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[romanarose]

Misunderstanding

Marc Spector x fem!reader

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Summary: When the boys come home early and see boxes all packed and furniture on the street, Marc jumps to the worst option. Clearly, you're leaving him.

Warnings: PIV sex, wall sex, oral f!recieving, manhandling, rough needy smut but loving and passionate, anxiety attack, Marc's self loathing but reader adores him. Calling Marc all kinda of cute nick names.

Immersability: Reader is fem, afab. Reader can be largly supported against the wall by Marc's strong arms <3

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Chaos made Marc anxious.

So, that’s why you decided to do spring cleaning while he and the boys were at work, hoping to get most of it done before the boys returned from work. What threw all your plans out of whack was a chance spotting on facebook marketplace. The prettiest furniture you’ve ever seen in your life was for fucking free. The owners were cleaning out the house from their mom who just passed, and just wanted the furniture to go to someone who’d love it like their mom did. And boy did you love it. The style was French Louis XVI. Fucking beautiful. So, you were making room. 

A lot was going to be given away with permission from your boys, and you’d be doing a lot of reorganizing of Steven’s books. A lot of trash, oh my god so much trash. Marc sure did love take out, even if it drove Jakey crazy. Then your old furniture was hauled out into the street for the garbage on tuesday, or some desperate soul. You hadn’t quite gotten to organizing Steven’s books and papers, but the trash was picked up, floors swept and mopped, and the old furniture was out. You needed to pick up your dream furniture, so you hopped into your car.

Steven was elated he got to go home early. It was only an hour, but that’s an hour more with you!!! You loved extra time with you!! There was a spring in his step, happily humming along to some song on Jake’s playlist on their phone. 

Until he saw it.

‘Aye, ¿que es?’ Jak asked, interrupting Steven’s happy thoughts.

Marc. ‘Is that… our furniture?’ 

“Oh my god…” Steven murmurs, slowing his steps. All their things were on the street.

‘She’s leaving us.’

“Oh, will you calm the hell down.” But Steven was a little nervous. He walks up the apartment stairs, ready to find you and get it all sorted out but… you weren’t there. The place looked so bare, so empty… The pictures on the walls were taken down, all the memories together, clothes were half-sorted in the bedroom and sheets off the bed…

You were gone. You didn’t want them anymore.

Marc took the body, pulling out his phone and calling you multiple times, but you went straight to voicemail.

“She’s done with us” Marc groans, backing against the wall. “I knew it was too good to be true.”

‘Mate, you need to calm down’ Steven tried to assure Marc, but he was nervous too.

Marc slid down the wall, beginning to panic. “Not this again…”

Jake and Steven attempted to tell him there’s another reason, logically.

‘She wouldn't just us… leave us’ Jake insisted. ‘She’s not like that. She’d tell us if there was an issue.’

None of this helped calm Marc, and he mentally checked out, sitting against the wall on the floor staring out the window.

That’s how you found Marc, dissociating and mentally checked out when you got home.

“Marcy Marc? Baby? Are you okay?” You toss your keys onto the counter and approach him, but stop when he suddenly jerks towards you like a scared animal.

Marc looks up, eyes wide and mouth agape as he scrambles to stand up. “Holy shit, you’re here…” He mutters, dashing over to you. “Baby, whatever it is, I swear to god I’ll fix it-” Marc hugs you so tightly it knocks the breath out of you with the force of him, strong arms wrapped tightly around you. Normally, you loved his bear hugs, they made you feel safe and oh-so loved, but right now his actions warned you he was upset. You always knew when your man was in distress, even when he tried to hide it. He wasn’t as slick as he thought he was. “Whatever I did, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry-”

You hug him right back. “Marc, honey, what’s going on? You didn’t do anything wrong.” That you know of, but honestly you couldn’t foresee Marc, Jake or Steven doing anything bad enough for you to be upset about. Only thing would be… Gently, so he knows you aren’t rejecting his affection, you nudge him away so you can look in his eyes. However, you keep hold on his arms. Marc’s love language was physical touch, so you always showed your love to him this way.

“Baby…” You look into his eyes, keeping your tone and facial expressions soft. “Have you heard from Khonshu lately?”

Confusion spreads on Marc’s face, his already large eyes widening. “No! Nonononono is that what this is about? You thought I was with Khonshu again?”

You were confused too. “I didn’t think anything was happening until I came home and you were against the wall. Marc, sweetheart.” You search his face for answers. “Can you just tell me what’s going on? I’m confused.”

He sputters a bit, trying to find the words. “Y-you’re leaving! You’re leaving us…”

You blink at him. “Huh? I’m not leaving you, god Marc, whatever got you this worked up? Sweetie, I’ve never been happier than with you three…”

“The furniture is on the street… Things are packed up… And, and and- the pictures! The pictures, they’re are taken down, our whole life together is off the walls-”

Ah. “Marc…” You realize what happened now. “Oh sweetheart, sweetie pie… I’m not leaving you. I’m doing spring cleaning. Remember, last week we went over what I could give away?”

The recognition slowly starts to spread across his face. “But… the pictures…”

“I took them down to wash the walls.”

“Oh… and the furniture?” It was beginning to click for him. This was all a misunderstanding.

You smile softly. “I found the coolest furniture. Steven will love it.”

He blinked. And again. “So… you don’t hate me?”

Your heart nearly broke at his words. “Oh Marc, no!” You gather him up in your arms again. “My sweet, sweet man I could never!”

You see his lip quiver a bit, but instead of crying Marc crashes his mouth into yours, large hands groping at your body with a fevur, like he couldn't believe you were real, that you were still here, still wanted him.

And he needed you.

“C’mere-” He grunted, gripping your asscheeks and pulling you towards him as he kisses you, mouth claiming yours in desperation.

Instantly you were filled with desire; Marc tended to do that to you. He was so handsome, so kind, so gentle you couldn’t help giving your all to him right away. Marc backed you up against the wall, the hand behind your head preventing you from smacking it against the plaster. He always looked out for you like that. You could feel his hardness as his wide hips ground into you, his plump pressed stomach against yours. You love how he’s softened, still so strong, but the safety of your home and the very idea that he wasn’t on the run and living in storage units… His body felt as safe as his mind did.

Marc’s mouth consumed you, licking into your mouth as his knee rid up between your legs. In loose, thin basketball shorts you felt his thick, manly thighs and sigh and pleasure.

“Marc…” You moan for him, unable to control the sounds of pleasure from escaping your mouth as you work yourself on his body. Hitching a leg up against his side, you cling to Marc for stability as he uses his grip on your ass for leverage, dragging you up and down on him. Marc’s kisses are insatiable, you feel as if he is attempting to breathe you in with heavy pants, kissing your lips and neck. Your face is wet from the open-mouth kisses.

Suddenly, and without warning, just as you are approaching the precipice humping his thigh, Marc pulls away and for a moment you think he got in his own head again, but then you are turned, face pressed against the wall but not painfully. Marc pulls your hips out, bends down to pull down your shorts and fucking picks you up by your pressed together legs to pull the shorts away. If that wasn’t sexy enough, he then kicks apart your ankles forcing your legs open. You aren’t even sure when Marc undid his pants, but before you know it, he is thrusting into your pliant and waiting body.

“M-Marc…” You repeat, his name the only thing on your mind is his name and his cock. Okay and maybe his hand wrapping around your front and snaking up your body. He plays with your grunts, grunting with his breaths hot against your ear and in time to the slamming thrusts of his hips. You brace against the wall, pushing your ass out more to take more of his length inside you.

“Thought I lost you…” He mutters, face tucked into your neck. 

