#glad we revisited it a bit at the end but it was in a slightly lackluster way

[crehador]

MOMOKI MY GUY GO TO THE HOSPITAL RIGHT NOW

[callmelyc]

Part 2 of this the Lance loosing a leg Langst

Less angst in this one bc I'm a sucker for a happy ending. Again copy and pasted from Twitter ignore typos and grammar 🥰

Keith can still hear it, the moment the coms clicked back to life ringing static in his ears where there was once only silence.

From shiro demanding checks ins all the way to Lance's line remaining silent.

Everything from that mission was a blur, a nightmare.

Keith's throat burns from the way he'd yelled through the coms for lance. His eyes ache from the tears he'd finally allowed to fall once they'd learned why he'd been so quiet.

Keith can still feel Lances dead weight collapse into his arms, can still feel the blood drenching him as he rushed lance to Coran hoping and praying to whatever God exists to please

Please don't let lance die

let him be fast enough

And he was, if ever so slightly

Lance had lost too much blood, Coran had said. Had Keith been any slower....had lance not managed to- God Keith can't even allow himself to finish the thought

It makes him feel sick to his stomach to know lance had been corned alone..

And now Keith stands outside of his pod next to the entire team looking at a battered lance that isnt nearly as whole as the one they'd last seen. They’d cut off his leg, it wasn’t clean nor did Coran have to tell them it was quick. They all knew it wasn’t. Couldn’t have been with how jagged and rough the slices appear to have been if the marking left on lances thigh were anything to go by. They’d butchered him alive making sure with every slice he’d suffered.

What their enemies failed to account for was that lance was a paladin of voltron, a master sniper and a damn good soldier good at getting himself out of just about any scenario and all the tight spots.

From the footage Pidge was able to scrape from that cursed vessel he’d done just that while laying in a pool of his own blood thanks to pure will power alone. He’d survived where they - the enemy- hadn’t. In doing so Lance discovered something none of them knew possible, not even Allura and Coran thought it a possibility. He’d turned his bayard into a temporary prosthetic.

Lance was the first paladin to ever manage turning his bayard into anything other than a weapon. The first to ever turn his bayard into something the likes of what hed managed.

“It’s unheard of” Allura murmured “for the bayard to become something as such- I cannot fathom how he managed such a feat.”

“Didn’t you once say the bayards would take the form of what the paladin needed?”

“I-“

“Wouldn’t that, in theory, mean we could make them anything we needed? Tools, equipment, or like Lance did- a new limb.” Pidge continues.

“I suppose so…” Allura says, pensive with her glance towards lances pod “we will have to revisit this one he can tell us how he did so.”

Keith looks away from the two, staring at the pod, at how unmoving lance is and thinks: It doesn’t matter how he did it, only that he’s ok after the fact.

~*~

Lance woke two weeks after the mission that plagued Kieth with nightmares.

In his sleep hed see lance bleeding out alone, hed see lance draggging himself desperately across the floor calling out his name….so now, now Keith waits outside of lances pod day and night. He sleeps curled up next to the pod that way when he wakes from these nightmares Keith can glance up and see lances moving chest. He can see the healing pods progress on lances damaged flesh with his own two eyes and calm every bit of turmoil resting in his veins.

Lance wakes to Keith once again holding out his arms, and once he falls, holding him in them.

Keith had waited to catch lance, had refused to let anyone else stand where he was so hed be able to do so. And he’s glad he had, Lance didn’t joke. Didn’t smile or make any random comments or say any questions. He was so unlike himself in that moment that right then and there they all realized just how hard this journey would be for not only lance but the rest of them.

Lance buried his face into Keith’s shoulder with a shaken exhale. Keith only pulls him in closer, more secure, because he knows that sound, Lance is holding back tears.

“It’s ok, I’ve got you.” Keith whispers softly, sliding up a hand to pet lances hair comfortingly “we’ve all got you.”

The team joins their embrace as lance finally allows himself to sob, the pain wrenching through his throat, the tears soaking through Keith’s shirt. But finally, finally lance allows himself to feel it all. To feel the fear, the relief he never lets himself have during that mission and they’d all be there as he worked thorough it.

Keith places a soft kiss to lances nape “I’ve got you sweetheart, I’ve got you.”

It’s Keith that holds lance through the night after that with the entirety of the team sleeping nearby to remind him that when he wakes from those nightmares he isn’t alone.

It’s Keith that lance responds the most too first.

Lance tells him everything he can remember, how the ground felt so cold, how everything was spinning so fast. The silence being loud and deafening and the burn of his leg being cut off being unlike anything hed ever felt before.

“I can still feel it.” Lance says one night as they look out at the stars “the ache from the first slice, the nerves being cut…”

Keith chances a glance at the blue paladin, he takes in his hallowed eyes, the way he looks so far away.

“Coran said it was normal, the phantom pains. I just want it to stop…” lance turns to look Keith in the eye, the emotions he feels finally showing in them “will it ever stop Keith?”

“I don’t know.” Keith replies, knowing Lance doesn’t need white lies. He squeezes lances hand in comfort “but, regardless, we’re all here for you lance. You don’t have to do any of this alone, no matter how long it takes.”

After that night they were inseparable.

Anytime anyone looked for lance all they had to do was look for Keith.

They did lances physical therapy together, they did his checkups together, training, meals, sleeping….you name it.

Shiro even talked Lance through the emotions and traumas that deal with looking such a permanent part of yourself and Keith stayed near the entire time.

It wasn’t that he was trying to be overwhelming or suffocating, Keith swears he isn’t trying to be too much. Every-time he even thinks about letting lance out of his sight he remembers that look in his eye, the one on his face filled with pain and fear and- Keith just can’t do it. He can’t leave lance alone. Not until he’s better.

Lance should be happy! Should have light in his eyes that make them brighter than the sun, should have a laugh that reverberates through the room like a song. He should be picking fights with Keith, arguing with Pidge, starting challenges that get them all to take care of themselves indirectly so he doesn’t ruin his cool guy image.

And Keith will be dammed if he doesn’t make sure lance get to that point again.

~*~

It’s Pidge that make the new prosthetic with the help of hunk and the olkari. Lances new leg is made to be lightweight, agile, waterproof, similar in feeling to his human leg for balance with the flexibility to match so that he can still swim and bend to his hearts content. They make sure it could disguise itself with “flesh’ that matches his skin so that is he wished to conceal his loss more privately or for certain occasions he could do so through his healing process and beyond.

“And anything you want added we’ll do it.” Pidge adds as she goes through the list of all the things his prosthetic can do once attached “any enchantment at all. You can even ask for us to make it glow in the dark or play pit bulls Mr worldwide every time you touch down on a new planet. We’d never say no to you.”

That gets a small smile from lance as he runs his fingers ever so lightly across the alien metal surfaces. Keith watches him do so, watches him be so gentle and lost in his touch. It’s nice to see him trying even if they all know this is difficult for him still.

“What if I want it to kick Keith’s ass?” Lance jokes lightly trying to keep the mood from going too south.

For the first time in weeks they see lance laugh, they see him crack jokes and send jabs at comments Pidge gives in reply. The entire conversation with the two mad scientist of the team is full of wisecracks and laughter about all the crazy enhancements they could possibly add to the leg.

“What if you make multiple and one is a cannon—“

“Why a cannon?”

“So I can bust a kneecap and still blow everyone away with my presence!”

Keith will find shiro later and thank him for talking lance through what its like to loose a limb, how to handle it, how the prosthetic healing process will feel once attached. And all shiro will do is clap Keith on the shoulder and say “you aren’t giving yourself enough credit there kiddo. If anyone is pulling weight here its you, you’re keeping him grounded and I can tell it means the world to him.”

That sentiment sits with Keith as he goes through the day, as he gets lance and himself ready for bed, as he lays down next to lance, sharing their covers, and whisper goodnights. It sits with him as he holds lances hand through the attachment surgery that he’d insisted he stay for. They’d tried everything to get Keith to leave but lance looked so woefully upset at the thought that they allowed Keith to stay so long as he was thoroughly and properly sanitized.

He ran a thumb across lances hand from his bedside until he woke up after the fact and kissed his hand with a gentle “good morning” when those blue eyes met his own.

Lances weak smile in response was still a smile that Keith would hold like a trophy.

The healing journey that followed was rough as expected, with many ups and down as no healing is linear.

Lance would get frustrated at his balance, at the leg, at the loss. He’d be angry he couldn’t feel things like he used to, couldn’t feel the ground, couldn’t run like he could before.

Shiro built his training regimen to mirror what hed wished he had when hed gotten his arm and it helped but not nearly as much as the pep talks and brutal honesty Keith would provide during his spirals.

At a certain point Keith even resulted to doing what lance used to do to him, taunt and utilize the rivalry card.

“Giving up already?” He’d say and lance would snarl in response and rise to the challenge if not to win out of sheer petiteness. “That all you got?” “This is the paladin that unlocked more about the bayards?”

Lance would come at Keith like a lion, one out for blood and fierce in his movements. He went from sloppy to more graceful, from a tilt-a-whirl to a proper fighter. Lance was able to swim again, not as strong as before but hed get there and all of them noticed the progress flourish around Keith.

Keith and the rivalry, the challenger, the one that figured out he could use lances own tactics against him. It all worked like a charm.

Through it all lances bayard never once veered from a weapon. Allura had watched closely hoping and praying that he could do it again that he could turn the bayard in to anything else so that they could all learn how to do so too. But no matter the efforts they all fell flat.

Lance couldn’t remember how hed done it, much too delirious from the blood loss, pain and hallucinations. And all through the weeks hed lacked a prosthetic at all hed still never managed to do the transformation a second time.

Keith blocks a sharp kick form lances new leg and rolls away before a second lands “a kick like that wont get you anywhere McClain!”

Lance pushes on attempting to knock Keith off balance with his leg “if you think I’m done you’ve got a big storm coming kogane!”

The spar goes like a dance, twirling and yielding, dodging and gliding. Two halves of a whole, red and blue.

Lance spins around to dodge Keith and just as Keith goes to follow Lance knocks him off his feet. Keith doesn’t care one bit but for lances triumphantly whoop, that’s the best prize in the world.

~*~

It’s not until the next major mission they go on, the first since lances injury, that everything is brought back full circle.

They get cornered by space pirates and they take their bayards away. Lance and Pidge both mouth off at the crew who bite back with pride that they’ll get quite the bounty for them all.

Thrown into prison cells beneath the deck they sit and wait attempting to come up with a plan to unlock the cell doors.

