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Unexpected Behaviours

Oscar Piastri x Reader

Summary: Oscar was seen as the innocent sweetheart of the drivers, until he shows you another side.

Warning/s: dark themes! kidnapping, drugging, physical restraints, toxic Oscar

A/N: Results are in and dark fic won! So here we have it, a dark vic and Oscars debut fic and thank you again for 100+ followers!!

You skin felt flushed, the sun beaming down on you as you stood in the paddock waiting for your best friend, Oscar, to finish his post race activities. You fanned yourself as you let out a long breath, your eyes drooping slightly.

“You alright?” An accented voice questioned from behind you as a hand landed on the small of your back. You turned your head to the side as Oscar moved to your side looking down at you with concern.

“Just a bit hot is all, but enough about me, you were amazing out there today Osc!” You looked at him with a bright smile that made his heart flutter.

“P6 isn’t amazing, could’ve been better but thank you love” The petnames from Oscar had become a norm in your friendship so you thought nothing of it but merely turned to hug Oscar in congratulations despite his words. As you hugged Oscar could feel the heat radiating off your body, feeling far hotter than you should be.

“Fuck Y/n, you’re really hot” Oscar exclaimed as he pulled away from you.

“Bold statement Oscar” You scoffed rolling your eyes to which Oscar recuperated instantly.

“You know what I mean, let me go get you some water” And away he went leaving you slightly off balanced as you waited. But it wasn’t for long as Oscar come rushing back with a glass of water. It was almost forced into your hands the moment Oscar was in front of you but as you held it you gently lifted it to your mouth, slowly allowing the cold liquid to cool your body. From the corner of your eye you could see an unfamiliar look clouding your friend’s eyes. Brushing it off as concern you finished the water off quickly not taking notice to its odd taste.

“How are you feeling now?” Oscar asked taking the glass back from you, placing the back of his hand on your forehead for a moment.

“I feel-“ You stumbled where you stood, grabbing Oscar’s shoulders to stabilise yourself. “I think I need to sit down” But before you could take a step towards a seat you had fallen completely into Oscar’s almost awaiting arms.

To any onlooker it would seem as if you had simply passed out from heat. There had been no malicious actions seen and from the feigned panic on Oscar’s face your fainting had been unforeseeable. But the smirk that adored Oscar’s face as he carried you to his car telling his team that he would take you to a hospital to get checked out told a completely different story.

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You awoke with a groan, your head buzzing and vision blurry. You blinked your eyes trying to clear the blur but when you failed you went to rub your eyes instead. Your desired action was stopped very quickly though and you found yourself unable to move your arms.

“You’re awake” A familiar voice stated from somewhere near. You looked around frantically, squinting through blurry eyes to find where the voice came from, who the voice came from. A hand resting gently on your cheek made you jolt up from your laid back position.

“Oscar?” You questioned as your sight became clearer. “What’s going on?” Oscar simply shushed you as you learnt over to check where you wrists had tugged against the restraints.

“Are you here to help me?” You asked him quietly, thinking maybe there was someone behind the door of the room you were in. But Oscar simply laughed and shook his head.

“Oh love, I did help you, that’s why you’re here” Your head whipped to face Oscar to find him looking at you already, a smirk on his lips.

“What?” His hand once again found its way to your cheek.

“Don’t worry love, you’re going to be ok now, with me, forever” Years welled in your eyes as you felt your heart thump in your chest.

“No, no, no” you repeated in distress, tugging at the restraints once more, trying and failing to fight your way out of them.

“Shh, I’ve got you” Oscar attempted to calm you, wrapping his arms around your body causing you to thrash around now fearing his once comforting touch. Oscar’s grip only grew tighter though and a prick on the side of your neck made you stop suddenly.

“What did you just do? Oscar what is going on?” The panic was clear but fading as you quickly became more tired by the second.

“I’m going to take care of you Y/n, I love you, sleep well” And like it was timed perfectly as Oscar finished speaking your eyes shut and you were slipped into a deep sleep once more.

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Storage Closet

Horny Plot Device University!

[this longer story is a bit of a prequel to Freshman Dorms II, another HPDU story. starring Quark (they/them) and Vic (they/them), two freshman goons at their dream college]

“This is the worst!”

“What!?”

“I said THIS IS THE WORST!”

The homecoming crowd was deafening.

“It was your idea to come here!”

“Well, I’ve changed my mind!”

A ball moved from one side of the field to the other, and the deafening crowd somehow became more deafening.

“___________!”

“____!?” Quark shouted back.

Vic gestured for Quark to follow. The two of them stumbled past a row of people and beelined for the exit. Finally, with a couple layers of concrete between them and the volume of the game, Vic spoke up.

“I thought that, you know, starting college, new year, new me, maybe the new Vic likes school spirit and football games.”

“And does New Vic magically like meaningless rituals and being bombarded by noise and lights?”

“No, New Vic does not.”

Quark snorted and bumped Vic with their hip.

“Am I the only one who’s impressed at how… flat, all the cheerleaders are?”

Vic cocked an eyebrow. “I bet they have some sort of agreement or contract or something saying that they can’t be pregnant during big games, or maybe the pregnant ones sit it out?”

“Or maybe they save it so after the game, if they win, they can give the team a celebratory bang, and if they lose, they can give them a pity fuck.”

“Is that how people think? Sounds kinda depressing to me.”

“Idk dude, just keep an eye out and see if they’re still flat after tonight.”

They smirked at each other, and walked quietly for a moment.

“So you don’t want to watch the game. What do you want to do?”

“Dunno. We could wander around, explore campus while everything but the stadium’s abandoned?”

“Cool.”

Vic gave Quark a side eye. “So… you were watching the cheerleaders?”

“I mean, yeah. They’re hot, and I can focus on the hotness instead of being worried that they’re going to go into labor or keel over from some Mystery Pregnancy-Related Ailment. Is that a thing? Do people do that?”

“No idea. I haven’t seen anyone on campus keel over from an MPRA, and if you were going to see it anywhere…”

“It’d be here. Yeah.”

“Would you want to try it out?”

“… What?”

“Pregnancy. The whole ‘magically pregnant’ thing.”

Quark stopped. “I mean… yeah, being here, you think about it…”

“You think about it, you see other people swelling up, you watch the cheerleaders and discuss their lack of big, bouncing bellies with, dare I say it, a note of disappointment?”

Quark squinted at Vic. “What are you playing at.”

“Just wondering. The cheap tuition isn’t the only reason the two of us are here, right?”

“Fuck off with the vagaries. Say what you wanna say.”

Vic stepped a little closer than Quark was expecting. “Quark, you’re cool. You’re badass. On top of that, you’re extremely hot.”

They grinned. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

“And I really like you. And if you want to try the whole… whatever is up with this school… I wouldn’t mind being the one you try it with.”

Their faces hovered closer together. Slowly, they leaned into a kiss, uncomfortably hesitant at first, then growing warmer and warmer to each other. Quark grabbed Vic’s hips and nudged up against them, feeling the growing stiffness between Vic’s thighs and realizing that they really, really wanted that inside of them.

They broke apart, breathing heavily and shuddering.

“You want to get me pregnant?”

Vic nodded. “You want me to get you pregnant?”

Quark nodded vigorously.

“Okay then. Let’s knock you up.”

“Wait, like, here and now? Do we wanna go back to the dorms?”

“We could, but…” They looked at each other. Neither of them wanted to wait that long.

“I saw a storage closet back there?”

“Gross. Cliché. Let’s do it.”

“After you, m’theydy.”

“Aaaaaaand just for that I’m gonna find someone else to knock me up, have fun jerking off in a closet!”

Laughing, Vic grabbed Quark as they started walking away and pulled them back. “Ok, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll never say that again.”

“Good, cos if you do, I will smother you with my pregnant belly.”

“Well, we’ve gotta give you that belly first, huh?”

They stumbled over each other, piling into the closet and closing the door behind them.

Quark’s voice in the darkness. “Great. Where’s the fucking light?”

There was the sound of Vic pulling a chain, and the incandescent light flickered on. Quark slowly looked up at Vic, inches away.

They attacked each other, almost tripping several times as clothes started piling up and getting tangled on the floor. Vic wore more layers than Quark, so there was a moment when Quark, stripped to just a black tank top and their socks (no homo), was grinding impatiently against Vic (who was still carefully undoing some clasps) chanting “Get me pregnant get me pregnant comeoncomeongetmepregnant—“

Finally, Vic grabbed hold of Quark, who climbed Vic like a tree, slamming their hips together and fucking like their lives depended on it.

“Come on, come in me, put your babies in me, make me huge and swollen like those cheerleaders are all gonna be!”

Vic slammed Quark against the back wall, pushing as deep into them as they could go, making Quark gasp, their eyes going wide. “I can’t wait to feel you grow, I can’t wait to feel you swelling up, your belly heavy with babies… oh god, I’m going to cum in you…”

“Do it, god I’d love that, I want to be so big I need a wheelchair to get around!”

“You think you can handle a belly that big?”

Quark grabbed Vic’s face and looked into their eyes. “Yes. I want that. I want that so fucking much, I feel so empty right now and I need you to fill me up.”

“Good, because I’m about to cum.”

“Oh fuck, oh F U C K”

They came together, shuddering and clutching, nails digging into skin, before collapsing to the floor, Quark on top of Vic, Vic still inside of Quark.

Vic felt something press against their abs. “Hey, sit up. I think…”

Bleary eyed and grinning, Quark sat up, and almost immediately started grinding on Vic again.

“Quark, wait—oh shit, that feels good—your belly—“

“Knock me up, I need you to fuck me full of babies,” Quark murmured, blissful and unthinking.

“Quark—oh, fuck—Quark, you’re getting big—“ As Quark rode them, Vic put one hand on their bouncing hips and one on their midriff, where their tanktop was quickly losing ground to the growing bump.

“Huh? Oh,” Quark finally noticed their changing body. “Oh fuck. Oh, holy fuck, you got me PREGNANT.” Mad with lust, they started bouncing furiously on Vic’s member.

“Oh, Quark—that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen—I put a baby in your belly,” Vic said, rubbing Quark’s swelling belly, the tanktop stretching thin.

“Do it again, do it AGAIN, fuck, my belly’s so big—“

“Fuck, you’re so good at this— I’m coming again—“

They both moaned as Quark felt Vic exploding, filling them with even more baby batter. Quark slid off, cradling their full-term belly, and felt it start to shift.

Vic was panting, exhausted. “That was amazing, holy shit, I don’t think I have any left in me…”

“Vic, I’m growing again.”

Quark saw something shift in Vic’s eyes when they looked at the expanding stomach now dominating Quark’s lower half. Their breathing deepened, and they sprang erect once again.

“Wait, are you ready to go already?”

“I think so, yeah.”

“I’m already so pregnant…”

“True. But, consider this: I could get you even more pregnant.”

“That’s a good point, I like that point.” Quark grinned and leaned back, spreading their legs wide.

Vic crawled over to them, and, leaning down close, the still-swelling pregnant mound pressing against their abs, they growled: “Let’s see how many babies we can fit in that belly.”

20 minutes later

The belly gently rolled back and forth, jostling its passengers, ensuring they stayed awake and active. Nearly a dozen babies squirmed inside, jockeying for wiggle room.

Quark was bent over, their gargantuan stomach stacked on top of a box of paper towels, while Vic worked on adding more to their ever-growing womb from behind.

“God, I’m still growing, I’m still growing from the last one and you’re putting more in me, I’m never going to stop growing…” Quark said, deliriously happy and horny.

“I love your belly so much,” Vic groaned, “I love feeling you swell up bigger and bigger knowing it’s because of how much I’ve fucked you, FUCK” They slammed into Quark, making every part of them jiggle and adding more babies to the growing process.

“Holy… shit…” Quark weakly patted the bulging orb that had been a cute six-pack less than an hour ago.

“Fuck… I think I’m finally done… Jesus, you’re huge…” Vic pulled back and wiped the sweat from their face.

Quark giggled, and, straining to lift their belly more than an inch above the ground, they turned to face Vic. Or, they tried to face Vic.

“Er… I don’t think I have room to turn around.”

“Hm. That’s okay, I’ll help you get dressed and open the door for you, and you can back out.”

“Insert obligatory truck backing up noises here.”

“Nice. Quality joke.”

Vic managed to roll Quark’s leggings up their shaking legs, giving their hips and ass a squeeze along the way.

“Okay. Beep beep time. Let me out.”

As Vic held the door open, Quark slowly waddled backwards, careful not to bash their womb against any shelves.

Then came the doorframe.

“Uhm. Hm. Vic?”

“Yeah, that’s… a problem.”

“Yeah, you got me so pregnant I can’t fit through the door.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah. Damn.” Quark looked over their shoulder at their accomplice. “You’ve made my belly so huge I can’t fit through doors. Vic?”

Vic, who seemed lost in thought staring at Quark’s backside, snapped out of it to look up and see Quark’s face, heavy-lidded, and flushed with arousal. They gently wiggled their rear, the lower curve of their crowded belly visible between their legs.

“You filled me up with so many big, heavy babies…”

“I shouldn’t have bothered putting your pants back on, should I.”

“Of course not, you idiot.”

Vic gently pushed Quark back into the closet and set to work bringing Quark up to a full baker’s dozen. Down the hall, an extremely tired-looking custodian radioed the admin building, letting them know of an impending situation.

[consanguinitatum]

David Tennant audios: a plethora of Macbeths (but this one's just MacB)!

It's been a while since I've delved into a lesser-known David Tennant project, so let's see if we can't fix that, shall we? And especially since he's currently at the Donmar Warehouse doing Macbeth, I've got just the thing to showcase! (And no, it isn't his 2005 role as the Porter in Arkangel Shakespeare's audio version of Macbeth, though that IS cool! And it's not the more recent April 2022 version of Macbeth he did for Radio 4 with Daniela Nardini as Lady Macbeth and Stuart McQuarrie as Banquo - two actors he's worked with in the past; Nardini in Antigone for the 7:84 back in early 1993, and McQuarrie in a 1994 production of John Byrne's The Slab Boys Trilogy at the Young Vic in London.)

