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sidekickjoey · 1 year

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"Hi Chrissy."

Sitting in the cool grass in Hawkins Memorial Cemetery, Eddie watches quietly as the sun shines down on the stone before him. Radiant is the only word that comes to mind as it glistens and stands tall. Then again, no better word could've described Chrissy Cunningham when she was on this Earth, or her smile. It's fitting it would also apply to her grave.

He picks a nearby dandelion and rests it at the base of the stone, just below an engraving of a sunflower - her favorite, he's learned. A few of the fluffy white seeds float up and wisp around the carved petals, giving it life. Motion. It makes Eddie smile.

"I'm sorry I've been sorta' shit about visiting ya'," he says after a moment, a shy little drawl to his voice making him sound quite endearing. Forgivable. "Wayne and I just moved into our new apartment last week and the whole moving in thing's wrecked us. Did you know that man had even more mugs hiding in storage? At least thirty, the maniac!"

He imagines Chrissy's own smile at that one. Sure, she had been scared out of her mind the night she entered his trailer, but Eddie can never forget seeing Chrissy's eyes comically widen at the sight of Wayne's collection of various mugs from around the globe. Most people do as such - even Wayne on some occasions, when he's tired and not prepared to remember his own expensive vice.

Eddie's finger traces the sunflower.

"I wish you could see the place. It's a lot cleaner and bigger than our old shit hole at Forest Hills. Plus, it's got this super big backyard with a tree that I'm thinking of putting a hammock under. I think it'd be a nice spot for writing songs. Isn't that just something, Chrissy?"

A brush of cool air past him has Eddie believing that yes, it is.

He picks another dandelion. Blows the seeds her way.

"I've actually got another something to tell you," he hints, waggling his eyebrows to no one. "It's even crazier than us having a whole house to ourselves, Wayne and I. It might've actually just about blown your mind if you were still around. It's been blowing mine for the last few days, if I'm being totally honest."

The sun brightens on Eddie's back. He takes a deep breath. Steadies himself.

"I, uh...I'm dating Steve Harrington."

The sun continues to shine.

The cool breeze returns.

Life goes on.

Eddie releases his breath.

"I hope you're not like, rolling in your grave below me right now," he chuckles, voice tight and nervy. "I know I'm the biggest hypocrite ever for falling for him, a known jock AND popular kid. It goes against pretty much everything I've stood for or yelled about at lunch. But, it's kind of like what you said about me, Chris. He wasn't what I thought he'd be like. He isn't."

He's way more, as a matter of fact. So much more that it hurts sometimes for Eddie to think about. Makes him question how he got so lucky to meet him, really meet him, in the first place.

"I wish you could see it for yourself," he says softly a minute later, now tracing her name with his pointer finger. "You two probably would've been great friends. He likes sports and doing his hair and goofing around. He's also weirdly good at baking. You were in the baking club, right? I swear I saw you selling gingerbread cookies before Christmastime. The little ones with the candy canes? Right?"

No one answers, but something in Eddie's bones makes that assessment feel right. He looks up to the sky, lets the sun soak into what skin isn't covered up by leather and denim for a minute, and imagines the dreamworld he described. He imagines Chrissy side-by-side with Steve in a kitchen, maybe with Robin if she stuck around or visited during college. He watches them as they get too messy, covered in flour and sticky from dough and icing, and smiles at the fact none of them seem to care. They're all so proud of their work and wanting Eddie to try everything. He can practically hear their laughter, their joy, their lack of care or fear as he does. He lets himself drown in it, just a little. Basks in it.

Stares back at Chrissy's grave seconds later with a piercing twinge of sadness.

Grieves.

Whimpers "You should be here still, Chrissy" to the stone.

Sniffling, he tries to laugh away the tears that have suddenly appeared like a tidal wave. It does no good, though. Not even the sunshine, the beautiful stuff that usually makes Eddie feel so seen and comforted, can whisk them away now that they've begun. He grips tight at his thigh. Desperately tries to ground himself.

"Steve's been reminding me that there was nothing I could do. Says I've been placing too much blame on myself for it all. Maybe I am. It's just that..." he takes a deep breath, "shit, I hate that you were the one made an example of in all of this mess. I'm so sorry I wasn't able to stop it and protect you from Vecna and the Upside Down and all that horrible crap you had no reason to be swept up in because of me. I'm sorry you can't be here and getting your own new boyfriend, or your own degree. I'm so fucking sorry."

A full-on sob hits Eddie then, knocking him off whatever ledge he had been teetering on right into a pit of anxiety and bottled-up sadness. It renders him shaky and a bit blubbery, and as another sob gears up in the pit of his chest, he starts to feel guilty he had shown up in the first place. If he'd just kept his news to himself, hadn't let himself dwell on all the milestones Chrissy would never reach, maybe he would've been okay. Maybe he would feel a little less broken, a little less wrapt with survivors guilt, a little less-

"Hey."

Eddie flips around in a fright to find himself face-to-knee with Steve Harrington.

The boy's face is gentle when he finally works up the courage to meet it. It's the same gentleness that had been there the first time Eddie confessed to wanting to visit Chrissy, and the same that had coaxed him out of the car when his nerves got the best of him. It's also the same that had gazed upon Eddie when he confessed to having a crush, and when he proceeded to say he'd be fine if they never spoke again because he gets why that would not be happy news to hear.

His gaze is somehow never pitying. Always achingly empathetic.

It tears another sob from Eddie.

Carefully, Steve sits down at Eddie's side and wraps an arm around him. His hand soothingly begins to rub up and down Eddie's arm, grounding him the best he can. Eddie leans into it. Hopes Chrissy is okay with having their private conversation shared. Sobs again.

"Hi Chrissy. I dunno if you knew me, but I'm Steve."

Eddie shuts his eyes and buries his face into Steve's shoulder.

"I'm sure Eddie probably already told you, but we're...we're a couple now, so I hope you don't mind me intruding. I know uh...I know he's kinda private about this stuff."

He means Eddie's feelings about Chrissy's death, about Chrissy in general. The whole lot of it. Eddie knows it in an instant - feels the way Steve's grip nudges them closer together in understanding.

"I'm not sure what you were chatting about, but I have something to tell you if that's alright."

Steve pauses.

Bless him, he pauses for the answer that won't come.

Eddie could - no, plans to love him forever for doing something like that for his sake. For Chrissy.

"He's been pretty torn up about you. We all are, but...well, it's hard. I've been through this four times now and that first time is still a lot to think over. But...uh, Robs told me that in movies, ghosts are always like, torn up and stuff about people being sad they're gone. Want them to live their life to the fullest. So, I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm gonna make sure our guy here does that. For you."

Blinking up from Steve's shoulder, Eddie sniffles. "W-What?"

"Yeah," Steve says, keeping his eyes on the stone. "I'll make sure he has reasons to smile and...and reasons to get through the hard times. I'm gonna' be there to remind him what all that's like, okay?"

"Steve..."

"And I know it won't be easy, but...I think it'll be good. For all of us. Ya' know?"

Tears threatening again, Eddie places a small kiss to Steve's cheek. He feels Steve's grip bring him in even more, almost keeping Eddie in his lap. Comforting him. It's more than he could ask for.

The sun shines on him. Eddie feels it again - wills it to help.

"I can't do it all on my own, though. I could use a little divine intervention here and there, if you could spare some."

Eddie almost corrects Steve. He almost says ghosts aren't divine, how that's reserved for angels and God and stuff. But, on second thought, he figures if anyone from Hawkins was granted an angelic afterlife, Chrissy probably was first in line.

Instead, he listens to the beat of Steve's heart.

"But, I'll try. We'll both try. We promise."

"Y-Yeah," Eddie hiccups. "We promise."

Steve smiles into his hair.

"Got anything else you need to say, Eddie? Or do you want to go grab milkshakes somewhere before we head back to your place?"

Blinking his bleary eyes back open, Eddie gazes at the tombstone. Commits it to memory. Pictures Chrissy giggling and telling them to go have fun.

Really, who is he to tell her no?

"Yeah, I think we're good here," he says, finally. He nods once more to Steve and lets him pull him up to his feet, the shaky thing he is. His arm ends up around Steve's waist as they give a final look to Chrissy, and for a moment, he wonders what she must be thinking. He wonders if she is grateful for their promise, or if she is wishing she could have a milkshake with them, too. Eddie hopes, wherever she is, she can go grab one. Enjoy with them, and above them. He'd like that.

And, after today, he thinks Steve might, too.

They hold each other's hand tight as they leave the cemetery.

They hold hands even tighter when Eddie gets a tattoo of a sunflower the very next day.

#stranger things #steddie ficlet #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #steddie fic #steddie fanfiction #steddie fanfic #ficlet #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #st fanfic #st4

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mmmmmmmmmmmmsoup · 9 months

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Yandere x Gardener reader 2.0

(This post is like another root from the story tree. But instead of talking about David, we talk about a new customer of yours, Cash)

Warning: Yandere, stalking, nsfw?

• so now that you were working at more locations, and keeping your distance from David, you found yourself on a ranch

• Not your ranch of course, but a costumers

• a man named cash wanted some help tending to his mothers garden

• his mother was growing to that age where things didn’t come easy, and not that he couldn’t take care of the garden himself, he just didn’t have the time

• he had cows, chickens, and crops to take care of. But he still wanted to make his mama happy

• that’s where you come in. A few times a week you would come by, weeding, dead heading, and watering the flowers

• Cash and his mother also had a green house full of veggies and some other edible things, you took care of that too

• now the first time you met Cash, he was quiet and you had no idea if even liked you

• but that didn’t matter, he hired you to work, and work you did! Plus, the view you got to see while working was beautiful, just a valley of rolling hills

• and Cashes view of you was… well, let’s say he had a hard time looking away

• at first Cash didn’t really pay much time to you, you had a job to do and so did he. and as long as you did your job well, there wouldn’t be an issue

• he was also a little embarrassed to having to hire you, he wished he could just take care of the garden himself but alas, there just weren’t enough hours in the day

• he liked that you had manners. He had told you if you harvested any fruits or veggies to just bring them inside and put them on the kitchen counter

• and every time you did, you’d knock, make sure him and or his mama was aware of your present and quietly walk to the kitchen

• sometimes you even asked his mama if she needed anything like a snack or a glass of water, he thought that was sweet

• sometimes you’d leave a small bouquet of flowers freshly plucked from the garden and place it in the living room for him and his mama to see

• he thought you were a sweet girl, he didn’t dig much further then that, he didn’t want to

• but one day, when Cash was heading to the house for lunch, he saw you.

• you were ripping a small old stump out of the ground, and Cash just couldn’t look away

• you were wearing a tank top, sweating, covered in dirt, and your muscles flexing

(even if you don’t think your that muscly irl, trust me, if you ever do get gardening as a job, you will develop muscle)

• oh lord, this man just turned into a blushing mess

• ever since that day, he started paying attention to you more

• you see, Cash always came home for lunch, and the window above the sink, where he washed dishes was in perfect view of the garden

• also in perfect view was your ass when you bent over to pluck a flower or whatever else you were doing

• he started washing dishes by hand a lot more

• anytime you suggest something for the garden, that be a certain tool, plant, or pest control, you’d find it either in the shed during your next visit or he would straight up give you money to go buy it

• and he would totally give you too much money too. If you ever try to give him his change back, he would refuse and just say it’s your tip

• one day you had told him how people’s gardens were being ruined during the nights and within three days, he had updated his whole security system (by the way, this man is like rich, so he already had gates and a pretty good security system)

• he even set up some cameras facing the garden, only for security reason of course… no other reason

• he just likes you ok, and has no idea how to show it

• not only were you sweet, a hard worker, and hot as fuck, but his mama loved you

• “that gardener is such a lovely lady, and does such a nice job on my garden!”

• mama would 100% bake cookies for you and put them in a container for you to take home

• Cash thought highly of what his mother thought, and if she liked you, I mean????

• If his garden produced to many of a certain vegetable, he would just give you the extra (saving on that grocery bill gorl)

• one day when cash had a little bit more free time, he chose to have a picnic with his mama, he was thinking about asking you to join, but his mama beat him to it

• “hello y/n, me and my son are having a picnic, you should join us”

• you looked behind her to see Cash, looking slightly bashful and quick to look away when he noticed you staring

• “sure, I’d love too!”

