on the side of your arm.

This was also the first time he used the music box.

Teeth clenched you walked beside Yamato, mission completed.

Your arm hurt a lot, but you didn't want to show it. Yamato didn't know you got injured, and you intended to keep it that way.

There was nothing either of you could do at the moment. So you just pressed on hand to the arm, and hoped that'd help for now.

He looked to you every now and then, and each time you'd move your body so he couldn't see the other side where the injury lay.

You thought you were being discreet, he did not.

He stopped walking, and you did the same, "Is something the matter?" You asked.

Swiftly he stepped in front of you, eyes instantly going to where the color had changed significantly.

He glared, and to your surprise, he gently removed your hand (despite some protest). "Why didn't you tell me you were hurt?" His eyes met yours, and you saw something in his eyes you couldn't quite name. He sighed, "Let me see." You didn't seem to have much of a choice, so you slipped off your jacket, revealing the gash. Blood dripped onto the ground at your feet. Gently he lifted your arm, and with wide eyes you watched as it began to heal.

So that's his esper ability.

"You need rest."

"So do you."

"I'm not the one that was bleeding out." He has managed to heal the injury enough so it wasn't bleeding, but he still took the jacket from your other hand and tied it around your injury. You winced but knew that pain was a guarantee when healing. "I'm going to carry you the rest of the way."

"Huh!?! No, I can walk-"

"That wasn't an offer. It was a demand."

"I said I can walk."

He truly wasn't a 100% thinking perfectly when his fingers brushed the music box.

A tune began to play in your ears. Rest. Then you collapsed, but he was there to catch you. He lifted you in his arms bridal style, letting your head rest against his shoulder.

It didn't fully dawn on him as he walked that he used the box for you, and not his own gain.

This was the beginning of him slowly caring, actually caring, for you- and letting go the idea of corrupting you.

Some things were...odd now.

The good odd, but still it made you suspicious.

Someone would bring you drinks and food while you work, and said work slowly became the less active kind and more simple paperwork.

Hell, Yamato even visited you and talked to you.

And you normally didn't go on your own whenever you had a mission.When you were assigned a partner- it was either Yamato or someone else he knew was strong and would protect you.

He told himself it was because he couldn't loose such a powerful pawn such as yourself, after all whether you knew it or not-your actions were beginning to be more... reckless. Less regret felt.

You didn't want to confront him on this because...well, you knew he'd deny it or something.

In fact, he was denying something.

For instance, his growing attraction to you. Suddenly he began to pay more and more attention to you, your appearance, your personality, like and dislikes.

You were starting to do the same. Instead of reluctantly getting him his coffee or cup of tea, you started to hum to yourself and feel more at peace with yourself.

You allowed yourself to call him attractive, handsome, pretty, etc. Allowed yourself to pay attention to him and figure out how to read his facial expressions that not many can figure out and distinguish.

More than once you had dinner together, for work he said, and you realized you were enjoying yourself and having fun.

You felt guilty because you were doing this for Yuuhime. Did she ever feel much joy around her brother after knowing what he did?

And yet, even after knowing all he's done, you can't hold your feelings stirring for him.

You even find yourself laughing and smiling whenever he crosses your mind.

A few monthes in you were walking across the plains for a mission. You got hurt. Predictable? Yes. Cliche? Yes. Old? Never.

A yelp escaped your lips as you ducked a large miramon's blade. Hair mangled and out of breath due to exhaustion you forced yourself to ready your sword once more, your catalyst being repaired back at base.

This was one of the few missions you carried out on your own.

After you had gathered the items Yamato asked for, you were about to go on your merry way when you were stopped by a wave of miramon.

Then another.

And another.

And another.

You were strong yes, but everyone has their limits. You were at yours a few minutes ago.

Rolling out of the way of another attack you managed to get a few of yours in. With a jump and a spin for momentum you brought your blade down finally killing it.

Or so you thought.

As you were gathering the things in your bag and putting the swords away, you felt a shape pain in your stomach area and gasped. Glancing down you saw the blade that cut through your body. It was quickly tore out and you collapsed to the ground with quick breathes in an attempt to catch some air.

Letting out a cry of pain you lifted your sword, using a nearby rock to keep you stable and used your untimate. The creature exploded and you fell back against the rock, wincing in pain.