During the midst of the arguments, the back and forths, Pidge challenges lances ideas. Everyone was frustrated, tired, all in disagreement. It was bound for insults to arise that were not truly meant.

“Why don’t you just unlock the door then Einstein!”

Lance gasps in offense “FINE! I WILL!”

“Fine!”

And before their very eyes lances hand summons forth his bayard “you just can’t handle that I might have some good ideas sometimes can you?!”

“Lance—“

“I can think too ya know! I went to the garrison too!” Lance shouts, flailing his arm around and the bayard transforms into a key.

“Lance!” Pidge laughs in awe but he continues on as if they aren’t all starting at him in their amazement.

He turns sharply to unlock the door, throws it open with a huff, and turns to put his hands on his hips. “SEE! My plans aren’t so bad—“

“LANCE!” They all yell, but not in anger, no…they yell in joy. He’d finally figured it out, Lance did it again and this time they’d seen it with their own eyes.

Keith just smiles on, taking lances hand to run “we can talk about this later, we need to get off this ship.”

“Talk about what?!” Lance asks, breaking into a run right alongside Keith, his hand lacing together with Keith’s.

It’s not until they jump ship (literally) and run to their lions that Keith finally gives Lance a response “ how amazing you are.”

If the two stand hand in hand during the debriefing, well, no one bats n eye nor speaks a word of it.

~*~

Turns out it was due to high emotions, Lance being able to use his Bayard as a true tool rather than a weapon. Lance feels so much naturally, so freely, that when his emotions went beyond anything he’d felt before, his bayard heard him through the paladin bond and that formed an entirely new connection. After that relating the use was easier.

Now Lance needed any emotion to turn his bayard into a tool so much as he willed it to be. The downside being that the transformation was much more draining than the usual weapon call would be. Never the less it remained a usual advantage for a variety of possible scenarios and situations that allowed it.

Training for how the others could do so, however, was deemed much too risky due to the circumstances behind the discovery. Allura and Shiro both agreed the risk far too high.

“It’s best to allow it to happen naturally…we’d not want to damage you to make it possible. You all go through so much already.” Allura tells them with a small smile “but—“ she glanced over to Lance, beaming with pride “I know that all of you are strong, and thanks to Lance we now know it to even be a Possibility. We can be prepared for anything.”

Keith slides a hand around lances waist, resting his head on his shoulder “ told you so.” He says softly so that only Lance may hear it.

Lance glances down at him “told me—?”

“You were amazing, are amazing”

Lance just sniffles, trying his best to hold back the tears “ only as amazing as you make me.”

Keith hugs him, pushing all his love into it. When Lance returns the embrace he knows his message was heard loud and clear. This is how voltrons sniper learns he is so much more. More than a weapon, more than a soldier. A tool perhaps, but also an inspiration to his peers, a part of a family, and most of all: someone to love.

[dufferpuffer]

Dude, I need someone to simp over David Thewlis with and I have no one to go to. I have a feeling I know your opinion about David Thewlis as Remus Lupin (and I think it's a positive one? correct me if I'm wrong, I know some people don't think he did the character justice).

To be honest, I don't think the movies did his character justice, but I think David Thewlis was THE cast for him. The movies made him too soft, too gentle, too perfect. Book Remus is a lot more polarized than that. For every soft quality, he has a YIKES counterpart that is never shown in the movies. The only time we truly see this "yikes" counterpart is the Shrieking Shack scene when he smirks menacingly at Sirius and you think he's a villain. David pulled that off really good. I saw the movie before reading the book (I was a young kid at that time and PoA was too much to read for me) and I felt cheated, I suddenly didn't think I could trust him anymore.

The thing David Thewlis pulled off best, imo, is the fatherly quality of Remus. I know, Remus is a pathetic man with an avoidant personality, but we can't deny he is fatherly. And I feel that, no matter what movie I watch with David in it, the fatherly vibes just radiate from him. In a way I am glad it is like that in the movies because I use PoA as a coping mechanism in life. Stressed? PoA. Sad? PoA. Crisis? PoA. David absolutely nailed the comfy professor aura. Everything about him in PoA is inviting, it draws you in. His voice, his smile, the way he carries himself, his quiet strength. Who could've done it better? I love him.

Enjoy this young David Thewlis edit that I'm obsessed with. Cheers my tumblr friend <3

https://www.tiktok.com/@.dearlupin/video/7410813583577091334

David Threwlis is a fucking GEM and the PERFECT pick for the character in every aspect, yes. I can't think of how anyone could actually think otherwise. He looks perfect and acts perfect.

To the point where I would actually be happy if he played Remus AGAIN for the TV series or whatever - even though he looks so much older. Play up the fact he looks 'older than his age' or do some makeup, I dunno, I don't care. I would be alright with it.

I don't think any of the movies do anyone justice, TBH - ignoring the fact that of course things will have to be trimmed and simplified. I think most people agree though that the way they chose to do so was destructive and missed the point of the overarching story.

OotP and HBP were enjoyable as individual movies - but cut out so, so much that it damages the series as a whole. OotP especially should have been two movies, to REALLY get to know the Order Members, the adult world harry desperately wants to enter - revisit Lupin and Sirius, get attached to the real Moody - set up Tonks... maybe end the first one with Dumbledore leaving...?

But some actors pulled through wonderfully with the limited time they were given to portray their role, Alan Rickman of course being one - and I think David Threwlis is an underrated other. He did fucking BEAUTIFULLY and it made up for imo a half-assed performance from Gary Oldman as Sirius. He has perfect aesthetic and his fatherly moments with Harry were gorgeous... but most of the time he felt like his heart wasn't in it.

Remus, in the movies, HAD to be soft... but always carry a touch of coldness. A comfortable room but the heater isn't on. A cup of tea but you're asked to leave right after. Gentle eyes that pierce. Slightly odd expressions that feel kind, but also... off. He nailed that. Absolutely. That softness that makes you want to cozy up close, but a constant distance that makes you wonder why. Also the mustache was absolute genius. If only they gave him greys...

THIS LOOK? Underrated. SO MUCH PACKED INTO IT. Displeasure, surprise, 'oh shit im in danger' - but then forced innocence, a bit of weariness, a cheeky idea...

How he came out of the darkness, too - Snape specifically calling Lupin to show him the map was meaningful in the books, but Remus walking out of the pitch black was symbolic in the movies. It was a decent change. THIS is when I felt a 'Hm...' about Remus. (I saw it as an adult though, first time last year. I had no idea I'd love him so much.)

I LOVVEEEE going on and on about Remus being a wet tissue paper - because he is so often mischaracterized in so many different ways... but he IS good. He IS strong, compassionate, wise, clever... Fatherly. He will put himself aside to comfort someone in need. He just can't do that for himself. He will punish himself for the things he is gentle with in others.

"His voice, his smile, the way he carries himself, his quiet strength. Who could've done it better? I love him." YEAHYEAHYEAH David can pack layers of depth into every movement he makes. His little head bobbles, the ways his eyes pin on something and stare, his control of exactly how he smiles... ITS SO GOOD AHH

Normally a link to tiktok earns an instant vaporization but you get a pass aight I wont kill you God he's so wonky looking, look at him, he is delightful, I am going to spread him on toast with my vegemite

[moonlithourstudio]

4/4 - Eastern Air Temple

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and now we have the 4th Air Temple!! a little bit of thoughts behind the painting process, this was definitely the most challenging and took a longer time than the other air temple redraws i made. this one took me weeks while the others took me days to finish. & there were also the times i took a little break from the painting because i wanted to avoid feeling burnt out. however, i'm glad i made it till the end!! the collection is complete now yayy :D

i started this project a while back in August & it's all finished! It was definitely a fun & challenging learning process, also a good time since i got to revisit one of my favourite childhood shows. & honestly i'm really happy i managed to complete all 4 paintings despite having my wrists slightly injured for some time during this project (it wasn't because of drawing too much though 😂 it was something else) so i take it me getting to the end of the project as a huge win. lastly,, thank you so, so much for the love & support for this project, i'm overwhelmed with joy that so many of you love the redraws as much as i do & that the atla community is still very much alive ^_^ here's to ATLA, for being a huge part of my life. 🤍💫

[hyenafu]

I just want to let you know that SD is one comic I love beyond reason, especially going back to reread from the beginning. It's like a time capsule of the memes/ anime/le troll we had everywhere in the early 00s. I love seeing the smaller hints and the bigger "Oh yeah!" moments. Can you believe it's been almost 20 years? I feel like I grew up next to this comic.

Thank you so much! When I started making Slightly Damned as a teenager, I had no idea I would keep making it well into adulthood. I just fell in love with making it that hard, I guess.

I’m very happy to know that you enjoy the comic enough to stick around for so long, and that you like rereading the archive, too!

I was just talking to a friend the other day about how I value the time capsule element of such an old archive— yeah, the art is very old, and some of the jokes and vocabulary are very outdated, but I was always doing the best I could. If I went back to change things, it would mess with that authenticity.

I also made an effort to make sure the archive was rewarding to reread, so I’m glad that hard work has paid off for readers like yourself! My own favorite stories are the ones that are fun to revisit.

20 years… yeah, sometimes I feel a bit of existential dread about it, but at the end of the day, I feel creatively fulfilled. I love my webcomic and I’m happy you do, too 💕 it is also wild to think about how many people grew up alongside it, myself and yourself included. The world, and the internet, has changed so much!

[suffarustuffaru]

So thoughts on the final

major spoilers for arc 8’s ending down below!!! :3

LISTEN ANON KILLING ME WOULD HURT LESS THAN THAT ENDING OHHHUOUGHHHH GOD D D D D DD. DOUGHHHHB GHODKDODK D D D D D FUCUUUUUKKKKKKK MY LIFE E E E OUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH IM GLAD PRISCILLA WENT OUT ON HER OWN TERMS BUT FUUUUCKKKK THE EMOTIONAL DAMAGE RAGGH RAGGHH

anyway heres a slightly more coherent list of things i liked about the finale :)

^^ priscillas ending speech will forever live in my head ;-;; what a way to go out ;-;;;; shes so amazing ;-;;;;; and wowwwwww this speech summarizing the whole thing with rezero and its relationships oughhh oughhh oughhhh ougghhhhh and tying it back to priscillas worldview and character fuuuuck

SUBARU THREW OUT HIS POISON PILL?? HOLD UPPPPPPPPP—

subaru is now an adult again yayayay!!!!!!!