• Cash laid down a blanket, and sat between you and his mama

• you ate some sandwiches with some home grown veggies on the side, and of course cookies made by mama her self

• you all had a nice chat, mainly mama asking about you

• cash learned how you liked to dabble in art, drawing, painting, photography, you name it you’ve probably tried it

• and just other little things like family, where your from, if you go to school or not, stuff like that

• like dam, you just keep getting better and better

• the more he learned about you, the more he liked you

• he was also thankful his mama was the one handling the conversation part, he was never great at socializing

• he also had a hard time focusing on what was being said when his eyes kept wondering to your soft lips

• fuck, he’s blushing so hard

• ever since that picnic happened, mama totally knows what’s up ;)

• she thinks it’s cute that her son FINALLY has a crush, maybe she will actually get some more grandkids!

• so every now and then she ask you to help cash with something or maybe the other way around, just so you spend more time together

• cash gets so embarrassed every time

This post is getting too long! How did I do? Any tips, tricks? Let me know!

Also what do you think about David and cash?

Whenever I’m talking about cash, I’ll probably always post it as a 0.2 chapter, like I did here

#yandere #yandere x reader #my writing #yandere Farmer

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yourwalkingdeadmf · 9 months

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Blood red ll

I HOPE YOU ENJOY IF YOU HAVE ANY SUGGESTIONS ON IDEAS FOR ME PLEASE LET ME KNOW

WARNINGS: SMUT, MENTION RAPE,BREEDING KINK,DOM CARL,SUB Y/N

DARLYS POV

Rick has call us to his house for a meeting I have no clue what about we are on are way there to see

A FEW MINUTES LATER

I knocked on the grimes house door and Rick let us in

Rick: hey guys so carl found a girl in the wood who runaway from the Saviors and negan

Maggie: what

YES I KNOW MAGGIE IS AT HILL TOP BUT FOR THE PLOT SHE IS HERE

Daryl: how old is this girl

Rick: I didn't ask yet but she seems to be around Carl's age

CARL'S POV

I hear everyone downstairs I need to wakeup y/n

Carl: y/n you need to get up and meet some people

Y/n gets up and nods

Y/n: can I stay behind you though

I nod and with that we headed down

Carl: hey guys this is y/n she is a bit tired and nervous

Y/n waves

Y/n: hi

MAGGIE'S POV

this girl she is scared I can tell

Rick: y/n this is Maggie daryl michonne carol and rosita

Rick says as he pointed to each of us when he said are names

Y/n: hi I'm y/n

Daryl: how old are you kid

y/n: 15

Y/N'S POV

Y/n: 15

I say to them the girl named Maggie walk over to me and hugged me

Maggie: I can't imagine what it was like for you to be there with negan

I hugged her back she was right she couldn't it was hard being there more the one of my dads man have tried to rape me and one did I lied when I said the guy I kill was because he tried he did that's why I killed him my dad he doesn't know

MAGGIE'S POV

this girl I can't imagine what she has been through because of those monsters this girl need love and support and im going to be there I'm going to give it to this kid

CARL'S POV

I know that I just meet this girl but I'm in love with her when I found her I was just so nice to her if it were anyone else I probably would have just killed them but with y/n it was like love at first sight

RICK'S POV

Rick: she is going to be staying with us michonne if that ok with you

I look at my wife and she nod as she see the way carl looks a y/n

Carl and y/n go back to his room

Rick: so negan is coming tomorrow did everyone hide this that negan would take

They all nod

Rick: ok I'll see you guys tomorrow

NEGANS POV

my daughter runway I should have know she has be acting so weird the past few day fuck

TIME SIKP TO THE NEXT DAY

Negan: little pig little pig let me in!

Y/N'S POV

me and carl where walking around Alexandra when I hear my dad yell

Negan: little pig little pig let me in!

Carl and everyone that I meet last night walk over to the gates a they opened and I ran up to but behind carl nervous for when my dad see me

NEGANS POV

I walk in to Rick the picks place and what do I see my daughter

Negan: y/n you have betrayed me your own dad

CARL'S POV

we all look at y/n

Carl: what

Y/n: I'm sorry I didn't say anything I just thought you wouldn't like me If I told you and I hate everything things he does please

I look at her with sympathy but to have a dad like him must be hard just how fast he was to just turn her away because she left tells me how much of a shitty father he is to her and just to think about all that she has seen him to I hugged her as negan left I dragged her to my room not only did I like her but she was the enemy's daughter and that thought alone turned me on once we got in my room I kissed her and she kiss me back

Y/N'S POV

He kissed me and u kissed him back

A few minutes of just kissing we started to take each other clothes off

Now we where naked

CARL'S POV

Carl: knees now

Y/n obeys and get on her knees

Carl: suck

Y/n: Carl what if someone comes in here

Carl: suck now

Y/N'S POV

I nod I start to kitten licking up and down his shaft

Carl: stop teasing

He slaps me in the face with his cock

And then I take him in my mouth

Carl: good girl just like that

After I sucked him off for a while I couldn't wait any more

Y/n: please carl

I begged

Carl: please what

Y/n: please fuck me carl please

CARL'S POV

I pick her up and throw her on the bed

And I line up with her entrance and with that

I trusted in to her and fuck her moans were great and I'm going to make sure I'm the only one that will ever hear them

Y/n: fuck faster please please please

I trust faster in to her and harder

This went on for a few minutes but now now we were both about to cum

Carl: do you want me to breed you make you mine

Y/n: fuck yes please

She practically screams as she cums on my cock and cum in her we both moan then we lay down her on my chest

Carl: fuck that was good

Y/n: yeah

Carl: you did so good for me

I say as I kiss her head

Carl: y/n will you be my girlfriend

Y/n: yes of course

She gets up a bit and kiss me and I smile

Carl: ok go to sleep love

She nods and she goes to sleep so I do to

AAA SO THIS IS MY FIRST EVER SMUT SO SORRY IF IT SHORT AND BAD BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER AND I HAVE SOME BIG THOUGHTS FOR THE NEXT PART AND SORRY THAT ITS LATE I STARTED SCHOOL SO THATS WHY

#carl grimes #carl grimes smut #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x y/n #twd fanfiction

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gabessquishytum · 11 months

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people keep sending in vampire aus and I Cannot Resist

so there is this terrible, terrible YA series called House of Night about an academy for teenagers that were Marked and are turning into vampyres(that's how the authors chose to write it, okay), who are also refered to as the children of Nyx

(tw a little gore and minor character death)

please imagine Surly Teenager Morpheus, freshly Marked, rolling up to the House of Night in London and already Hating Everything.

The Director Dealer's Choice, but why not make it Lucifer? gives him the rundown of how everything works before explaining that every fledgling vamypr gets assigned a mentor

in walks Hob Gadling, who among all those other supernaturally good-looking vampyres looks like Just A DudeTM. He even says "Hey, you already look the part! You're way ahead of me there."

Morpheus doesn't say anything. Partly because he is still grumpy. Partly because Hob Gadling seems strangely familiar.

they leave on their tour of the school which is filled to the brim with stray cats btw. one of them hurls itself into Hob's arms and Hib barely reacts, only curling his arms around it and petting between its ears. "Meet Daniel", Hob says, "He comes and goes as he pleases, but he's friendly."

Morpheus stared into the cat's green eyes, wondering if he'll get scratched if he tried anything, but Daniel lets himself be petted and even purrs for a good minute before running away as sudden as he came

they finish the tour, Morpheus meets his roommate and slowly he settles into his new routine of night classes and trying to get along with a slew of new acquaintaces

there's a few awkward moments during Hob's lessons- like the time he spoke about meeting famous vampyre poet shakespeare and the words "it wasn't like that" sat on the tip of Morpheus' tongue until he nearly bit through his cheek, or when Hob read them a passage from the Canterbury Tales in Middle English and it felt more familiar than the modern one

things are good until a few weeks in, one of Morpheus' classmates' body rejects the change

in the middle of class, they start coughing up blood. it starts pouring from their nose, their eyes, even their ears

they collapse and the teachers have to carry them to the infirmary

it's a harsh reminder that as much as Morpheus has been getting used to this new life, it could end just as quickly

but the worst part?

their blood smelled amazing

vampyres drink blood, that's a fact

but developing a taste for it is something that happens in the third to fourth year. not barely three months in

understandably, Morpheus freaks out. and because he is Morpheus he Does Not Talk About It

not talking about it doesn't help with the hunger though

which may be why the next time someone's body rejects the change, he hides in a janitor's closet

his heart pounds in his chest. the mark on his forehead burns. his stomach is tied in knots

there's scratching at the door- one of the cats- before there are footsteps

"what is it, Daniel?" an all too familiar voice asks

there's nothing Morpheus wants less than to face Hob right now, not when his mentor has been trying his best to get Morpheus to open up, make friends among his classmates, he'll fit right in!

before Morpheus can try and get himself together the door opens and he finds himself staring up into the unfairly handsome face of Hob and a lap full of Cat

"Oh, love", Hob says and folds down next to him

Morpheus should bristle. stand up and leave with his head held high because he is a Son Of Night and is Completely Fine

instead he leans into the embrace Hob offers him, taking in greedy pulls of his scent (sunshine and grassy hills, the musk of an old forest. "not ancient greece", he'd said that first day, "but i like to think 600 years is still quite a respectable age")

Hob nudges him until Morpheus sits between his legs and pulls up the sleeve of his shirt

again, Morpheus should bristle, should fight the arms wrapping around him, that's his teacher for fuck's sake

but he's just so hungry that he lets Hob press a wrist to his mouth and drinks

Oh yeah that’s hot, kinda love the idea of an eldritch teacher/student relationship??

Morpheus being such a precocious little vampire baby who already craves blood, of course he needs a little extra care and attention from his teacher, right? And yeah, Hob starts to pay just a little closer attention - checks in with Morpheus, even comes to see him in his room. He’s coaching Morpheus through the first stages of consuming blood, making sure he isn’t going hungry. Truth is, nothing has tasted as good for Morpheus as Hob did that very first time in the closet. He’s craving blood and specifically he’s craving Hob.

He’s developing quite an embarrassing crush on Hob. And Hob, well… he’s trying to be a good mentor. He’s concerned by Morpheus’s rapid development. And there’s something about the young student that seems kind of familiar to him. When they talk together it’s like they have a history, and it feels weird but… comfortable. Not to mention, Hob got genuinely and uncomfortably turned on that night when Morpheus drank from his wrist. It felt like something hot and powerful was tingling through his entire body, and he’s never ever felt that way before.

Then there’s the time when Hob finds himself really incredibly hungry, he was dumb and skipped a meal. Morpheus doesn’t hesitate: he crawls right into Hob’s lap and tells him to shut up and drink. He can take it. And Hob knows that he shouldn’t take advantage, but he never claimed to be a good man. It feels… so. Good. Like coming home. Holding Morpheus and drinking from him greedily. Like they’ve… done it before. Hmm.

In any case, as much as Hob tries to hold himself back, it’s probably only a matter of time before the mentor/mentee develops into something. A lot more.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw age gap #cw blood

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pillowbo · 4 days

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The morning sun peaks over the hills as I mosey to the barn, whistling as I adjust the rim of my cowboy hat. You look up at the rectangle of light that spills in as I throw open the door.

"Good mornin', Bessy!" I sway the empty bucket at my side, still sipping my coffee with the other. I shoulder my bag, setting the bucket down to pull the thick strap over my back.

"Good morning, Sir!" you pipe, shivering in your stall from more than just a lack of clothes.

"Are you ready for your milkin'?"

I grin when you give a tentative nod. The hay crunches as you shuffle onto your feet, only to bend over the stall door. Assuming your position.

One would think you are fit to be packed in a large house with others lined up in stanchions, hooked to a milking machine that would pump you dry...but not my Bessy.

No cold machine will grip your udders like my steely hands can. You mewl as I pinch a teet, twisting and rolling the bud between calloused fingers.

"My little cow..."

I'm surprised at the shock of arousal thundering through my own chest on the way down, shooting down to my core, as if my body were a mirror to yours.

I suck air through my teeth and shudder, pulling away, then I pinch the other udder. "Do you know what this does to me?" I'm surprised you can hear me through your cries, as you shake your head.

I give a wan smile, though I'm very happy with your sounds. "Of course not. My Bessy, your duty is not to think. You're blanked out, my good little cow. I know your true purpose. It's certainly not to think," I laugh softly, then take both udders in each hand.

Your body shivers as I massage them, thumbing the soft pads and stiff peaks, in tune with your lower half that begins a steady rock against the cool wood of the stall.

My core begins to throb, warmth spreading downward at the sight of your rhythmic motions. I wonder, not for the first time, how it must feel for you.