You didn't want to look down to see the wound but you had to, and the sight of the blood staining your clothes made you gag.

"Shit, shit, shit, fuck!" You cursed to yourself for letting down your guard.

You hurriedly began looking through your bag for medical supplies. The blood was quickly dripping down at your feet and staining the golden sand. You knew that soon you'd pass out and you probably wouldn't survive.

Pulling out a jacket you tied it around your waist tightly, pressing a hand to the fabric against your side.

Reluctantly, you brought out your communicator and fumbled with the buttons as you pulled up the array of contacts, finding the official Twilight Order number and pushed the 'call' button.

Unknowing you accidentally chose the option that'd allow you to see them, and them you, when you talked.

There was no going back from that.

Yamato's plan was to gradually corrupt your mind without the music box.

Start with some simpler tasks and gradually make them get worse. Gain your trust. Corrupt your mind. He knew how to manipulate with the box and without.

His people started to doubt his ability...so he decided to prove himself in the best way possible. Recruit a member of the Union and offer them something they can't refuse so they work for him.

You were the sign, that meeting request, was the sign that he would go through with the idea.

Nothing would get in the way of that. And in the end, he'd have a powerful esper on his side.

BUT

Over the course of time he started to feel guilty for making you do things. Hell, he wanted to get you things.

He started to feel... different towards you.

He realized, his feelings towards you have been changing over the course of working with you the past months.

As he was thinking of what the hell he was going to do-trying to figure out how you're doing this to him-there was a sharp knock on his door and before he could even say 'come in' they burst through the door.

"What is it?" He asked, feeling slightly annoyed at the lack of mannerisms.

"Its- it's them! They sent an urgent message." They fiddled with their communicator, an image flashing to life. You.

"I need a medic." You said, grimacing, "I ran into a bit of trouble please send someone soon. I'm in the dessert a bit ways from town-gah!" You winced, image flickering, but he could clearly see the color staining your clothes. You looked at the camera with watering eyes, "This may be cheesy but..." you laughed, immediately hissed, "I love you Yamato." Then you vanished from his sight.

He stood up quickly, "Send a team out there. Now."

"W-we did, and we found them but..." They hesitated.

"But what??"

"They aren't doing to well..."

"Where are they?" He strode quickly to the doorway. "Infirmary?"

The person nodded and Yamato didn't waste another second.

His walk turned into a jog, which turned into a sprint.

Finally reaching the infirmary and seeing your seeing form on the bed the thought of losing you hit him hard.

As your eyes slowly opened, scanning your surroundings before meeting his eyes.

And suddenly his feelings for you were as clear as day.

He strode to your bedside and sunk to his knees before leaning towards your face.

Inches away his eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips and back up.

You didn't say a word, to surprised and flushed to say a thing.

You blinked and his lips were on yours.

When he parted from your lips he sighed, "I'm never letting you go out alone like that again. I love you too."

Ironic how his mission was to corrupt you, but it seemed that you did it to him. (Unknowingly).

And he wouldn't change that ever.

Hope you enjoyed reading! Likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[l-norris]

Spanish GP 2024 Recap

Part 3 of this strangely therapeutic thing I call content!

Forgot to write out stuff that happened pre-race cuz I was busy stressing over final exams tomorrow and realised it only as the formation lap was complete lmao.

('Tis the reason I'm posting it today already as well, brother I am SUFFERING I HATE FINAL EXAMS)

Anyways, enjoy.

And, as always, numbers in brackets are lap numbers.

(Disclaimer: Remember that this is just for shits and giggles, I'm not trying to actually hate on anyone here cuz all the drivers are very dear to me)

- IT'S LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO!

- Lando looses P1 almost immediately

- and drops down to P3 in the first corner

- That was horrible my man

- But DAMN where did George come from tho??

- No crashes so far

- Oop Ferraris touched actually, nevermind

- Max in the lead (3)

- Is it even worth it to keep watching

- Like we all know how this is gonna end

- Fuck it, never say never

- Lando is back in George's DRS window (7)

- Somehow Fernando dropped down to P14

- Lando is slowly creeping up on George

- First pitstops happening already (Guanyu and Yuki) (10)

- Oscar is literally up Pierre's rear

- Haas fucking up yet another pitstop

- Oh brother I can see the negative points in my F1 Fantasy already

- Kevin apparently did a false start (this seems familiar)

- Max binned it in turn 7 (13)

- Which we never got to see btw

- Alpine fucked up Pierre's pitstop

- Kevin gets a 5-Second-Penalty (now hold on...)