No, this is yet another Macbeth-adjacent project. It was something David did in September of 2009 for a BBC Radio 7 programme called Big Toe Books. I'll say up front that I wish I knew a LOT more about this project than I do...but I just don't. So I'll tell you what I do know.

But first, a bit of history:

The Big Toe Radio Show - a children's programme aimed at children aged 9 to 11 and which featured games, music, and stories read from well-known books - ran on BBC Radio 7 from 2002 to 2007. When it ended in 2007, the BBC created another show with an adapted format to replace it called Big Toe Books.

Big Toe Books was an hour long show of book readings for older children 8+, which transmitted at 4pm. It featured presenters Kirsten O'Brien (2007-2009) and Chris Pizzey (2010-2011) and lasted until 2011, when it was axed. At the same time, Radio 7 was rebranded as a BBC Radio 4 spin-off station, Radio 4 Extra. At the time, Big Toe Books' listenership was about 136K, but only 21K were children.

Now you're probably wondering how all my ramblings about children's programmes ties in with Macbeth, right? Well as I said previously, David was a guest reader on Big Toe Books, and at 4pm on 14 Sep 2009, he read a book by Neil Arksey called MacB!

And there's the tie-in!

Here are a few blurbs from various newspapers featuring the listing for the show - and oh, incidentally, if you look at the 6pm slot, you'll see a show called Seventh Dimension. That show was a speculative fiction show of various kinds - and in early 2007, it featured a series of original Doctor Who audio dramas starring Paul McGann as the Eighth Doctor!

But back to David and MacB. Now Arksey's book wasn't the Macbeth we're familiar with…not really. Firstly, his book was written for young adults. Secondly, it was based on Macbeth the play, but Arksey set it on the football field rather than the Royal Court. Here's a summary of the plot: "It tells the tale of two best friends, Banksie and MacB. The two train together at football all summer in the hopes of getting onto the football team. When a fortune Teller tells them both that each would be captain, it seems unlikely, especially as they are up against star striker Duncan King, the most likely man for the job. When Duncan has a terrible accident that means he can't play, Banksie has suspicions about whether it really was an accident after all. Was it fate, or did MacB have a hand in it?"

And that's pretty much all I know about David's stint as a guest reader for BBC Radio 7 programme Big Toe Books, reading Neil Arksey's book MacB (which was originally published by Puffin in 1999). Like I said, I wish I had more information about this audio drama. But this little bit is all I've been able to find. And oh, if you want to hear it, go here! I won't tell if you won't!

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Trick or Treat

Pairing: Vampire!Ethan x Human!Reader x Demon!Thomas Summary: There's nothing hotter, more dangerous or more heartwrenching than spending a night with a vampire and a demon. Word Count: 7.4k Warnings: Smut, it's a demon and a vampire with a human Other: Wanted to write some Halloween smut and there will be another silly story on Halloween itself. Maybe something inbetween but I'm not gonna promise that. 🦇👻🎃🦇

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Every year their annual Halloween party is on the day of the closest full moon to Halloween. Last year it was during the Blood Moon, to Ethan's and Thomas' delight. This year it falls onto the Darkest Depths Moon in early November, to Thomas' and Ethan's delight. It can only fall on these two options, you figured out, and guessed that Ethan and Thomas would be delighted anyways. They are excited for Halloween and to be normal between all people around. Ethan's sharp vampire fangs a cool feature for any costume, not hiding them away, like he usually does. Thomas' ever changing eye colour a prop no one questions at a Halloween party. Finally he can let the colour change how his eyes want to, let them flicker when he's excited instead of surpress it, and not only play around with his human eye colour that changes with the weather and sometimes with his mood but not quite as they want to.

"Nice costume," Victoria says when you open the door for her and she sees you in your pink ensemble, pink jacket, pink pencil skirt with a slit, the black sunglasses with the pink shades and the plush dog you are carrying with you which you put into a pink and purple sweater, "Elle Woods."

You laugh: "Thank you, likewise, you look hot."

"Hmmm," she doesn't look too convinced. Which isn't like Vic, she's standing in front of you as a nun. A really sexy version of a nun, you have to admit, which makes her disappointment even more confusing. Her habitat dress is short, showing off her legs and her thighs, the top part out of black sheer, showing her bare boobs underneath, flowy bell sleeves and a white scapular collar - both also out of sheer. To top her outfit of, she has a veil on her head and a cross necklace around her neck, you are sure you have seen it on Thomas before. "I wanted Thomas to go as my little demon toy but he told me, he found something better when I was already getting dressed. What better is there than playing possessing a nun?"

The moment you open your mouth to tell her how much that sucks but that you will happily offer her your vampire boyfriend, Thomas is walking down the stairs. All words in your brain die the second you see him.

"Oh great, you could have told me sooner." Vic says when she sees him, "Now you two are matching. Two iconic blondes out of movies. Cher and Elle, Clueless and Legally Blonde. Thank you, Thomas, you asshole."

Your gaze lingers on his long legs. The white stockings, the really short yellow tartan skirt, his hairy thighs. The matching yellow tartan blazer, he went for nothing underneath. You can see how his eyes flicker with excitement when he looks at you and Vic and does a little twirl.

"You look great!" You assure him - he does, you swallow. Vic only groans next to you.

"You do," Vic has to admit as well, "If you wouldn't have left me hanging."

"Sorry!" He smiles at her shyly, pulls his skirt down a bit and changes the topic. "Who are we waiting for?"

Your group decided to meet up at Ethan's place, you staying over most of the time when he's home. Thomas securing himself Ethan's guest room because Ethan's maisonette is closer to the place the party takes place. Vic deciding to come over so you can go together and Damiano driving himself and his girlfriend directly to the party, without any stops.

"Only Ethan," you say. "I probably have to help him with his wings."

"I'll go," Thomas is already skipping up the first stairs. You can't help yourself to look at his legs again, skirt swinging. It doesn't take him long to come back down, ten minutes you talk with Vic, and he's there again. You can see that there's lipgloss on his lips now that wasn't there before, subtle eyeshadow and mascara on his lashes. "He still needs a few minutes and then we can goooooo."

"Let's play a little game until then," Vic looks at you, "Ethan, Damiano, Thomas - fuck, marry, kill?"

"What?" You look at her in turn, she smirks at the shock on your face.

You can feel how you're blushing, Thomas is blushing as well. He radiates heat even more than usually. A thing you got used to quickly after meeting him when you got together with Ethan. Kind of a shock, to first fall in love with a vampire and then being introduced to his demon friend, he's in a band with. You had an ordinary life before, nothing do with the supernatural - even though you were interested. Who couldn't be interested in something so special, not everyone gets to see. Thomas is always hot to the touch, always heating up a room when he's in it. You don't know, how many times you already cuddled up into his arms when you were cold. It's such a difference to how cold your boyfriend feels under your touch. But Thomas feels always cold himself - I think, I just radiate it everywhere, I don't keep it in. I'm always fucking cold. While Ethan is always feeling hot, whatever the weather - I keep all the heat in, I'm always warm.

"It's okay, you can say that you want to kill me, sink me to the bottom of the ocean, ram a dagger into my heart, a cruxifix." Thomas' eyes change from normal to a red blazing gaze to deep black and back to normal again, he smirks. "But I'm not that easy to kill."

Of course - you're a demon. And it instantly gets you heated too - it shouldn't, you think. Then Ethan gets down the stairs, you think you can avoid giving Vic an answer now. You don't want to kill any of them off, not even for Vic's mindfuck game question. Your breath gets stuck in your throat when you see him. He's in white wide-leg sheer trousers, a cropped white blazer with golden stars on it, like Thomas he went for nothing underneath. He has a black glittery smokey eye, that looks a little bit to good on him, like the dark red lipstick he put on and instead of a halo, he wears a flower crown out of white lilies and roses. When he smiles, you can see his pointed teeth. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see how Thomas longingly stares at his big, feathery, fluffy wings - they are black.

"You look so stunning," you have a closer look at his make up when he stands beside you. Carefully you leave a kiss on his cheek.

"And you can be my sidekick." Vic looks at him happily. "As Thomas, the idiot here, isn't matching anymore, but we would be the perfect fit."

"We're ready to go then."

"No," Vic says, "We aren't. Your partner in crime here still has to answer a question."

"I won't be offended, I promise." Thomas says, "I'm not gonna haunt you or something like that."

"What question are we talking about?" Ethan asks.

"Fuck, marry, kill. You, Damiano, Thomas."

"What an interesting question." Ethan looks at you. "I would like to know the answer as well."

"Marry Ethan."

"Obviously." Vic and Thomas say simultaneously, Ethan next to you laughs.

"Kill," you swallow, "Damiano."

You can feel, how Ethan looks at you. You can see, how Thomas' eyes flicker for a few seconds - then they turn completely white which is new, before you have to look away.

"That only leaves Thomas to fuck," Vic points out - you're sure, you are all aware, "Guess humans are too boring."

You wouldn't say that humans, like Vic and Damiano, are too boring but she has a point, you have to admit. After getting together with a vampire, Ethan being the gentlestest soul you have ever known, you wouldn't go back. There's so many stories he can tell, so much wisdom, so much fun, you wouldn't change it for the world, even when you're aware of the danger. What's a little danger for all the fun you can have? Maybe she's right, they are too boring. Thomas draws you in like a moth is drawn by the lights, you would have chosen Thomas anyways.

"We can leave then," Vic says and smirks at you and then at Thomas who nervously plays with the hem of his skirt, "Thanks for the interesting answer. Who would have known?"

Somehow you all didn't think about the fact, that Ethan's wings won't fit through the doors. It ends in a lot of giggling, Vic and you going out of the door first, grabbing one wing each carefully, and getting him through the door, while Thomas looks on. You know, you could have taken them off again, but where's the fun in that. On the way, people look at him, he hits some people with his wings and apologises profoundly to each of them. Going into the bar, Ethan, Vic and you repeat the same procedure as to get him out of the house.

You are already sweaty from dancing with Vic and Ethan when you get yourself a new drink later in the night, Ethan and Vic in the toilets to reapply Ethan's make up. Thomas went to look for Damiano when you arrived earlier, you have only seen him dancing with a girl and some guy laughing at his eyes during the evening. But sometimes, you can feel the heat creeping up on you but you can't see him anywhere. Like now, and then there's arms wrapping around your waist. Thomas' chin on your shoulder, his warmth is giving you the chills.

"You didn't have to say that just because Damiano wasn't there." His breath is hot against your ear. His body too close to yours, you shiver. It's too hot, to be cold but it shakes you to have him so close. Thomas doesn't step back when you turn around in his arms.

"That wasn't the reason, Thom."

"You sure? That wasn't a lie?"

Shuffling even closer, he puts one of his hands on your cheek. All his heat flowing through your body. Out of nowhere there's a quiet peng and Ethan stands next to you. Thomas startles a little and draws himself back, looking at Ethan apologetically.

"You don't have to stop just because of me." Ethan grins, puts one hand on your ass and pinches slightly.

Thomas looks at both of you unsure, his adam's apple bobbing. You bite your lip.

"Oh, I know this look." Ethan says, "That earlier wasn't a lie. I know."

And then, with a snap of his fingers, he's gone again, leaving you behind. Behind with a Thomas that looks at you nervously.

"I'll never get used to him doing this," he says.

Before there can be said anything else, the girl he danced with earlier turns up to get him. He leaves a light, hasty, sweet kiss on the corner of your mouth. Then he's gone and you're on your way back to Ethan again. You always find him, he makes it easy for you, you always find him when he wants to be found, your feet are just leading the way, when you want to turn the wrong direction they always stop and push you into the correct one. Another weird thing, you had to get used to. Magical but nonetheless, weird. Some clichés you had about vampires ruined during this time - No garlic? I'm Italian; No churches? I'm Italian; All lies. Sunlight just slightly hurts but with the right SPF everything is possible. You learned some new things as well, like this. It doesn't take long, he's sitting in a corner on a plush sofa.

"I thought, he isn't your type." Ethan says when you sit down next to him.

"He isn't." You draw circles and stars on his exposed stomach with your finger. "But have you looked at him?"

"Yes, babe. I see him every day." He smirks. "And he can be the goodest boy or a little shit, maybe we should find out …"

How that would translate into having him in your bed, you think.

Ethan's smirk gets even wider.

"Heeeey, get out of my head," you complain but laugh, "You intruder."

"Sorry. But I would really like to stay here for a bit longer, if you don't mind. They taste delicious today."

You let him. He's talking about your thoughts, you know. Ethan's species of vampires can read the minds of their loved ones, a feature only a vampire in love possesses, you learned this as well. They can feed on blood and thoughts. Ethan never takes advantage of it, usually he asks if he's allowed in, tries not to intrude or make it his advantage that he knows what you are thinking. But you also know, that sometimes, like today, his vampiristic traits want to take over because this is yet another thing you learned. The most vampire thing is for them to gather knowledge about the things surrounding them.

"We should try getting him there." He places a kiss to your temple.

Besides Ethan building up the heat in your core, with whispering dirty things into your ears, grazing your neck lightly with his fangs - leaving faint lipstick stains behind - or commenting on Thomas' long legs in that skirt, the night goes and ends with any further accidents. You almost think, that Thomas went home with the girl earlier but when Ethan and you're gathering your stuff, he's there to leave together with you.

For some reason, you get Ethan out of the door and into his home, the same way you got him out earlier in the day, instead of taking the wings off. Thomas watches when you take the wings off Ethan's shoulders. You can see the longingly stare again.

"I miss my wings," he says when he sees your questioning face. He wraps his arms around himself. "They were the fluffiest wings, with the softest feathers, and the most comforting. It was nice to wrap them around myself or to wrap them around others."

You look at Ethan, who nods and you go to Thomas to hug him sideways, leave a kiss in his hair: "I'm sure, you had the most beautiful wings in heaven, but I'm also sure, you're the hottest and cutest demon in hell."

Thomas blushes, before he excuses himself and says that he'll be back in a few minutes. You can hear how the wind is getting louder outside, how it whistles through the windows. You had a feeling it would rain all day. Sitting down next to Ethan, who still wears his flower crown, he almost automatically pulls you into his lap. He kisses you passionately, lets his hands wander over your hips, under your top to caress your back. You can hear how the rain starts dropping against the windows, before Thomas comes back into the living room.