One of these days I will milk these beautiful teets for all they are worth. Unfortunately, dear, they're not quite where they need to be to lactate, but the way they're shaping up, you look like you're fixing to soon.

"These wonderful little buds are so sensitive, aren't they?" I muse with a chuckle. "I bet I could make you come from these alone."

Your cries shake as they progressively grow louder, and gentle sways turn to desperate thrusts after several minutes of this treatment, the wood creaking with your effort to push yourself over.

I flush as the fog of lust comes over me. I'm close enough to tickle your ear. "Are you ready to be pumped?" I say softly. The pump I am referring to is in the bag that I've brought.

I grin and let out a breathy laugh as you nod dumbly through your thrusts. I grip your hips with both hands to try to still you, but I know it's no use; you're about as excited to be milked as I am to do it.

I get to work with nimble fingers. The top of my bag pulls open with a loud zip from the fat metal zipper, the rough fabric holding tools and equipment.

One of those tools, made just for you my dear little cow, is a clear, silicone pump; I find it convenient that the soft, ribbed insides and the warmth of the tube produce higher-quality milk than any cold machine.

Though I do like to give you the old-fashioned treatment, I am a modern farmer!

You mewl high in your throat in response, as though you've been borderline pavloved by this thing. I chuckle lovingly. "You love your pump, don't you Bessy?"

"Please!" you cry.

My eyes narrow into slits. "Hey now, you're not supposed to talk back, little cow." I allow a wave of irritation to roll over me before taking a cooling breath.

Another tool that I carry with me is about to come in handy, the crop that I use to tame bad little cows. "You need to be whipped into shape, little Bessy?"

You shake your head vigorously, though you know as those round eyes lock onto the crop that you are in for a whipping. "Get your ass out here," I growl, then remind you, "Ten whips for every word you utter."

You bite your lip as a whimper escapes, and you reluctantly exit the stall that rises past your waist, the only barrier between us.

"This hurts me more to punish my little cow more than it hurts her," I say, "Turn around."

The chain around your throat clinks as you shift around to expose the sweet ass that, unfortunately, needs to be punished. A gush of warmth fills my briefs as my cunt begins to throb with my heartbeat, pupils blown in desire.

The corners of my lips rise in a sadistic grin. "Bend over, little cow," I croon, my voice low in my throat. You bend over the stall door, and I place a hand over your backside, running a thumb over one cheek as I take a greedy handful.

I swat the cheek with my hand, then take another moment to fondle the soft flesh that bounces from my grip. I take a slow breath, my hooded eyes falling on the crop that I swat lightly, methodically in my hand.

Without warning the crop whips swiftly down onto your cheeks.

"You. Don't. Speak. Unless. You. Are. Told." I say firmly, but calmly, between smacks. My gut flutters with those pangs of arousal as I laugh at your cries, at how your cheeks bounce and wave, redden under my touch.

I grab your hair and force you to face me after ten whips with my crop. "Do you understand?"

"Yes," you say quietly, the flush of your cheeks matching your backside.

I chuckle, letting loose of the grip on your roots to ruffle your steadily growing hair. "There we go, that's a good cow." I pad your cheek. "Glad we got that all settled."

You sniffle, tears streaking down your face.

I'm not much concerned.

"Why don't you come on up and try that again? Straighten up now, dear. Stop your crying. Your old farmer needs to get on with work," I say, licking my lips.

You take your licks like a good cow and you take your place behind your stall, and I once again grip the silicone stroker in my hand. We resume as we were.

I swallow as another gush of warmth dampens my briefs, painfully empty in my pants. I throb at the sight of your hard cock that pokes through the glory hole of the stall.

I drilled it there myself. It's the most ingenious decision, I think, as my brain turns to mush between my ears. I can't wait any longer, and neither can you.

I pull out the lube, labeled Fuck Sauce, hastily unscrewing the bottle that looks a bit like Elmer's glue into the squishy, and now very wet, tube.

"This is warming lube. You'll feel it in a minute. Tastes like cinnamon, too!" I approach you tentatively and hold it out for you to touch and smell. Your eyes go round as your finger squelches inside of the tube.

You sniff your finger, and then your tongue darts out to lick.

You blink wide-eyed, then take your whole finger into your mouth. My eyes flutter at the sight. You really have no clue what you do to me, my precious cow.

I choke back a moan. "You like that?" I say evenly.

"Mhmm!" you practically moo. "Oho!" you leap at my hand that cups your backside, getting intimately close. I rub soothing circles around the heated skin, my breath on the nape of your neck.

While you're distracted, I push the bucket over the stall door with my foot, positioning it so it sits below the glory hole. You gasp and your voice catches high in your throat as the stroker comes down around your hard cock.

"Yeah, that feel good Bessy?"

You pant as you're swallowed whole and it stills around you. A low moan escapes your throat when I pump it once, then still, then again. Your whole body shivers in reaction to the devastatingly slow pace.

I keep this teasing pace for maybe a solid few minutes before you're flushed and practically scrambling at the stall, biting your lip hard to keep yourself from begging.

"Can you feel the heat yet?" I laugh.

You nod.

Of course, you do. If I were less tasteful, I might make a crack about preparing your body for the grill. I put your Grade A meat to much better use, I think.

Lewd, wet squelching fills the barn as the toy sucks you into its warm mouth. You tighten your grip on the door as finally I get those delicious moans that spill shamelessly from your mouth.

I tighten my own grip around the toy, pumping you in deep, steady strokes. My other hand slides upward, encouraging you to thrust deeper with rhythmic circles on the small of your back.

You almost speak, but your words turn to mindless gibberish. Your tits squeeze closer together as your arms pull in on themselves and you bow forward.

Getting overstimulated. The hand at your back slides down, expertly spreading your cheeks to finger your hole just a bit. You gasp as the air is knocked from your lungs and you thrust hard forward.

"Give me your milk, little cow. Don't hold back. You're doing so good for me Bessy. Come for Sir now."

My hand squeezes and pumps fast, my thumb rubbing the head of your cock with each pass. You thrust once, twice, then your hips still. You throw your head back, skin flushing hot as your whole body trembles.

You let out a scream as ropes of milky white come paint my hand and fall into the bucket below.

"Good cow, good, good Bessy," I whisper. Pumping at the same pace. It must feel like a hot iron, I speculate, grinning while my own arousal simmers under my skin.

You back away from the glory hole, and you exit the stroker with a pop. I chuckle. "You're a good cow. This is more than enough milk for my morning coffee."

I take the bucket and uncap the top of my insulated mug, pouring the come into the mug before taking a sip. "Cinnamon is complementary to the taste of your milk, little cow."

I wipe the froth from my lip. You stare at me, round-eyed and innocent as ever. I sigh contently, then drink the mug almost all the way down.

However, a devious little thought enters my mind just then. I sip the rest into my mouth but I don't swallow it. Instead, I come over to you, grab the sides of your face, and mother-bird the come latte into your mouth.

You choke in surprise but you drink it down. I grin, more than satisfied you got a taste of your hard effort. I sigh again, this time a bit forlorn.

"Well, I guess it's time for me to mosey on out of here and start my d-ay-hey!" I'm interrupted, as you pull me into your stall. "What in tarnation?!"

You shut me up with a real, passionate kiss. I get out a questioning sound before you hastily undo my trousers, the belt coming undone and the zipper loosening my pants as you pull them off of me.

I don't even fight this. We both know that I need it. After all of these years of milking, the old farmer has only experienced such pleasures vicariously.

"You sure are forwa-ahh-hah!" I shudder as you take the tender skin under my earlobe into your mouth and suck. I still and go silent as you palm me through my briefs, so damp they glide on your hand with slick.

My skin catches fire when your fingers begin to move against me.

"Yes, yes, yes," I whisper as I rut uncontrolled into your hand, fingers making me spiral fast toward orgasm. I squeeze my eyes shut. I press into your body, my breath stilling as I concentrate, chasing that high.

It stops.

I gasp and pull out of your hold with an annoyed look. "Hey, wha-oh." You push me onto my knees, then pull them up so that I'm positioned back to the hay-riddled floor, losing my hat in the process.

I really can't complain about what happens next. I flush further as you make quick work of rolling down my briefs, wet and exposed to the cool air.

It's a contrast to your lips, hot kisses between my thighs. "Oh mother of fuck," I moan, deep and low. You drag broad, flat licks up my cunt, and I am wheezing, scrambling at the ground.

My hands find a place tangled in your hair as you go to town. "I don't know what went through your little, ngh, cow hea-ah-ead to do thi-ahh!"

My voice pitches up as you bob your head up and down on that sensitive bud, focusing on it as you suckle and lick at the nerves ablaze in that hot mouth.

I don't know whether to pull your head down or push you away, too much and not enough at the same time. You mercilessly grip my hips and suck hard.

Filling my vision with white. I scream and thrash as I topple harshly over the edge. You don't stop. You hold my thighs open and you keep going at the same pace as if my whole body isn't an inferno.

I'm too weak to push you away, though, as I try to wrestle out of your grasp with the effort of a bucking bronco. You make me come until I see stars.

I pant heavily, truly unable to come anymore when you scoop me up. I'm weightless, and yet I'm barely able to move enough to roll over onto the patch of hay that is your bedding.

You snuggle down beside me, pulling the blanket over us both. I get out a weak protest, something about tending to the farm. "Shh," you say, wrapping an arm around my stomach.

The morning light dims to black. Maybe it's the high, maybe it's just a silly thought all things considered, that makes me chuckle before I pass out; I never imagined the cow would milk the farmer.

#hucow nsft #trans nsft #st4t nsft #i'm at it again #very sexually frustrated farmer could use a hand or a mouth

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totkdaily · 3 months

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Day 51: Hateno Elections, and Geoglyphs

As the sun rises over Hateno, I have a look at Bolson's houses on the hill. Medda and his daughter Aster have moved into one of them. I give Medda a mushroom for Cece.

There's a girl called Tamana guarding the gate now - though she seems timid. She gives me an egg, and I give her a mushroom. Is that all the mushrooms now? One left.

Manny doesn't need a mushroom, but I do hand over his frogs. He gives me some rushrooms in return. He hasn't found any of the other ninety frogs he thinks he needs yet, so I don't think he'll be bothering Ivee anytime soon.

An old guy called Tokk is hanging out outside the farm - I must have passed him three or four times and not noticed. I give him a mushroom.

I report back to Cece and Sophie, and we head to the mayoral election.

The debate does not go well - and Sophie's had enough. Good for her!

She calls Cece out in front of everyone - and then Clavia calls Reede out! They agree that Hateno needs both new and old - so they're working together? No election after all.

I meet Cece at the clothing shop - and she gives me that bold hat! I'll… probably wear it…

She plans on stocking clothing from our forebears from now on. It's clothing from my time, 100 years ago. It's strange to remember that I was born before most of these people's grandparents. Just me and Zelda - and Impa, Purah and Robbie, of course.

The first person I run into outside is Seldon - Cece's dad! He compliments my hat.

I also chat to Meeshy. She tells me about that stone statue cave as a location for Misko's clothing, but I've already found that one.

Before I leave, I head up the hill behind my - Zelda's - house. I haul a korok up halfway to meet a friend, then go the rest of the way myself.

There's a Satori blossom tree up here.

I offer the Satori a tomato, and mark the banners. I've already found the closest caves. I'll get to the others someday. Right now, I think I want to head for Tarrey Town. I want to check the town is alright since the Upheaval.

I teleport to the Eldin Tower and intend to glide towards Akkala - but then I see a geoglyph that looks like the Purah Pad, and dive down.

A vision. I see...

Raura takes Zelda to meet Mineru - another Zonai! Mineru seems of a kind with Zelda - knowledgeable, curious. She knows of these secret stones, and what she says supports my theory - Zelda's stone only amplifies her time power, the same power that Sonia's stone amplifies. Almost as if they're the same stone.

But they don't know how Zelda can get back to her time. Back to me. The only way they know is the long way round - immortality, and not even Purah's way. Immortality as a dragon, losing yourself in the process. Zelda, don't. Trust me. Let me find a way to reach you. I remember her resolve at the altar, and beg her to wait for me, knowing that whatever she's decided has already happened.

These visions always leave me at a loss. I have to keep going. I was aiming for Akkala. I spend the rest of the night cutting across country to Foothill Stable.

Everyone here is… in their pants? Bougan tells me it's on Princess Zelda's orders.