“Never, never Ma- AH!” You cry out when he  squeezes a tit hard, pressing bruises through your shirt. “You-mmmph-you’re stuck with me.”

He pounds your core, rough thrusts mixed with soft kisses. You tilt your head back, desperate for his mouth, his love, his affection yours. He obliges, always knowing what you need and meeting your mouth to sloppily make out with you like horny teenagers. It was needy, it was desperate, it was Marc’s complete and utter relief that he was not going to be left shattered. He filled you over and over and again, the fat tip of his cock pressing up against that beautiful spot inside you. When you came, it was hard, pulsing on his cock again and again and again. Marc wrapped his arm under your middle as your legs began to feel like jell-o. 

“Mine.” He growls, spilling his cum inside you. “Fucking mine. Don’t every fucking scare me like that again.”

You want to tell him you didn’t that he jumped to his own conclusions but you were barely standing when he twirled you around again. Dropping to his knees, Marc looked up at you, large and wet brown eyes gazing at you in adoration. He was beautiful, so fucking beautiful…

“I won’t…” You whisper down to his hopeful face. “I promise. I love you so much.”

With a relieved look on his face, Marc smiles at you and god is it nice to see him smile. “I love you too, baby.” With that, he hitches a leg over his shoulder and dives into your pussy. Between his cum and yours, it’s a mess down there and that’s further evidenced by the absolutely obscene sounds coming from his mouth as he sluuuurped up the evidence of your time together. Marc was eager, eating his own cum out of you while keeping your supported against the wall. You knew he wouldn’t let you fall. His tongue swirled against your clit, making you buck against him so one hand pinned your hips to the wall. He ate like this was his last meal, like his salvation came from your pleasure.

When he sucked on the sensitive nub, you cry out his name and dig your fingers into Marc’s dark curls, keeping him close to you. As if he’d ever leave. You were close again, the whirling swirling feeling deep inside you continuing to build like a twister into a tornado as you chant Marc, Marc, Marc like the repetition of a Rosary. His tongue flicked inside you, one hand keeping you upright against the wall and the other playing with your clit, making you come apart directly into his mouth.

You pull on his hair so hard you worry you’re hurting him but the way Marc shoves his face into you even harder spurs you on. You can hear and feel him moaning into you as he laps up your release, a soft mmmmmm reverbating against your pussy and prolonging it as you ride his face. Your left leg is so tired, so sore, starting to wobble and Marc notices as he finally pulls away. Marc helps you slide down the wall, landing you safely on your bottom.

On his hands and knees, Marc Spector crawls to you, kissing your lips tenderly but you can see his own exhaustion too. Cupping his face in both your hands, you kiss Marc as you lay him down on your naked lap. You’re surprised with how quickly Marc’s full lashes flutter closed, his head resting between the crux of your thigh and stomach.

You play with his hair. He seems so tired, today must’ve taken it out of him. After a whole day of work, coming home to thinking you were gone. You know how anxiety can physically drain you.

“That really scared you, huh?” You say, petting him like a cat. You swear you can hear him pur.

Marc talks soft, sleepy, eyes never opening. “Yeah. Thought I lost you… I can’t do that.”

“I’ll never leave you, sweetie. And I’d certainly never leave like that… But I know how anxiety can be.”

His voice was groggy with sleep, quiet and muttered. “Yeah, it fuck’n sucks.” 

You can’t help but chuckle. “It does, baby, it does. But I’m here, and I ain’t going nowhere. Can’t get rid of me if you tried, Spector.”

He hums constantly, and in another moment, Marc is snoring softly. He’s so cute.

Then, he’s snoring loudly.

Why didn’t Steven and Jake snore? Made no fucking sense.

Sighing, you settle back against the wall and maneuver enough to grab your shorts without waking your sleeping, tuckered out little boyfriend. You pull out your phone, take a few cute pictures (some with flowery or silly snapchat filters) then go play Candy Crush. He needed to rest.

Mostly, because he had a long day and was so so adorable when he was sleeping even if he was loud as all goddamn hell.

But also, you still had several pieces of furniture sitting in your car and there was no way you were going to move all of them yourself.

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[sohnric]

best years – j. haknyeon

pairing: ju haknyeon x fem! reader

genre: early 00s au, established relationship au. fluff !!! sooo fluffy it makes ME feel single. casual engagement i guess ?? tamagotchi mention for all nostalgic girlies <3

warnings: honestly not sure some swearing i'm sure. other than that the reader has hair long enough to play with

word count: 2.5k

a/n: thank you best friend @csenke for beta reading this as always it means a lot to me i love you so bad. also tagging @okkotsu-simp kyuzu bc she told me to and @winterchimez because.. hak fic...

Most things with Haknyeon aren’t planned, grandiose or romantic. Sometimes, you just take a step forward together, holding each other tight, no questions asked. Much like today-- who would've thought that a Tamagotchi toy evolving would lead you to take the biggest step of your life?

this fic is a part of the @deoboyznet 'the love letter collective' event o:) oh and also a spin-off to my 90s au universe! (go read millennium bug and to. my first for 10 years of good luck!)

September 2007

A sweet strawberry is placed in between your lips as you lay on the blanket, the sun shining into your eyes making you squint and shield your vision from the scorching beams. You blindly bite into the juicy fruit, enjoying the freshness of it in your mouth, knowing that this might be the last time you can taste the red miracle this year, since fall is quickly approaching despite the warm days of early September.

Your ears are filled with the noises of the birds chirping in the distance, the occasional buzz of a bug flying by your face, and apart from the sounds of nature, also the occasional humming of your boyfriend’s voice and the tech noises of the toy in between his fingers.

“He finally evolved into an adult!” Haknyeon gasps and places the Tamagotchi into your point of vision, shielding you from the view of the cloudy, blue sky. Eyes falling onto the little device, you snicker at the man and nod, looking up from your position in his lap to meet his gaze.

“Stop gendering our child, Hak.”

“I’m pretty sure that when we named him John, we wordlessly agreed on it being a boy,” your boyfriend’s hand drops, the sharp sun once again piercing your gaze when there is nothing making a shadow fall over your face.

“For all we know, John can be a girl.” 

“Y/N-” the man sighs, the slightest tinge of irritation already in his voice. As if the fact that you were both fully grown adults taking care of a toy for children wasn’t strange enough, now you have to argue about the identity of your little animal.

“It’s an it,” you conclude. “I think we can agree on that, can’t we?”

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes, but doesn’t argue with you further. The view of him crossing his arms at his chest and averting his gaze from you has you burst out into laughter– he was clearly upset about something, and you’re fairly certain that this was not the matter.

“What?” you pry, letting out an airy laugh slip from between your lips.

“You didn’t even acknowledge that it evolved,” he peeps, sighing. “But if you don’t care, it’s okay, you can just go back to what you were doing before, which was nothing–”

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes at the boy, humored with his childishness. Taking his palm into your hand and holding it up in front of your face again, you gaze at the toy in between his fingers and hum in acknowledgement. “It did!” you nod. “Good job. You finally didn’t let it die–”

“Now, that only happened twice–”

“Three times,” you correct him, watching with amusement as your boyfriend sighs again and chews on the inside of his lip, the sight of him from below more entertaining to you than watching the clouds. You know that by the logic of the Solar system, there’s only one sun allowed in this universe– but looking at the sky shielded by your boyfriend’s head, his tan skin glazed in the warm orange hues of the late afternoon, you think he’s the personification of the greatest star itself– for you that is, at least.