WHAT THE FUCK IS GONNA HAPPEN AFTER THIS RAGGHHHA AGAGHRHRH

i like the bittersweetness of it all :) i hope everyone gets a lot of rest after all this!!!!! but i also hope subaru gets more consequences for his rbd abuse but im sure tappei will cook with that Eventually. theres some Depressing third trial lines to get to after all. but also you could say priscilla permadeath Was some form of consequence ;-; ough. you cant save everyone….. and she accepted this end for herself….

this dialogue vv

LMFAOOOO 😭😭

al schult and heinkel are up for adoption after this huh. and arakiya……. will be in shambles…….

WHAT IS GONNA HAPPEN AFTER THIS WTF F F F F F F FF

im gonna cry every time priscilla comes on screen for season three :(((((((((((( ough :((( :(((((( :((((((

i like how we briefly revisit everyone in the last arc 8 chapters :,)))) ough………… good leadup for that ending amirite ahahahahahahahah

a bit of stuff happened in my personal life at the same time this chapter came out so i was glad to cry over fictional things :) BUT RGGAHHHHAGAGHRRGHJ PRISCILLA :((( a good send off for her though!!! :(((( thank you priscilla for being the character ever :,,,))))

OUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ARC 888888 FUCKCJKKKCKCK FUCKJKKKKKKKKKK THAT WAS SOME “the accident wasnt your fault” type shit FUCUJKKK

[total-drama-shark]

Slightly little bit more spoilers from TD2023 and more spoilers from the other following thing contained in it

Hey Hey guess who rewatched SU and got dreams from that but TD SU (I slightly got emotional damage from revisiting the lore but feel lazy to rewatch Future jeez)

Well TD SU AU coming right up Alright boys now that I think of it, basically from what I think for this one but except the fact the plot gets darker with it’s progress throughout it and along with some subplots with it (atleast I think less amount of subplots) (I really would wonder who would be Lapis, Peridot, Bismuth, Jasper and the others since I’m getting confused into some complicated plot points tho but you can decide!) No seriously like literally I had this one dream and it was TD2023 but it’s the movie but except it’s entirely different from the movie (I am sure having wild imagination fever dreams these days more like hyperfixation) Well here is what I think (TD2023 cast but according from what I’m thinking also, basically og cast gens 1 to 3 and I guess RR gen too) 🩰 | Julia (???) - Pearl (I have no idea how the hell this would work out but this is a AU after all, I mean I significantly feel like Priya and Pearl have similar vibes but nothing much I guess) 🍬 | Nichelle - Garnet (I feel like this is really accurate but from what I think generally it doesn’t really match in perspective but when it comes to stuff, this is fine but this is really would be cool from what I’m thinking tho) 🎭 | MK - Amethyst (like as said from Shark / you, but from what I think this is a cool match like very accurate to say) ⭐️ | Daimen - Steven (Okay okay I don’t think a short person like him being started as their mother reincarnates into them having literal trauma throughout slightly late / the near end of the series then get slightly tall, as I said again this a AU we could do anything we want as long it goes well with the element with it or anything idk I mean I guess this is fine too but gonna say I have no damn idea who the hell is Rose Quartz like ???) 📚 | Priya - Connie (I think this is good in my perspective like she also has those vibes I think of she might not be but I think it’s good as I think it should be but I think it would go well in my opinion) extra: 🥀/🌷Scary Girl / Lauren - Spinel (calling it, true, for real, going crazy, this is super accurate in my perspective literally it is LIKE same vibes would go with it really well) AND that is what I could think of so far andddd also here take this AU gift while I go on a acid trip from thinking this as a dream Also feel free to think about characters in your own perspective and your own opinions! :D

I may or may not have gone through a season 5 + Movie binge to answer this ask 😅 I’m gonna look at this as a general SU au instead of just a SU movie au I hope that’s alright!

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🩰 | I also don��t really know how Julia as Pearl would work, I suppose they have similar physique and color palette, but their personalities are very different, I think if we were to try and compare Pearl and Amethysts dynamic with Julia and MK’s dynamic we could start getting somewhere... but in my binge this came to my head, hear me out: Julia as Peridot. They give me similar vibes, specially post ep 5 Julia to Peridot, like just imagine Julia calling people buttknuckles like Peridot calls people clods!

🍬 | Garnet is a difficult one, because not only is she her own character but she’s also the combination of two separate characters. Nichelle as Garnet is a cool idea I agree, like if Nichelle was a girlboss instead of a girlloser lmao. But there’s also a different way we could go about this; Make one character Ruby, one character Sapphire, and make a literal fusion of both be Garnet, I think that’d be really cool and If so I propose either Raj (Ruby) and Bowie (Sapphire) or Axel (Ruby) and Nichelle (Sapphire)

🎭 | Glad to know you agree with MK as Amethyst! 👍

⭐️ | Damien as Steven is a very interesting choice! It very much made me realize Damien does have that main character energy to him and I think I can definitely see it, specially with Priya as Connie! (I also don’t know who Rose Quartz would be but like we can figure this out eventually I believe in us)

📚 | Both Priya as Connie or Pearl are such 1000 IQ ideas because they both fit so much, She fits Connie as a socially outcast girl that values her one friendship so much and has a natural knack for battles, and she fits pearl as a strictly trained, battle trained person who does everything she does not for herself, but for someone else.

🥀/🌷 | REAL x2 Scary Girl as Spinel so true!!!

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Some extra thoughts/ideas!!!

So I remembered about the “do it for her” song I and imagined the possibility of Millie as Connie and Priya as Pearl, seeing as Priya trained Millie in the show like Pearl trained Connie. But something I think would be interesting though too is Millie as Pearl, idk why but like it makes sense in my head.

Idk why but I Can very clearly imagine Julia as Peridot, Nichelle as Lapis, and Axel as Bismuth, opinions?

I also think there’s high potential for Emma to be part of this AU somewhere, I just can’t immediately tell what character she’d be. Emma as Sadie could be neat! Which I guess would make Chase Lars? But like I want her to have a bigger role in this au though because she deserves it.

[saetoru]

No but tee ur so right about the struggle to move on from sumeru. Like I’ve already played the whole archon quest to avoid getting spoiled and it’s been pretty good so far. But everything about sumeru and its story/character building was just so top-notch that Fontaine falls a little flat in comparison. *Mild spoilers warning* like the traveler meets focalors and I was just immediately hit with this immense longing to see nahida again. Like no archon will ever be nahida!!! She’s truly the peoples archon!!!!

And they’re definitely trying to set up a big mystery in the plot but for whatever reason even though the stakes seem like they’re supposed to be higher it just doesn’t hit with the same intensity as all of the absolutely insane shit the akademiya had going on. *Mild spoilers again* It probably has to do with the fact that it’s in relation to the people of Fontaine specifically and the traveler cannot be affected. Like it just doesn’t feel as personal. And given that it doesn’t feel as personal, there’s also not as much room for close character bonds to develop over a shared sense of urgency.

Sorry tee this ended up being a really long ramble but yeah ur so right ur feelings are so valid Fontaine just isn’t the same (at least rn) and I miss sumeru sm too

i think out of all the nations sumeru was my fav (altho the cultural representation aspects made me a bit upset) bc the story objectively was the most intriguing in this one but ALSO !! just the way the characters relationships were all built and connected was just rly nice and special to me. like even tho u hardly see much of candace she means the world to dehya and dehya means a good deal to everyone in sumeru city so like when candace comes to visit she’s still not rly out of place !! and it’s like 🥹 everyone is just connected to everyone and it’s a big family 🥹 and nahidas the mostttt endearing archon i think her story was my favorite but also her relationship with lumine was just more special than the other archons. i think the only other nation where everyone is close to being family like this is mondstadt with like kaeya and amber and eula and jean and klee—they’ve all had history in the knights and as kids so they’re all endearing too and that’s also !! why leaving mondstadt made me so upset !! and why i revisit so frequently just for the heck of it :,) and i think venti also has a slightly cuter relationship w lumine but idk like zhongli and raiden are lovely i liked them but they didn’t have that. idk. ig friendship that nahida had with traveler AND ALSO nahida tries so hard to rly connect w the ppl in sumeru she’s just the best archon i love love love her.

but i loved sumeru’s plot the most i think mondstadt was a bit boring until diluc showed up (lol) and liyue was fun but also a little less exciting and inazuma had so much potential but it was longgggg and tedious and also the miko training thing TOOK ME OUT. but sumeru was so fun and i enjoyed it thoroughly AND IDK IF ANYTHING WILL BEAT IT even the limited events in sumeru were so good sobs i AM RLY SAD WE ARE LEAVING. and also sumeru story quests are all my favs. dehyas was amazing and cynos was too and so was al haithams and i loved nahidas w the lore drops and even tighnaris had me emotional

i think i just have a bias LOL

but anyway I WILL FINALLY PLAY THE NEW QUEST just because i don’t wanna be spoiled so i might as well get it out the way BUT i’m glad someone shares the sentiment with me 🥹 sumeru will always be the best nation to me :,)

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Book Review: Son by Lois Lowry

Actual rating 4.5/5 stars.

Now, THIS is a true companion/sequel to The Giver. This book has features of all previous books in this series and comes full circle in a way I didn't know possible since the previous two books seemed so disconnected from the first.

I very much enjoyed this read. I loved that we got to revisit the community in which Jonas lived, but this time from a different lens. I loved seeing how the community operated from viewpoints other than Jonas's. And having Jonas be part of part one was also excellent. And having him come back, not as "Leader" but as Jonas in part three? Well, let's say it was nice seeing him again. (I didn't expect him to end up with Kira, but I guess it makes sense).

I'm glad the Trademaster was brought back, if only to learn a bit more about him. In the last book, we only saw him briefly before, and he gets a slightly more significant role in this one. I mean, he's the main antagonist, but only in the later half of the book. I do think he was defeated pretty easily, tough. It reminded me of during the IT movie how they defeated Peniwise by hurling lame insults at him. For a being that is described as pure evil, like Peniqise was, I get the sense that he's super old and, therefore, extra powerful. But Gabe says like three sentences, and this hurts him? I dunno. Feels rushed.

And speaking of rushed, I've said it before for the other books, and I'll say it again. Does Lowry not know how to end books? They all ended so abruptly. Granted, this one was better than the last two and had a slight improvement on the first, but still. They all have significant conflicts, and the second it's resolved, it's over. At the very least, I'd like to see a few paragraphs with the aftermath of everything. I mean, we followed Claire's journey (and I guess Jonas and Kira's, too) for so long, and we get like a sentence hinting everything is going to be okay. I enjoyed the book, but I'm personally not satisfied with the ending.

All in all, this was a nice end to the series. Although you could cut out the middle two books, read The Giver and then this one and still be satisfied, I think. The Giver is still the best one of them all, but this one is a close second.