- George in Pit (16)

- Mercedes also fucked up George's pitstop

- What's in Barcelona's air today lmao

- Lando is 8 tenths faster than Max

- Max comes in (17)

- 1,9 second pitstop😵

- Rejoins in fourth

- Carlos is complaining a lot today

- Stop yapping bro, DRIVE

- I'm scared of McLaren's strategy

- I need to go to the restroom but if I've learnt anything it is that something crucial happens if I do.

- Oscar in pit (22)

- Oscar flying past Nico (23)

- Lando pitstop (23)

- Rejoins in sixth

- Lando fastest lap (26)

- Lando closing in on Carlos

- Aaaand he's gone!

- Oscar overtakes Checo easily (28)

- "Tires are very inconsistent" - Max (30)

- OH?

- Lando is getting ready to overtake Lewis

- Gets by easily (32)

- Oscar flies through the field

- Lando is up in P2!

- But George ain't giving up without a fight

- Fight! (36)

- They're side by side for like half the lap

- Lando wins the squabble (37)

-George fastest lap (39)

- Checo is in P10 btw (38)

- I give up, I need to use the restroom

- Nothing happened, nice.

- Lapping starts (42)

- Max pitstop (44)

- Lando is speeding away

- Mom I'm scared

- Lando boxes (47)

- Rejoins P2!!!

- Nico gets a penalty for speeding in the pitlane

- 7 second gap to Max

- Is it too soon to say I can hear the Dutch anthem playing already?

- Wait hold on Lando is actually gaining

- Yuki also gets a penalty for speeding in the pitlane

- 15 laps to go!

- Lewis in P3!

- Max is pulling away again😮‍💨

- Alex bins it (60)

- My hopes are dead

- Max won

- silently fuming

- Not only because Lando didn't win but because somehow Oscar was kinda forgotten again? Correct me if I'm wrong here tho

- At least Lando got DotD

- AND LEWIS PODIUM!

- Everyone actually finished🤯

- This race was... meh.

- Not a single yellow flag, no safety car, no carnage.

- Only plenty of overtakes and battles

- Some of them were GODLIKE but still...

- Turned off the broadcast as soon as the podium celebrations started

- I do NOT want to hear the Dutch anthem rn

- I cannot physically handle hearing it I will cry

- Lando didn't do his signature champagne celebration apparently - very understandable.

- But at least he's second in the WDC now🥹

- inhaling the copium

- ... feel free to add on!

... Yeah. A rollercoaster of emotions, this one.

But hey! My homerace is next! YIPPEE! See ya in Spielberg!

[densi-mber]

A/N: Set in mid to late season 4. Also, thanks to @mashmaiden for finding pictures to go with these fics!

***

What’s Another Word for Jealousy

“Thank you so much, Miss Hart. We appreciate you taking the time to talk to us,” Deeks said, offering a smile to the waitress he and Kensi had just finished interviewing. The woman’s cheeks flushed slightly under her gaze, and Kensi barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes. His affect on women was simultaneously impressive and annoying. “If you think of anything else, feel free to give us a call.”

“Sure, of course,” she said, nodding as she accepted the business card Deeks handed her. She took it like he’d offered her a fine piece of jewelry and not a piece of card stock with the NCIS hotline number.

The turned to go, getting a few yards away when Miss Hart called out “Detective!”

Deeks looked over his shoulder, shrugging at Kensi before he jogged back over. When he reached her, Miss Hart took Deeks’ elbow, turning him so he was slightly facing away. Kensi’s mouth dropped open at the woman’s audacity.

As she watched, Deeks dipped his head as the waitress stretched up on her toes to whisper something in his ear. Based on Deeks’ shift in posture, Kensi guessed it was something obscene. Then, she held out a square of paper, her expression clearly sly, even from a distance. After a moment of hesitation, Deeks took the paper, nodding a couple times before he headed back towards Kensi.