“Okay, well, three times. But I’ve got a hold of it now,” he says, nodding to himself. “So that means we can get a real kid now,” he says, face stoic and serious, as if he really meant what just came out of his mouth.

Laughing to yourself, you shake your head in disbelief. “I’m sorry, get what now?” you grin. “I wasn’t aware that I was a part of this deal.”

“You agreed to it, though,” Haknyeon nods, flicking your forehead. “You must have not paid attention again, but we definitely shook hands on it.”

“Wait,” you say, sarcastically humming and brushing your chin, a playful act of being lost deep in thought, “no. I still don’t remember any of that. So as long as you don’t have a written proof with my signature and the date on the bottom, I don’t think we can proceed with this arrangement, Mr Ju. We can, however, settle on getting a dog–”

“So you don’t want children with me?” he asks, looking down at you with big eyes. Thinking that it’s all a part of a joke, you try to play along– going as far as even shaking your head in disapproval.

“Hell no,” you drag out, furrowing your brows in deep unsettlement. “To have a clone of you running around our flat in a few years? That sounds like my worst nightmare,” you hum, snickering to yourself. “Besides, we forgot to buy toilet paper last week. What makes you believe we can take care of another human? Hell, that damn thing died 3 times before it grew into an adult, Hak…” you sigh, the tone of a know-it-all you like to use on him so much whenever you joke around not quite hitting the boy in the right way this time.

“Ah,” he hums, fingers suddenly playing with the strands of your hair sprawled out like the beams of the sun in his lap, his face now shielded with a cloud. Haknyeon chews on the inside of his cheek for a second before a bashful voice reaches your ears, making you look up to meet his eye. “I think it wouldn’t hurt to at least try…”

Noticing the playful sparkle in his eye completely gone, your heart stammers, skipping a beat. Stomach dropping, you jump to rescue. “Wait… you thought I was being serious?” 

Haknyeon shrugs, pouting for a second before a rosy tint flashes over his cheeks. “You sounded convincing…” he says, laughing. “Besides, it’s completely up to you if you wanna have kids or not, I was just a little taken aback–”

“Stop being silly,” you say, shaking your head. “I should stop being sarcastic all the time, it’s doing a lot of damage recently.”

“Like when MB!Y/N thought you were being serious when you told her it was embarrassing to cry on her wedding day?” Haknyeon laughs, remembering the memory from only a few weeks ago.

“Exactly!” you agree. “I still feel bad for that, by the way. Now I know why nobody liked me in high school–”

“That’s not true,” Haknyeon denies. “You keep forgetting the fact that I had the hugest crush on you, Y/N.”

“Well, you were always very subtle about it.”

“I was shy.”

“I think you were just trying to be cool,” you say, poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue, taunting the boy.

“Well, it worked, didn’t it?” he laughs, moving his hand up to your head and cradling it, going as far as gently scratching your scalp. “Back to the topic at hand, though. Do you… Have you ever thought of us having kids together?”

Looking up at the man you’ve been dating for the last 4 years, watching as his face morphs into pure wonder, your heart sores when you stare at his features for long enough– even after all this time. You bet you see a hint of sunlight reflecting in his orbs whenever he pays you a look, and the apples of his cheeks catch a light strawberry color whenever you compliment him still, even after so many years. It’s kind of adorable, really– you two have always been an open book, honest with each other– but neither of you were really big on romantic gestures or big confessions.

You two do everything casually. You don’t tend to make a big deal out of things. Somehow, your relationship naturally progresses through all the crucial stages without paying it a second thought. Sure, you two have been on dates– the title wasn’t established for a long time when you first started going out, though. For you and Haknyeon, you were just two people hanging out and enjoying each other’s company. 

The title of your relationship gained an official name as naturally as the seasons change– after many afternoons spent together doing various things, Haknyeon just asked you if you wanted to be his girlfriend. You agreed, no questions asked. It felt casual– it fit like a puzzle to the dynamic of your energies. You didn’t need big words or gestures. In the mundane reality of your lives, you two always had each other– without taking each other for granted, you both somehow always knew you were a given to each other. Both of you always knew you had the other person to fall back on– your security, your other half. There was no need for big words in a connection like yours. It just felt right. 

And yes, you do talk about everything. Most things, at least. But somehow, the topic of having children together hasn’t really come up seriously until now– only in passing, mentioning it as a matter of course for most relationships. You don’t blame Haknyeon for getting so serious at this moment.

“Yeah,” you say, voice soft and gentle. “Come on, Hak. I imagine spending the rest of my life with you, what makes you think having children isn’t in the equation?” you say, choosing to be serious with him for once. 

“I dunno,” he shrugs. “I mean, you were kinda right about the toilet paper thing, though–”

“I know, I know…” you sigh, “but I bet the oxytocin will get the job done.”

“Look at you using big biology words so suddenly,” Haknyeon jokes, making you roll your eyes and flick his chin.

“Be serious for once!” you laugh out, making the boy grin at your little outburst.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” Haknyeon says, the pad of his thumb suddenly glazing over your cheekbone. The touch is tender, managing to cross the words always somehow left unsaid, yet always somehow understood– your brains and hearts on the same wavelength, buzzing at the same frequency– before your boyfriend casually drags out: “That’s good to hear, babe, ‘cause we’d make the prettiest babies. Would be a shame to let the good genes go to waste.”

“Tell me that,” you confidentially whisper. “They’d be mega smart too. They’d get that after me, obviously–”

“Hey!”

“I’m joking, I’m joking,” you laugh, shielding yourself from the hands of your boyfriend already reaching to give you a playful flick to your forehead again. “I do think we should wait a while before having children, though.”

“Not that I don’t agree with you, but why?” 

Hands blindly reaching for another strawberry to chew on, you watch your boyfriend easily pluck the fruit out of the basket and hold it up against your lips, helping you with your task. Thinking over your answer, picking out your words carefully, you chew and stare at the boy as he helps himself to a strawberry himself, the two of you gazing at each other in a fond silence.

“I think we skipped a few steps. We live together already, so that’s a start, but I’d like to get married before having kids,” you shrug, licking your lips off the watery sweetness, watching your boyfriend take in the new information.

Haknyeon hums, nodding to himself. “Makes sense,” he admits. “And when do you see us doing that?” he asks, genuine interest coating his saccharine voice.

“Not really sure,” you admit, snickering. “I haven’t thought about it much until now.”

“Hm,” Haknyeon hums in thought, the two of you staring at each other, chewing on your strawberries. There isn’t much contemplating behind your boyfriend’s words before he says them, but nonetheless, it doesn’t even catch you off guard– much like not many things do in your relationship. Somehow, you’re always perfectly synced. “Now seems like a good time, doesn’t it?”

“I mean… it doesn’t seem like a bad time, that’s for sure,” you shrug.

“We’ve been dating for a long time,” Haknyeon says, as if to further strengthen his argument. “Hell, I can’t believe Eric managed to get married before me.”

“Are you only saying this because your younger friend got married last month?”

“No,” Haknyeon says, although he sounds a little unconvincing. “But it certainly was a wake up call, in a way.”

“A wake up call?” you repeat, big eyes staring into your boyfriend’s soul.

“Yeah,” he agrees, “kinda realized when I didn’t see you catch the bouquet. A part of me was secretly hoping you would.”

“Stop being cheesy, Hak. That’s not like you,” you say, although there is something sweet, thick like honey, swirling in your stomach at his unusually rich wording. The male laughs in your face, enjoying the way he has you flustered with his confession.

“Would you do it, though?” he asks, grinning.

“What? Marry you?” you ask, raising your brows at him. “As in… right now?” you clarify, watching as the male purses his lips at you, seemingly thinking about it for a heartbeat.