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It has been years (YEARS!) since I've watched this movie (or any of the original trilogy, actually). Probably around the time of the prequel trilogy, if not slightly after that. So yeah, other than knowing "they win at the end," I didn't really remember much about what exactly happens in this movie (as compared to the first 2 movies).

And, man - Han in carbonite. Jabba the Hut. Boba Fett (leading into The Book of Boba Fett). Leia and her bikini. Han's jealousy. The familial revelation. The throwing of the emperor. The Ewoks (though, the extent of their role, I did not remember at all). So much I recognized - and yet, so much I also did not (the entire bit in the forest, for example; the dancing/celebration at the end).

Vader's "no" yell as he's disposing of the emperor - didn't remember that, then found out it was digitally added in after, and, well ... not a fan of it. The celebration spanning multiple planets was a nice touch though.

I wasn't actually planning on seeing this now, so I didn't watch the previous 2 films to prep - but I randomly opened up Fandango to see what was playing in theaters and saw this and was just like "eh, why not?" so I went with it. Glad I did.

I don't think it was the best movie in the trilogy, from my memory of the previous 2, but that doesn't change the fact that it is awesome (also, there's some cringeworthy comedy bits thrown in, almost felt like I was watching a 90s Bollywood movie). I'm not as deep into Star Wars lore as some others, so I'm sure there's a lot I'm missing in terms of connections and all that, but it was fun to revisit the original series.

And the true statement of the entire series: no matter what the good guys do and how decisive their victory, there is always more "we control you" bad guys that pop up. They're like a plague on society, these evil badguys that want complete power. Screw them.

Almost makes me want to watch episodes 4 and 5 and 7 again...

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- Twelve -

megumi fushiguro x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst

summary: (y/n) was nothing special. A human being who had no idea that curses walked the same earth they walked. But then they locked eyes with Megumi Fushiguro. Can Fushiguro focus on the task ahead or will he be distracted by the king of curses and his new love interest?

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kazino - BIBI

— kazino - BIBI —

A grueling month of training and preparation passes. Megumi’s confession weighing heavy on your mind everyday. Practices with him became easier as you managed to grasp the movements and techniques Maki diligently taught you. You couldn’t thank her enough for making you stronger. You’re reminded of the compliment she gave you, your natural strength refined through her regiments. You didn’t feel ready for the Kyoto exchange, but Megumi’s encouragement made you feel slightly more secure in your ability.

“Don’t worry love, as long as we have you as defense we won’t lose.” He says, his bright eyes full of love and a small smile playing across his slightly blushed face.

His comfort around you has grown, the small touches he used to give turning into tight embraces and short pecks. Thought Megumi doesn’t particularly mind displaying his affection publicly, he treasures the moments he has alone with you. Your soft hand that lands on his cheek, stroking it gently. Your chapstick covered lips meeting his, the scent of cherries filling his nose. You were everything and more to Megumi. He couldn’t lose you, like he lost Yuuji. Yuuji’s death haunted Megumi, the thought of not being able to protect those he cared about when they need him most. But you gave him purpose, a reason to get stronger, a reason to be prepared for an unwanted next time. He was sure the Kyoto exchange would display his improvement, but he was just as eager to see yours. The Kyoto students would not go easy on either of you, and you both knew that, but you were prepared.

With Megumi’s hand in yours, you make your way to the front of the school where Maki, Panda and Inumaki were standing.

“Well hello lovebirds, glad you could join us.” Maki says with a proud smirk.

“You nervous y/n?” Panda asks, sensing your apprehension.

“A bit...but I’m ok.”

You wrap your self around Megumi’s arm burying half your face in his shoulder.

“Why is everyone empty handed?!” Nobara asks, her suitcase and backpack by her side.

“Why do you have your luggage?” Panda asks.

“We’re going to Kyoto right? For the goodwill event IN Kyoto?”

“The goodwill event WITH Kyoto...in Tokyo.”

“YOU’RE JOKING!”

“So that’s why our conversations have been off...”

You giggle at Nobara’s comical misunderstanding.

“Oi..they’re here.”

A group of students around your age walks towards you, each looking more intimidating than the other. Your grip on Megumi’s arm tightened. Noticing your nervous behavior, he interlocks his fingers with yours and gives your hand a gentle squeeze.

“It’ll be ok.” He says, a soft whisper of reassurance making you feel a bit stronger. You had worked hard for this moment, Maki had worked you hard for this moment. There’s no way you could run away now.

“Is this a welcome party?..gross.”

“I don’t see Okkotsu.”

“Would you forget about Okkotsu. Isn’t it too much of a handicap taking on two first years and a newbie with no cursed energy.” The tall robot looking sorcerer, Megumi referred to as Mechamaru says.

“That is irrelevant when it comes to jujutsu sorcery. Especially with Fushiguro, he is a Zen’in after all. I’d say he’s more reliable than the head of the family.”

Your eyes fall on the raven haired boy. His teeth gritted at the sound of being called a Zen’in. You didn’t know much about the Zen’in clan, but you did know Megumi wanted nothing to do with them.

“Hey now! No fighting. Now..where is that idio-“

The Kyoto sensei’s words are cut off as her eyes fall on your shrunken form.

“y/n?...” She asks, her eyes fixated on the familiar glint in yours.

“Um...yes?”

“You look just like her...”

“Sorry?...her?”

Your small exchange is interrupted by Gojo’s loud voice making his presence known.

“HERE I AM!”

He wheels in a large box filled with who knows what. You give Megumi a puzzled look only to receive a shrug in response.

“Looks like everyone’s here! I was actually on a business trip overseas, and I brought some souvenirs for you all!! Not you Utahime!” Gojo-sensei says as he hands out a small tribal doll to the students from Kyoto.

“And for the Tokyo kids!”

The large box pops open startling both you and Megumi. The open box reveals something you could have only dreamt about. Or at least you thought it would only have been a dream.

“It’s the dearly departed Itadori Yuuji!!”

“Ha Gotcha!!”

Your e/c eyes fill with tears as you stare at the face of your apparently alive friend. You thought you would never see him again. You had suffered through months of tears, months of sitting in your bed refusing to eat or drink. Months of being in Megumi’s arms sobbing into the collar of his cotton t-shirt. How could he be here? This must be a sick dream. But the way Megumi clings to you, the harsh grip he has on your hand, proves that this is no dream. Yuuji was in fact, standing in front of you alive and well.

“...how..” You utter, the tears collecting on your lash line refusing to fall.

“Sensei! They don’t looks happy at all!” Yuuji blares, the familiar voice sending chills up and down your spine.

Megumi’s hand loosens slightly as he guides you toward the box Yuuji was still standing in. Nobara kicks the box slightly startling the pink haired boy.

“You got anything to say?” She asks, small tears collecting in her eyes as well.

“Uhhh sorry for not telling you I was alive?”

“Yeah you should be sorry..” You say, your voice shaky but threatening.

“Y/n I-“

“I don’t want to hear it Yuuji, do you know how long I cried, how painful it was to be reminded every day that I’d never get to see you again. But here you are!! Just fine!! Nothing wrong at all! I understand how it would be dangerous to tell everyone...but me? Why couldn’t you have just told me? Just given me an ounce of relief? How could you Yuuji..” You turn your face onto Megumi’s arm, the sleeve of his jacket collecting the tears that never fell. Megumi’s hand comes to your head stroking the top lovingly.

“Y/n..there wasn’t a day that went by...that I didn’t think about you. I missed you so much, I really did. I had to keep it a secret..you know I would have run to you if I could..you know that right?”

“I don’t really know anything right now.” You say, your hand slipping out of Megumi’s as you walk away from the trio.

What were you supposed to think? Suddenly your best friend is back..the Kyoto sensei giving you weird looks and saying you remind her of...her? Who’s she? How were you supposed to feel. This was all just too much for one day. You contemplated dropping out of the exchange, curling up in your bed and sleeping the awful moment away...but something in you refused. You knew, Yuuji would never purposefully hurt you, not after what you two had been through. You will stay, you will fight, and you will find the answers. Nothing can stop you now. Not when you’ve worked this hard. This isn’t for Yuuji anymore, not even for Megumi. This is for you, only you, and you were gonna make that obvious.

a/n: wow…that took so long to put out omg. but there it is you guys !! the first part of the series is over ! i might just revisit this because i left it on a cliffhanger and i have so many more ideas about this book but for now here you go ! thank you so much for sticking with me for so long and i apologize for the lack of updates towards the end. i love you all so much <3

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In the Dark XIX: Vampires and Werewolves

Summary: While invested in planning things for the upcoming full moon, you're unaware of things going on outside between the werewolves and vampire. Outside the compound, things seem to be getting a bit out of hand

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of fighting, mentions of blood, mentions of a war, slight mentions of death, werewolf/vampire au, strong language, soulmate au

Word Count: 2,325

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The week went by so quickly considering how much running around had to be done. From making sure that peace was being kept between the two species now living together to starting to make plans for full moon, that bench in the park where you and Bucky used to spend so many nights together is starting to look more and more like a dream to you. A dream that you so desperately would like to revisit.

There’s still tension in the compound but you can feel it getting lighter and lighter as the days go by. You understand that things aren’t perfect yet. You can’t blame that on anyone or anything. It will take time for them to get used to each other. Time that you and Bucky didn’t have, so it feels like.

While the progress you can see between the two species gives you hope, each day that goes by without Tony waking up makes it feel like that hope is slipping away. There have been so many times where you wish he could advise you on what to do, how to be an alpha. Sometimes, you just wish he would make you laugh. You’re starting to miss your father.

Not to mention that you don’t know what will happen on full moon for him. Will he still turn while in this coma?

Thinking about all this, you run your fingers through your hair and breathe out a heavy sigh as you drop your head between your shoulders. There’s so much to think about right now, it feels overwhelming. You almost wonder why everything has to be done in the days leading up to full moon instead of in the month. Or even the weeks. It’s all because of a stupid werewolf tradition. Because if things are done days before, there’s no need to check on them again before the time. Because if things are done the days before, no vampire can tamper the plans.

What happens now that there are vampires on the premises?

“Breath, doll,” Bucky whispers behind you as he places his hands gently on your shoulders.

You take in a deep breath as he softly starts to massage your shoulder, drop your hands away from your head, and bite on your lower lip. “I hate this. I hate being alpha,” you whisper, leaning back in your chair and resting your head against Bucky’s arm. “This constant...pressure I feel from everyone, everyone looking to me for answers I’m not sure I have. I don’t know how much I can carry on doing this.”

Bucky smiles to himself as he turns your chair around with you still in it and then pulling you out of it. “I think you’re doing an amazing job.”