"I should go to bed in my room," Thomas says when he sees you sitting on top of Ethan.

"Or you could join us in ours," Ethan says against your lips - but he isn't looking at you. "If you're interested."

You can't see Thomas' reaction behind you, but Ethan pulling you in for another kiss, wilder then the one before, pushing his tongue into your mouth, sneaking his hand under your skirt and Thomas breath hitching gets it away. When you get up from the couch, you can see how Thomas' eyes flicker with excitement and how he licks his lips. You leave a kiss on his lips. You're the first leaving for the bedroom - Ethan and Thomas staying behind to smoke a cigarette - Ethan slapping your butt lightly on the way out. You aren't complaining, it gives you time to undress yourself, except for your black and golden panties and to get comfortable on the bed - even a little bit too comfortable. You let your hands wander over your own body, down to your stomach and into your underwear, you close your eyes. You can feel that you're getting wet and when you lightly touch your clit, you let out a loud moan. And another moan when you can hear the door click, seconds later feel Ethan's hand in your hair.

"You playing with yourself?" Ethan whispers into your ear. At the same time, his other hand takes the same way, your own did before. Down your neck, a calloused thumb gliding over your nipple, further down over your stomach, he draws a circle around your navel before dipping his hand into your panties. Touching you only lightly, you try to buck up your hips, to get more of his touch. Instead of getting more he takes your hand and pulls it out of your panties. An unhumanly hot tongue around your fingers is the next thing, you can feel, it has you open your eyes. Ethan holds your wrist in a tight grip, while Thomas enthusiastically and sloppily sucks on your fingers. He moans around your fingers and his eyes turn white again. You have already seen it one time before today. First you thought, it's only another way his excitement shows and it is. But he's not only excited, he's aroused. It has you moan as well. With a loud plop he lets them go. Before you can pull them back, Ethan licks over your fingers as well, his tongue cold. You shiver.

Ethan gets his hands back into your hair and pulls you up on your knees. Slowly you take off Ethan's blazer, kissing over his toned muscles, his skin feeling cold to your touch. Just when you kiss his nipple, you can feel another hand in your hair, long fingers. Thomas pulls you into a filthy kiss - it's a lot of tongue, his tongue hotter than anything you have ever felt, pulling your hair as he pleases. You take off his blazer, his skin hot under your fingertips. Under your tongue, when you let it wander over his neck artery, when you lick and bite into his stomach. Next to you, Ethan takes off his trousers without making a big show out of it. Thomas puts hands on the waistband of his skirt to get it off as well, you look up to him, lips still on his warm stomach. When he sees your face, he stops himself, instead he only takes off his briefs and leaves the white stockings and the skirt on.

"Trick or Treat?" Ethan asks.

"What's the treat?" you want to know.

"A surprise."

"And the trick?" you ask.

"You'll have to find out," he looks at you and smiles.

"Trick!"

"Good girl!" It's coming from Thomas, not what you expected. You expected Ethan would be the trick as you can have him as a treat every day, but you apparently where mistaken.

You put a hand on his thigh, under his skirt, your head follows and you leave kisses all over his upper thigh. He radiates so much heat, you moan. But before you can put your lips around his dick, he pulls you back by your hair.

"No cara, I don't want you to burn yourself like that."

You swallow, when you look at him. If he thinks, he runs too hot to blow him, how hot is he going to feel other places, when he …

Ethan getting behind you on the bed, snaps you out of your thoughts. He's sitting against the headboard, he looks beautiful, his long black hair with the white flowers - otherwise naked - pulling you with him between his legs. His skin touches yours, his cold skin against yours that feels more and more heated thanks to Thomas. It has you whimpering, going from one opposite to the other. Getting down on the bed, Thomas' skirt slips a little bit and he bats his lashes at you when he readjusts it.

"Spread your legs for him," Ethan whispers and bites into your earlobe, almost nibbles on it. You do spread your legs, Thomas coming closer, skirt slightly swinging before he is between your legs, puts his warm hands on your waist and his hot lips on your shoulder, lipgloss sticks to your skin. "Can I stay in your head?"

Yes, he can stay. You want him there, you trust him. It is never an unpleasant feeling, just feeling his presence on another level. You know, he wants to because this is new, because Thomas is there. You wonder if this would work with him as well, with a demon. Ethan laughs against your ear while Thomas sucks on your neck until he left a hickey and looks at you: "I can't read your mind."

"Sorry," you pull him up to kiss him, "I was just wondering, if this would work with you too, Ethan getting into your thoughts?"

"I probably would have to leave him in," he tilts his head, "I don't think he can otherwise do it or … not sure if that would work at all."

Thomas is kissing down your neck again, between your boobs, then your thighs, leaving more sticky lipgloss - the right one first, then the left one. You are writhing in Ethan's arms. Thomas kisses the fabric of your panties, licks over the fabric and then lightly sucks at your clit through the fabric. Slowly, so slowly, he's taking your underwear off, lets it glide off your legs. Then he puts his lips on your clit again, drawing circles, before moving down and licking over your entrance, licking into your pussy. Pushing his tongue in and out, still so slowly. Sloppy, sticky, hot - you're sure the lipgloss is completely off his lips now.

"How does that feel?" Ethan still asks even though, he knows. He can see all your thoughts, he knows how it feels for you what Thomas is doing with you.

You grab for Ethan's arm, clawing at it - pressing your nails into his skin. The heat is travelling through all of your body, your toes curling in pleasure: "Hot, good, so good. God, god fuck, it feels so hot."

You enjoy it, but it's so much, you yank at his hair to get him off. It's too much, too hot. You feel like burning. From the outside and the inside.

"Sorry," Thomas looks up at you - your hand still in his hair, "I'm trying not to overheat."

One second ago, you thought how it is too hot but you want him to be what he is, to not restrict himself. To show his demonic self. You can hear how Ethan says something to him but you can't register what is being said. Thomas is even getting a bit warmer on top of you, pressing his warm lips to your throat again. Ethan sneaks his arm around you, between Thomas' and your body. Thomas whimpers, Ethan's cold hand also touching his skin before he lets his fingers dance over your skin. He pushes one of his cold fingers into you, cooling you down, it's soothing, and then a second one. Until Thomas adds one of his slim nimble, and above all hot, fingers. Hotter than before. You wish, he would put his tongue somewhere on you again. Ethan pulls Thomas by his hair to your nipple - he puts his mouth on you. He licks over your nipple and then switches to the other one. You whine when Ethan pinches the one Thomas isn't grazing his teeth over, cold slowly taking over again, while Thomas sucks on your other one.

He lets go of your nipple, and sits up. Thomas lifts his skirt playfully. Shows you a bit of skin, shows his hairy thighs, lets it fall down again. Plays with his stockings, then lifts his skirt completely. He's a tease. He teases you even more when he gets between your legs again, pushing his dick between your folds, before he pushes in to you. Thousand little flames are lighting up everywhere in your body. He teases more, pulling back and stopping until you push against him. He still pulls back, grinning at you, before he pushes into you again, harder this time. But he remains playful all the way. Playful and sweet but teasing and passionate. You wonder if it has to do with him being an angel before becoming a demon. There's no time to think about it further, Thomas pushes your legs upwards against your upper body, Ethan ghosting his lips along your neck, probably still leaving light lipstick marks on your skin. It's so hot and he gets so deep, you almost scream and you shake in Ethan's arm. You can't tell if you just came or not. Thomas stops, making sure you are okay, before building up a rhythm. It reminds you of the first time with Ethan, when he played a mindtrick on you - you wanted to try it, but you don't do it often now, passionate but too draining for both of you.

Calm is still washing over you. First you thought Thomas' ways of being calming to be out of place, for a demon of all creatures, but Thomas disagreed with you. Demons have to be calming, or at least know how to be calming because it's easier to possess people, he explained. He chuckled when you pointed out his chaotic tendecies. Everyone has their flaws, he said, even a fallen angel. Sometimes you see how he possesses Vic just for fun and for the chaos that it leads to, Vic an unwilling participant for the most part, always complaining to you it feels like he's trashing her insides but that it's wildly satisfying and mostly she laughs about it with him together when the chaos is over. Otherwise you never asked how possession works or how it looks like or what he's doing as a demon - you trust him nonetheless.

"Are you sure, you should be this trusting," Ethan whispers into your ear, so that Thomas can't hear him, "He's a demon after all?"

Ethan drags his teeth and especially his fangs over the skin on your neck and then over the sensitive skin on your neck. You trust him as well, even though he's a vampire. He wouldn't bite you, drain you, sometimes he just pierces your skin softly with his sharp fangs to get a little taste of blood but never more. Thomas alters his rhythm slightly and gets your full attention back in a heartbeat. You moan, and then you moan into Thomas' mouth, one hand buried in his hair and the other one pulling at Ethan's hair behind you, knocking off the flower crown that was still on his head.

"You should ride him. Thomas deserves a Halloween treat as well, right?"

You turn around together, to get on top of him. Thomas moans, holding you, both of you moving your hips in the same rhythm. The little flames are still dancing - the light of the lamp on the bedside table flickers. Outside is lightning, thunder not too far behind. Thomas is sweaty, he's so unbelievable sweaty under you, his hair a mess, his bangs clinging to his forehead. Sweat on his throat that you lick away, your tongue tingling.

Interested you see how there's black reddish smoke coming from between Thomas' lips but he draws it back before you can get closer. He looks at Ethan.

"I'm not the one you have to ask. If you both want to."

He looks at you again: "Can I?"

"What?" You only have a vague idea.

"Get in you."

You thrust your hips downwards. He chuckles: "Not that kind of in."

He looks at you smiling, tiny bits of smoke still swirling in the air, and you realise that he means possessing you. You nod, you want this, you want to know how it feels. Thomas puts his hand on the back of your neck and then kisses you open-mouthed, the smoke still swirling between you, then leaving Thomas' body to find it's way into yours. If anything else before felt like burning and a thousand little fires, this feels like forest fire settling low in your stomach. On it's way Thomas touches something in you that you can't quite place.

You can feel how Thomas' skin gets colder, his eye colour turning into a pleasant grey-ish green, flickering only lightly. In the same moment, your body heat spikes up. You can feel how your eyes go through the motions like Thomas' before. They flicker because of Thomas' and your own excitement, you go to a dark place when they turn into black orbs, you feel Thomas' passion and wild rage taking over your body when they turn red and they stop at white, you both being incredibly aroused.

This time you can feel your orgasm build up, it's slow. Never did it feel this slow before. Ever. It builds up and up and up, but you don't release. You can't. You want to, but you can't.

"You can let go, it's gonna feel good for both of us."

It sends sparks through your body, Ethan got up and behind you, slowly grazing his fangs over your throat. Thomas pulls you down into a sloppy kiss, draws his demon back, the smoke between you, when you cum and cum and cum. It doesn't stop, it holds on for so long, you almost get dizzy, your head spinning. You crash down over him, he leaves gentle kisses in your hair and on your face while you still shake and whine. And then you can feel how he shakes as well, how he cums and moans into your mouth, his eyes white. The light turns off completely, it turns on again when he holds you in his arm, his breath slowly evening out.

"Vic said this hurts?" you mumble against his lips. You are curious, because it didn't. It didn't hurt, a little unusual. But otherwise there was just blinding pleasure and comfort.

"Yes," he mumbles back, "but you gave yourself willingly and it was for pleasure, not for chaos. She's always so shocked when I do it."

You stay like this, twirling strands of his hair between your fingers, you both breathing together and Ethan behind you drawing a pattern on your back.

"Ethan deserves a treat as well, don't you think?" He chuckles, it's cute. "And he's your treat as well."

You're tired and so calm in Thomas' arms but deep down in your soul you know, that you want to pleasure Ethan as well. And then it hits you, that Thomas touched your soul when he was possessing you. Before them, you never thought about the fact that your human flesh might house something else than organs. But then Ethan came around, a vampire with a soul, who explained that there are such and such, some with and some without - it depends on how they were created. And Thomas, a demon, that shouldn't have a soul but the longer you thought about it, and about your own, you think there's still something like a store somewhere in him. Ethan looks at you for a second, before looking at Thomas, showing him his fangs. Even Thomas seems to be intimidated by them, he recoils.

"I didn't take anything, I swear!"

"You better not."

It reminds you, how dangerous this is. You're between a demon that could do god knows what with your soul and body, burning through your skin, and a vampire that could drain all your blood from you. They wouldn't, you know - you trust them. But the possibility still remains, you shiver. You feel hot all over again. Ethan gives him another look before you get off Thomas with a heavy heart to give Ethan your undivided attention. Getting up, you can see how Thomas' cum is black. Such a stark contrast to Ethan's translucent one you are so used to.

"I thought, you told me, it's normal," Ethan says.

"It is," Thomas rolls his eyes, "Usually it is, I'm not having sex as a demon that often. It's too hard to control myself and only then it happens."

For a second or two, you ask yourself how that would look like, Thomas not controlling himself. In your bed. You bite your lips, Ethan growls at him and Thomas' eyes turn the darkest black you've ever seen, then a blazing shade of red before going back to normal. You kiss Thomas again, before Ethan pulls you back and kisses you possessively, leaving lipstick behind. He lays you down on the bed again, your head hitting the mattress - Thomas pulls your head onto his thigh, you leave a kiss on his skin and play with the hem of his skirt.

Ethan spreads your legs, he kisses you, cooling you completely down when he thrusts into you. He finds a rhythm quicker than Thomas, being used to you, to your needs, probably still being in your head, knowing exactly what you want. His thumb slowly circling your clit - Thomas slowly carding his fingers through your hair. Biting your tongue, you can taste the metallic taste of blood. Ethan kisses you, his lipstick already smudged, lets your tongues swirls together, moans when he gets blood on his tongue.

Ethan has more strength than Thomas and he shows it off, fucking you into the mattress. He's not letting you cum. He makes it look like, it's your choice but all three of you know that it's just show. It's his decision, not really yours anymore but one time he doesn't stop you.