Kensi waited for him, arms folded over her chest. Once he was within a foot or two, she started walking, clenching her jaw to avoid saying one of a dozen nasty comments.

“So, it sounds like Evans got mixed up with a gang trying to make extra money, and got in over his head,” Deeks said as they headed back to the SUV. “The question is, was it friendly fire or one of their enemies.“

Kensi said nothing, for both their sakes. She didn’t need to embarrass herself, or unload her own ridiculous feelings onto him.

“Ok, what did I do wrong?” he asked after a few second, because he was always too perceptive of her moods for his own good. “You got that whole,” he waved his hand, “I’m mad but pretending that I’m not look.”

“I’m not mad,” Kensi insisted. “I don’t think it’s very professional to flirt on the job. Although, I suppose she was pretty. In a little sister kind of way.”

“Wait, are you jealous? Of her?” Deeks sounded completely surprised, which somehow made it worse.

“Of course not. I did think you were beyond picking up witnesses’ phone numbers,” Kensi replied haughtily to cover just how much it did bug her.

“Actually, she gave me her number, unprompted,” Deeks corrected. “And, you can have it.” He reached into his pocket, coming out with a crumpled piece of paper. “Here.”

Kensi held out her hand without thinking, the little ball of paper dropping into her palm. She stared at it in quiet bemusement.

“See, no reason to be upset.” He crossed his arms, one leg extended to the side, an eyebrow raised expectantly.

“I was not upset.” They’d reached the SUV now, but hadn’t made any move to get in.

“Sure.” He smirked, shaking his head slightly. He looked frustrated, which Kensi hadn’t expected. “When you figure out what you’re feeling, let me know. Otherwise, don’t get mad when someone flirts with me.”

Kensi stayed still, dumbfounded by his blatant acknowledgment of the topic they silently agreed not to discuss and the annoyance in his tone.

He moved towards the passenger side of the SUV, in front and added, “And just for the record, I haven’t been getting anyone’s number for a while now.”

Kensi stared after him, caught between wanting to prove him wrong and finally spit out the truth. In the end, she got in driver’s seat and said nothing.

***

A/N: Title borne of my own struggle to think of another word for the concept of jealousy.

[icos-3]

Chapter 2 - The Kidnapping of Danny Fenton - Tumblr Edition

Since AO3 is down, I might as well post the chapters here as well. Would give me some time to edit and sift through everything again to refresh my memory. This is not a rewrite of the story and will only contain fixes and corrections that went unnoticed by me. These edits will eventually be added to AO3.

1 - 2 - 3 Index

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.

.

This is where Danny found himself…

In this…

this cold…

dark…

lonely room….

nothing could get in or out of this room…

neither he, nor any summer heat…

not even the ambient ecto energy of Amity Park could pierce these walls…

It felt like he was starving…

even if they gave him human food, he could only make so much ectoplasm himself…

.

.

.

He laid there, in the corner, holding himself by the knees, waiting…

waiting…

for food…

for energy...

for something...

for someone…

but none of it came…

no one had come for him…

.

.

.

he shivered…

The cold didn't always bother him…

not since the fight with Undergrowth…

not since his core was stabilized…

and his body wasn't trying to overpower itself anymore...

that all seemed so long ago…

but right now, his human half was freezing…

and his ghost half was overheating...

.

His body wasn't getting what it so dearly needed…

and it was competing with itself because of it…

.

.

.

he hugged himself…

to conserve energy…

to conserve heat…

.

but also…

for comfort…

for friends…

for hugs…

that he would probably never see again…

.

nothing could stop tears from welling up in his eyes and drifting down his cheeks

little by little, the echoing hallways were overtaken by muffled moans, sobs, and wails

.

.

.

It wasn't unusual for there to be footsteps in this part of the building.

It was usually to check up on prisoners.

Or in this case, to check up on Danny.

to give him food.

to wash him.

to make sure he didn't die or fade...

after all, he was their 'treasured specimen'…

their power source…

their secret weapon…

their ultimate guineapig…

why waste time on ghosts and animals when they could experiment on something that didn't fade or die because of one wrong cut

that could provide both human and ghost samples in one swab

that could live off of human food alone, with no need for ectoplasm or ecto energy

.