"We will only find our future if we chart a new course, leaving the safety of indoor study for exploration in the wild. So, prepare your mind and body, and then explore in underpants."

The first bit sounds like my Zelda, but… is this another trick from the imposter somehow? What would be the point of getting researchers to strip?

I feel like this will make more sense in the light of day. In the meantime, I climb up to the shrine.

#totkdaily #day 51 #totk #loz #legend of zelda #zelda

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defeateddetectives · 1 month

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9 Fandom Peeps to Get to Know Better

thank youuu @coquelicoq for the tag! yes this is an entire month late because of who i am as a person :'D

3 ships you like: actually gonna give some real estate to the ones i have NOT been rotating nonstop on this space like a rotisserie chicken lately to mix things up!

1) hiyakawa/mikado (the night beyond the tricornered window) - a plug for my tiny, spooky, hilarious and obscure af manga series that blindsided me with its pathos (and because i want everyone to read it and then create some very niche fan-content for me specifically! :D wait who said that!) emotionally oblivious loser 4 emotionally oblivious loser!!! except they're emotionally oblivious in fun, complementary ways! their whole journey is absolutely bonkers and unexpectedly heartfelt, and yes, exorcism should be this hot always!

2) natsume/tanuma (natsume yuujinchou) - i know that no one will believe me when i say that this is still THE natsume yuujinchou ship to me at the end of the day! something something if i loved it less i might be able to talk about it more! but lonely kids finding one another and making each other's lives SO MUCH BETTER solely for existing in each other's orbit and being such a paragon of healthy, functional communication and trust and growing connection that still floors me to this day (and with such courage and eloquence that most adults still cannot manage...i say...sideeyeing two v specific adults)!!! theirs was the thread that pulled me into the series to begin with (i literally just watched all the tanuma eps on first pass) and i'm still so grateful for them and everything about them

3) jack rackham/anne bonny (black sails) - platonic/queerplatonic/romantic/whichever combo or other nebulous way you slice it! THE soulmates of all time that haunt me on the regular and really said to the audience: watch us take your expectations and definitions and parameters of love, joyfully smash it to smithereens, and create something so tremendously unrecognizable and beautiful. truly partners till they put us in the fucking ground!!!

first ship ever: the first fanfic i stumbled upon in my life featured taichi and yamato from digimon adventure. i still remember this because it was interspersed with an edit of yamato in a dress and posted on ye olde personal webpages and shown to me by a school friend, both of us looking like the :o face incarnate. we were Babies. it was a Time. i don't even think i knew what a ship was at the time but hashtag formative things!

last song you heard: it's been a grimes & janelle monae - venus fly kinda day

favourite childhood book: soft spot for whitechurch by chris lynch forever. i think i read it maybe in high school? it rewired my brain and is probably a huge part of why i am the way i am/write the way i do subconsciously.

currently reading: does vi bullying me into danmei count? in which case, global examination....at snail's pace. in this house we love and appreciate a good arson!

currently watching: recently started rewatching the original a:tla for the first time since it finished airing after trying and failing miserably with the live action :( only a few episodes in but augh its still so good and some things hit even harder with foreknowledge. there will never really be another character arc like zuko's ever again.

currently consuming: a smoothie! i've discovered i am a fan of almond butter when dunked in a blender with berries, yogurt and milk. 11/10 would recommend!

currently craving: earlier today i was daydreaming of bbq so let's go with that

super low pressure tagging @endless-season @half-infinite @argyros @fadedclxssic @caroline-hill @kastellaran @doubleboyfriend @constastan @spookirou and as always, everyone is welcome to steal

#memetime

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natlacentral · 2 months

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DALLAS LIU SEES YOUR TIKTOK THIRST-TRAP EDITS OF HIM

Dallas Liu may be playing the Zuko in Netflix’s live-action adaptation of Avatar: The Last Airbender, but you won’t catch him with the Fire Nation prince’s restrictive, gravity-defying ponytail in real life.

“I would never, ever out of my own personal choice rock the ponytail. It’s a haircut that not even cosplayers are willing to take on,” he tells NYLON. “I can gladly say that I would not recommend it to anyone.” But the 22-year-old actor does admit to what fans of the original animated series have known since the show debuted back in 2015: “The ponytail does look super badass on screen.”

Liu says he knew the challenge of bringing such a beloved character to life, but not only did he grow up watching the animated series and loving the Fire Nation prince for his fierce loyalty, but the show inspired him to start practicing martial arts. Ahead, Liu takes on the NYLON 19, revealing his thoughts on ghosts (or “spirits,” as he prefers to call them), TikTok thirst-trap edits of himself, and more.

1. WHAT’S YOUR ASTROLOGICAL SIGN (AND DO YOU BELIEVE IN IT)?

I am a Leo! Unfortunately, I don’t believe in it because of my experience meeting people with the same birthday, but us being different personality-wise.

2. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS (AND HAVE YOU EVER SEEN ONE)?

Yes, most definitely. Although I think the word “spirits” would be a better way to define it. I’ve never seen one — thank God — but I have felt uneasy in very old hotels or rooms that have a very long history.

3. WHO WOULD BE THE THREE HEADLINERS OF THE MUSIC FESTIVAL OF YOUR DREAMS?

Dominic Fike, Beach House, and Sade.

4. WHAT'S A BAD HABIT OF YOURS THAT YOU'VE BEEN MEANING TO FIX?

Honestly, I’m so bad at parking my car. Not that I’m bad at driving, but when it comes to parallel parking or even in a parking lot, I don’t put much thought into it.

5. WHAT WAS THE LAST INTERNET RABBIT HOLE YOU WENT DOWN?

I spend too many nights doom-scrolling on Instagram or TikTok, but it was probably a compilation of Avatar: The Last Airbender lore.

6. DESCRIBE YOUR WORST DATE IN THREE WORDS OR PHRASES.

Short, McDonald’s, Black Ice Car Freshener

7. WHAT WAS THE LAST DM YOU RECEIVED?

My friend sent me a TikTok thirst-trap edit of myself this morning which was interesting.

8. IF YOU COULD BE IN ANY MUSIC VIDEO, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

I would have to say either the music video for Bow Wow’s “Let Me Hold You” or Chris Brown’s “Yo (Excuse Me Miss)” just because the music videos in the ‘00s were just built differently.

9. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CONCERT, AND WHAT ARE YOUR MEMORIES OF IT?

Daniel Caesar performing in LA for his Case Study 01: Tour. It was my first one, so I remember everything about it. At the time, he was taking the music industry by storm and I was a major fan, so that concert was everything to me. I also was introduced to how much of a different experience listening to live music is.

10. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE AS A KID?

The Polar Express.

11. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE MEME/INTERNET JOKE AND WHY?

The personality that comes with wearing a fedora. It’s always funny to me and forever will be. Maybe one day I’d get to play a character that wears a fedora. Maybe Zuko.

12. WHAT'S YOUR GO-TO BREAKUP SONG?

“I Gotta Find Peace of Mind” by Lauryn Hill.

13. WHAT IS ONE THING EVERYONE SHOULD BUY THAT IS UNDER $10?

A sweet latte with oat milk from Blue Bottle. A must. Just try it. It’s so good. I could live off of it.

14. WHAT PIECE OF CLOTHING FROM HIGH SCHOOL DO YOU WISH YOU KEPT?

My vintage Green Day shirt. It had the perfect shade of a faded black and the fit of it was immaculate.

15. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PAIR OF SHOES THAT YOU OWN, AND WHY?

Military boots because they look the coolest.

16. WHAT IS YOUR GO-TO SAD SONG?

Anything by Elliott Smith or Duster.

17. WHAT REALITY SHOW WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO APPEAR ON?

Love Island UK.

18. WHAT IS YOUR BEST BEAUTY TIP OR TRICK?

Korean skincare products.

19. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FAST-FOOD PLACE, AND WHAT’S YOUR ORDER?

Wingstop: four lemon pepper classic and four original hot classic, all flats. Lemon pepper seasoned fries cooked well done. A side of ranch and bleu cheese. Root beer.

#natla #atla #netflix avatar #netflix atla #avatar the last airbender #dallas liu #avatar netflix #atla netflix #nylon #interview #fun & games

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mydarllinglover · 11 months

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Alone || Making Friends

The time had come when the girls could eat on their own, they were ten months old, twelve weeks since Carols visit, and her words hung over the household, it got Natalia thinking about someone else, as well.

Natalia woke up early one frosty morning, the rest of the house was asleep, including Daryl.

She slowly and silently got out of the bed, making sure her missing presence wouldn't wake him up.

Natalia dressed up warm, her eyes stayed on the sleeping body, he was a light sleeper, she only had one shot.

Daryl, haven't done a runner just yet, had to take care of something, will be back later, take care of my girls. You know why I didn't tell you, don't bother, you wouldn't of even let me leave the walls if I asked , you'll forgive me, it's why I'm coming back when it's dark ;), love Nat. She scribbled on a note, leaving it on her pillow.

She then left the bedroom, sneaking into Evie's.

"Mom?" Evie whispered, rolling over and half opening her eyes.

"Hey, sweet girl." Natalia smiled at her, brushing her hair out of her sleepy face. "I'm gonna pop out for a lil bit, I'm gonna be back after dinner, wanted to say bye before I went."

"Where are you going?" She rubbed her eyes. "I'll go with you."

"No, it's okay, I just gotta go see an old friend, it's still cold out, don't wanna get you sick before your tenth birthday, 'Sides, need ya to help out Dad today, gonna be the first time he's gotta look after the girls on his own, and he don't know yet."

"And he's gonna need all the help he can get."

"Yeah, he does." Natalia laughed. "Love you, kid." She kissed her head.

"Love you, Mom." She kissed her head back.

"Maybe visit Aaron, see what he's up to today."

"Yeah, good idea." Evie nodded.

"Alright, go back to bed." She tucked the girl in extra tight, before leaving her room, going in the last one.

Daisy and Bambi were already stood up, clinging onto the bars of the crib as they bounced on the mattress, they'd have to get them a bigger, proper bed in the next few months.

"Mama." Daisy cooed.

"Mama, Mama." Bambi repeated, sucking on her finger.

"Hi, babies." Natalia beamed, keeping her voice low as she rushed towards the crib, wrapping her arms around her daughters. "Hi, hey."

"Hi Mama." Daisy copied, waving her hand.

"Hi." Bambi babbled.

"Hey." The cuteness overload was enough to make her want to stay home instead, her nor Daryl had left the twins alone since the day they were born, the furthest apart was a few hours from their bedrooms. "Mommy's gotta go out, but I'll be back soon, can you say bye-bye? Bye-bye."

"Bye-bye, Momma." Bambi rubbed her face as she placed her tiny hand on Natalia's cheek.

"Yeah? Daisy-Waisy, bye-bye?" Natalia asked, stroking Bambi's curls.

"Bye Momma." Daisy added, laying her head on Natalia, her arms around her.

"I love you girls, so, so much." She weeped, smiling as she hugged them. "Be good for Daddy and Evie. Can I have a kiss?"

Both girls took in turn to kiss their mom before she eventually had to leave.

"Where are you heading off to?"

Natalia was attempting to sneak out the gates without being stopped, but Laura, who was on watch, had other plans.

"Just getting some fresh air." Natalia answered, shielding her eyes from the rising sun.

"Bullshit. 'Fess up right now or I'm getting Daryl." Laura threatened.

"You know I'm not your captive anymore, right? Haven't been for a long time. Daryl, my husband, knows what I'm doing, no need to go running off and snitching, I'm a grown woman."

"Liar, Dixon."

"Yeah, well, I'll be back later, remind him one of us has to stay here when he comes looking."

"Nat..." Laura felt uneasy lying to the man, the very overprotective scary man, she respected him a lot, and Laura could handle her shit, but, there was a reason she surrendered so easily on that hill, the both of them could be a terrifying threat, especially with twin babies fucking up their schedules. "You sure you're ready?"

"Laura, mind your business and do your job." Natalia finalised, leaving Alexandra with nothing but her weapons and a set of photographs.

She trekked through the woods for a couple of hours, trying to remember the vague route from so long ago, so far only taking out a handful of walkers.

"You ain't pregnant again, so what the hell are you doing back on my land?" That familiar voice floated through the air.

Natalia spun on her heel, staring down the barrel of the shotgun that was aimed between her eyes.

"Looking for you, obviously." Natalia automatically raised her hands above her head in surrender.

"Why?" Leah asked.

Natalia thought on it for a moment, eventually forming an adequate statement that hopefully let her leave the woods alive in the next few hours.