"When you cum, Thomas can use the paddle on you." It gets you so excited, you almost don't stop yourself. "Or you can use it on him, whatever is worse."

In the end, you do control yourself, when you see Thomas looking intimidated, his eyes going wide. But you also see interest flashing in his eyes. Even more interest and fascination reflects on his face when Ethan bites into your throat, exactly where Thomas left a hickey earlier, he's still fucking you, and draws blood from you. Cold lips on your throat, your eyes are rolling back, Thomas licking his lips. Ethan cums before you, still sucking on your throat but it doesn't take you long to follow.

All three of you are a cuddle pile, exhausted. There's Thomas' sticky lipgloss everywhere, Ethan's lipstick - smudged, stains on your skin, dark eyeshadow - wiped away, Thomas' mascara - also smudged. You know, that you don't look any better, you're happy.

"You really didn't take anything?" Ethan wants to know again, he wants reassurance for something. He puts his hands around Thomas' throat, you putting your hands on his forearm, and he loosens his grip.

"I wouldn't, I would never! You know that!"

Ethan gets his hands off then, looking at him apologetically and whispering a silent sorry.

"What are you taking?" You ask, you put your arm around his hips, your other one around Ethan's. You know a lot about vampire lore and Ethan's history but you still don't know that much about him, you would like to know more.

"The souls of people who made a pact with Satan. And … Some here and there, consensually, of course. I would never take some for myself when my opposite doesn't want to give. And I would never only take a part of it," he looks at Ethan angrily. It seems like he was accused of a greater crime than just taking a soul.

"Why?"

Thomas sighs, and Ethan sighs as well.

"Some demons only take parts of human souls, it fucks them up completely, it's worse than when you just take them whole, it makes most humans go insane and …," he swallows, "Some of them just have fun feasting on the best chunks. I wouldn't. I only touched because it looked so pretty and warm, I'm sorry."

"I know, I'm sorry too, I'm just protective." He presses a kiss to Thomas' sweaty forehead - leaving a smudged lipstick stain there as well, to his sweaty bangs and you do the same.

"What happened to your wings?" Your own curiosity is taking over now, Ethan caresses your shoulders and Thomas takes your hand for a short moment.

He rolls out of bed, still dressed in the yellow skirt, the white stockings slipped down. Ethan is behind you, holding you securily in his arms. Your breath catches in your throat and you can hear the little oh Ethan breathes into your ear.

Thomas' wings are a dirty grey, some dirt sticking to them, a tiny bit of blood. You can see that he stopped taking care of them a long time ago, but for the most part, you see that his wings are clipped. It breaks a piece of your heart to see it, and this is new, you can feel something break in Ethan too. Snap - just like that. It's a weird moment to know something like this, but in this moment you know that you two belong together. And still Thomas' wings are one of the most beatiful things you have ever seen.

"Could I touch them?" You don't want to be rude but the feathers are drawing you in like a magnet.

"They are dirty," he blushes.

"We can wash them," you offer.

"We all have to shower anyways," Ethan says, "You can go, I'll do the bed first."

You get him under the shower and Thomas shudders and shakes his wings at you when the water is still too cold for him, hits his wings and then your face, you laugh. Carefully you wash them with a soft sponge you found hidden deep in Ethan's bathroom cabinets.

"Why did you become a demon?" There's still the fear to overstep but he seems open for the conversation.

"You know why Ethan turned? Same reason, but I did it out of my own will."

Love. That was the reason.

Ethan was a normal person at the beginning of the 1800's. He opened one of the first bookshops in Italy. You suspect that his old love for books as a human only amplified the love for knowledge a vampire has even more in his undead life. He was in love with a girl who wasn't allowed to see him, because her father thought she could have something better than him. So they met during dark nights, having dinner together in fields. Until one night, he didn't make it home. He died that night on the way home. He fell, his oil lamp falling with him, catching his feet and the next day only his corpse could be found. The girl felt deep guilt and blamed herself, like Ethan having a knack for the occult, she searched the hidden section in his bookstore until she found something interesting. She had a cat jump over his corpse to become a vampire. It looked like it didn't work but three nights later, he was standing in front of her, in one piece, no burn mark except one on his body, with fangs and an unquenchable thirst for blood. You asked how he felt with it but he reassured you, that it was absolutely fine; he can't remember the way home, or dying, there's no trauma. Just a pair of fangs - could have been worse.

"Can I ask what happened? Who did this to you?"

"I played dice with Satan to safe the soul of a loved one. I … I lost. So I gambled my own soul, to have another chance at it. I won, she released the soul of my loved one but kept mine instead. I should have read the fine print on which conditions she would have play me again, I was never suppossed to get both back. But stupid trusting me having faith, went for a another game, I already lost my soul and already knew I would be cast out of heaven. She offered me that she'll let me go, live a soulless life with my loved one, but leave us and any offspring past that alone, forever. I went for it, it went okay, I was finally lucky until I wasn't and I lost. In return she kept me in hell for fifthy years and had the pleasure to turn a fallen angel into a demon unwillingly." He looks at you, and you look back, carefully washing away at his wings. "She cheated on me, she played with a loaded dice."

"Was it -, was it for another angel?"

"No, she was human, like you or Vic. She lived a long and fulfilled live, had kids who had kids who had kids who had kids who had kids and so on over the years. She died a long time ago, but I still visit the family from time to time. I'm still always invited for birthdays." He smiles at you sadly. "I … I would do it again, you know. I would always do it again, if it means she had a peaceful happy life in the end, I would do it."

"I'm sorry." You don't know what else to say. You remember some yellowed, old looking photographs in Thomas' wallet, you can have a guess now that this is her family and somehow his as well.

"It's not too bad, it could be worse," he smiles, "I love the chaos I can cause, I could have never in heaven, even when I would have liked too and I would have liked to, believe me, and some things are more of a perk than a burden. It's okay, trust me."

Ethan joins you in the bathroom as well, he washes his face first, before having a look into the shower.

"You okay in here?"

"Yes," you smile at him, "Could you just hold that wing, he always moves it when I touch there, I just can't clean that one spot."

Ethan does you the favour, smiling at Thomas, who in turn isn't having it at all. His wing is flapping again and he splashes Ethan with water that drops out of the feathers.

"Lets try the other way around," you say and hold Thomas' wing again, "Can you clean it?"

The sponge hits Ethan' face - Thomas giggles.

Ethan somehow does manage and you finally get out of the shower. All clean, getting wrapped into warm and fluffy towels.

"Sorry that these are still grey."

"Don't worry, they won't get any better, they are supposed to be a shiny silver but that's long gone."

"It's still a lovely colour." You kiss the tip of his nose.

Ethan kisses your cheek: "We can have some tea in bed and I stole some cake from the party."

You raise his eyebrows at him, sounds more like a Thomas' thing to do.

"I'm full of surprises! It's shaped like little bats, how could I not?" He laughs and you kiss him lovingly. Thomas looks at the floor, you kiss him as well. Not because you feel sorry for him, but because you want to. Ethan smiles at you both.

You all have tea together in bed, the cake Ethan nicked from the party on a plate between you. You are talking more about Ethan's earlier life, but also about Thomas' earlier life - your head rests on Ethan's shoulder. Thomas tells you something about another stint in hell because he refused to get a soul from someone who didn't want to let it go, but that after this he met Vic. And how he mostly prefers being a chaotic, independent demon over being an angel bound to heaven. It eases you a little bit.

When all the cake is eaten and the teacups are empty, Thomas wants to leave and go to his own bed. Ethan and you look at each other, it's not an option. You pull him back into bed and Thomas smiles shyly at both at you but doesn't complain.

Thomas was right, he has the fluffiest wings, it's the most comforting experience, there's still a thunderstorm outside: You fall asleep with Thomas' wings wrapped around Ethan and your own body.

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Trivia (aka useless facts about this, with me, a section no one ever asked for):

Elle Woods - Legally BlondeCher Horowitz - Clueless Lilies and roses - Lilies represent the Holy Spirit and stand for the link to the afterlife. Roses "attract angels of love" and they strengthen and cultivate new relationships. Bookstores in Italy - The first bookstore in Italy was opened in 1810 in Genoa Legend about Pope Sylvester II - The legend says he played dice with the devil to become pope

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[marlsdarls]

Life is strange: return of Max (maybe Chloe)

Tbh this is just me yapping about Lis1 bc it's the first video game that truly interested me and why I think everything relating to Max and Chloe was not necessary.

(warning English isn't my first language and I'm legit about to sleep so this might be messy + spoilers for like all the life is strange games obviously also I haven't played these in a WHILE)

Soo my first reason is just that their story has legit been told fully. You cannot tell me that we needet more of it. Max gets time travel powers, save best friend (till now I thougt potentially YOURSELF too but that's not the case anymore) or the town. Pick Chloe and David gets a call from her in Los 2 and now you know that those two are doing well and Vic is doing too,now you could elaborate on other characters too like Kate or Warren or anybody else but those aren't the main characters. Personaly I always loved how lis 1 has a pretty open ending either you drive away and don't see much more or you just see the funeral and you can imagen the rest.

This isn't the exact topic but because the series isn't finished I'm also interested on what they even plan on doing with it because I thougt they would maybe like tie the story's together and just let all the characters meet or something because like sometimes in lis 3 it legit just felt like they made the game to get another protagonist and throw steph in there so we get some Chloe crumbs and are happy because what was that story. If this is some they all meet together and either lose their powers or defeat something or whatever else people with telekinesis, time travel and empath powers do when they meet and they actually make it work than that's cool but still I don't know. I need to see the game to have a valid opinion on it yk.

On topic of them throwing Chloe and Max story crumbs our way to make us happy, if they're all connected why do we only hear of max and Chloe all the time. Like I get that that's most peoples favorite but still and I get that in a game where steph (who obviously knew Chloe & Rachel) is a love interest and witnessed the storm that there will be lots of Chloe and Rachel references (atleast in the dlc) but like its always connected throu them, David is chloes step father, steph had a crush on Rachel and knew Chloe and so on but you don't see the wolf brothers anywhere they obviously had to make the third game to make references to it but Cody (??? Tbh forgot his name but the dude Sean and Daniel saw Arcadia with and drove to that hotel) could've been mentioned that he drove there and knew someone Alex knows or like Jed is a bartender who are known for being good listeners so maybe they could've had a little refrence to someone from a game especially because lis 2 had so many people traveling too like it wouldn't have been hard to make a small refrence. I also don't get why Chloe and Rachel were such a big part of the dlc yes, Steph had a crush on Rachel and yes they were friends but why did it focus on crushes she had in high-school (???) and not even more of the storm or the fact one of her pottencial teachers was MARK JEFFERSON and that she could've known some of his other victims + def knew Rachel.

[netherfeildren]

Hello Vic 💙

So after months of being a silent lurker I’ve now made it my mission to spread some of my love and appreciation to all my favorite writers (which you are one of, clearly<3) for the work u put in creating stories that make me very happy.😊

I really wish I could tell you what story brought me here, but I cannot remember it, though I can tell you everything you have written is a freaking masterpiece. 🥹🫶🏻

I hope the next part comes across in the way that I wanted it to come across 👀

Your way of writing is something else, it’s art, it’s something that I hope one day I will get even one percent close to being able to do myself, like I hope my writing someday will be somewhat as good as yours. 😚🙌🏻

Honestly, truly, I really loved all of your stories, but there’s an honorable mention I want to make….when u wrote Joel’s death as a writing exercise for Fear of God you made me cry so hard, Joel’s death in general makes me emotional and after losing someone myself in a traumatic way it hit even harder. Those feelings of grief and loss were portrayed so beautifully you left me as a pathetic crying puddle 🫠

I promise you one day when I worked through all the other stories I want to also read again I will read your works and give you my thoughts, that’s the other mission I have which is a lot harder because there are so many stories so many but it’s worth it putting in the time because they are all so, great 👍🏻

I’m also keeping my eye out for “Fable of the dog” I literally just read the first chapter and it looks like another masterpiece ahhhhhh 🤭🫨

I also want you to know that you should absolutely never feel pressured or forced to get chapters out at a rapid speed because you’re a person, not a machine and I truly think that it’s easy to forget that. Especially now that I’ve started writing something myself I feel like I can relate a little bit more to writers and the pressure 😶

Well I hope you have a great day and take care of yourself Vic 💙

thank you so much for this you’re extremely extremely lovely 💗💗 I feel like as in any fandom this one has its strifes but there really are such cool and talented people in this community and so much great writing and wonderful art to enjoy we’re really so lucky

I’m so glad you’re enjoying fable and I’m soso keen to get the next one out soon!

hope you’re having a fab Thursday (my favorite day of the week) and have a good weekend 🫶🏻

[macbethz]

I visited your blog to find that great edit you made of Alex Wilder again, because I think it's just great and one of the best edits i've seen of Alex. I was wondering though, what did you think of Rowell's time on the comic series. I really do admire how much she cares about the characters, I really do, but I had a massive problem with the progression of the stories. I just feel like it would have been better if it was in a show rather than a one comic that comes out once a month

OMG you came to the right person because i have many thoughts on Rowell's run...also thank you for the kind words abt my Alex edit its one of my favs and i always forget it exists

In terms of Rowell's run. It started off as one of my favorite runs and as time went on I grew to really dislike it.

I think there's some stuff she does I REALLY love - I think she gets Alex on a level a lot of writers really don't and does some genuinely interesting things with him which is very important to me personally since he's one of my favs. I sometimes like to look at the stuff she wrote for him in a vacuum and pretend the rest of that run doesn't exist LMAO. The stuff with Molly and her reluctance to abandon her parents because she was so young when she lost them I find very compelling as well, as well as stuff that begins to be explored with Chase in terms of How To Cope With Your Dead Girlfriend Coming Back to Life And Still Being 16, but unfortunately it isn't really resolved. Gib also is a fun addition to the cast and I like the parallels between him and the rest of the Runaways. Anka's art is ofc beautiful as always (kinda a minor issue tho but I wish he had gone less nugoth for Nico and stuck to her more classic romantic/trad goth looks - it makes her look so artificial to me)

It's been a hot second so I really need a reread but iirc i didn't have as much of an issue with pacing as I did with some weird characterization and plot choices so I don't really know if another format would have improved it, but maybe if a show or something stretched out the runtime of each arcs. I saw someone say once that Rowell is a fix-it writer and i think that really describes the problems with this run, which is that she's far more interested in resolving ""plot holes"" and bringing back old characters than telling new interesting stories. I put plot holes in quotation marks because frankly a lot of these things are not plot holes. The fact that we don't know how the staff of one works is NOT a plot hole, its part of it being a weird fucked magic artifact. Making it a person kind of undermines everything Nico has gone thru in the rest of her arc and adds some weird ass implications to every other writer's work. Even with things that actually are issues, comic history is full of holes not everything exists to be repaired especially if it comes at the cost of cool stories.