That's why when Danny heard footsteps outside his chamber, he chose to ignore it.

Even when the door to his cell opened, he tried not to focus on it..

what would be the point in fighting back anymore?

in trying to escape?

in having hope to be let free..?

hope of going home…

He had tried multiple times already...

and none have been even been close…

he just had to accept that he would never see his home again…

never be safe again…

never see them again…

never fulfill his dreams…

never fulfill his obsessions…

.

Danny didn't care if the guard placed the food down at the door or right in front of him…

because at that moment, he didn't feel like eating…

he didn't feel like getting up...

.

.

"Hey."

A large and gruff voice came from above Danny. It sounded like they got a new guard to look after him.

I don't want to do this right now...

He chose to ignore him.

.

"Hey!"

He sounded annoyed. Maybe he was angry about the fact that he was being ignored by a child.

Danny's sobs became quieter, with quicker, shallower breaths. He tried his best to keep his mind away from the guard in front of him.

"Come on, you need to eat this. I can't leave until you finish all of it."

But why not?

With his attention no longer on the thoughts drifting through his mind, his sobs became silent, with slowing, shallow breaths.

Why can't they let me cry in peace?

The person started moving, getting closer to Danny.

"Kid!"

I don't want to!

"Are you listening to me! I said-"

The guard's hand was now on Danny's shoulder. He slowly turned his head towards the his voice, giving him a dead eyed stare with his swirling green eyes.

"Um…"

The guard's voice almost sounded startled.

that should be enough...

"just… leave me alone..."

His voice was small and groggy. He still didn't know why his voice hurt so much.

He whacked the warm hand way. It hurt him just as much as it did the guard.

ouch...

His head ducked back down towards his knees.

He grabbed his hand with his other one, rubbing away the pain. This was usually enough to get them to go away.

.

The cell went silent.

For a moment, he wondered whether the guard was still there.

.

But his hopes were quelled when a muffled chuckle reverberated from above him.

"You think you can just hit your superiors like that, huh, demon?"

well, at least this is something new…

He raised his head to give the guard another glare.

He was met with a hit to the face.

His head went backwards, hitting the wall.

Before he could even think to look towards the guard again, he was off the ground, and in the air.

.

Am I… flying?

.

His face hit the floor, skidding, before eventually coming to a stop.

no, I was thrown...

"Let that be a lesson, hell spawn!"

The guard seemed to take that as his victory, and decided to go back outside the cell.

After one final skid of the tray, the cell returned to complete darkness as the heavy door shut behind the guard.

The only things visible were the slowly fading glow of Danny's eyes, and the small bottle of glowing yellow-green fluid on the tray with the rest of the food.

.

He didn't see the need to get up…

he allowed himself to spread out across the cold floor…

why even get up to begin with…

they'd just pick me back up off the floor next time they needed something again…

he wondered what they'd take this time…

a kidney, perhaps?

maybe a femur?

or maybe they just wanted to play with his nervous system again…

who knows, maybe this time they'll cut one of his silver cords again and see how long it takes to recover from his paralysis…

he didn't have the energy for that…

he didn't have the energy to get up…

not even enough to cry…

so there he lay…

for who knows how long…

.

.

he almost managed to fall asleep…

but was awoken by a burning growl in his stomach…

upon opening his heavy eyelids, his attention was immediately drawn to the tray, with a still glowing bottle next to the bowl of sludge.

sludge he intentionally chose to ignore at the time…

it seemed he wouldn't be able to ignore it much longer..

He began crawling over towards the glowing tray of food.

He didn't know it then, but he now regretted not listening to the guard…

even if he had anger management issues, the bowl of sludge would probably have tasted better when it was still warm…

Bit by bit, he gulped the large gelatinous mass down.

It felt like it stuck to the walls of his throat as he swallowed.

same horrible sludge as always…

why am I so stupid...

He reached for the glowing green liquid and gave it a sniff.

It smelled like rotten apples.

Reluctantly, he took a sip.

It tickled as it went down.

He felt it bubble and fizz in his stomach, as some semblance of energy returned to his body.

He put the bottle to the side and continued to pick at the sludge in the bowl.

.

After everything was gone, Danny found himself in the darkness once again.

Alone.

Still cold, but not freezing.