"Wanted to give you an update, on the girls, all three of them."

"What makes you think I care?" She slowly began lowering the gun.

"Nothing, but you did help me, you saved our lives, something's gotta give in that cold black heart of yours."

"Watch it, pipsqueak."

"Still don't scare me, G.I. Jane."

"The gun should." She raised it again.

"Nah, being shot ain't that bad, long as it's not fatal, I'll get through it." Natalia shrugged.

"Weird little thing." Leah muttered, unimpressed by her casualness, lowering the gun once more.

"So, you gonna be rude and make us chit chat outside, or you gonna invite me into your home, again?"

Leah scoffed, but turned her back, walking through the woods, Natalia followed.

"You find your kid?" Leah asked as they walked through the tree's, the cabin was close.

"Oh, yeah. She was back by the time I got there, I tend to overreact a lot when I'm stressed and under pressure."

"I gathered that." She clipped. "What even happened?"

Natalia thought about it for a second, wondering whether she wanted to share with the stranger, if it were safe to?

"She was taken." Natalia started, choosing her words carefully. "Her and all the children in our community, including my niece. Evie's the oldest out of all of them, and she protected them until my husband and my best friend could find them."

"That's tough." Leah sighed.

"Yeah, let's just say we're not exactly recruiting at the moment."

"Good."

Willow jogged towards them, sniffing Natalia who was quick to pet the dog.

"Hey!" She said, excitedly. "How are you?"

"Stop babying my dog." Leah told her.

"But she is a baby, you're just a precious lil baby, huh?"

Natalia looked up at the woman, who was staring at her, unimpressed, she wondered if her ponytail was too tight, why she seemed to be in a constant bad mood.

"Don't talk to her like that." Leah pressed.

"Sorry, I've been around nothing but babies and toddlers for months." Natalia stood up straight.

"Y'know, it took me weeks to scrub the couch clean." Leah admitted, when they walked into the wooden cabin.

"I brought pictures." Natalia waved the handful of photographs that Evie had been snapping throughout the months, ignoring her comment. "You wanna see them?"

Leah looked at her again, she was stiff and her face was blank, but she sat down on the couch next to the smaller woman, anyway.

Natalia smirked to herself, the strange scary woman was warming up to her.

She showed her the small stack of photo's, the first one was of the girls in their highchairs, Natalia's back was also in the corner of the picture, a spoon leading to Daisy's mouth, another hand was leading a spoon to Bambi's.

"These are the twins, obviously." Natalia said. "That's Dase, and that's Bam." She pointed.

"They're... indentical." She stated. "But not."

"I know, right." Natalia smiled at her. "So weird."

"Do they get theirs curls from the father?"

"Huh? Oh, no, the only thing that gives that man volume is the lack of a hairbrush, I used to have curly hair as a kid, before I discovered flat irons and grew it out."

"It' a risk having hair as long as yours." It was a reach, Natalia's hair wasn't much longer than the woman's, she just preferred to have it down.

"Isn't everything these days?" She shrugged, flipping to the next photo, Evie was reading the girls a story as they were all tucked up in Daryl and Natalia's bed.

"Is that Evie?"

"Yeah, she's nearly ten."

"She's pretty."

"She is, Evie's a great kid, I'm really glad she took an interest in us, her dad, her bio dad, said that me and Daryl were the only people she actually bothered to talk to, in the community, after we'd only arrived like a few days prior."

"So it was fate." Leah mused, but she seemed far away in her own head.

"I guess, yeah." Natalia had a soft smile on her face as she stared down at her lap, switching the photo's, the one of Daryl and the girls star gazing.

"That your husband?" Leah asked.

"Yep, that's my Daryl."

"Hm."

"What?" Natalia looked at the woman, who seemed to be fixated on the photo, making her want to switch to the next one.

"Nothing, just, uh, I wasn't expecting him to look like that."

"Uh huh..."

"No, not like in a bad way, just that... I don't know, I don't really know, she's got his eyes, but I can see they're the spitting image of you." Leah tried to steer the conversation, pointing at Bambi, Natalia took the bait.

"You think so?"

"Yeah, the older they're getting, the more they're starting to look like you."

"Here, the fabric you used to swaddle them out of here, turned them into blankets for the girls." The next picture was of the twins in their cribs, after waking up from a nap, both clinging onto the cloths in one arm, their bunnies in their clutches, their hair was in matted curls, they were about five months old, in the picture.

"Cute bunnies, you base each of them around that colour." Leah alluded their matching pyjamas to the colour of the teddy.

"Yeah, they're twins, so you know, I think it's cute, one of my best friends, my husbands brother, he was really looking forward to them being here. More than us, at the time." She chuckled. "He uh, he gave them to me when we set up their nursery."

"Where is he now?" Leah asked.

"Gone." Natalia looked down. "He's just gone, something happened and he disappeared, we still have hope that he's out there, we're gonna find him one day, just focusing on the girls right now."

"Do you think you'll find him?"

"Course I do. Yeah, He's got a daughter to get back to, and a son to meet, he's out there, I know it."

Just like she had told Daryl in her note, she was back at night, Rosita had let her in, as she was on watch.

"Good luck." Was how she greeted her.

"That bad, huh?"

"Evie practically threw a tantrum to stall him so Michonne or Aaron could convince him you could handle yourself."

"I taught her well." Natalia shrugged.

"Hey, listen, in case I don't catch you tomorrow, uh, I'm leaving."

"You're leaving?" Natalia furrowed her brows.

"Yeah, only for a little while, Tara and I, we've been missing each other real bad, and she seemed stressed out when I talked to her earlier, so I just wanna go up there, and make sure she's alright and everything, won't be for too long." Rosita explained. "I would've said bye tomorrow, but whilst I had you here, and you're not running off for nap time, or food time, or cause someone's crying, and your not covered in mush or puke-"

"I get it, Ro, thanks."

"Anyways, was wondering if you had a picture of the girls I could borrow, to take with me so I can show everyone up Hilltop the prized Dixon twins, I already got one of RJ."

"The prized Dixon twins." Natalia snorted, but she grabbed the pile of photos from her pocket, flicking through them for the most UpToDate one.

The girls were sat in the bathtub, Daryl had over done it with the bubbles, that they were supposed to use sparingly, they were almost drowning in them, their little faces poking out with giant, cheesy smiles on their faces as their curls stuck to their foreheads, their little button noses were scrunched up and their two front teeth were being shown off, Natalia couldn't stop giggling at how cute they were, when she took the picture.

"Here, it's from last week." She handed it to Rosita, "I want it back though, it's my favourite."

"Nat, your girls are lucky they grew up here instead of the old world, otherwise I woulda beat your ass for not putting them in beauty pageants, the sorta money we'd be raking in with these two."

"Oh my god, my mom used to force me to do them, till I was four." Natalia laughed, completely forgetting that fact about herself, that seemed like three lifetimes ago.

"That doesn't even surprise me." Rosita rolled her eyes with a smile.

"Alright I gotta go, give Maggie, Jesus, Tara and Hershel my best."

"Will do." She saluted as Natalia walked down the road.

"Evie, what are you doing?" Natalia asked, stopping at the steps where her daughter was sat, the steps in front of the window of Negan's cell.

Evie jumped up, cutting herself off from whatever she had previously been telling the window, the shock on her face at being caught, let Natalia know that she didn't intent to be found out, she'd knew neither parent would like this.

"Mom, you're back." She gasped, her eyes still wide.

"What are you doing, Evelyn." Her tone was serious, but she tried to keep her anger at bay, letting the girl explain herself. "Does Dad know what you're up to?"

"Yeah... No." She looked down, shaking her head. "He's at home, putting the girls to bed and waiting for you to get back."

"So what are you doing out here, here! Do you have any idea of what time it is? And you snuck out?"

"I didn't sneak out!" She denied.

"Oh, you didn't huh? So, what? You just casually told Dad you were going on a late night stroll, to right here, and sit and have a nice lil convo, and he just... just let you, but he doesn't know you're here because he forgot, did I get that right?"

"No, mom, it's not like that, I was just-"

"Enough."

"Let me explain-" Evie pleaded.

"No. You're grounded, Evelyn. I catch you here again, and I might just let Dad know what you were up to, see what he thinks about that."

"You're not going to tell him?" She looked back up.

"Course not, run along, now, tell him I'm on my way, and I meant what I said." She pointed down the street, towards their home.

"Mom, I'm real sorry, It won't happen again, I promise."

"It better not, go." She watched Evie run down the street, until, she disappeared behind the front door.

Natalia walked towards the second set of the steps, walking down them and entering the cell, for the first time in over a year.

Negan was already waiting for her arrival, sat on his cot, his chin resting on his palm, he looked tired, she didn't care.

"Talk to my daughter, ever again, and I will slit your throat, and this time, Siddiq won't save you." She told him, in a low voice.

"You wanna even know what she was telling me?" He asked.

"No."

"She was telling me how happy you are." He continued, anyway.

"So?" Natalia folded her arms across her chest, unimpressed as she raised a brow.

"She was telling me how happy you are, with Daryl, raising your kids together, practically shoving it in my face." This information threw Natalia off, making her feel a little guilty for telling the girl off, maybe even a little proud. "Wanted me to know, that despite everything I did to the pair of you, you manged to still be happy, with each other, as a family."

"We are very happy." She backed up the source.

"Does she know?" He asked.

"What, Negan?" Natalia sighed.

"Why they're dead? The reason you made me kill them, she know that her own Mommy and Daddy are stone cold killers, who got their friends killed."

Natalia froze up, almost choking on her breath as her hands turned clammy.

"Shut up." She gritted through her teeth.

"You both gonna teach the twins your ways, how to sneak weapons on them, kill someone in the dark, stab someone in the back, beat them to death with a pole, how to ambush a whole group of people who just want to live, turn them into lil killers an'all?"

"Stop." She took a step forward, her nails digging into the palm of her hand.

"Awee, don't kill me just yet, Moore, turn it into a lesson for them, show 'em what happens when Mommy can't admit to what she is, no matter how much she pretends to act like a doting wife and loving mother, that ain't you, Natty, you're a killer, just like me, hell, if you were with me, instead of them, you'd be sitting in this cell right here." He slapped the seat next to him. "Nah, they woulda killed ya, cause you're too dangerous, they know me, they know what I'm capable of, and still, after all this time, you're still full of surprises, sneaking out when the house is asleep, going off an' doing whatever it was you decided to spend your day on, by the looks of you, killing, slaughtering, they know about that, huh? You can pretend how much you like, neither of you are fit for this, hell, the only reason he's staying behind the walls is cause you got him trapped like a dog no more than I did, he woulda left this place in the dust, and everyone with it, guess you can be proud of that. Or, does he stick around, cause he don't trust you with them, don't think you can keep 'em safe when he ain't around, I mean, couldn't keep the first two alive, what's three more, right? That's why he never leaves ya alone with them, won't stray too far, thinks about before, them kids, couldn't even protect them, what's changed? You only became more of a threat."

Natalia lunged for him, the bars preventing her from actually getting to the man, she held on to the metal as she fought back tears, staring at him with pure hatred.

"Shut up. Shut up, shut up, shut up!" She cursed. "I'm not." She shook her head, she felt like she was losing her mind, but she couldn't help it, here she was, trying to put on a brave front, like everything was fine and she had it all figured out, and he stripped her of the whole façade, leaving her with the thoughts that had been circling her mind for months, it was true, everything he was saying, even the stuff about Daryl, he truly had never left her alone with the twins, never for long, and never far, she had never let herself think why, it made her feel sick when the thoughts danced across her brain.

"Truth hurts, darlin'" He mused, looking sad, facing away from her.

"No, I'm not a killer, I'm not! I'm not like you, I'm nothing like you."

"Tell that to all those people who're dead, you can't cause you killed them. They're all dead because of you, plain and simple Natalia, you ain't a hero, you got more blood on your hands than anyone, I heard the stories, and the times back in Georgia, everyone knows, everyone knows what you are, the only reason anybody keeps you around is cause'ah Daryl, Michonne and what used to be Rick."

Natalia pulled out a knife, watching the man carefully, how his eyes followed the blade, as they lit up, realising this was his chance, he did it, he managed to tick her off enough to end his suffering, and that's when she realised that she played right into his hand.

She threw the knife, it landing upright into his plant pot, shattering it as the hilt imbedded into the soil.

"Oops, must've dropped it." Natalia said, her face was blank as she let go of the anger, washing away his words. "Goodnight, Negan."