“You’re just saying because you’re my soulmate.”

He laughs, pulling you forward as he starts to walk backward. “Maybe. But maybe I’m right.”

Realizing that he’s pulling you out of the office that used to be Tony’s, you frown at him as if to ask where he’s taking you. But he only smiles at you and turns around, keeping your hand in his. He doesn’t lead you far, just to the large window that overlooks the training grounds you remember spending a few days on before meeting Bucky.

When you look out, you definitely don’t expect to see what you see. “Oh, my God.”

Everyone, every werewolf, and vampire has gathered around, forming a circle around two other figures. One is a vampire and the other is a werewolf. In wolf form. You watch the wolf jump for the vampire and a cheer erupts from what you think to be the werewolves of the audience. You can’t believe that this is happening now of all times.

Bucky grabs your hand before you can rush away. “Just watch,” he whispers, pulling you closer to him as a way to stop you even more from leaving.

You look up at him in shock, wondering how he could be so calm about this happening. But still, you look back down and do as he says. You watch.

As your eyes glance over the scene, you notice Nat standing beside Clint; the vampire she had walked up to meet when they arrived. If anything, you thought that they would have been the ones to break this up before it got out of hand. But then you look around some more and notice something else.

There’s no division between the vampires and werewolves. They’re all mixed between the crowd. It’s not like a fight where one side is one species and the other side is the other species. It tells you that this isn’t a normal fight.

Bucky’s eyes glance down at you when he sees your head tilting slightly to the side. He smiles, loosens his grip on you because he knows that you’re slowly understanding what’s going on. “Nat and Clint started it. Apparently, they wanted to see how rusty each other is. You know, for old time sakes,” he explains. Your eyes don’t move. “Now, they’re training everyone. But everything is under control. Wanda will step in if things go south.”

You chuckle, shaking your head in amazement as you step a bit closer to the window and the fighting vampire manages to throw the werewolf off of them. It’s amazing watching Nat stepping forward and the fight ending immediately. It’s amazing seeing them training, but not wanting to kill each other. They’re learning each other’s strengths and weaknesses, how to properly defend themselves against each other. And yet, when Nat’s finished saying whatever she wanted, the two fighters bow their heads in respect to each other and turn to walk away.

“You might feel like you don’t have the answers everyone is looking for, but maybe someone else has them,” Bucky speaks, walking up behind you and placing his hands on your shoulders again. “Sometimes, you just gotta step back and let someone else take charge of something they might know how to fix. You don’t have to do everything.”

He whispers the last part in your ear, making you breathe out a long sigh and gently nod your head. It’s almost like a relief has washed over you hearing those words. You don’t want history to repeat itself when it comes to what happened with the first soulmates. “I just want everything to work out,” you whisper.

Bucky understands what you mean. He’s scared the same thing that happened to the first werewolf soulmate happens to you. “It will,” he whispers as he rests his head against yours after kissing the side of your face. “Just give it some time.”

As you’re about to say something about that, your mouth falling open to speak, you spot something in the distance, over the walls of the compound. Bucky spots it too, his head perking up as he steps next to you. “What is it?” you ask, knowing that his eyesight is better than yours. A vampire perk.

He stares for a second longer, narrowing his eyes as what seems to be a group of people coming closer and closer. “I’m not sure,” he mutters.

“FRIDAY?” you whisper after a few moments of silence, your hand slipping into Bucky’s.

“It seems to be a pack of werewolves, miss. Some of them are injured,” the female AI says.

Your head lifts to Bucky to see if he’s thinking what you’re thinking. They can’t be here to cause trouble if some of them are hurt, right?

“We should help them,” Bucky says, but you can hear a bit of hesitation in his voice.

Bucky’s not sure about this. He knows that there is only one thing that’s out to hurt werewolf packs. A coven of vampires. He only hopes that they haven’t led this coven here and jeopardized this...community you and he have created. But he can’t convince you to turn them away. What if you had been one of them and you needed his help?

You nod your head and start to walk away, expecting him to follow you. But he doesn’t. He keeps looking out the window, his hands curled in fists and his shoulders slightly tense. “Aren’t you coming with me?” you call out to him.

He looks over his shoulder at you, shocked that you would consider that option. “You sure that’s a good idea?”

“I think they should know that they’re walking into a place that’s got some vampires too.”

This could be the perfect opportunity to see how someone outside the packs and coven that are close to the two soulmates reacts to the situation. Both you and Bucky know this.

When you get to the front gate of the compound, you’re glad that for once there’s no crowd. The others didn’t notice the oncoming pack so they must still be training. It makes things a little bit calmer. And you’re sure that this pack would also prefer things to be a little more mellow than making a big fuss about everything.

Bucky stops for a moment as you two near the group. “Scott?” he calls out, making you frown up that he knows another werewolf outside of your pack.

You look out at the group to see who this werewolf your soulmate knows is. A man’s head snaps up and a relieved look washes over his face. “Oh, Bucky. Man, I’m so relieved it’s you,” Scott says, walking forward to greet Bucky. His eyes then go to you. “This is your soulmate?”

You smile at him as Bucky looks back at you. “Yeah. She is,” Bucky says, looking down at you with a glimmer in his eyes that you don’t see as you greet Scott. “What happened. Scott?” he questions as he looks out at the broken pack. They all look exhausted, some have torn clothes and some have traces of blood on their bodies. When he sees a girl creeping away behind a woman’s leg, he feels a small tug in his heart, hoping that she wasn’t hurt.

“We were attacked by vampires. Luckily, we all got out in one piece but we knew we could stay where we were,” Scott starts to explain, looking over his shoulder at his family. “You guys were the closest werewolf pack.”

He doesn’t have to say anything else for you to understand. Whenever a werewolf is hurt, they always go to the nearest pack for help and that pack has an obligation to help them, heal them, and make sure they’re okay before sending them back to their pack. If it’s a pack that has lost everything or needs help, the pack they’ve come to for help has to help them settle down somewhere else or even make plans to merge. The latter normally happens all because of the stupid idea that they can make a bigger, stronger force to take down the vampires that hurt the said pack.

“Who attacked you?” Bucky asks, his voice stern and strong.

Scott looks up at him, his jaw tensing. It’s obvious that he’s not sure if he should mention who it was. But he takes a deep breath and a step forward so he can whisper to Bucky. “From the scent, a group from your coven.”

You place a gentle hand on Bucky’s arm to calm him. You know he’s tried in the past to stop everyone in his coven from hurting any werewolf. Now that those that left no longer have to obey and listen to him, nothing is going to stop them from hunting down werewolf packs and killing them. Hell, what’s to say they won’t go into the human sector and turn a few humans into vampires? You know that thought is going through Bucky’s mind too.

“Well, we’ve got more than enough room for you guys,” you speak to break the moment of silence that has fallen. Stepping to the side, you let Scott lead his pack through the gates and into the compound. That means a few more heads to add to your list for full moon.

Feeling Bucky’s tenseness beside you, you glance up at him and find him staring out down the road leading away from the compound, his chest rising and falling with every heavy breath he takes. When you glance down, his metal hand is clenched in a tight fist, as you expected. “Bucky-”

“I’m going after them before anyone else gets hurt.”

You stop him from walking away by turning his face down to you. “Not alone you’re not.”

“I’m not taking you with me, (Y/n). I won’t be able to live with myself if you got hurt.”

“And what do you think I would do if you got hurt because I let you walk into something like this alone?” you fight back, your fingers caressing the side of his face as you step closer to him. “They’ll outnumber you and you being the Winter Soldier is not going to help you against them.”

He knows you’re right, but he can’t ask your werewolves to join him in this. Not with the full moon being around the corner. But he can ask his coven. The chances that this rogue group of vampires that came from his coven will go looking for weak werewolves during the full moon is very high. So, that would be the perfect time to stop them.

They might even help a few werewolves along the way, recruit a few...friends.

“I think I just thought of a way to get my vampires out of your hair for the full moon,” he whispers as he leans forward to rest his forehead against yours, a smile growing on his face as he cups your face in his hands.

“Well, it’s good to see that you’re helping,” you tease with a small laugh, making Bucky chuckle as well.

Now starts his planning for what will happen on full moon for him and his vampires.

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Public Access Training: Spirit Halloween

I got the time today to take Tzapo into a Spirit Halloween store for some public access training. I knew there might not be as many animatronics left due to the time of the month but I hoped some would be left. And thankfully, there were some still there to test Tzapo's reaction with. No photos or videos sadly but here's the results:

Hall of Chains

Thia was the lowest difficulty as there was no actual animatronic here, just sounds. It was a little mocked up walk through tunnel with chains dangling. The end ones would set off sounds as you knocked them aside

Reaction: Nothing. Not even a glance up, perfect heeling.

Pumpkinhead

This one I thought would either be easy or super terrible due to size/height. It was maybe ten feet tall and loomed over. All the movement was overhead and it made a lot of sounds and spoke.

Reaction: Tzapo was completely unaffected as we stood in front of it. No glance up at the sounds, just eyes on me.

La Llorona

There was an animatronic that was I am guessing was supposed to be based on the tale of La Llorona. It was a woman in a white dress holding a skull in her hands and weeping with movements to her hands and arms. I had Tzapo sit and face her before I stepped on the thing to trigger the movement to ensure he was seeing it be still for a while first.

Reaction: Nothing. Tzapo had no reaction to this one either. He held his position through the animation and through a curious wan approaching us to ask a few respectful questions about his breed.

Clown

The next was a clown creature thing. It laughed, made threats, and moved it's arms threateningly. I did the same thing as I had with the La Llorona animatronic and made sure he saw it nonmobile for a while before I triggered it.

Reaction: Tzapo curiously tilted his head but otherwise was nonreactive to this clown.

Possessed child:

This was the last one and I picked it for last because the little girl was on the ground. The others were all raised up a bit so they had a bit of a separation from Tzapo. I thought this one might be tougher being on his level more. This one had a little girl with a dark "spirit" moving its face behind her. The sounds were of crying and speaking as the spirit made threats.

Reaction: Tzapo was slightly startled at the movement and sound but recovered immediately. He moved his head towards it and sniffed briefly which I allowed a quick sniff as I was glad his immediate reaction was to investigate but not to run or attack. (Other than this quick investigation he made no attempts to sniff as we punctuated each animatronic with a walk through merchandise to test his manners.)