With a burning pain on his face.

He crawled towards the corner furthest away from the door…

and pulled himself into a fetal position…

he held his knees tightly.

with one hand, he felt around the hot area on his face.

it was a stripe that stretched from his forehead to just above his cheek.

another reminder of where I am...

another reminder of what I lost...

he clenched his eyes shut.

he didn't intend to, but before he knew it, he was asleep..

.

.

.

[gaiathemexicanbeauty]

leon kennedy with autism headcanons

warnings: mentions of some triggers (crowds, lights, etc) but everything else is good! :3

we pretend the events of re2 never happened and that he actually got to officially join the force with his prettyboy face

or i could be normal and just say pre-outbreak lol

and we’re also gonna pretend that everyone on the force is either unaware that he’s autistic and aren’t assholes to him

i saw someone post some clips from the games and it’s literally just “leon kennedy autism compilation” and considering i finished my first re2 leon run yesterday, you already know i have to contribute

BTW THIS IS ALL JUST MY OPNION feel free to correct me or share your own headcanons in my chat box or in the comments :3 

i don’t think he would get an official diagnosis? just doesn’t have the time to think about it or doesn’t really consider anything that he does is weird, no one points it out either because they’re like “that’s just leon! XD”

in more fun news, i don’t really think he stims, at least not super noticeably this is kind of a lie actually idk

like he stims but he doesn’t even realize that he’s doing it but for reasons that he can’t begin to understand, he has a spot in one of the cabinets of his desk where he just keeps stress balls or things like that

the specific scenario where he just feels too crowded somewhere or he can hear the sounds of the fluorescent lights and it agitates him to no end

if he has any vocal stims, he snaps his fingers (does that count??) or clicks his tongue but its not repetitive either

projecting here but i think he likes to blast music really loudly in his car or in earbuds depending on where he is

he’s so cute, in his car, he blasts rock music and stuff and drums his fingers against the steering wheel before he starts driving, he gets super into it

at the station, when he has to write up his reports, he’ll blast music on his earphones loud enough that he doesn’t hear anyone or any background noise

it’s to a point that people have to tap him on the shoulder to get his attention

he’s a pencil twirler, when he’s anxious, really focused, or even just talking to people, he does it almost on instinct

he also bounces his leg a lot, all the time and if he’s not doing that, he reverts to the pencil lol

but when he gets into that routine of bouncing his leg, twirling his pencil, and listening to music, people will ask what he’s doing and some other officer will joke that “he’s in the zone”

he is pretty much phenomenal at masking on good days but on days where he gets overwhelmed or too frustrated, he works out until he drops from how tired he is

of course he has a special interest, it’s something like pokemon and/or star wars

he like video games A LOT, he has entire collections under his tv set or his bed and they’re mostly fighter games; mortal kombat, street fighter, etc (looks at my shelf full of k-pop albums and sighs in defeat)

when he’s not home, only someone who REALLY knows him would see the look in his eyes of him getting excited when he hears someone talking about his special interests or sees something in a store that catches his attention

at home, he completely lets loose, takes whole weekends to just indulge and if he’s with someone, he can spend hours talking about the stuff he likes but he’ll give the occasional “sorry, i kind of geeked out? ^^;”

like he physically lights up but he’ll get all flustered unless someone tells him that he’s alright (WHICH YOU WILL SAY YES TO. LET HIM RAMBLE.)

he hates crowds, he isn’t an introvert or anything and doesn’t actively avoid crowds but if he gets caught in one, he is just in the WORST mood and he needs to go home and recharge

he does go nonverbal sometimes but not a lot of people pick up on it just cus it’s just normal for people on the force to have off days and maybe he doesn’t want to talk about what’s wrong so they just let him be until he reaches out

me and my one of my best friends (welcome to another post where you featured damien) were talking and established that his skin is strangely flawless so at the end of a long day (when he’s alone) he puts on a face mask and just enjoys how cool it feels on his face

some people ask him if he has a skincare routine and he’s just like “no? why do you ask? :D” but he just doesn’t realize that he has one until he counts just how much stuff he puts on his face

he loves touch!! but only from people he really trusts so strangers he can shake hands with and stuff, friends is a lot more than that but s/o’s is who he’s closest with

he likes to feel them laying on him and the pressure and just :333 likes to feel as close as possible and will squeeze you

not autism related news but things about his health that my friend and i made up but that we think is funny is that he’s lactose intolerant and allergic to cat fur but he’s too kind to say anything

the rare chance that he has to rescue a cat, he gives the cat back but is sneezing like crazy

and if someone offers him food he can’t eat or he’ll die, he just runs to take lactaid really fast and comes back like nothing happened so he always has allergy and lactaid on him no matter what