THE ROMANCE ARCS feel engineered just to kinda create cute moments rather than good stories. I didn't find Nico and Karolina's relationship issues believable or interesting at all especially considering their respective histories. I find them and a lot of the cast to be vastly OOC but that's pretty typical for comics I guess. Victor and Gert's romance is one of my main issues as well because it just seems kind of out of nowhere to me and just kind of an effort to pair off the cast. I don't feel like they have any chemistry, Vic (and the rest of the cast but mostly him) feels really dumbed down and his complex struggles with bodily autonomy are simplified down to him wanting to hold his new girlfriend. Just overall his characterization in this comic completely revolves around Gert and it sucks. Gert in general is a huge issue for me because while I find her an interesting character in her original form, in this run she kind of monopolizes the entire comic with her arcs always taking precedence. AND THEY DONT EVEN DO ANYTHING INTERESTING WITH HER. SHE LITERALLY DIED AND CAME BACK AND LOST YEARS OF TIME WITH HER FREINDS WHO HAVE GROWN CLOSER IN HER ABSENCE and instead they write this very like cartoonishly evil fatphobia plot which doesn't seem interested in saying anything besides "fatphobia bad :(" I normally hate to like try to read author intention but its difficult to me not to think Rowell did a bit of a self insert/authors pet situation here.

TLDR - OVERALL I think the comic could REALLY have benefited from less characters with longer arcs rather than trying to fit everything and the kitchen sink from the last 20 years of runaways history. But I also think it is unfortunately one of the best and only runaways comics we've gotten recently so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ def need a reread to fully collect my thoughts as well

[brian-in-finance]

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Link to interview and there is an Instagram Story.

Thanks for the message, Anon.

Lauren Lyle

9 October 2022

Necklace / Maria Black // Dress / Missoni // Photographer: Stewart Bywater

Interview & Editor: Owen James Vincent

Stylist: Ben James Adams

Hair: Joe Pickering Taylor

Makeup: Maria Asadi

Photographer’s assistant: Hannie McBride

Stylist’s first assistant: Linda Houtsonen

Stylist’s second assistant: Fatima Koko

Cover Design: Emily Curtis

A big thanks to Georgia & Ellie from Public Eye & Sorcha Adamson from Arch The Agency

With ITV drama 'Karen Pirie' coming to an end. We got to chat to Lauren Lyle about her time on the show, preparing herself for the role and behind-the-scenes stories.

Dress & Gloves / La Musa @ Cult Mia

Hi Lauren! Thanks for chatting with ReVamp Magazine. Has 2022 been good for you?

It has, i’ve been very lucky to travel a lot for work from LA to the very most Northern Island of of the UK so i’ve seen some amazing sights. A grey whale in California and a colony of grey seals in the North. It’s been such a good summer in London too. After working away loads it felt cool to reconnect with my friends and actually live in my newly renovated apartment.

Do you remember the first production you worked on?

My first ever proper acting job was The Crucible at The Old Vic on The West End. I couldn’t believe it. TV wise it was either a BBC comedy called Radges which was hilarious and written by now a very successful comedian Fern Brady. Or it was Holby City! An absolute right of passage for a UK actor, i’m honoured to have got an episode before it ended.

Shirt / Letoit // Trousers / ArmedAngels // Shoe / Grenson

You’re the lead role in the ITV crime drama ‘Karen Pirie’. How has the reaction been so far?

It been crazy. I’m quite overwhelmed, and even Twitter which can be a horrible place is largely very positive. I’m so happy everyone is loving it and despite not wanting to read reviews it is good to know even rival papers are agreeing that is a great show. I knew we were making a good thing and its such a relief now its finally out.

How did you prepare yourself for this role?

I read the scripts a million times, watched all the detective shows I could, and created my own big wall which outlined the case and all the suspects. It was very intense wrapping my head around the case and every little details but a real pleasure diving in and immersing myself. Then when it came to line learning it was just repetition repetition repetition. And then sometimes the pub alone, with a half pint and my script.

Jacket / Dagmar // Shoe / Grenson

What was it like to be part of Val McDermid’s world?

Very cool! She’s created such iconic characters and much loved worlds. I was slightly daunted a the prospect of playing a character so many already loved from the books knowing I might not be everyone’s Karen they imagined in their head, however having done it once with Marsali as a book character from Outlander I knew this was our version and people would hopefully honour that. Which they have.

Do you think we need to see more female representation in big roles such as Karen's?

Always. I think telling this story through the lens of another young woman who also knows what it means to be nervous walking home at night is relevant and important. The case is very personal to Karen and the subject matter is to me, so i definitely feel proud to be opening up that conversation further into the mainstream. I’ve had lots of amazing messages from women saying that seeing a vanity free, funny, relatable woman on screen is so refreshing and reassuring.

Earrings / Maria Black // Dress / JC Pajares @ Cult Mia

Have you got any funny behind-the-scenes stories?

I got my parents into the final scene of the whole show as extras. It was quite special to bring them to work and show what I do. We did one take where we picked up half way through the scene and on one told my mum so she started acting out the very beginning of the scene. She stalled the whole take and accidentally got in Chris Jenks (The Mint’s) shot. Luckily the director through it was hilarious and filmed the whole thing.

Lastly, have you got any plans for the rest of the year?

I have just finished another film and i’m preparing to go away to an Island to shoot another one which will take me up to Christmas. Then it will be Christmas dinners and sleep.

You can catch the last episode of 'Karen Pirie' on ITV tonight at 8pm or watch the whole season on ITV Hub.

Revamp

Remember… I got my parents into the final scene of the whole show as extras. It was quite special to bring them to work and show what I do. — Lauren Lyle

[sofiamantegafan110]

NEW X-MEN EPISODE 2

EPISODE 2: PILOT, PART 2

WE OPEN ON A BRIGHT SUNNY DAY AT XAVIER’S. SLOWLY, CESSILY GETS OUT OF BED WHILE THE SONG “CALL ME IRRESPONSIBLE” STARTS TO PLAY. CESSILY EXCITEDLY DANCES AROUND THE ROOM WITH SOFIA PAYING IT NO MIND. DURING HER ROMP, CESSILY THROWS A PILLOW AROUND, BRUSHES HER TEETH, REMOVES HER PJ’S TO PUT ON NEW CLOTHES, AND BRUSHES HER HAIR. SHE THEN BURSTS OUT THE DOOR, CONTINUING TO DANCE. SHE KNOCKS ON SEVERAL DOORS FOR RHYTHM, CAUSING MANY AN AGGRAVATED STUDENT TO POKE THEIR HEADS OUT. CESSILY THEN BUMPS INTO A STERN-LOOKING EMMA FROST AND SHE IMMEDIATELY DASHES BACK TO HER ROOM.

CUE INTRO AND CREDITS

WE PAN AROUND THE SCHOOL WHILE ANOTHER SONG PLAYS. DURING THIS, WE FOCUS ON SEVERAL TIMES WHEN OUR MAIN STUDENTS INTERACT. CLARICE AND LAURIE PASS SOFIA AND CESSILY IN THE HALLWAY, SANTO SITS NEXT TO JULIAN IN ART, LAURA WATCHES SOFIA LISTEN TO MUSIC DURING ENGLISH, JAY AND CLARICE ARE ASSIGNED AS LAB PARTNERS IN BIOLOGY, SANTO WATCHES CESSILY READ A BOOK IN THE LIBRARY, JULIAN WINKS AT AN OBLIVIOUS SOFIA, WHO SITS ACROSS FROM HIM IN GEOGRAPHY, AND LAURA LIGHTLY BUMPS INTO JAY WHILE GETTING TO HER NEXT CLASS.

DURING LUNCH, CESSILY AND SOFIA ENTHUSE ABOUT THEIR EXCITEMENT SO FAR. SOFIA GUSHES OVER THE FACT THAT MR. MCCOY, THE BIOLOGY TEACHER, WAS CLINGING TO THE CEILING HALF THE TIME, AND CESSILY, IN TURN, TALKS ABOUT HOW SUAVE MR. LEBEAU WAS DURING SEX ED. SOFIA THEN WAVES TO CLARICE, WHO WALKS PAST WITH LAURIE.

LAURIE IMMEDIATELY NOTICES SOFIA WAVING AND ASKS CLARICE IF SHE WANTS TO SIT WITH THEM. CLARICE SAYS NO. SHE’S NOT A PEOPLE PERSON. LAURIE SAYS THAT SHE COULD’VE FOOLED HER BEFORE LOOKING OVER AT A GOTH KID WAVING AT THEM FROM A TABLE. LAURIE IMMEDIATELY DRAGS CLARICE OVER TO THE TABLE AND INTRODUCES THE KID AS KEVIN FORD. THEY MET OVER THE SUMMER, AND HE’S PRETTY COOL.

CLARICE THEN ASKS IF HIS CHOICE OF LATEX ALL OVER HIS BODY IS A MISGUIDED FASHION STATEMENT, AND KEVIN RESPONDS BY REMOVING HIS GLOVE AND THEN TOUCHING HIS LUNCH TRAY. IT IMMEDIATELY CRUMBLES TO DUST, MUCH TO CLARICE’S AMAZEMENT. EVENTUALLY, LAURA SITS DOWN AT THE TABLE, EATING HER FOOD. CLARICE ASKS WHAT HER STORY IS AND SHE DOESN’T RESPOND. CLARICE THEN ASKS IF THIS IS WHERE ALL THE WEIRD KIDS EAT LUNCH.

LAURIE: SOCIAL OUTCASTS, PARTY OF FOUR.

CLARICE LAUGHS AT LAURIE’S JOKE BEFORE THEN NOTICING THE BLONDE LOOKING OVER AT WHERE JOSH AND JAY ARE SITTING ALONGSIDE A GUY WITH A LIZARD APPEARANCE AND A PUERTO RICAN BOY WITH DREADLOCKS. JOSH INTRODUCES THEM AS VIC AND BRIAN AND JAY WAVES BEFORE SITTING DOWN. BRIAN SAYS THAT HE REMEMBERS SEEING JAY IN ALGEBRA. HE REALLY KEEPS TO HIMSELF. JAY NODS BEFORE JOSH ASKS HIM IF HE WANTS TO JOIN THE FOOTBALL TEAM. JAY SAYS THAT HE DOESN’T REALLY PLAY SPORTS, MUCH TO JOSH’S DISAPPOINTMENT.

MEANWHILE, CESSILY LOOKS OVER TO SEE THE FAIRY GIRL FROM THE PREVIOUS EPISODE WAVING AT HER. SHE’S WITH THE PURPLE DIAMOND GIRL AND A PINK-SKINNED GIRL WITH POINTY EARS. CESS AND SOFIA SIT AT THEIR TABLE AND THE GIRL INTRODUCES HERSELF AS MEGAN, WITH THE OTHERS BEING ROXY AND CALLIE. MEGAN SAYS THEY WERE ALL NEW LAST YEAR, SO THEY KNOW HOW IT SEEMS, BUT THEY SEEM LIKE CHEERLEADER MATERIAL. CESSILY SQUEALS, SAYING THAT SHE WAS A CHEERLEADER AT HER OLD SCHOOL. CONFUSED, SOFIA ASKS WHAT A CHEERLEADER IS, PROMPTING CESSILY TO LAUNCH INTO A FULL EXPLANATION. CALLIE GRINS AND TELLS THEM THAT TRYOUTS ARE AFTER SCHOOL. THEY’LL REALLY NEED TO BRING THEIR A-GAME, AND THEY’LL ESPECIALLY NEED TO IMPRESS THE TEAM CAPTAIN.

CUE ‘MILKSHAKE’ BY KELIS AS MONET ST. CROIX WALKS INTO THE CAFETERIA. SHE GIVES A SULTRY FLIP OF HER HAIR BEFORE DRINKING OUT OF HER SODA CAN. (I WAS INSPIRED BY VEROSIKA MAYDAY FROM HELLUVA BOSS HERE) SOFIA AND CESSILY WATCH AS MONET SITS DOWN AT A TABLE AS A GRAY-SKINNED LATINO BOY TRIES TO ASK HER OUT. SHE GIVES HIM A LOOK AND HE WALKS BACK TO HIS TABLE BEFORE HE CAN EVEN GET A WORD OUT.

ROXY: SHE’S ALWAYS ON TOP OF THE LATEST FASHION TRENDS. SHE EXCELS AT EVERY SUBJECT AND SHE HAS A BILLION STUDENTS FOLLOWING HER. SHE’S XAVIER’S ROYALTY.

MEGAN: LAST YEAR, SHE DATED THE MOST POPULAR GUY HERE, JULIAN KELLER. BUT THEY BROKE UP ON THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL. REASON; UNKNOWN.

CALLIE: I HEARD SHE’S AUTISTIC AND THAT’S WHY SHE DUMPED HIM.

CESSILY STARES AT MONET IN AMAZEMENT, TELLING THEM THAT THEY’LL BE AT TRYOUTS. MEGAN SMILES AND ROXY SAYS THAT SHE KNOWS CESSILY WILL LOOK GREAT IN THE UNIFORM, PROMPTING A GIGGLE FROM CESS. SOFIA SMILES, SAYING THAT SHE ALWAYS LOVED DANCING IN HER HOMETOWN OF VENEZUELA. IT’S EXCITING TO FIND A NEW WAY TO DO THAT.