Overall: I have incredibly high pride for Tzapo. He did phenomenal and the one time he did startle he recovered and showed no further concern. I did revisit the possessed girl animatronic to see if he was affected again and he was not. He ignored her and waited for us to move on. I do wish we had had a chance to do more animatronics but I am very pleased with how well he did today. His reactivity to things remains wonderfully low and I am proud of his calm confidence as we go through life together. I know he isn't there til he's there, but I'm becoming confident that I might be able to drop the "in training" label in the bearish future.

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Sometimes you can't make it on your own

Yes, the title came straight out of a U2 song. Yes, second fic in two days. Just a little shorter than the previous one.

Summary: the two men who chased you on the boat and who scared Miss Lana to death broke in the Chateau, nearly catching you and your friends. Now, a few hours later, as you find yourself alone in the messed up house, the distress of the day is felt. And when you start to fall apart, JJ is there to keep your pieces together.

It’s a JJ x reader and it’s just pure fluff, fluff, fluff

Warnings: none, maybe just a little breakdown??

gif not mine so credit to the owner!

The Chateau was a nightmare. Everything had been turned upside down. The drawers had been pulled out, their content thrown on the floor without care. The kitchen cabinets had been emptied – food was everywhere on the floor, along with cans and empty bottles.

The ground was also covered with papers and pictures, spilled from the cabinets which had been thrown to the ground. On your way to the living room, you tried to dodge all the trash, carefully avoiding stepping on those papers.

With shaky hands, you pulled away from your face some strands of hair, trying to figure out where to begin. Lost your thoughts, it took you a few minutes to get organized – with John B being arrested and everything, your friends didn’t really have the time to clean up the Chateau.

But you didn’t want John B to come home and see that mess, reminding him that he’d just been robbed of the few things that he had left of his father.

Carefully avoiding looking at his father’s office, which reminded of you of the fear that you felt just a few hours back, you started cleaning up the place.

First thing first, you tried to pull up all the cabinets that had been shattered to the floor. It was a hard task, considering it was covered in papers and you risked falling and breaking your neck at least seven times.

The last and heaviest cabinet just wouldn’t follow your movements – no matter how hard you tried to pull it up, it just wouldn’t move. Dammit.

After a solid ten minutes, you decided to take care of it later.

It took you forever to get rid of the trash shattered across the ground, and even more to pile up all his father’s documents. Your hands were still shaking, probably because of the shock of the day.

Just a few hours back, those two men who chased you in the boat – and who scared Miss. Lana to death – had stormed in the Chateau, looking for John B. But y’know, John B’s problems were everyone’s problems. Pogue style. You were in all in this together, through thick and thin.

That doesn’t mean that you hadn’t feared for your friends’ lives. Especially for JJ’s. First when the windows wouldn’t open, then in the henhouse – you were scared to death that something could happen to him.

Cleaning up was helping you keep your shit together, but you knew you’d fall apart eventually. You were just trying to hold on as much as you could.

The burden in your heart became heavier when you passed by John B’s father’s office. With shaky hands you grazed the half-shattered doorframe, damaged by a gunshot.

Then your eyes slid all over the room – the shelves had been emptied; all those precious documents stolen. The windows were still closed, painted shut just how you’d left them. Only one was wide open – the one you eventually managed to unlock and from which you escaped towards the henhouse.

When you lowered your gaze to your hands, your fingertips were scratched and vivid red – you probably hurt yourself when you were trying to swing the windows open.

That’s what made you fall apart – those little scratches did nothing but remind you of the distress of the day, the look in JJ’s eyes when the window just wouldn’t open. The fear in his eyes when he met yours; the fear that something might happen to you, that he might lose you.

You felt the urge to lean on to something, so you let your back slide down the wall until you were sitting on the floor, knees pressed to your chest as you tried to control your sobs. As you started to revisit the events of the day, your breath became more and more irregular.

Until your felt warm hands on your back.

An arm was now surrounding your shoulders, and you didn’t even have to look up to know that it was JJ.

“Shh, it’s okay now”, he softly whispered. JJ knew how much you loved when he stroked your hair, so he tried to calm you down by gently touching your y/h/c locks.

When a loud sob escaped your lips, he held you even close to his chest. His chin was placed on your head as he slowly lulled you, trying to soothe you. “I’m here. I’m here, Y/N. Just breathe.” His voice had never been softer.

It was really a few minutes, but it felt like forever when your tears finally stopped falling, leaving you with swollen eyes. JJ held you for the whole time, whispering you reassuring words full of love.

“I’m sorry.” God, even your voice was hoarse. He loosened the hug so you could finally meet his big, blue eyes full of worry.

His lips parted a bit as he gently copped your cheeks, looking at you straight in the eye. “For what?”

You cleared your voice as you raised a hand, placing it on top of his – he didn’t move it from your wet cheek. “I know how much you loved that roaster.”

His features relaxed a bit as he let out a little laugh, slightly shaking his head. “I didn’t even care about that roaster. I just wanted you to be safe.” And the honesty in his voice made your eyes water again.

As you bit your lower lip, JJ gently started to caress your cheek with his thumb. “Things could’ve gone terribly today.”

“But they didn’t”, he immediately replied. “God, I’m glad they didn’t. But you don’t have to worry about anything, baby. I’d do anything to keep you safe.”

“Don’t say that”, you said, frowning.

JJ seemed confused. “It’s the truth.”

“You’re so reckless that you’d end up doing something stupid.”

“Hey, listen to me”, he started as his little smile turned into a frown, too. “I would do anything, anything to keep you safe. D’you hear me? I’m not going anywhere.”

Your voice was just a whisper when you said “They’ll come back. They’ll keep looking for him.”

“Yeah, they will. But they’re not gonna find him. Nothing’s gonna happen to you – to us. You need to trust me on this.” He seemed so desperate to make you listen to him.

JJ’s soft side was reserved to you and to you only. Nobody’d been lucky enough to know that facet of him, and as much as you wanted him to open up more with the rest of the guys, you loved how only you knew how gentle, kind and delicate JJ could be.

When your lips brushed his, the sweetness of his touch left you breathless. Then his hands slowly slid down to your neck, and he started leaving soft and gentle kisses on your wet cheeks, there where your tears had touched your skin.

Either of you moved for the next couple of minutes, as you let his deep breath calm yours. With your cheek pressed against his chest, you could clearly hear his steady heartbeat.

Then JJ broke that silence by saying in a low voice “Just ‘till we don’t solve this, please don’t go out alone. Call me, or call even one of the guys, but please, please do as I say. I need to know you safe.”

His reasoning was sound, so you slowly nodded and added a quiet “’kay”, without saying much more.

Then you pulled away, giving him a little half smile to reassure him before giving a quick look at the room you were in. There were still lots of things to put in order, so you dared to ask him “Care to give me a hand?”

JJ wasn’t really a fan of housework, but when he placed a hand in the back of your head and left a soft kiss on your forehead, you knew he wouldn’t dare to say no. Truth was, JJ would do anything to make you happy. Even doing some housekeeping.

“John B better be thanking us by giving us his spare room.” And when he winked at you, he received nothing but a slap on his arm.

While standing up, you let out a little chuckle and said, “I’ll think of a way to thank you, if you get down to work.”

And JJ’s face told you that he was ready to make that place shine.

[aomine-ryo]

GoM going w their s/o to an attraction park and her wanting to ride all the highest, fastest rides OwO

I hope you like this!! xx

Headcanons: GOM going to an attraction park with their s/o

Kuroko

He surprisingly loves the thrill of a good, fast rollercoaster

So he’d totally be ready to join you on those

You were also looking forward to hearing some type of frightened scream, but strangely enough, he would just giggle like a baby whenever there was a huge drop

“Why were you laughing up there, you weirdo?” you asked him when you got off the ride

“I don’t know, I just found your screams really cute,” he shrugged, trying to fix the mess of hair on his head, though it was useless because it seemed to do as it pleased

Whilst he did love rollercoasters, he absolutely despised the types of rides that would spin you around or flip you in some sort of way

They just made him nauseous and dizzy

But of course, you were immediately drawn to those types of rides as well

“Y/N, I will actually throw up if I go on that ride,” he told you

“Don’t be over dramatic, you haven’t even eaten anything today,” you insisted, dragging him along with you

Unlike the giggles on the rollercoasters, Kuroko was eerily silent throughout this ride that flipped you upside down

He was gripping onto your hand for dear life

As promised, once you got off the ride, Kuroko beelined for the nearest trash can where he began to throw up

“Oh my god Tetsu! You really weren’t kidding, huh?” you said, softly chuckling as you rubbed his back

“I warned you,” he said hoarsely once he felt like he got it all out of his system

“Okay okay, I learned my lesson. Let’s just take it slow for some time alright?” You suggested, running your fingers through his hair in attempt to comfort him and simultaneously fix the mess

After about an hour of going on the slower and more tame rides, which was fun because it allowed you two to cuddle up together, you returned to the speedy rollercoasters

It was a 10/10 experience though, minus the part where Kuroko threw up (though it was kinda funny)

Kise

When you suggested a date at a theme park, Kise assumed that you wanted to relax on all the calm and slow rides

However, once you got there, you immediately pointed at the highest and biggest rollercoaster with an eager look in your eyes

“Let’s go there first!” you said excitedly, grabbing onto Kise’s hand to take him there

Kise just stared at it wide-eyed, “Y/N-cchi, that looks pretty fast. Are you sure you’re not scared?” he asked, hoping that you’d reconsider going on it

“I wanna go on it because it’s fast, dummy. Come on,” you replied, pulling him along with you

He put up a brave front whilst in line for the ride

But the moment he got into the seat, he was practically shitting himself

As the rollercoaster slowly made its way up to its highest point, Kise’s grip on your hand tightened to the point where you felt like he was gonna crush it

“Oh my god oh my god Y/N-cchi we’re gonna die,” he muttered frantically

“Ryouta we’re not gonna die,” you laughed, finding the way he clung onto you kind of cute

“No no, we will,” he said, barely able to keep his eyes open as the rollercoaster came to a halt at the top, “I just want you to know that I love you and I’m glad that I met you,” he blabbered, making you laugh even more

It seemed like he was going to say more, but then it dropped, and all you heard was his deafening screams

After a few more loops and drops where Kise hung onto you for dear life, the ride finally ended

“That wasn’t that bad,” Kise exhaled when you exited the ride

“Ryouta, you screamed so much that I think my left ear has gone deaf,” you glared at him

“I was just screaming for fun- not out of fear,” he lied

“Well, I guess you don’t mind going on more rides like that then,” you shrugged, grinning at him

He took a nervous gulp before nodding, “Yeah totally.”

The two of you ended up going on more rides after that, and Kise continued to act tough after each ride after screaming like a child in every one

“Pfft, that one wasn’t even scary.”