                               （<｀▽´）―━━☆⌒*. BAM ITS OVER 

YEEHAWW I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THAT :3 this is my first time publishing about something as sensitive (? ig) as this so pls let me know if i inadvertently used any problematic language or anything like that and i will be more than happy to edit! :D

i’ve been super enjoying the franchise even though im kinda sorta only playing bc of leon rn lol but i am going on summer break soon (with one college class X_X) and am gonna have all the time in the world to discover all the other games

but for now thank y’all so much for reading and i hope that you stay safe, stay kind, and have a good day/night/afternoon wherever you are! :3 (to anyone working on finals, good luck and don’t forget to take a break!!)

[duckduckhjonk]

*very loud clap of my hands*

RIGHT

*very loud cracking of my knuckles*

so tonight marks a special occasion, I finished season one of Inanimate Insanity as part of my tumblr live reactions. Very important day indeed. Now its time for my season review.

I guess if you haven't seen season 1 spoilers?? also its long so it goes under the read more. Also please note I'm just some random critter on the internet, I might not have gods greatest reading comprehension. If I say something wrong, please be respectful but do correct me!

I think the show started off very rocky to say the least. I think it was originally like "We're bfdi but edgy" with all the censored swearing and jabs at what would probably be 'dark' humour. Not really a fan of that bit, like- at all. I think most of what they tried to do early on landed very poorly. I think the way they originally tackled Paint Brush being non-binary was done awfully. I know in the later seasons it is properly discussed, but this is just going through the first season.

But, I think they recovered decently. I think that this season managed to turn that around and make it into genuinely an interesting show. I felt myself getting closer to the screen in anticipation and excitement during some of the later episodes. They ditched the dark/edgy humour and made a good show. I think that was smart and really good.

The characters are very fun. I definitely have some favourites. Those being Paper, Paint Brush, Bow, Balloon, Taco, and Marshmallow, but of them all I absolutely adore Paper. But I also think Bomb stood out a lot. He's a very solid character to me. I don't see a lot of characters with a stutter a lot, and originally I don't think it was done in a goodhearted way, but I didn't see a lot of it being used as the butt of the joke very often. Of course there were times it was, but it wasn't as common as I was expecting I suppose. I also think I'd like to talk about Apple a bit? I thought she was a very decent character, being a little stupid, but iconic I suppose. Although my biggest complaint with her was she was very much written off towards the end with her elimination. While the rest of the eliminated contestants came back and did things, she only got snippets???

Talking more about my faves for a moment. Paper, god I love him. From the bottom of the barrel to the top of the game with him. He became evil, he stopped being evil, he survived isolation, he's a soggy wet cat to me. I love him. I think both him and Bomb were fucked over by OJ. Segway into talking about that guy. OJ, our winner. I have very mixed feelings about him. On one hand, he absolutely is a prick, he's a little dramatic, but on the other hand, he absolutely does feel like Main Guy. He suffers a lot from that Protagonist Syndrome that I think some of these cartoon survivor shows have. Although I don't entirely hate him. He turned out well.

As for everyone's favourite food, I feel a little bad for Taco. She played the game and played it well. Feigning ignorance is not something easily done. If it wasn't for me being a spoiler-seeker and having seen it already, she very easily could have fooled me. She was very much for the most part what Rocky is/was but honestly, 20 times better. I loved her shouting, her auurrrr noise, the lemon spitting. I think that while she's back she should spit a lemon at someone. Please if the movie cares about its fans-

With all of this, I'm actually really looking forward to starting season 2. I'm hoping to be caught up by the time the movie/finale for season 2 comes out so I can possibly add this to my list of object shows to live review. I'm cutting this here because 1) my joints are starting to hurt and 2) if anyone wants more in depth reviews of each character feel free to hop into my inbox and ask, I would love to go more in depth, even with the ones I mentioned here individually. and also 3) its midnight. I'm an eepy guy.