"Hey, no! Natalia, get back here! Don't walk away from me" Negan called after her. "Don't, you're a murderer, do what you do best, kill me, kill me!"

"I don't work for you."

She left the cell, letting the few tears, that built up, run free, before wiping them away when she reached her home.

She quietly made her way upstairs, Daryl was sneaking out of the twins room, freezing when he saw her, the blood and gore that stained her face, hair and clothes, his expression instantly turned stony, he was mad at her, still, but he was worried.

"Just walkers." Natalia whispered, continuing up the stairs and making her way to their room, and towards the bathroom, he followed.

"Girl's are asleep." He muttered, leaning against the wall of the bathroom, his arms folded across his chest, whilst she fiddled with the shower. "Took ages cause they wanted their Momma."

A small smile graced her face as she checked the temperature of the running water.

"Where'd you go?" Daryl asked.

"Just... something I'm working on." She answered, starting to peel her clothes off.

"What, you ain't gonna bother telling me? You sneak off before the suns even up, leaving me a fucking note, whilst they all got goodbyes, come home, like that, an' you won't even tell me what you were up to? Nat-"

"You trust me, right?" She asked, it was a test, she had to prove Negan wrong. "Daryl, do you trust me?"

"Don't pull that shit." He pointed at her, pushing off the wall. "You know full well I trust you with my life, don' mean you get to lie and go behind my back, what were you doing?"

"I'm working on something, 'kay?" She took a deep breath in, letting it out as she stepped towards him, beginning to unbutton his shirt. "You know that woman, the one I met in the woods."

"Yeah, Leah."

"Yeah." She pushed his shirt down his arms. "I just... I don't want her to think she's completely alone, guess I'm tryna make friends, I don't know... Sometimes, I just think, what would my life be like if you, Glenn and T-Dog never bothered me, would I be dead, would I have joined a group, other things, I wanna help her."

"Mhm." He grunted.

"I'm sorry for leaving, but I knew that if I didn't go out today, I probably never would. And with everything Carol said, weeks ago, couldn't get it out my mind." She trailed soft kisses across his bare chest, towards his collarbone and up along his throat, as her hands undid the buttons of his jeans, pulling them down.

"Baby." He groaned, his hands landing on her waist, "I know what you're doing, I'm still pissed at ya."

"Show me how much" She rose on her tiptoes, whispering in his ear, with a wicked smile.

One of his hands cupped her face, turning her head to kiss her hard, walking her backwards and into the shower.

She let out a giggle when her back hit the wall, the water falling over them, washing away the mess across her skin as they sucked faces.

"When I woke up, an' you were gone, was so fuckin' mad at ya." Daryl growled, kissing down her neck and across her chest, caressing each breast.

"How mad, baby?" She whined as he continued down her body, getting to his knees.

He ran his hand up her left leg, placing it over his shoulder, opening her up for himself.

"So fuckin' mad, at myself, an'all, maybe I haven't been treating you good enough, haven't been showing you where you belong, who you belong with." He kissed up her thigh's, marking each one as she leaned her head back against the wall, letting out soft mewls, his raspy voice vibrated against her skin, she truly felt that the sound of him talking could undo her, alone.

Natalia screwed her eyes shut, her fingers finding the roots of his hair, pulling on them, as she arched her back, pathetically begging for more of his touch, she truly had taught him well.

"Who you belong with, baby?" He asked, his breath fanning over her wet heat, as his hands rubbed and squeezed her thighs and ass

"You. I belong with you, I'm sorry, I won't ever go without telling you again, please, I- I need you, I belong with you, forever." She pleaded desperately.

"Tha's it, atta girl." He licked up a long strip along her folds, sucking on her clit, causing her to bite her lip, to keep her guttural moan quiet, they had an advantage of the shower blocking out most of their noise, but it wasn't enough to overtake Natalia's cries of pleasure.

He continued to attack her sensitive bud as two fingers entered her, stretching her out for what was to come.

"Dar- Daryl, oh, fuck. Oh, God, I'm so close." Natalia gritted, as she took out her built up frustration on his dark locks, grinding against his face.

At her words, he pulled away, his angry expression returning as he stood up, ignoring her whimper at feeling empty.

"Turn 'round." He ordered.

"Daryl?" She raised her brows, confused over his switch up, her lips pouted, acting innocent.

"Said turn 'round." He growled, "Hands on the wall, thought you were gonna get what you want, after what you pulled, naw, you gon' do what I say, an' you gon' take it, then we'll see if ya actually learn ya lesson, understood?"

She nodded, her eyes still wide.

"Use that pretty mouth of yers."

"I understand."

He couldn't help himself but to kiss her again, she looked so perfect, under the water, as drops hung from her lashes, the soft expression on her face, and how her normally tidy and maintained hair turned frizzy and all over the place.

His hand held the side of her neck as he bruised her lips with his own, letting her taste herself.

Normally, when Daryl was pissed, upset, or angry, he'd hit, hurt or break something, but taking it out on her, like this, was too good of something to pass up, Daryl was the opposite of a selfish lover, if he could, he'd spend all his days just satisfying her, that was enough for him, he didn't need anything in return, the only times he'd ever let her go down on him, is if she wanted to, badly.

But he needed to show her how it made him feel when she ran off, somehow, the woman made him feel like a crazy obsessed lunatic, she had him wrapped around her finger since the day she had that gun pointed at his face, but he'd probably stab you if you mentioned it.

When he felt her get too comfortable with the kiss, he pulled his head away, guiding her to move towards the wall, she did as he said, placing her hands on the wall as he nudged her legs apart, grabbing a hold of her hair as he bent her over slightly.

He pushed himself against her, his other hand holding her hip tightly.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Come on, Daryl, please." She cried, still on the verge, wanting him to just pound inside her, even going to the length of rubbing up against his front, feeling him.

He couldn't hold out any longer, he lined himself up, before ploughing into her, roughly.

Natalia clenched around him, wanting him deeper

She let out a satisfied moan of victory, no matter what, she always got her way.

Daryl found a pace, as he thrusted into her, over and over and over.

"Fuck, baby, hard to stay mad at yer, when you're so fuckin' perfect, wanna be here for the rest of the time I'm breathin'." He grunted, reaching his own high. "Like you were made just for me."

"Yes, yes, oh god." She gasped, the knot tightening.

"You're mine. Ain't ya, you ain't nobodies but mine."

"I'm yours, fuck, nobody does it like you, ruined me forever, can only have you." Her voice rose the closer she got.

She could tell he wasn't far behind, literally and figuratively, by the way his thrusts were getting sloppier and faster, his breathing more laboured.

He held on until she came, tightening around him even more as she released, Daryl continued, bringing a hand round to her bud, circling it firmly as he coaxed her through her high.

When he reached his breaking point, he pulled out, letting himself go, letting the shower wash away his mess.

Once they were both properly showered, Daryl carried her back to their room, throwing her on the bed for the next, third, fourth and fifth round of the night.

The lack of sleep was worth it, they were both satisfied with the results, coming to an agreement, Natalia was still going to meet with the woman in the woods, until she finally came around to her, but she'd at least let Daryl know, and they'd have a repeat of the night every time, to make up for the time apart, which they were both adamant on.

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knickynoo · 10 months

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Back to the Future: The Animated Series, s02ep02 “Put On Your Thinking Caps, Kids! It's Time For Mr. Wisdom!” Review and Commentary

Previous episodes linked here.

In this episode: Old college rivals, volcanoes, and game-show host Marty

Doc's transmission to us in this episode begins at the "Hill Valley Space Center and Air Sickness Clinic," where he's about to take a trip into outer space. The local cable company has recruited him to overhaul their communication satellite. Fancy job!

Doc is especially excited because the cable company has promised him free cable plus premium channels. He goes on to tell us that it isn't his first experience with broadcasting and leads us into the cartoon with, "It all started when Marty was studying for his astronomy class."

Let's see what wacky chain of events happened all because of Marty trying to study, shall we?

We open the cartoon with Marty riding his hoverboard to Doc's house. As usual, he isn't paying any attention to where he's going—on account of he's trying to study while he rides. He glances up just in time to realize that he's about to crash straight into Doc's garage door, which elicits this expression...

After flying into the garage, Doc shows him his new invention: M.A.R.I.E (Memory Archive Recall Indexer and Enhancer). It's a machine that helps the user to recall any memory.

Doc demonstrates, putting on a helmet and proceeding to look like he's being electrocuted. There's lots of zapping and flashing and thrashing, which happens so quickly that you can't really fully appreciate all the faces Doc makes unless you continuously go back through the scene and pause it. Which is what I did. Here are some highlights.

Ridiculous.

Marty needs help studying for his science test. Doc won't give him any answers, but he does tell Marty he's free to use the library in the house. However, I have a sneaking suspicion that Marty will end up using this new machine to enhance his memory. Hmm...

We go check in on Verne then, who is tuning in for his favorite show, Mr. Wisdom. Jules, who is also in the room, voices his disapproval of both Verne sitting so close to the TV and Mr. Wisdom, who he says is a "phony." Verne doesn't care, though, and becomes overjoyed when he learns that Mr. Wisdom is traveling around on his bus and will be visiting Hill Valley the following day. Marty says he wants to go too since he'd rather ask Mr. Wisdom his science questions instead of actually looking through books for the answers.

Doc enters the room and freaks out at seeing Mr. Wisdom on the screen, but we don't get a reason as to why.

The next day, Marty and Verne venture over to Lone Pine Mall to meet Mr. Wisdom. Marty is less than impressed when Mr. Wisdom appears on stage for all of 10 seconds before directing the audience full of children to the gift shop and then literally vanishing in a flash of smoke and light??

We soon learn that Mr. Wisdom isn't the fun, goofy show host that he appears to be. Back on his bus, he's calculating how much money he's gotten out of "those little twerps." A small child finds his way onto the bus to ask for an autograph, and Mr. Wisdom opens A TRAP DOOR that the kid falls into. He is not a nice guy. This is him, btw. (in his Mr. Wisdom form, at least. It's revealed that this is a mask he puts on)

Yeah, that looks like a guy who would use trapdoors to make children disappear.

Verne talks Marty into going onto the bus to meet Mr. Wisdom, where the man soon learns who Verne's father is. "Emmett Lathrop Brown?!" he exclaims, to which Marty reacts with amusement at learning Doc's middle name. (do you really expect me to believe that Marty wouldn't have known this already??)

Anyway, if there are two good things the animated series gave us, it's Doc and Marty's middle names. This also makes me think of that strange little "theory" that's been floating around since forever that claims Doc's first and middle names read backward is "time portal." Ttemme Porhtal. I mean. Lathrop could for sure be read as "portal" but it's a stretch with Emmett. Though, "time" spelled backward can be read as "emit."

I digress...

Mr. Wisdom says that Emmett is his dearest old friend and suggests he go home with the boys to surprise him. Let's see how that goes.

After being left alone in the garage, Mr. Wisdom does some snooping around and takes a look at some of Doc's inventions. He's particularly intrigued when he finds the DeLorean, saying, "Could it be? His old college dream? Oh, not a flux capacitor!" And I take issue with this line because didn't Doc only come up with the flux capacitor that night he hit his head? This cartoon just does whatever it wants, though, so I shouldn't be surprised.

Doc isn't happy in the slightest to find his old college acquaintance in his house and runs him right out. When Marty and Verne question what the problem is, Doc tells them the story involves a long flashback, which we then go into. It all starts at the college Doc attended.

What a great name for a college.

Doc and Mr. Wisdom, whose real name is Walter, were roommates and frat brothers apparently. Here they are in happier times:

They're preparing for a science convention, and it becomes clear right away that Walter is jealous of Doc's inventions and his intelligence. When the day of the award ceremony comes, Walter wins after having stolen Doc's invention—the perpetual motion hula hoop. From there, Walter went on to sign a deal with a toy company, became wealthy, and was given his own science show. Doc finishes telling his tale with tears in his eyes (he's cutting onions while he tells it, lol).

Later that night, Walter Wisdom sneaks into Doc's lab to steal some of his inventions. Doc, Jules, and Verne wake up just in time to see the DeLorean speed off, and they manage to get a look at the date and location on the time circuits by using a specialized camera. His destination is ancient Egypt. Doc gathers the boys (including Marty, who had still been at the house trying to study) and they take off after Walter. Their excursion to Egypt lasts all of 30 seconds, though, as Walter changes course and programs the car to go to Krakatoa in 1883. Doc shoots out a rope and plunger-type device from the train that connects to the DeLorean, so they get pulled right along to the next time period. Once there, Walter flies the car over a volcano and cuts the rope, sending the train hurtling toward doom.