“I mean, not right now, because we’d have to arrange the wedding and all, but yeah. Like, as soon as we can, is what I mean,” he says, dragging a stray hair out of your forehead.

Staring at him for a second, contemplating your next words, you feel your heart squeezing with something akin to excitement, your fingertips tingling with the reality upon you. “Ju Haknyeon… is this you asking me to marry you?”

“Yeah,” Haknyeon nods, shrugging. The whole situation is absurd– no one is down on their knee, no ring is present, no big events or confessions are taking place. Yet, the moment still feels perfect– it flows naturally into the trajectory of your life, makes total sense in the grand scheme of your relationship, happens unexpectedly, but doesn’t quite shock you in the tiniest way. It’s just another afternoon for the both of you– doesn’t matter that you’re taking perhaps the biggest decision of your whole life.

You don’t contemplate for even a second.

“Okay,” you say, watching the boy’s eyes light up.

“Okay,” he repeats, nodding. “Let’s do it, then.”

“Let’s do it,” you say, watching the boy beam down at you just like the sun, something in the air changing, yet, the two of you still stay the same.

Haknyeon takes your hand into his, opening your fist before he slips the keyring off the Tamagotchi onto your ring finger like it’s a promise, pressing the toy into the palm of your hand and making you hold it tight. His hand stays on yours when he leans down, lips crashing against yours, offering you all his love in the simple action. He tastes like strawberries and the past 4 years of joy. 

Faces close to each other when you pull away, Haknyeon talks confidentially into your ear. “We can go ring shopping tomorrow.”

“You better buy me a very expensive one–” you joke, cut off by your own laughter as the male gently bites into the tip of your nose, teasing you and making you frown, pushing him away with gentle force against his chest, right where his heart is.

Most things with Haknyeon aren’t planned, grandiose or romantic. Sometimes, you just take a step forward together, holding each other tight. You love each other in a casual way– the same way you know that when you wake up, there will be sun, and when you go to sleep at night, there will always be stars– you know that as long as you're alive, you and Haknyeon will always have each other. That’s the calm way in which you two love.

[its-the-sa]

Different anon. God just boiling down the slugcats to 'animals' angers me in a way I didn't think I could be angry. Yes, they are animals, but by all means they are cognitive and understand complex emotions, communicate with a supposedly complex language, are able to be taught to do things. Why else would the iterators use them as messengers constantly? It's not like they're messenger pigeons where it's just going from point A to point B, they understand exact instructions. If this was just some random animal, making groans and grunts, they wouldn't be able to understand what Five Pebbles even meant when he was explaining how to ascend. Even with the mark, could you imagine if he told a lizard this? Artificer, arguably, is a prime example of this. Just an animal would get over their fallen children, sure they'd grieve but in the end they'd just make more. Arti not only is so enraged by their death, that she is physically incapable of ascension, but also swears vengeance upon a whole other species. This isn't just some animal who lost her children, this is a mother who is enraged at her children's murder. Sure, they aren't on the same level as humans are. Like obviously. But I'd argue it makes sense that a scavenger and a slugcat could fall down the path of enemies to lovers. Especially when you consider the fact that death isn't permanent in Rain World's universe. That would definitely change one's perspective on it. I dunno if I make sense, I'm juggling like three things at once, but I had to say what I needed to say. Wording bad, slugcat smort.

tbh it took me a minute to figure out what this was even referring to, because honestly I don't think that anon meant to use the word 'animal' to dehumanize arti in the first place. it sounded to me like they were just using it as a non-human equivalent for 'person', like "why would anyone fall for a person who committed hate crimes against them?" which is a valid question. it never even occurred to me that they could have meant it in the sense of calling her an inferior creature.

that said... you ARE 100% right and you should say it, lmao.

I very nearly got into this exact argument once, bc i saw some comments from a guy scoffing at the idea of arti showing mercy to baby scavs. because by his logic, 'she is just an animal, so she isn't bound by human morality. in the wild, animals kill any young that don't belong to them without hesitation'. and it just pissed me off so much, because not only was it such an edgy "mercy is for the WEAK!" alpha-male bullshit take, it was also just factually wrong. many animals can and do adopt the young of other animals, even other species, especially when they've just lost their own. and like you said, they can grieve, but then they move on. they keep surviving, and making more babies. they don't dwell on injustice, or let rage consume them to the point that it becomes a hindrance to their own survival. they don't go on single-minded revenge quests. they dont try to justify their own violence by demonizing entire species, and they dont end up plagued by guilt in their sleep. those are very, very human things.

and yeah, i see a lot of people theorize that it's the mark of communication that grants the slugcats higher intelligence, but I don't really buy that either. i think the mark just lets them understand the iterator's language. they must've already had the capacity to understand it, or else it wouldn't work at all. it'd be like trying to install windows on a calculator. also, even without the mark, slugcats are obviously shown to communicate with each other. they have their own culture, they tell stories and make art, and they're apparently able to understand karma and the nature of the cycle at least enough to be able to ascend. so like... any creature thats capable of spiritual enlightenment must at least be sapient, right??

it seems like in the absence of the ancients, both slugcats and scavs are beginning to move in to their niche in the ecosystem

[storiesbyrhi]

Witch!Reader x Bat/Vampire!Eddie Munson Series Masterlist The Grimoire The Timeline

Warnings: canon typical violence, horror genre typical violence, swearing, animal death, no beta, warnings updated each chapter.

Synopsis: No witch has stepped foot in Hawkins since 1845, but when Vecna opens the ground and poisons the town, a voice begins to call to you. Have you been brought back to this cursed place to heal the townspeople’s wounds, to save a hexed bat that always finds its way to you, or to redefine your history with a reunion 150 years in the making?

Chapter Summary: An ye harm none, do what ye will. 3371 words.

Author's Note: In 1986, we pick up where we left off.

1836

“I know you’re there,” you stated, not stopping from where you were cleansing crystals by moonlight.

The stream ran clear, the surface of the water a mirror. His arrival was reflected and further announced by the wildlife’s silence. He emerged from the darkness, cautious but sure he had the upper hand. He thought you would move so your back wasn’t to him. Yet, you remained on your knees by the stream.

If he was completely honest, your lack of fear was refreshing.

“Did you keep me a secret, little witch?” he asked. “Or is there a grand plan I am falling victim to?”

Instead of answering his question, you said, “My name is Amabel.” You looked over your shoulder at him. “Using my name won’t trap you,”

“Maybe not. Why should I use a name that you’ll throw away?”

“Why do you care if I throw it away?”

His blank expression broke as a smirk curled along his lips. He walked towards you with the grace of a cat, quickly coming to sit beside you on the stream’s bank.

“Why haven’t you told them?” he questioned.

Even if you had wanted to, you couldn’t answer the question. There was no logical reason why you hadn’t told the coven about him. In fact, you were breaking witch law by not disclosing. More than that, you were putting the lives of all who lived on the flatlands at risk.

“What are you doing here?” you deflected.

“Are we to leave all questions unanswered?” He sounded amused.

For a moment, you focused on your task. He watched as you cleansed quartz, howlite, opal, and topaz. Your lips moved quickly, silently, as you uttered words he couldn’t understand. He’d never been so close to a witch. He wondered if he or you were older. Who would win if a battle broke out?  

When your crystals were gently placed in a basket, cloth covering them, you looked back to him. “Do you have a name?”

“I have many,”

“And which, lonely vampire, shall I call you by?”

He thought of what his name would sound like, falling from your lips like a hymn. The vampire was afraid of what that would do to him. “Enjoy your rocks,” he teased, while committing the sight of you bathed in moonlight to memory.