“Babe, you’re literally still hugging me.”

Midorima

Listen, he just wants a relaxing afternoon where you two walk around, eat some overpriced food and go on a few pleasant rides

But that wasn’t gonna happen on your watch

“We’re going on all the rides!” you said excitedly as you waited in the queue to enter the park

“Even the fast ones?” Midorima asked, slightly worried

“Especially the fast ones!” you beamed

His horoscope wasn’t particularly bad that day so it didn’t take too much convincing to get him on the rides because he just put his faith in the fortune

You can’t die if your horoscope is good that day right?

He wasn’t sure if he should be glad that he was meant to be taking his glasses off or more worried

Needless to say, he gripped onto your hand as tight as he could

He was surprisingly very silent during the ride

Granted, all he could see was a blur

But turns out that his silence was a result of the fear he felt

“See, that wasn’t that bad, you didn’t even scream once,” you said cheerily when you walked out of the ride

“Well that was probably because I couldn’t see anything,” he said, not letting go of your hand for a second, even after he regained his vision

In the end, the two of you ended up going on all the rides, but only revisite the slower ones because you didn’t cause any more distress to your poor boyfriend

Besides, it was much nicer holding his hand when he wasn’t crushing all its bones

Aomine

This boy would put up this tough front the entire car ride there, but you saw right through him

“I probably drive faster than those rollercoasters- I don’t see why people are so scared,” he scoffed

You just replied with a condescending hum, knowing that the second the ride starts, he’d be screaming his ass off

“Y/N, if you’re scared you can hold my hand, I’ll protect you,” he said smugly as he buckled up

“I feel like I should be the one telling you that,” you responded, getting more and more impatient for the ride to start so that you can watch him eat his words

Just like you predicted, he did not react well to the speed of the ride

But it was so much funnier than you could ever expect

The ride was slow at first as it inched towards its peak and Aomine grew more nervous the higher it went, but he didn’t show it

Well, that was until it dropped

“OH MY FUCKING GOD WE’RE GONNA DIE!!!!” he screamed, and you were sure the entire park heard him

Poor kids down below were horrified by the use of the profanities

Meanwhile, you could barely breathe because you were laughing so much

You couldn’t even see much because Aomine was clung onto you and his big head was all up in your face

Once you finally got off the ride that was Aomine’s hell on Earth, he was completely silent and you just stared at him, waiting for some sort of explanation before you began to tease him

“Hey, remember before the ride, when you said ‘I don’t see why people are so scared’?” you started, grinning wider than ever, “I’m inclined to believe that you see why now; it’s just a hunch though.”

Aomine glared at you as he groaned, “Shut up Y/N.”

You didn’t shut up

You managed to get him to go on a few more of those kinds of rides though, and he still tried to act tough every time

And he’d always end up screaming

And of course, you didn’t fail to bully him over it for the longest time after that

Murasakibara

Whilst he might complain about the excessive walking, he loves attraction parks

Churros, rollercoasters and spending time with you? It was pretty much the ideal way to spend his day

Furthermore, he has the mind of a child so all the rides and attractions sparked this tremendous excitement within him

He definitely prefers the more relaxing rides though because it gives him a chance to unwind and cuddle up next to you

But he also likes the faster rides too, so you didn’t need to do too much convincing to get him on them

He often has to tie his hair up before he goes on them though because it always just ends up getting in his eyes

(And yes he looks extremely hot when he does so)

He’s actually really unbothered by the speed and height of most of the rides

He’s the kind of guy that would try to have a conversation with you during the ride because he’s just not fazed by it at all

“Y/N-chin, it’s quite windy today isn’t it?” he says calmly as everyone around him hollers in terror

So most of the time it was you screaming and clinging onto his arm out of fear

Which he didn’t mind at all; he found it cute

Towards the end of the day, your feet were exhausted so the two of you decided to just sit on a bench and people-watch as you munched on some crepes

And when he took the first bit of that sweet delicacy, he literally could not get any happier than he was in that very moment

Akashi

Okay so, he kinda lacked a proper childhood so going to the attraction park with you would probably be his first time there

So you suggested going on the faster rides first and he didn’t seem to be opposed to it

He didn’t exactly know what to expect though

“They’re just fast moving trains, how fun could they be?”

He would hold your hand the entire time without even realising it out of the nervousness of not knowing what would happen

It was definitely strange to see Akashi Seijuro acting so vulnerable but it was still very precious

However, what was even stranger was to see him begin to holler in excitement during the ride

It took you by surprise because it was so out of character that you could barely even pay attention to the ride

Hearing Akashi’s normal firm and calm voice let out a cheery “Wooooh” was an experience

“Sounded like you really enjoyed that, Sei,” you giggled once the rollercoaster came to a halt

“Yes, it was actually extremely thrilling. Can we go on more rides like that?” he said, eyes full of a child-like excitement

“Of course we can,” you replied, feeling your heart warm up at how happy he seemed to be

And so, the two of you made sure to visit every single ride in the park so that Akashi could get the full experience

He even dragged you along to revisit some of his favourites as well

He was truly grateful that you suggested coming here because it was like he was catching up on an amazing experience he missed out on as a child

After that day, you two made it a priority to visit an attraction park at least once every few months and it became a kind of cute tradition that you always looked forward to

[harrysgloves]

Fine Line (Chapter 9)

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story summary: Since you were kids you and Harry had always walked that fine line of friends or something more. Now, pregnant by someone else, you find yourself staying with your long time best friend after things go sour with your boyfriend of 3 years.

Singlemom!Reader x Harry Styles

chapter summary: You and Harry revisit an old childhood game.

warnings: Language // cuddling // mutual pining but they're both dumb af // no editing

a/n: Apparently, I do still write... amazing right?? Anyway, posting this from mobile so it might be a bit weird formatting and I couldn't post the word count tonight. Sorry about that guys. Hope you enjoy anyways!

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You settled into Harry's couch for yet another night alone. The light from Judd Nelson's match he had managed to ignite with the back of his teeth lit up the television. The 

luminescent bulbs dimly casted tints of blue and white lights across Harry's living room. Your eyes glued to the movie you'd seen a million times before as you curled in tighter into the soft blankets. 

Harry had been busy the last few days and while you tried your best to not bitch about it, you were lonely. Gemma and Abby had their own lives thousands of miles away from you. Jesse had still not answered you back. Your mother couldn't carry on a conversation with you for more than 10 minutes without forgetting who you were. Besides work, you really had no one to hangout with and even your coworkers didn't see you outside the office. 

The only glimmer of a social life you had was your unborn child that you talked to constantly and Mr. Stranger-who-hits-on-people-at-the-doctor's-office. Since your child couldn't talk back to you yet, Matt was quickly becoming your life line to a somewhat normal life. 

Your phone dinged for the millionth time that night. Matt's name flashing across the top of the screen had a smile curling on your lips. Your fingers quickly slid to open your message app.

>Can't wait for nights like these, right?

The message read, a picture of Roman passed out asleep on top of Matt's chest glared from your phone screen.

<<He looks comfortable.

You shot back, your lips rolling into your mouth as you waited for the response. There was nothing wrong with some innocent flirting, right?

>He says he highly recommends you trying it.

You could feel your cheeks heat when your eyes scanned his message. You bit the inside of your cheek as you typed back, quickly deleting your first response to write a different one. 

You were so out of practice when it came to flirting. You had no idea how to even do it. Even when you started dating Jesse he was the one who initiated everything. You didn't know he was hitting on you until your dorm mate at the time told you.

<<Sure he does.

>Swear. Cheeky little thing even said he'd share me being his pillow with you if you come to the park with us on Friday.

You let out a chuckle as you read his response, ready to shoot back a more feisty text when the door to Harry's house was thrown open. A very drunk Harry stumbled through the door. His eyes widened when he saw you sitting on the couch. That lopsided smile on his face as he used his dining room table to balance himself.

"Have a good night?" You asked, your phone and conversation with Matt long forgotten as Harry clammed up. His hand ran through his soft waves of brown curls as he let out a long breath.

"Weren’t supposed to drink but Mitch brought out the bottle and-" 

"Hazza, it's fine. I'm glad you had a good night. You've been busy lately. You probably needed it." You quickly cut him off, not wanting him to feel bad for having a life outside of you.

After all, you were his guest. He didn't need to run his itinerary through you everyday. He had his own things and you had yours.

"Missed yeh so much this week. Sorry 've been busy." He sighed as he tried to take a step down the stairs. His hand quickly pressed to the wall to balance himself.

"You need to go to bed." You mumbled as you stood up from your warm spot on the couch. Your arm instantly under his to help further balance him.

"But I miss yeh and wanna hang out." He whined. His head laid on your shoulder as he pouted.

"We can hangout all day tomorrow, promise." You said when you pushed him lightly back up the stairs. His body clung to yours. His arm around your shoulders.

"But, I wanna hang out now." He huffed like a petulant toddler. His arms stiffened at his side almost made you lose your balance.

"Fine, well hang out now as long as you help me get to your room." You rolled your eyes at him, letting out a huff when he stopped completely in his tracks.

"Promise?"

"Fuck, Haz, yes. Just get walking before I fall." You grumbled as you pulled at his waist. His feet reluctantly slid against the hardwood floors.

"Yeh can't fall right now yeh pregnant."

"I know." You sighed as you pulled him a bit more. Your doctor would have your ass if she knew you were putting this much strain on yourself. His weight was every bit of 5 times the amount you were supposed to lift or carry but it wasn't like he could make it to bed by himself. "Which is why I need you to help me here."

His feet left the ground in much better steps than he had taken before. The words you had spoken seemed to sober him up a bit as you finally pushed the door to his room open. His tall lanky body hit the bed in a second. You sighed as the pressure from your shoulders finally let up.

"Night Haz." You said with your hand on the doorknob, foot halfway out the door when he perked back up enough to turn on his bed to look at you.

"Yeh promised, so get back 'ere." He patted the bed a few times. A signal for you to join him.

"Uh, maybe tomorrow. We shouldn't-" your words were quickly cut off by his hand around your wrist as he brought you closer to the bed.

"Yeh promised, bunny." He smiled up to you that adorable dimple popped out as you nodded your head. 

Well, you did promise.

Your knees hit the plush pillow top. Your body sunk in slightly as you moved across the bed to the top. Your arms around the pillow that smelled of Harry's shampoo and cologne.

That adorable grin never left Harry's face as he watched you crawl into his bed. A shiver ran down his spine but he quickly shook that thought away. You were just his friend. Only his friend. 

He reminded himself of that many times as he mimicked your position on the bed. His head on the pillow, face towards you, both your knees touched each other.