thank you all who are here for accompanying me on this journey :3

[thesherrinfordfacility]

okay so... we do agree that the most sense for the first scene of season 3 is to show in some way the fall, right? we saw the before, we saw the after (as in eden), we now need to know why there was this schism in the first place

and so, my question is, since i've just finished rewatching the job episode - what do you think, in gomens' universe, is the point of that schism? why did the fall happen? why was there a Great War? who started the war, was the war just between the different angels? who actually cast the losing side away?

the whole bit with "an angel/demon who goes along with Heaven/Hell as far as he can" really made me think about this all. plus, i personally would find it very satisfying to finally find out at least a little bit of context of why this separation happened in the first place for the moment (i hope) when the whole system is finally broken down and dismantled

hey lovely!!!✨ i do think it will open with some reference to the fall (as you said, imo it makes the most narrative, poetic, and thematic sense!!!), but i also feel like a lot of the show's answers are going to be within the fall, so idk if we'll see all of it in the beginning cold open, or if some will be continued towards the end of the series?

as for the fall questions, wowzers, i'll do my best to answer what i potentially think could factor in here, although they may not answer your qs outright!!!✨ and probably link to some other specs/metas that ive had jumbling around!!!

i think aziraphale knew or suspected something about why it would be risky to question god; maybe not that the fall was already bandied about as a concept, but maybe that there were Things Afoot that made him think that going against her will and plan could be bad news

i think that god is ultimately a very neutral, very amoral party. i don't think she is good or bad, right or wrong, well-meaning or malicious; she just is. i even possibly think that the ineffable plan, if there is even such a thing like she says in s1, is that she has no plan at all. everything is up to everyone else. (don't really have a singular meta on this, but perhaps a bit of this and that)

metatron is the Big Bad. dunno why, necessarily (ie what are his motivations other than Power?), but i think when god goes AWOL somewhere between job (or maybe actually after golgotha?) and present day, he fills the void and acts like he is still the voice of god, that he is still receiving orders. (again, no singular meta on this, and ive kinda got it sprinkled across many posts tbh!!!)

so with those kind of things in mind, here are my possible thoughts (not committing to any singular one) on the fall and the schism you've mentioned.

the fall was not necessarily meant to be what it turned out to be. i think ultimately angels came to god asking questions, or questioning her and her Ineffability, or the plan, whatever.

god wanted all of her creation to have free will. if that free will was to break away from heaven and from her, and act in their own interest, under their own orders, by their own conscience, i don't think she ever had an issue with this. even if - in the presumed case of lucifer - the intention was to break away as a direct challenge to god, to have the same power as god, i similarly don't think she wanted to stop this. that is literally free will. so she does nothing to stop whatever happens when they choose to break away.

metatron however has other ideas; heaven is good, and is correct, and is right. anyone who even questions it, even if out of love and devotion to god, those who just want to understand, were forfeit. god has removed herself from the picture, not even there at the (literal? figurative?) trial, so metatron acts as judge, jury, and executioner. in some cases, i think there were angels who were pushed, not fallen.

we know there was a war, but i think it was out of the angels that remained 'on heaven's side' being told lies about their fellow angels - told that these defectors were actively working against god to jeopardise her creations and her plans. that heaven will fall if they are not cast out. conflict ensues - from their perspective - to protect the sanctity of heaven.

then, possibly, i think a memory wipe kinda thing did happen, but specifically on the events of the fall. i do also wonder if this is where the book of life comes into play, but not overly confident (on any of this, really)

and ultimately i think the whole concept of true free will might have been god's plan - if you can call Nothing a plan - all along? that she completely steps back, and let's heaven and humanity kinda work it out for themselves.

like, this is the kinda stuff that i hope they reveal later on s3; crowley falling with lucifer, and possibly meeting aziraphale again etc. would, imo, be great for the ep1 cold open, but the actual events of the fall i think needs to be the belter that comes out in maybe ep5 or 6. obviously i haven't gone into where i think crowley and aziraphale may slot within all of this, but most things can be found in my masterpost anyway, or indeed happy to summarise for anyone who wants it!!!✨