You watched him turn and walk away for as long as he’d let you, before he blinked out of sight. 

…

1986

Witches have never traversed the sky upon the humble broom. Likewise, vampires have never possessed the ability to transform into a bat. It was all fictitious superstition and generational mythology. If the man you were helping was indeed a vampire, it still didn’t mean he was meant to take the bat form. It did, however, begin to explain how the form came to be.

Kelsey had been right. A hex had been passed down on him. If he was a vampire, it reasoned he was cursed before the species had been erased from the face of the earth… Before the witches had figured out how to kill a vampire. Prior to that, a vampire could be rendered innocuous by being transformed into something benign. A common big brown bat, for example.

You were left with two choices.

Option one was to wait until the vampire reverted back to the bat, then leave him that way. Trust in the witch who cast the hex. Trust that witch law had been just and righteous.

Option two was to kill the thing. You knew he would find his way back to you, seeking help again. While he was small, just a forest-dwelling creature, you could kill him the way you used to kill vampires. Be done with it all.

Sitting on the couch inside your trailer, you began to smell the end goal of Michelle’s animal corpse hunt. She set the pile on fire, plunging Forest Hills into a cloud of death. The smell was too familiar, and you quickly started taping up windows and doors to try to block the smoke out.

While you worked, a third option kept tiptoeing into your head, coming from shadows behind memories. Option three was to help the vampire return and remain in his true form.

Out of your thoughts, nothing was keeping the smell of burning animals from your home.

The perfume of death and ash. The sound of organs and body parts expanding in the heat then popping. The sight of skin melting away from muscle, and muscle cooking onto bone. It was tumbling out of recollections you’d long since buried.

You crawled under the covers of your bed, curled up, and rocked yourself in an attempt to self-soothe. The scent. The panic.

Your life, a witch’s life, was not all rosemary and sage and love spells. You’d witnessed worse than the stories of the Four Horsemen. Worse than Dante’s Inferno and manmade chemical genocide. Worse than Vecna.

The bat was the most calming thing you could think about in the moment. How when he was a bat, he was actually cute, with his fluffy little puff of a body and teeny tiny nose. When he wasn’t a bat, he was beautiful too. Although, you figured it was bad luck to think of a vampire as beautiful. You couldn’t help it.

He was ethereal, porcelain skin a perfect canvas for his ink black eyes and the scars that ripped across his skin. The scars meant he’d been to battle against witches at least once in his life. Vampires could heal from anything but the craft. His hair was the same colour as his bat fur, a deep shade of brown, like sweet soil from the earth or Aztec cocoa beans.

Did he know he was a vampire, you wondered. He’d been satisfying his innate need for blood by draining trailer park animals, but he hadn’t drunk from a human. Not yet, at least. Maybe he was a psychological blank slate. Maybe it would be kind and merciful to give him a chance at redemption.

The smell eased as you made a decision.

Option three was not a silly little dare your mind was whispering to you. It was the only way forward that honoured your oath. Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill: An ye harm none, do what ye will.

Until you’d proven the vampire to be deserving of hex or death, you would aim for healing, the craft in which you were most adept.

…

When you emerged from under the covers, all that was left in the air was a lingering aroma of ash and barbeque. You felt a little nauseous but pulled yourself together enough to pick up the phone.

“How do you undo a curse?”

Kelsey barked one loud clap of laughter. “So, your spell sucked?”

“Ah…” The man and his dark eyes. Spilled water. The burrow under your trailer. “Yeah, it didn’t work… But I used a truth mirror, saw that he’s in there,”

“He? The bat is for sure a man?”

“Yeah.” It didn’t feel good to lie to Kelsey, but if she knew he was a vampire, if anyone did, being exiled as punishment would be considered clemency.

“Dude… You’re in so deep. You see that, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“If your healing spell even kind of worked, then it means it was definitely a witch who cursed him. This isn’t Romani craft, or a rogue warlock, or fae mischief. It’s your magic. Your lineage. The oath you took. And you want to undo it,”

“What if it was a dark witch,” you tried. The silence on the other end was telling. “It’s not like there hasn’t ever been a witch who-”

“I know. We all know about the dark witches. They’re infamous though. Your little bat friend would probably be in the history books too, you know?”

“I’m being careful, Kels,”

“What, you drew one devil’s trap?”

Damn. “Uh, no. I have-”

“A circle of salt? Some little charms?”

“Why are you being so mean?” you whined.

“Because I don’t want you to unchain the fucking Anti-Christ or some shit,”  

“Wouldn’t that be in the history books?”

“Not if anyone had half a brain… Seriously. You need to be more careful than that,”

“I am. I will be careful. I promise… Please? Kels?”

Kelsey groaned dramatically, the sound morphing into a small roar. “Fine! Fuck. But I changed my mind about coming to Hawkins. I don’t think I can handle-”

“No, that’s fine! Totally fine!” You’d forgotten that she’d offered a visit last phone call. You absolutely did not need her to see what you were up to. A second witch in Hawkins would likely cause more of a stir, bringing unwanted attention as well. “Just tell me what you know.”

…

As anticipated, the bat returned to you. When you let him in, he swooped the length of the trailer then came to hover in front of you.

“Hi,” you whispered to him. Holding a hand up, you invited him to land. He did, nuzzling into your palm. “Do you know what you are, when you’re like this? Or do you lose that sense? You just remember this safe place, with me?”

The bat chittered a reply, making you smile.

“You’re adorable, you know that?”

For what the bat knew, you could help. The awareness he’d woken up to was not freeing. There was no liberation. Instead, it was a cold and bitter loneliness. And while briefly finding his true form was an even more excruciating experience, he yearned for it.

You took the bat to the kitchen, letting him climb from your hand onto the counter top. Sitting at the bench on a bar stool, you looked at him carefully.

“Are you listened to me? Do you understand me?” There was no objective way of knowing, so you had to trust that he could. “I’m going to try to help you. But we need to talk first, so we’re going to do the healing spell one last time, okay?” You weren’t sure why you paused for an answer. “You can’t run. I don’t know if you’re consciously connected to the other guy, but if you are, you have to stay with me.”

The third showing of the burning yarrow spell ran smoothly.

“So shall it be.

So shall it be.

So shall it be.”

He appeared in the devil’s trap, then looked up at you. More prepared than previously, you offered a throw blanket to him. The man took it and laid it over himself, not moving off the ground. Holding your hands out in front of you in surrender, you slowly lowered yourself to the floor and sat cross-legged in front of him.

“Do you understand me?” you asked, voice a whisper.

The man nodded awkwardly, as if it were the first time he’d ever tried the action.

You smiled, your entire face lighting up. The man blinked hard, feeling something inside him stir.

“I promise, you’re safe here. If you run now, we have to do this all again, and I’m fresh out of hawthorn.”

Maybe you should have planned for what you’d say to him, because it took a couple of beats of silence and staring at each other for you to speak again.

“Do you know where you are?”

He shook his head. No.

“Do you know who you are?”

No.

“Do you know what you are?”

No.

“Can you speak?”

He opened his mouth, tried to push a word out. His throat was dry, scratchy.

“Okay… Maybe you need… food…” You theorised the stronger he was, the easier speech and thought would come to him. The risk of offering yourself up as a snack was far too great. The idea of catching an animal to condemn to death hurt you to your core. What was the alternative?

You sighed, looking away from the man. The vampire.

You couldn’t condemn a life to death, but there were plenty already doomed fates in Hawkins. Standing up, you grabbed your bag.