MEANWHILE, JULIAN WATCHES THE GIRLS TALK. HE IMMEDIATELY TELLS SANTO THAT HE’S GOING FOR IT, PROMPTING A GROAN FROM THE ROCKY TEEN. JULIAN SAUNTERS UP TO SOFIA, ASKING HER NAME. WHEN SHE RESPONDS, HE ASKS HER IF SHE KNOWS HER NAME MEANS ‘WISDOM’. IT’S A PRETTY NAME FOR A PRETTY FACE. CALLIE GROANS, TELLING JULIAN THAT IT SEEMS A BIT EARLY FOR THIS WHILE SOFIA LOOKS AT HIM IN CONFUSION.

CLARICE WATCHES THE WHOLE ORDEAL BEFORE WALKING OVER, CALLING JULIAN ‘FUCKFACE’ AND SAYING THAT HE NEEDS TO TAKE A HINT; SOFIA’S NOT INTERESTED. JULIAN CALLS HER ‘FIRECRACKER’ AND TELLS HER TO MOVE ALONG. HE’S BUSY. CLARICE IS HAVING NONE OF IT, TELLING HIM THAT IF SHE WANTED TO BE SWAMPED WITH TESTOSTERONE AND WHITE PRIVILEGE, SHE’D HAVE STAYED IN JUVIE. JULIAN JUST STARES AT HER, ASKING IF HE KNOWS HER. IF NOT, THEN SHE SHOULD COME BACK WHEN SHE’S SOMEONE WHO MATTERS. SOFIA JUST LOOKS AT HIM IN DISMAY.

ANGERED, CLARICE GRABS A NEARBY SLICE OF PIE, SHOVING IT IN JULIAN’S FACE. HE IMMEDIATELY RETALIATES, THROWING A BOWL OF SPAGHETTI AT HER. SHE SMIRKS, CREATING A PORTAL IN FRONT OF HER AND ANOTHER ABOVE JULIAN AS THE SPAGHETTI HITS HIM IN THE HEAD. SUDDENLY, A BOWL OF FRO-YO HITS CLARICE IN THE SIDE OF THE HEAD. SHE LOOKS OVER AT SANTO AND GRABS SOME OATMEAL, THROWING IT AT HIM. HE DUCKS AND THE BOWL HITS JAY INSTEAD, CAUSING HIM TO THROW HIS SALAD AT HER.

JULIAN TAKES THIS OPPORTUNITY TO THROW MORE FOOD AT CLARICE, BUT IS PELTED BY A BURGER THROWN BY SOFIA, WHO CONDESCENDS HERSELF FOR FALLING FOR HIS PELVIC SORCERY. SHE THEN FINDS HERSELF PELTED BY A BURRITO FROM LAURA, WHO IS THEN HIT WITH A SANDWICH FROM SANTO. CESSILY GRINS, STANDING ON THE TABLE.

CESSILY: FOOD FIGHT!!!!!

IT’S THEN THAT EVERYONE JOINS IN, THROWING FOOD AT EACH OTHER. THIS LASTS FOR A WHILE AND DURING THIS, MONET SITS AT HER TABLE, BONE DRY, OBLIVIOUS TO WHAT’S GOING ON. SANTO THEN THROWS A SLICE OF CHERRY PIE AT CLARICE, WHO DUCKS, CAUSING THE PIE TO HIT EMMA FROST IN THE CLEAVAGE JUST AS SHE WALKS IN. SHE DEMANDS TO KNOW WHO DID THIS, CAUSING ALL THE STUDENTS TO STEP ASIDE AND POINT AT THE SEVEN INSTIGATORS.

A FEW MINUTES LATER, THEY ALL FIND THEMSELVES IN DETENTION. JULIAN SNAPS AT CLARICE, SAYING IT WAS HER FAULT. SHE THREW FOOD FIRST. SOFIA YELLS AT HIM, SAYING THAT THIS ALL COULD’VE BEEN AVOIDED IF HE WASN’T SUCH A PENDEJO. SHE THEN SNAPS AT LAURA FOR THROWING FOOD AT HER FOR NO REASON AT ALL. JULIAN AGREES, SAYING THAT A FREAK LIKE HER SHOULD SERIOUSLY CHECK HER FACTS BEFORE BEING SUCH A LOOSE CANNON. CESSILY GRINS, SAYING THAT IT WAS KINDA FUN, BUT JAY ASKS HER IF SHE’S INSANE.

MEANWHILE, EMMA WATCHES THE ARGUING TEENS WITH A SIGH, UPSET THAT SOMETHING LIKE THIS HAPPENED ON THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL. SCOTT TELLS HER THAT IT’S NOT THAT BAD. AT LEAST THEY HAVE THE FIRST SEVEN VOLUNTEERS FOR A TRAINING SQUAD. EMMA SIGHS, AGREEING TO TAKE THEM UNDER HER WING, BUT A NEW FIGURE STEPS IN, SAYING THAT SHE’LL DO IT. SHE DOESN’T TRUST EMMA NOT TO CONFORM ANOTHER GROUP.

BACK IN DETENTION, EVERYONE IS ARGUING WITH EACH OTHER UNTIL A DOOR OPENS AND DANI MOONSTAR STEPS OUT. SHE INTRODUCES HERSELF AND EXPLAINS THAT SHE HEARD WHAT HAPPENED. CLEARLY, THEY ALL HAVE NO METHOD OF COOPERATION. SHE THEN SAYS THAT THE FACULTY OF XAVIER’S IS PLANNING ON SPLITTING STUDENTS INTO SQUADS. SEVEN STUDENTS, ALL TRAINED BY ONE X-MEN MENTOR FOR THE REST OF THE SEMESTER.

DANI: AND GUESS WHO JUST VOLUNTEERED FOR A SQUAD?

JULIAN IMMEDIATELY BURSTS OUT, ASKING IF SHE’S CRAZY. THERE’S NO WAY HE’S PAIRING UP WITH A FREAKY WOLVERINE KNOCKOFF AND A DEPRESSED HOOD RAT. HE THEN DEMANDS TO AT LEAST PUT CLARICE AND LAURA IN DIFFERENT SQUADS AND LEAVE THE REST THE WAY THEY ARE. SOFIA THEN SAYS THAT IF THAT’S THE CASE, THEN SHE’D LIKE TO TRANSFER TO ANOTHER GROUP AS WELL. DANI TELLS THEM THAT THE DECISION IS FINAL. AND THEY SHOULD’VE THOUGHT OF THAT BEFORE THEY DECIDED TO CAUSE TROUBLE IN THE LUNCHROOM.

UPSET, CLARICE STORMS OUT OF THE ROOM AND DANI SIGHS, SAYING THAT SHE GUESSES DETENTION IS OVER. JULIAN THEN STANDS UP AND BRUSHES SOME FOOD OFF HIS SHIRT BEFORE WALKING OUT, FOLLOWED BY SANTO. SOFIA WALKS OUT THE ROOM AS WELL FOLLOWED BY EVERYONE ELSE, WITH DANI WATCHING THEM, SAYING THAT THIS COULD BE THE START OF SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL.

SOFIA FINDS CLARICE CROUCHED DOWN BY THE GIRL’S BATHROOM AND SHE ASKS HER IF SHE’S OKAY. CLARICE NODS, SAYING THAT SHE JUST CAN’T STAND PEOPLE WHO THINK THEY’RE BETTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE. SOFIA TELLS HER THAT SHE KNOWS HOW SHE FEELS, BUT WITH ANY LUCK, JULIAN COULD CHANGE. SHE’LL SEE. THERE’S GOOD IN PEOPLE WHETHER THEY WANT TO ADMIT IT OR NOT.

CESSILY WALKS UP TO THEM, TELLING SOFIA THAT THEY’RE GONNA MISS CHEERLEADING TRYOUTS. SOFIA NODS AND ASKS CLARICE IF SHE WANTS TO COME WITH THEM. SHE SAYS NO, BUT HOPEFULLY SHE’LL SEE HER AROUND. SOFIA SMILES, SAYING THAT THEY DEFINITELY WILL NOW THAT THEY’RE ON THE SAME TEAM. SHE THEN WALKS OFF WITH CESSILY, LEAVING CLARICE TO STARE AT HER DREAMILY.

MEANWHILE, LAURA DECIDES TO TRY TO TALK TO JULIAN AND TELL HIM THAT SHE DIDN’T APPRECIATE HOW HE TALKED ABOUT HER. WHILE SHE DOES, SHE OVERHEARS JULIAN COMPLAINING TO SANTO ABOUT HIS LUCK. HE’S BEEN DENIED ACCESS TO SOFIA’S HEART, AND NOW HE’S ON A SQUAD WITH A FREAK MINI-WOLVERINE.

SANTO TELLS HIM THAT IT’S NOT OVER YET. HE STILL HAS A CHANCE TO BE CAPTAIN OF THE FOOTBALL TEAM. JULIAN NODS, SAYING THAT THERE’S STILL A WAY TO TURN THIS AROUND. A WAY TO COME OUT ON TOP. AND NO FREAKY GOTH GIRL WILL STAND IN HIS WAY. OVERHEARING THIS, LAURA’S EYES FILL WITH TEARS AND SHE TURNS AROUND, SLOWLY WALKING AWAY FROM SANTO AND JULIAN IN DISMAY.

[all-seeing-ifer]

Top five musicals? Top five plays too!! :)

Musicals:

Hadestown - Hey guys. hey guys did you know I really like sad time loop stories? hey guys did you kn-

Sexy Oklahoma! - Hadestown is my all-timer but as you can probably tell sexy oklahoma is the musical that's occupying the most free real estate in my brain currently. seeing it at the young vic was the best live theatre experience i've ever had

Les Mis - The first musical I ever fell in love with and still occupies a special place in my heart

In the Heights - The musical I tend to go back to whenever I'm In My Feelings. love the songs love the characters love the very low stakes vibes heavy story something about the emotional arcs in this one get me every time

Merrily We Roll Along - again as we have established I love stories that are sad and do cool stuff with chronology so naturally I fell in love with this one. I will go to bat for it as sondheim's underrated masterpiece

Plays are a bit harder because I'm definitely more of a musicals guy so a lot of these will end up being plays I studied in school but I'll do my best:

A View from the Bridge - studied it for GCSE english and just thought it was an excellent dark story! haven't returned to it in a long time but I think the extent to which it's stuck with me says a lot

Abigail Thorn's The Prince - got to see this on one of the last days of its run in London last year and absolutely loved it!! I still feel so awed by how it was able to use its shakespeare retelling aspect to tell such an emotional and powerful story!

Speaking of shakespeare gotta have the obligatory shakespeare play: I'm gonna go with romeo and juliet! I may have hated it when I had to study it in school but going back to it recently it turns out it's actually kind of incredible. it's kind of annoying tbh

Medea - another one I studied in school and easily my favourite of the classical plays I looked at! just a really compelling story on top of providing a really interesting window into the culture and history and mythology of ancient greece. i'm hopefully gonna go see the production they're putting on when i'm staying in london for a bit so really looking forward to that!

The play that goes wrong - another one of the rare plays I've actually seen live! not too much to say about it since it basically does what it says on the tin but like. it does it super well and i really enjoy the immersive aspects of it!

[fungi-maestro]

So what is Ditko's Vic personality and how does it differ from other iterations?

I'm going to put this under a readmore bc I am going to use this opportunity to talk about a cool article dissecting this exact character difference! But TLDR, I think the core of Ditko's Question is a black and white objectivism that isn't present in most other iterations. You'll see a little flicker of it occasionally, especially in ones that showcase the vintage personality (like the Blue Beetle short from a few years ago), or ones where they Rorschach-ify him (like PAX), but for the most part his modern character is dependent on him seeing the world as complex, which his old persona really was never able to do while locked into the Randian mindset.

Ok, now onto the readmore.

That's why he's the Question, to find answers to the complicated shades of grey that exist in the world. This is what makes him so interesting, to me at least, and what gives his character the staying power it needs. That's why he chooses complicated people to be his allies and proteges, like our very own Renee Montoya. Ditko Question would see someone with the kind of inner battles that we see in Renee and brush her off, probably giving the viewer a weird speech about unfaltering moral fortitude or something.

I also think it's interesting how Ditko Question was built into the mold of a character that always wins his battles due to his Strong Unwavering Right and Wrong Morals. You see this parodied with the tragedy of Rorschach in Watchmen, a man who stuck to his morals until it ultimately killed him, but you see the inverse of it with modern Vic. This is a guy that holds to his morals, which are complicated and messy, and doesn't win every time. It could be argued that this is a symptom of the purpose of heroes and comics changing over time, but it's still vital to understanding the character change.

Take this quote from this article here that talks about the Watchmen reference issue.

Regardless, O’Neil and Cowan’s most effective decision is to have everything go wrong for Question every time he tries to live up to the standards of his hero Rorschach. In this issue, Question falls out of a building on a man and kills him (this is before he reads Watchmen but still), loses literally every fight he gets in, drinks too much and pukes in a toilet, and is set for execution in the snow before a DC hero staple, Denny O’Neil’s own hard-travelin’ Green Arrow, shows up deus ex machina to save him!

There is a very good chance in every Question story that he might lose. You see him come really close! I can't even count the number of times he gets the snot beat out of him trying to stick to what he feels is right, even if I only tried to do so with the O'Neil run. And what's even more amazing is that his morals are things he grapples with. He doesn't have all the answers, and he doesn't claim to. Here's another quote (last one I promise, go read the article. It's quick and really opened my mind)

This Question goes on to grow, to use violence less, to become so open-minded and curious he confuses the Riddler with his amorphous doubts. O’Neil and Cowan’s Vic Sage grows well beyond Rand’s objectivism, acknowledging the vast pools of gray in the world, and acquiring the self-awareness to understand he doesn’t have all the answers.

Like how he talks to Izzy about if he's "crossed any lines" and he doesn't give a straight answer. He's not sure where his line is, and he really isn't sure if he's gone past it.

And here when he saves Izzy, who at the time was one of the most corrupt people in Hub City (a real feat). He obviously isn't happy about it, but his gut is telling him that it isn't right to let someone die, even if he doesn't like them. He can't be the judge on if they deserve to live.