"'Member when it'd storm durin' your sleep overs with Gem and yeh always end up curled up in my bed 'cause y'hate storms and Gem sleeps like a log?" He asked as his hands tightened around the pillow. Your head nodded as a smile crept up on your face. 

"Remember you stealing all the covers." You teased as he rolled his eyes at you.

"Won't steal 'em tonight. Promise." His pinky finger shot in the air, yours immediately wrapped around it, without even a second thought.

The street lights outside his window cast soft white lights into his room. Just enough that you could see the outline of his face, the tip of his nose, the long eyelashes against his cheek every time he blinked. You licked your lips as the silence swallowed you both. 

How much longer could you two keep up the act of being friends? You didn't know the answer to that question. Every time you were close like this to him you could feel your resolve washing away. Especially when his lips parted slightly, his steady breathing sounded like a soft lullaby. You swallowed, your eyes darted down to his chest. 

"Wanna do the thing?" He asked, his voice broke your intense stare on his lips and back to his eyes. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment at the sight of his smirk.

"Seems a bit stupid now." You mumbled as your eyes darted away from him.

How long had you been staring? How long did he notice you staring?

"Well too bad. I wanna do it."

"You're bloody drunk of course you wanna do it." You huffed as you tried to protest against this stupid game you two always played as children. 

"My bed, my rules." He said as the blanket encased both of you. The little amount of light that was being let in from the street lights was completely snuffed out from his duvet. The heavy duty quilt almost made it hard to breath. The air hot and sticky, smelling of whatever alcohol Harry had been drinking that night and his cashmere cologne. Suddenly, you were cursing your 12 year old self for ever coming up with this shit.

"This is dumb, Haz." You sighed.

"'S not dumb. 'S tradition!" His voice raised to a level you hadn't heard before. You could imagine the shocked look on his face, feel it forming on his features through the thick air.

His hand came to rest on the side of your face and yours reluctantly did the same. Your cool fingers touched against his warm skin. The stubble on his jaw tickled the inside of your palm. A sharp breath sucked through his teeth as your fingers traced the curves of his cheek bones. His own hand mimicking the movement, both of you studying each other's face with nothing but touch.

"Ready?" He asked, his voice playful and full of mischief. It almost made you smile, until you remembered how fucking stupid this was.His eyes closed when his hand ran over your lips. Your eyes trained on him for a second to make sure he wouldn’t cheat like he used to when you were kids. Once satisfied with the knowledge he wasn’t going to peek your own eyes slipped close, a long breath exited your lungs as you thought of all the times you did this with him.

It had merely started out as a way for you to touch him without him knowing you wanted to be close to him. Even though he quickly caught on to the fact of why you liked this so much when you were younger, he never protested when you suggested doing it. Of course, now you knew why he didn’t argue with you.

He wanted to be close to you too. 

Your lips formed into a smile as your mouth opened and closed a few times. His fingers lingering over them as they formed words silently. His eyes popped open as he glared at you. The darkness didn’t let you see his expression but your hands could feel his eyebrows pull together. Your lips rolled in your mouth to stop your obnoxious laugh.

“Yeh a brat, know that, love?” He asked a bit irritated but you could feel his facial features softening when you let out another giggle. 

“Couldn’t help it.” You said through your laughs, his cheeks pushed back against your hand that was still pressed there, a smile on his face so big you could feel the dimple there. 

“‘M not a tosser.” He pressed his finger booping the tip of your nose before it dragged down to your cupid’s bow. The tip of his finger lightly traced the outline of your lips. 

“Your turn.” You snapped him out of his silence when your digits went to his plush lips again. The softness of them never failed to surprise you. How did he manage to have such soft lips? 

You could feel your mind slowly slip from how they felt against your fingers to how they’d feel against your own. Imagining what it’d be like to have them on you again after all this time. Wondering if they’d still send that electric shock down your body. Wondering if he still tasted the same, like home. 

You were rudely pulled out of your daydreams when you felt his lips curl and twist. Your mind searched through your vocabulary of his top phrases he always said to you. Your lips pouted, eyebrows furrowed as he silently mouthed the phrase again. The skin of your fingers took in all the information down your arm directly to your mind. A smile you knew he could feel came across your lips. 

“Love you too, Haz.” Your eyes fluttered open right as his hand left your face and went around your waist. Clearly done with visiting your old time game when he threw the blanket from over the top of your heads. The sweet crisp air being sucked into your lungs in deep breaths. 

“Wasn’t so bad.” He said as you nodded your head in agreement, a shrug from your shoulders had him rolling his eyes as he pulled you into his chest. Your head against his pillow when his hand ran small circles over your lower back, the bottom of your shirt bunched up by his hands so he could touch your skin. A sigh of relief left you at the touch you didn’t know you needed, your face buried deep into him. Your own free hand wandered under his shirt. Your skin touching against the smooth planes of his stomach up to his chest. Contentment washed over you as your body relaxed into him. Eyes closing from how good it felt to be close again. 

The soft call of sleep beckoned you to its depth. Your breath slowed as your legs entangled with his. Gently slipping into a deep sleep. Arguably, the best sleep you’d had in years. 

>>>

Harry woke up the next morning with a pounding in his head. A groan left his lips as the sunlight that danced in through his windows blinded him momentarily. His sleep filled eyes blinked at the intrusion. Hand against his face, swearing to himself he’d never ever let Mitch talk him into another night of drinking. The echoes of his friend's voice rang through his head. Promises of a light night was total bullshit. His body ached as he tried to get into a different, more comfortable, position. His arm refused to move as something heavy laid on top of it. His eyes fully snapped open to see you laid out beside him. 

A smile creeping across his mouth as he looked at you. Your soft pouty lips pushed out as you took in deep calming breaths. The sunlight touched the peaks of your hips and breast. Glowing light radiating off your silky bare thighs. He chuckled lowly, knowing your sleep pants had been abandoned some time during the middle of the night. He guessed some things never change.

His fingers ran down your arm, up the shoulder of your sleeve. He just wanted to touch you, feel your skin under his own. He couldn’t help it. He felt like a man being possessed. His own body moving to its own accord. Inching its way in to hold you like he did almost 8 years ago. 

His arm was around you, face inches away from your own. He could see your eyes fluttering back and forth behind your eyelids. Small whimpers came from you as you dreamed. 

Were you dreaming about him?

He sighed, head pressed harder into the pillow. He could have laid here watching you all day. The way your breathing made your chest rise, the way you unknowingly wiggled closer to him when his arm rested over top of you, the way the golden sunlight made you look like a fucking angel in his arms. 

Golden, golden, golden

As I open my eyes

Words formed in his mind as he memorized every inch of your skin. Every valley of your body, every high rise of your curves. His sight eventually landed on your stomach. A small bump was there, not a huge one, definitely one he wouldn't have noticed if he didn't have every part of your body mastered like the back of his hand. He supposed it made sense you'd start showing by now. All the research he'd done late at night said 12 weeks was usually the normal time frame. 

His hand slowly moved above your bump. Hovering there for what felt like hours. He would never admit it to you but he was scared, petrified, this child would somehow drive a wedge between you two. 

Chase you farther away from him when it felt like he'd just gotten you back.

It wasn't that you two weren't close when you didn't live with him, you two definitely were, but with Jesse and others around he never had you to himself. That was all he wanted, your attention. He suddenly felt like a 7 year old begging you for a moment of your time while you mindlessly played barbies for hours with his sister. 

How fucking pathetic, he thought. Was he really going to be jealous of your child having your time? Or was he just jealous that it wasn't also his child?

He knew the answer as soon as his hand hit your stomach. He inhaled a sharp breath in through his teeth. His heart melted as he thought of that little baby that jumped around on the ultrasound machine. A sense of protectiveness he'd never felt before flooded his brain.

He slid gently down the bed. He held his breath as he lifted your shirt. His eyes darted up to make sure he didn't disturb you from your sleep. 

"Good mornin' baby." He mumbled to your stomach, his large hands completely encased the bump.

"Yeh don't know it yet but yeh momma is my best friend so I guess that makes us best friends too." He said lowly, his callused hands moving softly against your skin made you hum in your sleep. Your body shifted slightly to get more comfortable on your back. 

Harry raised to rest on his elbows. His hands still on your stomach muttering soft sweet words to your baby. 

"Gonna teach yeh all kinds 'f things." 

"Gonna 'ave to let yeh listen to my music 'cause yeh mom has some bad taste."

"Gonna 'ave to teach y'football too, 'cause yeh mom's got two left feet."

"Definitely gonna 'ave to teach yeh maths she's really bad at that one. Pretty sure I did all her work fo' her. Got no idea how she passed when I left."

"You know I can hear you, right?" You asked after being insulted for what seemed like an eternity. Your head popping off the pillow to glare at your friend trash talking you to your baby.

"Oi, this is a private conversation." He said with a smirk on his face as his head shot up to you. His eyes sparkling with a glint of humor as you shook your head at him. He let out a sigh as he fell back to the bed. His chin rested on the covers as your hand ran through his hair. 

He'd stay like this with you for as long as you let him. He'd be happily content to let your fingers run through his hair all day if you wanted to. The soft scratching of your nails on his scalp soothing him as his eyes slipped closed.

Yes, he could stay like this forever.

"Wanna get breakfast?" You asked a bit later, his eyes lazily flicked open only to shut again. His arm flung around your waist, pulling you close to him. His nose nuzzled into your side making you giggle that soft sweet sound he loved more than anything else in this world.

"Wanna cuddle." He mumbled into the exposed part of your skin. Your shirt still lifted over your stomach from him talking to the baby.

"Harry…" You said gently. Your hands in his hair paused their movements.

You cherished these types of mornings with him. Locked them in a special place in your heart but you knew deep down you shouldn't be in situations like this with him. It would only make things more confusing for the both of you. You could already feel yourself inching closer and closer to the edge of recklessness with your heart.

At the end of the day you were still you and he was still the great Harry Styles. 

How could you ever live up to the type of person he'd need in his life?

"Jus' a little while longer, yeah?" He said from below you. Not wanting to admit he knew being wrapped up in bed with you was wrong.

He liked Camille. Loved her, maybe, but she'd never compare to you. The love he had for you burned deep, like a forest fire wild out of control. He tried his best to tame it. Remind it that you had no interest in him anymore but it had a life of it's own at this point. Even through countless rejections and long years of yearning for you without reciprocation.

"Yeah, okay." You said, your hands going back to work running through his hair.

Both of you, unknowingly to the other, wondering the same thought as you laid in each other's embrace.

What would happen if you crossed that line?