“Wait here. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

He listened to you lock the trailer’s front door and get into your car. The tires crunched over the gravel before smoothing out onto the main road.

He stayed on the floor for as long as his patience would allow, before finding his feet. He began to look at all the things in your trailer. You hadn’t occupied it long enough to have it filled with knick-knacks and trinkets, but there was enough evidence of you for him to consider.

In the bathroom, he picked up bottles and your hair brush to smell. Everything was so foreign to him. He knew he was alien to a time and place like this.

Your scent was strongest in the bedroom. He followed it into the space, crawling along your sheets until he hit pillow. The softness felt wrong. It made his skin prickle. Still, he curled up on the bed, resolute to remain there until you returned to him.

…

1836

It was the vampire that spoke first the third time you crossed paths. “You have ventured quite far from the settlement, little witch,” he observed, jumping from a tree bough to fall in line next to you.

“And you have ventured quite early in the evening. I can still see the burn of the sun on the horizon. Is it not too warm for you?” you queried.

He smiled. “Your concern is heartening, but I’m in fine health.”

You looked at him, lost yourself in his gaze for a moment before tearing your eyes away and back to the path you were cutting through the woods to the grassy prairie beyond.

He followed you, weaving his own track around you as he disappeared behind trees and brush, only to return with flowers and berries. You took them without question, collecting them in the basket meant for the task at hand, which certainly wasn’t collecting vampire gifts.

When the clearing opened up, you spotted what you’d come for immediately. The green milkweed was growing in abundance. Happily, you began to harvest seed pods from them.

The vampire silently appeared; the long grass entirely mute of his arrival. “What does a witch do with this?” he asked as he inspected the plant for himself.

“Guess,” you challenged.

“Hmmm… Do you grind it up and blow it at a full moon to cure lovesickness? Or can you brew it down to an oil, douse a doll, and curse a soul?”

You laughed, hearty and loud. The vampire smiled from ear to ear.

“No. There is silk on the inside of these,” you told him, holding up one of the seed pods. “It is fine but strong, if you know how to weave it. The humans cannot, but… the craft can,”

“What do you do with the silk?”

“Now that’s a secret,” you whispered, ducking your head and looking at him conspiratorially.

The vampire smirked and nodded, then walked away from you. He stayed in the field and watched you work. When a mother doe and her fawn wandered close, he saw how you steered them away from the milkweed, offering them grass and some of the flowers he had given you.

He’d been still, leaning against a rocky outcrop. If he moved, the deer would sense him and bolt immediately. A few more minutes with the creatures you innately loved, then. You let them feed from your hand and the intimacy of the gesture unsettled the vampire. To stave off the jealousy, he stood tall, letting the deer run in fear. You shot him a look.

“You gave them my flowers,” he offered in explanation.

“Did you not give them to me unconditionally?”

“Unconditionally?” he repeated.

It made you sad, the expression on his face. “I suppose there is not a great deal of unconditional good in your world, is there?”

He squirmed at the insight, stalking away into the afternoon’s growing shadows. “Safe travels home, little witch. Beware. These woods are filled with monsters.”

…

1986

Magic wasn’t meant to be used for mischief or strife or trickery. Sometimes, though, trickery was the best way to avoid chaos. Hawkins Kennels were doing their best to look after stray dogs injured in the ‘earthquakes,’ and to home animals that had lost their owners. Their best was not enough; nobody noticed an old ridgeback go missing.

The dog was sedated, scheduled for humane euthanasia the next morning. He’d been found under earthquake rubble, and deemed too old to go through surgery and rehabilitation. It was the most ethical solution you could think of.

The ridgeback stayed unconscious during the drive back to Forest Hills. You carried his deadweight into the trailer under the cloak of darkness.

When you put the dog on the couch and covered him with a blanket, guilt stabbed through you like a knife. Your nose burned and tears formed. It was against your nature to bring an animal to slaughter.

Standing up, you glanced around, fearful the man had once again left. You felt him though. He was close by. Walking through to your bedroom, you softened at the sight of him curled up.

Still naked, his eyes were wide open, unblinking. Upon first look, it would be easy to say his stare was emotionless. As you watched him though, you realised the blackness was not one void of emotion, but rather the sum of all of them, of all the colours on the spectrum.

“Hey,” you greeted softly, crouching down next to the bed. “Are you… okay?”

His gaze flicked to you in a second, his eyebrows knitting together. You didn’t know what that meant, so you slid your hand across the sheets and held it out to him. He looked at your palm, made some sort of calculation, and looked back at you. Withdrawing your hand, you stood up.

“Come with me?”

Following you out to the lounge room, he stood next to you looking at the dying dog and listening to his laboured breathing. 

“I… I don’t know if I should be doing this.”

The vampire listened intently but didn’t take his eyes off the dog.

“There’s this thing inside me telling me that I’m… I don’t know, heading in the right direction? But this feels wrong. And I don’t know if the ends justify the means.”

You looked at the thing beside you. Man. Vampire. Something in between. To be saved. To be saved from. Hunted. Hunter.

“You have to promise me that you won’t hurt him. It can’t be…” Years and years of vampire carnage flashed in your mind. “It needs to be peaceful. If it’s not, I will let you turn back into the bat and I will hex you myself. Do you understand?”

He nodded, his curls bouncing with the movement. His expression was neutral as he walked across the room and knelt in front of the couch.

For a moment, you felt the flicker of panic, but you remained glued to the spot. Censorship was a kindness you’d not allow yourself. You would bare witness to what you had done.

The man ran a hand down the dog’s back before pulling him off the couch and into his lap. It wasn’t tender, but nor was it careless. He nuzzled his head into the dog, then opened his mouth wide. His off-white teeth were deadly sharp, and when they pierced the dog’s jugular, you expected some sort of reaction. The dog did not stir as his blood was drained from him.

Had vampires possessed the ability to bring death serenely all along? Had you only met those hellbent on fear and pain?

It was over unnaturally quick. The man returned the dog to the couch, wrapped the body in the throw blanket, then stood. He looked over at you, his cheeks tinged with the slightest colour and his lips stained red. There had not been a single drop of blood wasted.

As you were about to collect the body, find a final resting place for the dog, the vampire took a step towards you. You froze.

His lips parted. “Thank you,” he said, voice deep and unwavering.

End Note: The timeline and Grimoire have been updated. As always, I would love to hear your thoughts and feelings!

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[levithestripper]

Kiss Me Through the Phone

masterlist

warnings: fem reader, phone sex (day 21), set before the war, name-calling, mutual masturbation, voice kink, breeding kink, mentions of f! receiving oral sex, come eating, praise kink.

relationship: tom bennett/reader.

characters: tom bennett, reader.

length: 1.4k || read on ao3

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summary: you and your family are in italy, having finally saved enough money to take a dream vacation. that leaves tom home alone, with nothing to do but miss you. but late-night phone calls help to starve off that loneliness you both feel.

a/n: i finished world on fire yesterday and i went absolutely feral for tom and gregorsz. gif credit goes to the wonderful @ewansmitchells!!

“I miss you, love,” Tom sighs into the phone, arm draped over his forehead as he lays in bed. Typically when he has the house to himself like this, you’ll be knocking at his door, but you’re on vacation with your family in Italy, leaving him all alone. “My bed misses you too.”

You could practically hear the shit-eating smirk spreading across Tom’s face. “Tom!” you giggle, twirling the telephone cord around your fingers. “I’ll be back before you know it, darling.” The base of the phone sat on the nightstand, letting you lay back onto your pillow, your hair sprawling out above you.