The train is immediately swallowed by lava. Goodbye Doc, Marty, Jules, and Verne. It's been real.

Meanwhile, back in the present day, Clara has woken up and is wondering where everyone is. She catches a broadcast that Mr. Wisdom is doing where he's advertising his new invention: a DeLorean time machine. Thankfully, his evil plans are crushed before anything can come of his little late-night commercial when Doc and the gang walk onto his stage. Yes, they're alive! And they look like this!

Doc just happened to have several of his "full-body oven mitts" on board the train, which protected them all from the lava. (I would very much like to know why Doc didn't just invent. Like. Regular looking suits that protect against fire. In what world is this a practical design? But it is very funny.)

Things continue to get even wackier when—after Walter and Doc argue for a bit over who's the "real" inventor—Marty proposes they settle it via an impromptu game show. ???? I guess to prove to the audience watching at home that Walter is a liar and thief?

So. Yeah, they throw together a whole elaborate game show with lights and flashing signs and such. They bring out each of the inventions Walter has stolen and challenge him to explain them, and when he can't, the points go to Doc. Marty's the host. It's all extremely silly.

I do like that Doc and his sons have matching pajamas. (But I must point out that only Doc was wearing them when they embarked on their journey in the train a few scenes prior. Jules had on a beige colored night-shirt, and Verne was wearing red pjs. So...this seems like an error. Which is par for the course for this show; there are SO many mistakes that I catch.)

The game show shenanigans come to an end when Walter attempts to use M.A.R.I.E. and fails to use the correct settings, causing him to have his memory wiped. Doc and the boys head home, and all is well.

We end the episode with Doc in outer space, where he's busy fixing the satellite. There isn't much interesting there, though. And that's it! Not a fan of this episode, to be honest. It was VERY disjointed, and all the action was rushed. It felt more like this should have been a two-parter, and they just squeezed everything into a single episode where the end chase scene and weird game show was made to fit into like...3 minutes total toward the end. We don't even get to see the volcano stuff. We just see the car fly into it, then it's a swift cut to the Mr. Wisdom TV segment, where Doc and the boys appear a few seconds later wearing the oven mitts. This might have had the potential to be an interesting episode if it had been split in two, and we got to see more chaos unfold.

After the last episode where Doc was put into that tiny jar, I just don't think anything else this show does will satisfy me.

Join me next time to meet Biff's son, Jennifer's grandparents, and. I dunno. The Futurepedia summary for it is long and convoluted, and I don't want to read it, lol.

#back to the future #bttf #bttf: the animated series #obligatory apology for if the set of 4 screencaps of Doc get messed up and put in an ugly vertical stack #i have no confidence that tumblr has fixed that bug yet (it's been MONTHS helppp)

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lowkeycasanova · 2 years

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Down bad pt. 2

You invited Vinnie over to your friends house as there was a get-together happening and you thought not only y'all could hang out, but he could meet some of your good friends.

To say he was nervous was an understatement. He didn't want to be flustered around you, but as a result of not going out as much as his peers, he also knew that he'd be in a room with people he didn't know and he'd hate to make a bad first impression.

For a moment, he thought about not going. But he didn't want to disappoint you.

Upon arriving, Vinnie was greeted by your friend Cody at the front door, who recognized him immediately and let him in.

"Yo, you're Vinnie, right?"

"That's me."

"Y/N told us you might be here." Cody replied and shut the door behind them.

Despite the house being in the Hollywood Hills, a place well known for its outlandish parties, it was actually a small gathering with a few people, just like you said.

He took in his surroundings as the other guys came to greet him.

Your friend Maya bumped your shoulder. "There go your boyfriend."

You followed her eyes and saw Vinnie greeting the boys with that handshake guys always do.

"You're so annoying." you told her with a smile.

Vinnie's eyes scanned the room and you two made eye contact.

With as much confidence as he could muster up, he walked toward you and gave you a big ol bear hug.

He smells good, you thought.

Long story short, everyone wanted to get to know Vinnie, so y'all sat down on the white couch to get more comfortable and personal.

"So...what do you do besides the whole tik tok thing?"

"Um," Vinnie started off but was silent for a moment, feeling all eyes on him. You know like how you're in school and the teacher wants everyone to introduce themselves and suddenly you forget who you are for a second? Yeah.

"I've been modeling a lot. Or trying to get back into it. I did a photoshoot for Tings magazine and just recently came back from Paris. I attended the Ami Menswear show as a guest."

"Now that I'm thinking about it," Cody said. "I did see you. I mean, I wasn't there but I saw photos from the event."

"Pink vest?"

"Yeah!"

"That was me."

"How old are you?" someone else asked.

"I'm 20."

"No way? I would've guessed you were pushing 23."

***

You sat there smiling while Vinnie talked more about his interests. He mentioned cars, gaming, but the only thing you could relate to was anime. At least some of it. But nevertheless, you enjoyed listening to him talk and become more comfortable.

Everyone gets eventually gets up except for you and Vinnie and you inch closer to him.

"I like your outfit." you tell him.

He's wearing black sweatpants with a red shirt and red bandana to match.

"Thanks." he says sheepishly.

Internally he's so fucking happy. He was rummaging around in his closet for an hour.

“You know what’s funny?” He asks. You give him a look to keep going. “The fact that I’m here. I mainly meet people through my friends because I don’t go out a lot.”

“Meaning…because you’re on Valorant most of the time, right?” You laughed.

“Precisely. I find comfort in my PC.”

“At least you’re not out wasting money.” You shrugged. “So tell me more about this game.”

“It can get really annoying. And it’s bad because I spend so much time on it.”

“You any good?”

“I’m…pretty decent. What about you. You play anything?”

“Does Mario Cart on Nintendo Switch count?”

He laughed out loud.

“What?” You said defensively. “It’s fun!”

"No, I'm not laughing to make fun of you, I swear. That's a fun one. You'll have to let me play with you one of these days."

"Maybe we can hang out again before I leave to Chicago."

“Why you going there?”

"Oh, just a friend's birthday party and I have a couple brand events."

"I hope you have a good time. Keep me updated."

"Sure, what's your number?"

***

Your friend Blake announced that pizza was here and everyone scrambled into the kitchen. You and Vinnie got up from your spots on the couch and met up with them.

While getting food, you stood thisclose to Vinnie, able to better see the tattoos on his arm.

"I really like this one." You told him, referring to the skeleton on his bicep and then holding his arm to run your thumb across it.

He rolled up his sleeve so you could see it better and told you when he got it. Smiling, as he was proud to talk about it and would gladly explain each an every one of his tattoos if you'd be down to listen.

Vinnie grabbed his food and walked off and you turned to see Maya across the counter from you with a look on her face as if to say 'something you wanna tell me?'

She'd seen the interaction between you and Vinnie but you didn't know that.

"What? Just gave him a compliment." you shrugged.

She scoffed. "I think I'm gonna be sick."

***

He was prepared to come, say a few words to you, then back away in nervousness to stand in the corner on his phone.

He wasn't gonna lie. Vinnie did feel a little intimidated by being here, but you were so easy to talk to and he felt grateful that you and your friends made him feel included.

——-

Note:

Sorry the ending was shit

#vinniehacker #vinnie hacker #vinnie x reader #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie x y/n #celeb crush #vinnie hacker fluff

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kingluffy5 · 6 months

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You do Howl’s Moving Castle, right?

Can you do a Prince Justin (turnip’s true human name) x reader fluff? In his human form of course.

Hell yeah my first request, let’s do this, I will take a few creative liberties with this and I hope you enjoy

Warning: mentions of bombing and war, I know this is a touchy subject for everyone now with Ukraine and Russia and Palestine and Israel so if you have any problems with it I don’t want to upset you, I respect the topics as much as I can but Howl’s Moving Castle is a story that tackles it directly, if it will trigger you please don’t read.

Prince Justin a.k.a. Turnip Head x Reader

Reader P.O.V.

I’ve been traveling with Howl for a while now but in just a few months everything changed so much, an old lady named Sophie came to start cleaning saying Calcifer hired her. Then a cursed scarecrow she named Turnip Head started showing up around the castle, he liked hanging around me. Howl’s hair changed back to it’s blue after Sophie messed with his potions and elixirs. Then the Witch of the waste, who is looking really bad all of a sudden, and Madame Solomon’s dog started living in the castle. Then we moved, despite looking still looking older Sophie started looking younger and younger.

The war was still going on and after moving us Howl started appearing less around.

That leads us to tonight, we were all inside, me, Sophie, Calcifer who was looking worse for the wear, the Witch of the Waste, Solomon’s dog Heen, and Markl. Turnip was with the actual castle out in the wastes and Howl was fighting in the war.

He never picked a side in the war, he hated both sides, I agree with him, there are good and bad people on both sides of every war yet somehow innocent people always get caught in the crossfire.

The reason why tonight was so important was that this was the night that everything changed, it started with the war being brought right to our doorstep, we are in the townhouse in the city right now and bombs are being dropped across the city. Howl has come back to defend the house and everyone, but he looks worse than ever, while fighting he transforms into a bird monster and the more he does it the harder it is for him to turn back.

When Solomon’s monsters started appearing outside Sophie switched us to the castle. Everything started getting destroyed and it was pure pandemonium, most of the castle was gone and Sophie gave her braid to Calcifer to give him some extra power. We were almost able to reach Howl when the Witch of the Waste realized that Calcifer had Howl’s heart. She grabbed the heart and in extension Calcifer and was ignited into flames, Sophie grabbed some water to put her out but doused Calcifer as well.

When that happened the castle started to fall apart eventually all that’s left is a single platform that’s running quickly down the mountain.

After that happens Sofie and Heen fall down one side when the plateform starts to brake of the cliff while the rest of us stay at the peak.

Y/N(Sobbing): Sophie … Cal

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After what felt like hours of crying my eyes out alongside Markl I notice a shape flying towards us and I realize who it is.

Y/N: Guys it’s Howl and Sophie

Now what happens next is a little complicated so here is the simplified version, Cal is actually alive, Sophie puts him and the heart back inside of Howl, Howl comes back to life, Calcifer is free to do what he wants we nearly fall to our death when the plateform starts sliding very fans at down the hill, Turnip jumps in front to stop the platform but his pole snaps devasting me in the process as we have grown quite close despite his inability to speak. We land at the bottom Howl wakes up and Calcifer comes back, and Sophie, who is young again, and Howl kiss.

I am now holding Turnip in my lap.

Y/N: Turnip, thank you

I kiss his cheek as a good bye.

But all of a sudden he springs up and turns into a human. It turns out that he was the missing prince from the neighboring kingdom and that he was cursed and only a kiss from his true love could break it. That last part made me blush furiously.

Prince Justin/Turnip: I best be off now, it is time I put an end to this dumb war

Y/N: I agree your highness

Prince Justin/Turnip: And after that I will come back to be with you

Once again I blush.

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We had settled into a quiet and happy little life. We all lived in a flying castle in the sky. Howl and Sophie were at the front overlooking the city below, The witch of the waste was sitting in her chair, Cal was keeping the castle running, Markl and Heen were playing in the yard.

Meanwhile me and Prince Justin sit in the back as we pass the clouds and sit and enjoy life.

Prince Justin: You know if we get married you can become royalty

Y/N(Laughing): Royalty? Of what turnips?