You see it again here with this criminal that killed someone in front of him. Vic doesn't have the answer to whether someone should die for their crimes.

Compare this to such classics from the Ditko era as "Vic leaves some criminals to drown in the sewers" and "Vic pushes a guy out a window, breaking their flight apparatus, where they are then presumed dead". (I had screenshots of these, but I can't find them? They're in my tags. Somewhere.)

I would say there are some oddball runs for this characteristic, though. The 2005 one comes to mind. He definitely decides those guys fates, and leaving them chopped to pieces in a puddle of wet cement is his idea of justice. There's nuance here too, with the life of Superman on the line, the serious levels of corruption that were being left unaddressed, and his own personal battle with his ego that he was working through. It still speaks to someone that doesn't subscribe to the Randian objectivism that Ditko Question is famous for.

It's kind of awesome that a character like the Question, who starts his career as a guy that seems to have a good answer to every dilemma, is perfectly set up to be a complex and painfully raw depiction of someone that really tries to be good, but doesn't know what that looks like every time. He doesn't know everything, so he has to question the world, his morals, and everything he knows. It's really beautiful to me. Let me know what you guys think, I'd love to hear it.

[passivenovember]

It’s “cold medicine and head canon’s,” with Jaz!

The show where I can’t sit up too long without feeling dizzy, and Billy’s never had anyone take care of him that wasn’t his mother or his grandma.

His cheeks always get red when he’s running a fever, freckles standing out so harshly against the skin that he looks like a lady bug.

Red wings and black dots, tucked under a ratty old blanket while Neil insisted that Billy wasn’t really sick. That if he was man enough, he’d wobble down to the bus stop and throw up in Mrs. Nichols’ trash can and sleep in the nurses office until the final bell rang.

And Billy’s mother had a soft voice, like a sky full of glittering stars. She never raised her voice even when Neil raised fists, but she always fought for Billy when he was too weak to do it himself.

She was brave.

His mom never let the disagreements happen in front of him. She would pull Neil out to the hall and come back into the room with a fresh jar of Vic’s Vapor Rub, a glass of grapefruit juice, and purple dots around her throat, glinting like the incandescent markings of a dragonfly against her pretty, perfect skin.

“Now let’s mend my little lady bug’s wings, huh?”

When she died, Billy never missed another day of school. When Steve came along, he had to do everything but crush sleeping pills into his coffee and tie Billy down when his cheeks got red like that.

“‘M fine,” Billy would grumble, willing his head to stop spinning.

Steve always hid Billy’s car keys. Always ran the bath, after the exhaustion took all the fight from him. Always made sure that, after Billy drank his NyQuil laced grapefruit juice, his beanie stayed on to help his fever break, and that the noise machine never skipped on the third track so Billy could rest soundly.

Steve was always there, reading on the edge of the bed, when Billy woke up.

“Your cheeks aren’t getting any pinker,” he’d say with a gentle, cool palm gracing Billy’s forehead. “It’s kinda cute. Anybody ever tell you that you look like a lady bug—“

Billy shrugged away. “Don’t be stupid.”

He never told Steve that story.

It didn’t matter. Steve would curl up behind him, pressing a soft, warm kiss to the swell of Billy’s sleep-ruined curls. “Float like a lady bug, sting like a bee. Asshole.”

[killingitreservoirdogsstyle]

Yay!!!! A fellow ResDogs writer 🤩🤩 could you please write a headcanon about the Reservoir Dogs characters reacting to their s/o who reads a lot? Thanks so much!

Firstly, thank you for the request! It means so much to me! This is such a sweet idea! Apologies for the late reply, Tumblr has been nothing but a pain for me lately. Here you go! And P.S. I LOVE YOUR BLOG, you are such a talented writer! I hope this suffices, and if it doesn’t, let me know and I’ll gladly rewrite it.

MR. WHITE/Larry Dimmick

. I picture him to be a reader too, more so of classic literature and beat poetry like Kerouac and Burroughs, stuff like that. Back in his younger years, it was Westerns, but he grew out of those. Still, he has retained his love of reading even in his middle age. So when he finds out that his lover is into reading, he’s pleasantly surprised. A boyish grin tears across his face, taking years off of him. A fire ignites in his eyes, one of passion for both you and your hobby. 

. " That’s real nice, cupcake, me too. I mean, you could call me connoisseur of good literature, not to brag, of course. “ 

. Proceeds to quiz you on everything about reading. Who the best author is, what genre is the the most versatile, who wrote what and when, the whole works. He is very impressed by your knowledge, losing his bet and having to buy you ice cream. ( Replace with your favourite dessert here if you don’t like ice cream )

. He’s super supportive of your hobby, through and through. Oftentimes, you two will hit up all the local bookshops to find stacks of books to bring home. Freddy has come over to find you seated on Larry’s lap as he sits in his armchair, the two of you with your noses in books. It’s really sweet, you guys are so wholesome together!

MR. BLONDE/Vic Vega

. He’s like White in terms of his support, but he himself doesn’t really read much. Sure, the occasional Puzo novel he’ll pick up to read when he’s on the toilet ( hint hint to another one of his relatives, LMAO ) or bored or something, but he’s not much of a reader himself. However, he does love to listen to you talk about all things literature.

. " Who knew I’d score a gal like you, Y/N? Good in the sheets, unafraid to call me out on bullshit, blessed with a body like that, and now well read? Is there anything you can’t do? “

. A lot of times when he has to slink away for jobs, he’ll leave you a gift of a new book on the nightstand next to your guys’ bed. It’s sort of like a stress reliever, so you won’t worry about him when he’s out on the prowl. He leaves really sweet little notes in the book’s inner cover, telling you he loves you and that he wants to hear all about this new novel/short story/poetry collection when he comes back. 

. Meaningful debates over writing and reading as a whole, on such a frequent basis that before Vic knows it, he’s almost as much of an encyclopedia on literature as you are. At least, enough so that he can talk to you about it, ha ha. 

MR. BROWN/Johnny Campbell

. He thinks it’s cute that you like to read. I picture him being the type of guy who likes partners that are intelligent, and you fit that bill for him perfectly. Brown is like Freddy in my mind as he likes comic books and pulps. But he loves science fiction too, having amassed himself a collection of Asimov, Herbert, Adams, all of those great authors. 

. “ No way, that’s real cool, Y/N! You into science fiction? I gotta really sweet shelf of paperbacks and pulps at my place if you wanna look at them.” 

. One of your guys’ love languages is borrowing each other books from your library. Because of this, Brown’s taste has diversified, if only for the reason that he just loves your enthusiasm. So no matter how dull, awful, or not-his-cup-of-tea the books you give him are, he always finishes them. He loves you, and loves to see how excited you get over reading. For him, that’s all he needs. You reciprocate too, reading every single novel, comic, pulp, anything that he gives you. You just love to read, and don’t limit yourself. 

. Whenever you guys meet up with the Dogs, they are all astounded by the amount of stuff that Brown knows about literature simply because he’s dating you. He’s so proud to show off your passion, never once telling you to tone it down or stop. That’s out of the question. Plus, I picture Brown to be ADHD, so he wouldn’t ever find you too intense anyways. 

MR. ORANGE/Freddy Newandyke

. The first thing that jumps to mind for him, is that you read comics. He’s so uneducated on any literature past required high school reading, that he just assumes that anyone who is a reader means they are obsessed with Marvel like him. Of course, this was not fully true for you. When you explained that you preferred more traditional literature than comic books, then he understood. You told him you don’t hate comics and that there is nothing wrong with them, but you would rather read a novel by your favourite author/poet. 

. “ I get that, Y/N, and it’s all good. So, hit me up. Talk to me, I wanna know everything about this little hobby of yours.” 

. Everything changes the moment that you launch into an upbeat and eager conversation about reading for Freddy. The way your face lights up, eyes twinkle, how you can barely contain your jubilance, makes him fall even harder for you than he already had. He cannot help but absorb everything you say, memorizing all of your favourites. You’ve kindled that fire inside him to branch out in no time. Soon he’s reading with you, when he’s not busy at work, with the Dogs, or catching up on the newest episode of Spider-Man and Jem and The Holograms. ( Oh yes, I did ) 

. You two become so partial to reading that it’s one of the ways you spend time together. Whenever you feel down, he’ll pick up your favourite book, cuddle up with you, and start reading aloud to you. He’s not bad either, though its funny when he does different voices for characters than how you originally imagined them. He could totally be a voice actor, in your opinion. You tell him this, making a blush appear on his face. He replies that he only wants to make his baby happy. 

MR. PINK/Jeremy Davidson

. He’s not indifferent about it, but he doesn’t react as excitedly as say White does. He has his own little library in his studio apartment, a nice bookshelf piled with Bukowski, Hemingway, Heller, and a few Playboy magazines here or there. He’s very selective about what he likes, and he doesn’t hesitate to be suspicious about what you read. 

. “ Are we talking dollar store porn masquerading as romance books, I-stick-to-high-school-reading-lists, or actual real deep dives here? Me, I’m fussy, so I can only hope that you are too, Y/N.” 

. He eats his words the moment you reply. It’s really hilarious, to see him be so taken aback is not normal for him and you laugh at it. He grumbles, but lets you continue. You relay every single detail, not sparing him anything. Your knowledge intrigues him. All the people he’d dated before you were simple, easy to figure out, and that drove him crazy. But with you, there is so many layers and so much complexity, that he has to stop. He just can’t believe that a person like you would settle for someone like him. 

. It always puts a smile on his face when he sees you reading. To know that you’re happy makes him happy, and he can’t help but be entranced by your love of literature. Your cleverness, comprehension, and dedication is unwavering, just like your love for each other is. So although he may not like every single book/short story/play/poem that you read, that doesn’t matter to him as much as seeing that beautiful smile he loves so much on your face. 

NICE GUY EDDIE CABOT

. Eddie is a cross between White and Pink, happy you like reading while still being reserved in his choice of books. He himself likes Victorian literature like Oscar Wilde, but he’s not opposed to a good Western or gangster novel/pulp. Depending on what you like, his reactions will vary from acknowledgement to genuine excitement. 

. “ Makes sense that you like reading and all, I had a feeling when we got together, Y/N. You ever heard of Cold? Its a real hyper-speed western/action subgenre trilogy I love, and maybe you will.” ( puts made up book here because I can’t think of any Western books but The Dark Tower series, lol )

. You tag along with him to work and jobs often, and to pass the long driving time or boring meetings, you’ll read. Whatever you can get your hands on--be it a magazine, newspaper, mediocre harlequin, even the back of a soda can--you sit there and read. You have this adorable look that you get on your face when you get really invested in what you’re reading, that Eddie finds to be dazzling. You only make that face when you’re reading, so he’s always watching you to see when you’ll do it. It’s not meant to be weird, rather admiring. He just loves you so much. 

. If your favourite book is turned into a film or your favourite play is being run in the theatre, he will not hesitate to take you out to see it. Dinner at a nice restaurant, going to see the show/movie, then having a drink at home, he loves dates like that. When after it’s over, you can’t help but gush about what happened. It’s the same thing when you read a new book, and he loves to hear about all of it. The times when you sit on his thigh in his office, talking to him in what seems like ranting to you about books as he works, are the times he cherishes the most. 

[post-nuclear-sweetheart]

Tranquille Moments In Chaos (1)

The start of several moments that fill in the gaps of developing a friendship, then relationship, with Hancock.

Hancock x reader/sole.

Find it on ao3 as well!

(1853 words)

“Come with me.”

You had begun to question your sanity before the words fully escaped your lips. You leaned against the wall of the State House in Hancock’s disorganized bedroom, attempting your best not to look like a complete mess inside.

You saw how his blackened, clouded eyes looked you up and down. It was casual, and it reminded you of how the “cool kids” - you deemed them - would look through your flimsy persona back in high school. His dry and malformed lips stretched into a grin, and you could see amusement play across his face.

Hancock let out a short, breathy chuckle, before reaching into his back pocket of his trousers for the crumpled pack of cigarettes. “So lemme get this straight,” he started as if you were merely having a casual conversation. He pulled out his lighter from his other pocket, leaving you hanging off his words, until he lit up the cigarette and took the first drag.

“This is your… what, second week? Roamin’ around the Commonwealth like a stray dog?” That amused look slowly turned into a scrutinizing smirk. “Fahrenheit told me all about how you turned on Bobby. Can’t even hold a gun without the recoil throwin’ your arms all over - and you wanna run with me?”

The heat of embarrassment crept up to your face. True, you still weren’t terribly handy with a gun, despite your ex-spouse having military experience, but you made plenty sure they kept that sort of violence outside the house, what with the arrival of your newborn. Oh, how you would come to regret that rule.

But if there was one thing you were good at, that you honed over your college years, was how to fake confidence. You steeled yourself and pushed off the wall, standing your not-so-tall stance against Hancock. Sure, your cheeks were still very red, but you fronted a coy smile and a raised brow.

“I dunno, Hancock. You said it yourself - you’re soft. I may have been out here for a few weeks, but you’ve been lounging around longer than I’ve been surviving. Are you sure you can run with me?”

You stared into his dark eyes, appearing so sure of yourself. You began to falter inside, however, when his playfully degrading look turned to one that was serious. He took another painfully slow drag, starring you down all the while, then blew a puff of smoke into your face. You suppressed your cough, but the tears from the stinging smoke escaped.

Hancock chuckled darkly. “I can admire a babe willing to stand up to the man. Alright, hot stuff. I’ll tag along and maybe give you a few pointers.” He winked at you then, deciding he was done with his half-burnt cigarette, tossed it down and squished it out with the heel of his boot.

“First I gotta address the people; give ‘em a big mayoral speech. Don’t wait up.” He pressed the tip of his tricorn hat down, as a way to physically show he was switching over to his “business side”, and disappeared through the white door next to the wall you had leaned next to.

You released a sigh. There was no way you could keep up that air of confidence for long, especially around the man who radiates pure confidence. Pair that up with his natural ability to remain cool and keep it all from going to his head, and you looked like a nervous teenager on the first day of work next to him.