“Seems like you’ve been gone forever yet; it’s only been a week,” he chuckles, his arm moving from his face to rest behind his head. “Already miss how you look when you’re on top a me.” Tom’s Mancunian accent thickened with his words. He hears you rustle through the phone’s receiver, only serving to fan the flames of his ego. “Did I strike a cord there, sweetheart?”

You drag the base of the telephone down onto the bed with you as an involuntary whine escapes your lips. “Tommy, no fair!” you grumble, hugging the stuffed bear he bought you for your birthday last year. You own a few stuffed animals, but the bear has a permanent home in between the pillows on your bed.

Tom snickers, clearly proud of himself. “No fair, love? Sure sounds fair to me.” He slides out of his trousers, palming himself through the fabric of his boxers. “Don’t you like the thought of it, hun? Sitting on my face, cumming all over my chin like the good girl I know you are.” Tom groans into the phone, pulling his half-hard cock out from the confines of his underwear. “God, I can’t wait to taste you again once you come home. Your pretty pussy always tastes so fuckin’ good.”

The first time Tom went down on you, you swear to God that you saw heaven when you came. He must be blessed with a magic tongue; it’s the only logical explanation. He had you laying on your back with his face between your legs, nose buried in your slick folds. His pupils were blown wide, the ring of his blue irises barely visible. Tom’s muscled hands were clamped around your thighs, keeping you in place and preventing you from squirming away.

Another whine slips past your lips, dragging you from your thoughts. Your thighs press together, attempting to alleviate the arousal growing between your legs. “Tommy, baby,” you groan, your free hand moving to press against your mound. “You can’t just say stuff like that when you’re not here to deal with the consequences!” You rub yourself through the dampened fabric, legs shaking.

“Aww,” he chuckles, “you really think that’s gonna stop me?” Tom strokes himself slowly, stopping to spit on his palm before continuing. “You really think that’s gonna stop me from tellin’ you how badly I want you?” His legs spread apart, one knee up for comfort. “Why don’t you tell me what you’re wearing, love.” The phone rests between his head and shoulder, leaving a hand free.

Tom’s words shot electricity down your spine and straight towards your cunt, leaving you tingling and somehow wetter than before. There’s a prominent stain on the crotch of your panties now, and you can only imagine the filthy things Tom would say to you if he saw. “I’m wearing the nightgown you bought me.” He must’ve saved up for months to buy it for you. It’s made of soft silk and goldenrod in color, accenting your features beautifully. The first night you wore it for him is perpetually seared into Tom’s memory. Tom had to apologize to the neighbors the following morning.

You heard him moan through the receiver, the sound causing your clit to throb achingly. “You know I love that one, sweetheart. You wear that just for me, pretty girl?” You nod as if Tom could see you. Your slim fingers slip past your panties, rubbing quick, small circles against your dripping folds.

“Mhm—” a moan cuts you off, but you can’t tell whether it’s yours or Tom’s. “Know how much you like it, baby. I miss you so much.” Small whimpers escape your lips, giving away just how desperate you are for him.

“Mmh, fuck, my love,” he groans, his hand speeding up. His wrist twists when it reaches the tip, effortlessly pulling another moan from him. His thumb rubs circles against the sweet spot right underneath the crown, occasionally teasing the vein that ran along next to it. “Wish this was your hand instead. Your hand feels good when it’s wrapped around my cock.” Tom shifts to lay slightly on his side, making it easier to hold the phone up to his ear. “Are you touching yourself, baby? Fucking yourself to the sound of my voice?” he asks, accent thickening again.

Pleasure courses through you, your index and middle fingers sliding inside your tight cunt. “I am—I am, Tommy, baby! Your voice sounds so good,” you choke out a sob as your thighs begin to shake. The pads of your fingers press against your gummy walls, eagerly looking for the spot that drives you mad. “Tom—Tommy, please!” you sob as your fingers find your sweet spot. “Need you to fuck me; I need your thick cock, your fingers, all of you!” Slick gushes out around your hand, staining the bedsheets with your arousal.

Tom mumbles curses through his teeth, jaw clenching tightly shut. His hand moves at an inhuman speed, precum dripping down his shaft to pool around his balls. “I’m gonna fuck your cunt nice ’n full when you get back. Leave you stuffed and dripping when we’re done.” His eyes roll back halfway, teeth gnawing at his thin bottom lip. “Fuck, sweetheart, are you close?” His stomach rolls as an overwhelming amount of pleasure washes over him, his voice sounding just as debauched as yours.

“Want that s’bad—s’badly, oh my God, honey; want you to fuck me full’a your cum,” your voice cracks and warbles as your orgasm comes closer and closer to taking over. “I’m close, I’m so close! Wanna cum ’round your cock, baby.” Your thumb comes up to press against your swollen clit, electrifying, overwhelming lust shooting through every nerve in your body.

Tom fucked into his fist, his thumb brushing against the tip with every thrust. “I’m close too, love; let’s cum together, yeah?”

You nod, forgetting that he couldn’t see you. “Mmh gonna cum, To—Tommy!” Your voice drawls out his name, mouth failing to remember English as your orgasm finally crashes into you. Your thighs shook, and your back arched as your fingers fucked you through it.

Hearing you orgasm pushes Tom over the edge, hips stuttering as he cums into his spit-slickened fist. “Shit, shit, sweetheart—that’s it, fuck,” he sputters, beads of thick spunk rolling down his knuckles. “You sound so beautiful when you cum for me, baby.” His chest heaves from his heavy breathing, mimicking your own out-of-breath panting. “How do you feel, love? You still with me?”

“Mhmm, I’m still here,” you sigh, floating in your pleasant post-orgasm haze. “That was s’much fun, baby.” Your digits pull out slowly to prevent overstimulation, the pads wrinkly and dripping with your cum.

He hums in agreement, sucking his cum off of his fingers. “Good, good. Now, can you do one more thing for me, love?”

“Mmhm.”

“Suck your cum off your fingers for me, sweetheart. Can’t let something so good go to waste, can we?” You noisily lick your hand clean, ensuring Tom heard it. “That’s my good girl, yeah?”

You nod again, a smile spreading across your face. “Your good girl.” Rolling over on your side, you switch your phone to the other ear, yawning. “I love you, Tommy. Call you again tomorrow?”

He yawns after you do, finding your exhaustion contagious. He rolls over on his side fully now, pulling his comforter up to his chin. “Call you again tomorrow,” he agrees. “I love you too, honey.” You were asleep by the time he said it back, but you loved it regardless.

Tom didn’t hang up the phone, desiring to fall asleep to the sweet sound of your steady breathing. When he closes his eyes, he pretends that you’re sleeping next to him, your head resting on his chest, arms around his stomach. He loves the silent, comfortable silence after intimate moments such as this, giving him the chance to daydream about his future life with you.

taglist: @ban-canram, @its-deputy-caleb

[heartfullofleeches]

Gumi Pop

Yan Candy Twins + G.N Reader

[Vaguely implied cannibalism, but they aren't human so it's up to interpretation]

"Cherry orrrrr blue raspberry? Neither really match with what I'm wearing, but they're pretty popular and I live to impress."

The soil is nice this time of year.

"Oh, oh! What about grape?... Mm, nah - Dunno if they changed the recipe, but the flavouring tastes like cough syrup now."

Moist and wet - the perfect place to hide... Let the worms and other nature forces find use for this sticky shell.

"Lemon is good.. but it feels too formal for a first date."

How could there be another place for him? How could you possibly love them after all he's done?

"Strawberry is another fan favorite as well as mine. Dress for the job you want as they say.... Gigi, I swear if you're doing that self deprecating monologue shit again I won't let you pick their locks like we planned."