Prince Justin: We could have our own castle someday, one that flies too

Y/N: That sounds nice, just the two of us, starting our own family, as much as I love this one we really should start on our own soon

Prince Justin: Yeah but not for a little while

Y/N: Yeah in a little bit

The End

#howls moving castle #turnip head #character x reader #character x you #character x y/n #turnip head x reader

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bloodiedbeloveds · 8 days

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charming disaster trifecta au

thanks to @my-deer-friend for enabling us! there's more plot that isn't in this post, but this lays out the premise decently

this AU name sounds like word salad, but actually it makes perfect sense with the context that "charming disaster" is the name of a goth-folk band and this entire au is based on three of their songs. linking the songs in the section headers!

this post contains murder and bad consent practices

"What Remains": John & Eliza

growing up in a small town is hard enough without having been born as a magician. John & Eliza are bonded by their shared experiences and are very close starting in middle school. they read every relevant book in the library and spent hours at a time in the woods together, trying to shape the power inside them into something that can be tamed

they grow sideways into strange young people with wild eyes and secret, twisting thoughts. they learn to rule themselves but not how to fit in. they become steadily more distant from everyone else; no one else can accept them or their aspirations. their more mundane mental illnesses don't help

in late June, after they've both graduated from high school, John accidentally murders Francis

(that awkward moment when you're lying in the grass with your boyfriend and he begins to talk about magicians and crazies and he says he doesn't mean you but he doesn't listen when you argue back and you pull your hand away from his and swallow your sick sense of realization. that awkward moment when you meet him after a long night of ritual practice in a desperate attempt to keep yourself steady and he finally calls you a nutcase to your face and the strength of your fury chokes him)

John never meant for anything like this to happen and he spends a long time sobbing over Francis's body in a birch clearing before he goes to find Eliza

they can fix this. they know they can. they can hide it. John considers suicide but Eliza won't let him so they drag the body to the river and complete their work

they fuck up! John doesn't know they fucked up until the next day; Eliza never finds out. they are successful in making it look like an accident, in letting the river claim him and wash them both clean. John's guilt is taken from him, but so is everything else. he wakes alone in a strange room with no memory of his personal history

he doesn't know he is meant to speak to Eliza. he sits through the funeral of a stranger and disappears at midnight a week later. he intends never to return to these people who love and resent a person he doesn't remember.

Eliza doesn't know why he left her. she doesn't know anything about what happened to him. why would he leave me, she cries to the dark woods and the pale sky the morning after his departure; nothing answers. when she leaves their hometown, when she finds her way in the world, she does it with a still-broken heart.

"Sympathetic Magic": Alex & John

Alex wasn't born a magician; he's just very bad at taking no for an answer and when his local witch told him at nine years old he would never be able to imitate her, he took that as a challenge

he's not very good at magic, at all. mostly this is because he can't stick to one thing and is trying to cozy up with practitioners of every single goddamn discipline

John has by this time grown from a weird isolated teenager into a weirder, even more isolated adult who lives on a house on a hill surrounded on one side by mountains and on the other by a vast, windswept plain. he also finally has actual friends who actually like him and invite him to social events, which he attends on occasion when he's capable of leaving home. (all his friends are also magicians.)

Alex managed to get an invitation to a seance held by one of John's friends (this is mostly a social thing-- they do in fact attempt to contact some spirits, but the point of the evening is to catch up with everyone). John attends and spends the first two hours being asked by everyone he knows how his latest project is going, then locks eyes with Alex across the room and starts telling people he'll write them a letter about it later

at the end of the evening they kiss beneath a yew tree. John, giddy and exhilarated, is not as careful as he should have been; Alex, ever observant, does not disturb the strands of hair which clung to his jacket when they parted

they write to each other, but their relationship quickly turns sour, because John refuses to teach Alex basically any magic. in retaliation, Alex makes a poppet and begins to torture him. yes, this is a kink thing. no, it's not a good idea at all

eventually John, feeling violated, uses his small army of possessed birds to try to kill him

"Blacksnake": Eliza & Alex

Eliza as an adult is more well-adjusted than John, though that's not really a high bar to clear. for a magician she's relatively social, by which we mean that she lives in the middle of a desert and curses people who show up at her house unexpectedly, but is capable of visiting her friends a few times a week.

when she left her hometown she joined a secret society. after discovering that there are many different secret societies, many of which are not nearly as weirdly controlling yet impersonal as her first group, she left it and flirted with membership in a few different societies before settling on her current group. they are part social club, part study group, part religious gathering. (one of the members was john's mentor, but neither of them are aware of this connection.)

she knows that John's alive. she's kept some of his old possessions for years. she still remembers what his magic feels like. when she sees a cloud of sparrows barrelling towards a stranger on the disused highway near her home she knows who sent them and longs once again to rip out her heart

she saves Alex mostly out of spite. then, because he's pretty, she takes him home. Alex, who has no sense of self-preservation, agrees to go with her, lets her dress his wounds, has sex with her, and falls asleep in her bed. while he's asleep Eliza steals a chunk of his soul from him

she starts appearing in his home at night when she feels like it. she curses him occasionally. they have violent sex. he tries to keep her out but nothing ever works for long

(yes, Alex at this point knows one magician who he could kill (which is hot) and one magician who could kill him (which is hot). being on the receiving end of dubiously consensual magic kink doesn't discourage him from continuing to treat John as a plaything. don't try this at home)

eventually, John tracks Alex to Eliza's house to try again to kill him. he doesn't recognize Eliza. she is not pleased

#original posts #charming disaster trifecta au #long post #hamilton #lams #hamliza

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thebiscuiteternal · 2 years

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(no title yet) Day One Prompt: Role-Swap Day Two Prompt: Curse/Ghosts

Reverse-Aged Nies, References to Child Abandonment, Came Back Wrong, References to Canon Character Death, The Inherent Awkwardness of Realizing Your Best Friend’s Brother Is Hot

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Three weeks after his eighth birthday, Nie Mingjue arrives at the Cloud Recesses, escorted by his father's second in command.

Though he knows it's against the rules to spy, Lan Xichen can't resist an eleven-year-old's innate curiosity and peeks around the door frame as shufu talks to the Nie disciple, Jue-di unusually solemn by his side.

"Xichen."

Oops.

Embarrassed, he steps out and starts to bow, but shufu waves it off, looking more concerned by whatever the Nie disciple has told him than annoyed with Xichen's rule breaking. "Nie-gongzi is going to be our guest for the next few days. Please take him and get him settled in a room."

As they walk towards the buildings where visitors are housed, Nie Mingjue is still uncomfortably quiet and withdrawn, eyes on the path below their feet.

"Are you allowed to talk about it?" Lan Xichen finally asks cautiously, well aware of the fact that other sects, like his own, sometimes have situations that Aren’t To Be Discussed with outsiders.

But Nie Mingjue takes in a sharp breath, as if something tightly lodged in his chest has broken loose, then finally raises his head. "I have a brother. An older brother," he clarifies before Lan Xichen can even open his mouth to ask.

Lan Xichen frowns. He doesn't want to imply anything unsavory about Nie Mingjue's father, so he does his best to word what he says next very carefully. "I remember hearing your father and his first wife didn't have any children before she died."

"They had one. That's why she died."

The story comes out in bits and pieces as they leave Nie Mingjue's bag in his temporary room and head out to the back hills where no one will bother them.

Nie-da-furen, it turns out, had died trying to deliver a baby months too soon. The baby in question, tiny and sickly and undoubtedly going to die anyway, had been abandoned outside the walls of the Unclean Realms to prevent the circumstances of his birth (and death) from bringing down bad luck.

And now Nie-zongzhu has come across a very strange and unusual boy wandering the villages north of the Unclean Realms and insists it is that same son.

“Do you think he’s right?”

“I don’t know. I heard a couple of the elders agree with A-die that he looks just like her. And he has green eyes," Nie Mingjue says as he kicks a small rock down the hill.

Lan Xichen doesn't chide him for it, instead focusing on the reasoning as it is being laid out.

Simply resembling Nie-da-furen wasn't proof all on its own. But unusual eye colors were frequently indicative of a parent with a high spiritual power, and Nie-da-furen had been a woman from outside the cultivational world.

And green specifically…

"So... if your father's sure this boy is his, and some of the others think so too… then why-"

"A-die wanted me somewhere safe while they test to find out if he's even human. Some of the other elders think he might be some new kind of ghost or monster out to trick us."

Oh. That was... unfortunately also a possibility, Lan Xichen thought. The Nie sect in particular had gained some enemies among the more intelligent varieties of resentful creatures, and taking advantage of the memory of a lost child would be a good tactic.

"Did you get to meet him?" he asks instead of mentioning any of that.

"They didn't let me get close enough to talk to him. But I did get to see him, and if he's some kind of super powerful monster, he sure doesn't look like it," Nie Mingjue says, finally finding a place he wants to sit and sinking down onto the grass. "A-die said he should be almost fourteen, but he's only barely head and shoulders taller than me and a lot skinnier."

He kicks his feet out and flops back onto the grass and Lan Xichen bites back a smile at the way he's all starfished out, then moves to sit beside him.

"I don't know if I want a brother or not," Nie Mingjue admits after a long while of the both of them just watching the clouds. "I hope he gets to stay. I hope he goes away. It's stupid."

"It's not stupid," Lan Xichen says, reaching out and giving his friend's hand a comforting squeeze. "I don't think I'd be any less confused if I was in your spot."

"Zhan-er would. He'd have bitten him already."

Lan Xichen can't stop himself from snorting. "You're never going to let that go, are you?"

"Never. Or at least not until my core's strong enough to make the scars go away."

—

It is halfway through the fourth day of Nie Mingjue's visit that they get word from the Nie sect.

The brother, they have determined, was fully human once, but isn’t anymore, and they still aren't exactly sure what he is.

"So... what's gonna happen to him?" Nie Mingjue asks hesitantly, trying to hide the way his hands twist his robes anxiously by keeping them under the table.

Lan Qiren tugs on his beard, expression unreadable, then folds the letter closed and lays it down. "The sect does not want to take the risk of letting him roam free, but they feel putting him down will constitute an even bigger risk," he says.

Lan Xichen can follow the logic. A dying baby came back as... whatever he is now. Who's to say trying to get rid of him a second time won't bring him back as something even worse, and with an axe to grind on top of that?

"Therefore, it has been decided he will be sealed in the old sword hall."

Nie Mingjue flinches, face going through a complicated series of emotions, then nods. "Okay," he says to Lan Qiren, but as he and Lan Xichen go to get his things, he is scowling as he softly mutters "I hate this."

"Mm?"

"Dead or locked up in a dusty old unused hall. What a choice. It's not fair."

"Your father did vote against both... maybe you'll be allowed to visit," Lan Xichen offers.

Neither of them bring up his own parents.

Neither of them need to.

—

He doesn't get to see much of his friend for quite some time.

Within half a year of their last meeting, Nie-zongzhu’s life ends in a fashion that is as unexpected as it is gruesome-

-”We know who is responsible,” the letter reads, stress and grief and anger practically leaking from the tersely slashed characters, “and it wasn’t Sang-ge.”-

-and Nie Mingjue is being subjected to an urgent and much accelerated political training regimen to prepare him for taking the sect leader’s seat far sooner than originally anticipated.

They barely have the time to trade letters, let alone meet in person, until shufu agrees to take him along to the Unclean Realms for the other boy’s fourteenth birthday.

“What’s all that for?” Lan Xichen asks as he watches Nie Mingjue gather up a tray of uneaten snacks from the banquet tables and a jar of rice wine.

“I’m going to let him out. But first he needs to eat.”

“Let who-” Lan Xichen’s eyes go wide as he realizes. “Won’t you get in trouble for that?”

“Not anymore,” Nie Mingjue replies flatly, turning to leave the main hall, and Lan Xichen catches up to fall into step with him. “After how the last conference went, and that murder attempt a month ago, even the elders who originally voted for death agree I’m gonna need all the strong allies I can get. And Sang-ge may not be loyal to the sect, but he’s loyal to me.”

The passage they end up in is cut deep into the side of the mountain, the lack of windows made up for with ambient energy-drawing torches, an old Nie design from back when the underground rooms were originally being constructed.

Coming to a stop in front of a large iron door, Nie Mingjue hands him the tray, then grabs the heavy knocker.

The sound of it echoes and dies down, then there is a responding click from somewhere inside the metal and Nie Mingjue sweeps away the glowing wards before dragging the door open.

The torch lighting inside the chamber is dim, but there's enough of it that Lan Xichen can see shelves of books and scrolls and dozens on dozens of paintings and sketches hanging up on the walls.

"Who did all these?" he asks, examining them curiously.

"He did. Not like he's got much else to do in here," Nie Mingjue replies as he takes the tray back and heads for the table in the middle of the hall. "Sang-ge! I brought a guest this time. He’s my friend, so be nice."

Lan Xichen gets a sudden, sharp chill up his spine as a shadowy figure in a cloak made of long black feathers just appears next to Nie Mingjue between one blink and the next, but when the mysterious Sang-ge turns and gives him a politely welcoming smile and a gracefully sweeping bow, it's not fear that makes his breath stick in his throat.

He has heard all the old tales of unwary cultivators snared by the elegant beauty of monsters in human form.

Nie Mingjue insists his brother is not evil, and Lan Xichen believes him.

But the way his heart is racing might mean he’s in deep trouble anyway.

#nie mingjue #lan xichen #nie huaisang #xisang #xisangweek2022 #fanfic #mdzs #still not sure bout this one but im tired of editing it

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