You heard the guards that stood outside the door to his bedroom snicker. You didn’t blame them. There was one thing that made you feel a little better about devolving into a mental puddle around Hancock. Irma had told you all about how he used to be a major hit with the ladies, and sometimes the gentlemen, and it wasn’t unusual when a person or two would fall at his feet. Of course, this was all before he turned into a ghoul, and yet…

Something tells you his ghoulification only amplified his charm.

-

He made good on his promise, even if it was made in jest. In your days wandering with this alluring ghoul at your back, he had taught you how to properly hold your 10 mm gun, and when you felt ready for rifles, he taught you how hard to press the stock against your shoulder and how to safely handle them. Although seeming to be intimately familiar with most common place guns, he himself preferred the ol’ reliable shotgun.

You’ve also come to be acquainted with his way of life and his morals. He lived up to his self-proclaimed title of “freedom fighter” with his rebel-rousing, tough guy nature who kept an eye out for the little man. He tried telling you after he shanked Finn to death, but you didn’t quite believe it then. A mayor, fronting as a freedom fighter? It didn’t make sense. It wasn’t until one dark day with a downpour to rival a waterfall that would change your mind.

After one particularly bad firefight, you both found shelter in a half-dilapidated, vacant home. You had a friend in this neighborhood many years ago, although he moved away to another town to attend high school.

You sat on a dust covered cushion near a fairly in-tact windowsill, watching languidly as the rain fell heavy. One leg was tucked under you, while you stretched the other so that Hancock could remove the bullet deeply embedded in your thigh. You didn’t feel much of his makeshift surgery, what with the drug concoction he fed you. You were more entranced by the rainfall, and how the droplets pattered on the crumbling road not far from the house. The only light you had to serve was the half burned candles from the last squatter at the residence; five waxy candles that illuminated a warm, flickering orange against the cold darkness of the rest of the house.

“Hancock?” You quietly called for him, never moving your stare from the outside world. He hummed in response.

“Did you-“ you paused yourself. Your drug-filled mind struggled to figure out how to word your question. “Were you… Did you grow up here, before the war?”

Although the pain was completely numbed, you did feel an intense pressure from his work. You felt that pressure stop momentarily, before starting again.

You heard Hancock let out a scoff. It didn’t sound rude, but baffled. “What makes you think I’m one of those pre-war ghouls?”

“You’re a ghoul.”

Hancock laughed quietly. “Would you believe me if I told you I’m in my thirties?”

“Thirties?” You lulled your head, rolling lazily on your shoulders to face Hancock. Your vision was blurred by the pain killers, but still you could see the deep ravines in his skin. His eyes appeared exceptionally black, and where his nose rotted off long ago appeared darker. At the sight of what would have frightened you 200 some years ago, you smiled. “You look amazing for your thirties.”

“You should’a seen me before.” He looked up to wink at you, before reaching for a roll of bandages he kept hidden away in his coat pocket. “Drugs are a hell of a… drug.”

“Drugs can make you a ghoul?”

“Not just any drugs. This stuff,” he blew air from between his recessed lips as his mind dove back into his memories. “they didn’t even have a name for this stuff. Picture it - a vial of this scary glowing liquid that promised to give you a high that was outta this world. And get this, there was only one more hit of it left. You know what I did, doll?”

There was something so charming, so endearing, about the way he spoke. It was old school, but his rumbling voice, no doubt caused by their decay via radiation, kept you enraptured. Your smile grew more silly and enamoured. “What did you do, Hancock?”

“I shot it up.” He began to wrap the bandages around your thigh. “Lemme tell you, there’s nothing else in this whole damn world that’ll make you see - no, feel - the things I did. Everything else pales in comparison.” He tied them off with a yank, and gave your leg a light pat before continuing his story. “‘Course, it came with a price. That price is this gorgeous mug you see before you.”

You giggled at his display of gesturing to himself and giving you an exaggerated smoulder. He shifted over to the cushion that was beside the one you sat on and took his place beside you. You came to an agreement to wait, guns ready, for the rain to pass before moving on. Hancock leaned his back against the wall from where he sat, and in your drugged-up haze, you slumped over against him.

“Good Neighbour didn’t mind a ghoul for a mayor?” You asked, unaware of how your line of questioning came across. Still, Hancock answered freely.

“I wasn’t a ghoul yet.”

“How did you become mayor?” You asked him, moving your head to look up at him.

Seeing no harm in telling you, Hancock regaled you in the bigotry of Diamond City, and the reign of terror Vic held over Good Neighbour. He told you, laughing through it as he explained how the red coat of John Hancock could speak to him, and with the courage of drugs and a take-no-bullshit attitude on his side, he and a group of fed up people stormed the town hall. He went into gruesome detail of gunning down Vic’s men, and how they tied a noose around Vic’s neck and hung him over the same balcony Hancock would give his speeches. It was then, with unanimous decision, that John Hancock became mayor of Good Neighbour. It stayed a safe haven for everyone Diamond City rejected, and the rest was history.

It was then, as you stared up at Hancock with a mixed look of disbelief and admiration, that you truly believed he was, and is, a freedom fighter.

“And you traded a life of gunning bad people down for office work?” You nudged him playfully.

“Hey, I can do both, can’t I? Good Neighbour’s full of good people. They can fend for themselves while their fearless mayor cuts his teeth on some raiders.”

You attempted to nod in agreement, but found your head heavy and comfortable against his shoulder. You let out a yawn, the last thing you remembered, before the haziness you felt finally took over your senses and dragged you to sleep.

Hancock glanced your way and lightly chuckled at your slumbering form. He gently moved your wrist in your lap to peek at the time on your Pip-Boy. It was getting well into the evening, but still it was early enough that raiders and gangsters didn’t roam quite yet.

He reached up to tip his hat down over his eyes and slouched against the wall. There was a long night ahead of you both, and if there ever was a time to nap, a dark rainy evening was certainly it.

“Sweet dreams, vault dweller.”

[yukina-otome]

Ikevamp pregnancy and family headcanon pt.1

So I don’t usually write headcanons. English is only my 3rd language so I make a lot of mistakes. But these days I work at the Maternity hospital and I got those baby vibes so I decided to write this. Please be nice to me. I’m a noob at writing lol. I will illustrate what I think the children would look like with pictures of characters that are NOT MINE. Pls be understanding. If you want a part 2 tell me what other boys you would like in the comments and live me a little encouragement because I have 0 confidence lol.

Part 2 | Part 3

1-Napoleon : 2 sons and 1 daughter 

-Napoleon always dreamed of a normal peaceful life -That peaceful life of course included you, and kids that would look like you running around. -And so when you first got pregnant Napoleon was beyond happy. -He wanted a little girl that would look exactly like you. -9 months later you gave him the cutest little boy with his dark hair and Turquoise eyes. -The second he laid his eyes on him he adored him. -5 years later napoleon asked if you were ready to have another one. A little girl this time hopefully. -And BOOM 10 months later a little boy was born again with dark slightly blue hair and blue eyes. -Still Napoleon loved him to death and was happy. -The third time you got pregnant was not planned. -You 2nd son was still 2 years old. -But you guys were still very happy. -9 months passed and napoleon was almost sure he'll get a little boy again. -But this time a beautiful baby girl was born with your brown hair and blue almost gray eyes. -Napoleon couldn't have been any happier. -He loved and cherished all his children equally. -His first born was calm and cool but very sensitive. He loved reading and studying. He spent a lot of time with uncle Isaac who taught him everything from math to physics to Latin. -The second born was more like Napoleon. He trained with his father and uncle jean as soon as he could walk. He loved his mother a lot and vowed to protect her from bad guys ("like uncle Arthur who always flirts with mama"). -The third born looked a lot like you but her personality was just like napoleon. She had charisma and everyone was in awe in front of her. she usually went on horse rides with her father. -The family would usually cook crepes together on Sunday and all of napoleon children still had to learn how to defend themselves. -He's very open minded and forging but very strict when it comes to their safety.

2-Mozart :  2 daughters (Twins)

-Mozart never thought about having children. -But being with you opened many new horizons in his life and he started thinking about what it would be like having a family with you. -So when one day you told him you were pregnant, he froze for 1 min before scooping you in his arms. -You've never seen Mozart smile wider. -When you were in your fifth month Arthur told you that you seemed bigger than most pregnant woman at that stage. -You wondered if he was right and visited your doctor the next day. -After some examination your doctor told you you were most likely pregnant with twins. She started explaining about the risks that could have. -When you told Wolf about it he was horrified. The thought of loosing you was unbearable. -But you told him you wanted this and that you would fight for your life and the life of your babies no matter what. You also made him promise to treasure and take care of your babies no matter what happens. -Your labor started early. In the 7th month to be precise and after few hours of fear and anxiety the doctor told Mozart that you gave birth to two beautiful girls and that both the babies and you were okay. -Of course the twins were very small and needed extra care but thankfully everything went well. -When you finally brought them to the mansion all the guys went crazy over them. -The first twin was the spitting image of Mozart with white hair and purple eyes. She was calm and cold looking but inside she was a big softie. Of course you guys named her Violet. -The second twin had your brown hair and her father violet eyes and she reminded you of a sunflower. She was cheerful and a bit clumsy. Theo loved her a lot because she reminded him of Vincent. Her name was Sonnen (solar in German) and Mozart always called her my Sonnenblume (means my sunflower). -Both the twins would learn piano from their father but Violet liked it more. Sonnen preferred to go out and play with king and uncle Theo -You would spend hours cooking with Sonnen who always had crazy ideas like marmalade butter beef cookies. (thankfully you would stop her). When you guys finished you went in the piano room where violet and Mozart were playing piano and invite them to eat. -You would all eat in the dinning room though because of the "No food in our piano room" rule.

3-Leonardo : 1 daughter (warning mention of character death)

-Leonardo didn't want kids at first. -He always thought about how you would feel if you saw yourself growing old while your child would stop growing out. -He also didn't want to see his child suffer the same way he did and would again eventually. -And so when one day you told him nervously you were pregnant he grew silent. You knew he needed some time to think it over so you gave him some space.�� -Few days passed and Leo still kept silent. He was in his thought most of the time and le compte felt something was wrong with his friend. -When Leo told le compte, le compte frowned and told him that both of you need to have a conversation and that he cant stay silent for the rest of his life. -That night Leo knocked at your door and told you about his fears. You smiled at him and told him that you would never regret giving birth to his child. -"I know a day would come when i will have to leave you, that makes me very sad but what sadden me even more is imagining you alone after i leave. I want to leave you someone who can share your pain and happiness for eternity. Someone to remind you of me, of us." -After that Leo relaxed and as months pass the fear is replaced by excitement. He starts reading tons of books about pregnancies and child raising and his room becomes even more of a mess. -But one day after you tripped on a pile of books and almost fell leo decided that he would keep his room clean of all time. The next day when you entered his room and saw how tidy it is you got into shock. -Anyways few months later you give birth to a beautiful baby girl. Of course as Leo expected the baby was a true blood. -She had light brown hair and yellow eyes identical to his. -She was cute and sweet and at the same time had a fierce aura. She shared her father interests and always sat to read with him books that were way beyond her age. -She loved swords, fighting and sports. -She loved her uncle le compte the most and he always bought her all kind of dresses. -But one day she told him she didn't want any more dress cause she was going to wear pants from now on. -She was a tomboy and loved going to the pub with her uncle Arthur and Theo and start fights (once she was old enough of course) -She became her father best companion and even hundreds of years later he never felt alone ever again because she was always by his side even after you left them both.

4-Arthur: 2 daughters and 1 son

-Arthur knew you were pregnant way before you even noticed that you were late on your period. -He was not surprised because you two would go at it like bunnies every night so it was bound to happen. -He always dreamed and what it was to have a family with you but at the same time he was terrified. His past and trauma coming to haunt him again. -Outside he seemed fine but you knew better. You spent long nights reassuring him that everything was going to be okay. -He was feeling better but still needed your reassurance from time to time. -As the 9th month got closer he became incredibly overprotective. He stuck to your side at all time and got his old medical books out to study again Obstetrics and pediatrics. -He was ready. Or so he thought. -But when the time came he was an absolute mess of panic. It took Theo to give him a good punch on the face for him to get his s**t together. -DOCTOR MODE ACTIVATED. -Thankfully everything went smoothly and a baby girl with black hair and huge blue eyes was born. -He knew that moment he would never be the same ever again. -OVERPROTECTIVE PAPA MODE ACTIVATED. -He never let any man approach her (even the 2 year old who wanted to play with her in the park) -"All men are wolves my darling" he would say as his 1 year old daughter looked at him with he big blue eyes. -Eventually you got pregnant again (Again Arthur was not surprised). -But this time Arthur was a lot more calm. -A beautiful baby girl was born again with smaller blue eyes and brown hair. -She looked like a mini you but with Arthur's eyes. -Arthur wanted to name her Victoria but dropped the idea because he thought it would be confusing (because of Vic). -The two girls loved spending time with uncle Vincent and Theo -The first born favorite hobby was teasing her uncle Isaac as soon as she was old enough to talk. -"As expected of my daughter" Arthur would say as he rolls on the floor laughing. -She shared her father sharp instincts and would help him solve the cases in the city. -The second daughter was much more calm and gentle. Just like her mother. She loved her father stories but not Sherlock Holmes. Her favorite book was "The Coming  of the Fairies" -She had an almost obsession with fairies and supernatural beings. - When your daughter were both 10 and 12 years old you accidentally got pregnant again (If You think two daughters would stop Arthur you are very wrong). -This time it was the cutest baby boy with curly black hair and big blue eyes. -Your baby boy was a huge crybaby and was always stuck to his mother. He was delicate and sensitive. He cared about others well being more than anything and he dreamed of being a doctor. -When he told Arthur he was absolutely against it. He didn't want his son to go through the pain he had to endure. But as your son grew up he became less of a crybaby while still being sensitive and delicate. He showed great talent in the medical field. -"Arthur, you were alone but our son is not alone. He got us and his sisters to hug him and wipe his tears when he'll need a break. Let's support him together." you told Arthur one night and eventually his father accepted to let him live his dream.

I only did the 4 first suitors but if u want any of the others pls do tell me in the comments. I’ll make a part 2. Also since this is my very first headcanon pls tell me what u think. Don’t be too mean pls.