The man immediately dries his eyes - a red smear ran across his translucent cheek as his sleeve covers his face. "Sorry, Lollie. It's just....we we've gotten so close to meeting them and I messed things up with my... accident."

Hopping off the roof of the car they arrived in, the woman pulls her brother into a hug - relieving him of the shovel in his hands. "Don't sweat it. Mistakes happen, and as soon as Y/n gets a taste of us it'll all be a thing of the past."

Giggling to herself, she pinches his cheek and plants the tool in the fresh mound of dirt - dumping the disturbed earth over the frozen face below. The pile lands center to his chest, soil and small pebbles filing the three, cylindrical holes punched right below his ribs. They'd be the first to claim his death was accidental. Readying a gift for the one they admired most in the human world, twins stopped by a convenience store a block away from your home to pick up the remaining products on their list. There really was no simple way to ease you into the idea of two sentient beings made of candy stalking you for years to learn the ins and outs of human society and falling madly in love with you along the way - but a gift basket was a start.

While Lolotte was gathering butcher knives and cards, her dear brother was in the back making himself presentable for the big meet. Unlike his siblings glossy shine and hard shell, poor Gumi was completely see through from a certain angle all the way down to his sugary skeleton. He was fortunate enough to not have any organs besides a heart, but for any unsuspecting person his appearance may still cause a fright and he didn't want to scare you away at first sight.

Gumi wanted to be cute and cuddly, just like the animal and snack his name derived from. Taking references from both, Gumi stitched together his own costume. It was really just a plush sweater with some ears and a tail sewed on, but the cute factor was high. He also fashioned a pair of paws out of his own bones and some gloves. The outfit was so adorable he couldn't help but put on a little show for himself in the mirror. Looking like a character right out of a picture book, Gumi took the liberty of acting like one as well. No way you could reject something so cute - right? Haha.. Haha.. ah..

Shit.

Turns out - mimicking bear noises in a store a location were they were apparently common wasn't such a good idea. Startled, the on staff clerk went to check out the noise fully unprepared for what he found. Equally as terrified, Gumi committed to the only logical course of action and slashed at the man before fleeing the scene. In another twist of events, solidified sugar was a lot harder and sharper than he thought and the cashier was dead by the time he had dragged his sister back to the scene of the crime. Without skipping a beat, Lolotte loaded up their items and the corpse into the trunk of his car for a quick drop off before they headed your way. The death count could've been a million times the size, and it still wouldn't have gotten in the way of her plans to make you theirs.

Gumi checks the time on his new phone. "It's getting late. We should hurry.. Plus the smell is getting to me."

"Not to worry, brother of mine." Lolotte fishes a knife out of her inner pocket and throws it in his direction. "I'll finish things up here while you go cut out your heart so we can finally wrap up Y/n's basket. You should be patched up and healed by the time I'm done, right?"

"Think so.... Thank you, Lollie." Clutching the knife to his chest, Gumi grins so hard his cheeks feel like they've spilt. "I'm so excited to finally meet them!"

He turns to the car - a sharp whistle preventing him from going far."

"Before you go, why don't you give me a preview of what you were doing in the bathroom?"

Wiping the newfound annoyance and former grief from his face, Gumi raises his wrists and bares his teeth - claws forever stained and a few missing their talon still buried in the organs of the man laud to an untimely rest as their feet. He quickly lifts his hood over his head as he puffs his chest.

"Rawr."

Sporting a grin of her own, Lolotte chuckles. "Oh, they are going to eat us alive."

[lightarin]

Simply...

Content: Jade Leech x GN!Reader (Brief Sebastian appearance)

Fluff; comedy

I saw that Black butler was getting a season 4 and thought he looked more like Jade in the new animation style... (Yes I know Sebastian came first, but atm my hyperfixation is Jade)

So I ended up writing this. I'm not entirely sure what it is. Please enjoy.

“My dear… Who is this?”

Jade stares at the man beside you with a polite smile, his eyes glinting as he took in the similarities. The stranger also wore a polite smile, his suit so neat it seemed inhumane, witu a gloved hand over his chest as he introduced himself.

“My name is Sebastian.”

Jade arched an eyebrow, his gaze turning back to you for an explanation. Despite the tension that seemed to linger in the air, you smiled brightly at him, one hand going to grasp Sebastian’s sleeve and shake it.

“I wanted you to meet him, Jade! He made me think of you. He’s really good at everything, and makes it all seem easy! He knows a lot too, it’s like he’s not really a human!”

(To your credit, you knew exactly what Sebastian truly was. But they didn’t need to know that. After all, your feigned ignorance was part of your plan.)

Jade’s gaze glinted as he watched your hand hold onto Sebastian’s sleeve, his polite smile becoming cold when he noticed the other’s look of amusement. 

“My dear, you shouldn’t tug one someone else’s clothes like that.”

“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t realize-”

“It’s quite alright. There is no harm done.”

Sebastian gives you a smile, smoothing out the fabric of his suit as he continues. 

“You flatter me too much, dear guest. I was merely fulfilling the duties given to me by my master.”

“Still! I swear some of the things you did defied logic. What are you?”

(Here it was, the biggest part of your plan. If it went smoothly, everything else would fall into place.)

Sebastian’s eyes closed into crescents as he smiled, giving you a small bow.

“I am simply… one hell of a butler.”

With that, he straightened up and gave a farewell nod to both of you.

“Then, I shall be on my way.”

You both watch him walk of in silence. When he disappears from view, Jade clears his throat preparing to question you. Only to be taken back by surprise when you spin towards him, your hand resting on his arm as you shook him.

“That! That’s what I wanted you to see! Please do that!”

He stared at you with wide eyes confused by your sudden excitement. That? What exactly were you referring to? He blinked once. Then twice.

Then it hit him. 

“Hmm… Do you mean this?”

He gently removed your hand from his arm, his gloved hand going to rest upon his chest as he gave you a secretive smile, his own eyes closing into crescents. 

“I am simply one hell of a butler.”

“Yes!”

You jumped happily, making him chuckle in amusement. He shook his head affectionately, pinching your cheek lightly.

“Next time you want me to do something, just ask, hm? I was very confused by the whole situation.”

You look up at him, your words slightly muffled due to the fact that he hadn’t let go of your cheek yet.

“I’m sorry… I thought it’d be easier to show you what I wanted rather than try to explain it.”

You rub your cheek when he finally lets go, giving him a look that he found impossible to refuse as he relented with a sigh. 

“Alright, alright. Don’t look at me like that.” 

“So you’re not mad?”

“I’m not mad.”

“Will you do it again?”

“No.” “You are mad!”

He smirked at you, his hand resting on the small of your back to guide you into the lounge, his gaze filled with amusement. 

“You misunderstand me, my dear. I will not do it again, right now. After all, I am still working, and you are an esteemed guest.” “Oh, drop the act.” “Oh? I thought you would like it since you seemed so fond of the butler you just brought along.”

“Come on, Jade! You know it was nothing like that.” “Of course not, of course not.” He guides you to your usual table, pulling the chair out for you with his ever unwavering smile. 

“I’ll ask the kitchen to get started on your usual order my dear. We can talk more about this after my shift.” Jade leans down to kiss your cheek, whispering in your ear before he pulls away. 

“I hope you enjoy the meal. You’ll need your energy later.”

And with that, he walks away, tending to other guests as you watch him. His words hinted at a long conversation ahead, and you knew it would be a long night. However, when you replayed his Sebastian imitation in your head…

I regret nothing.

[selineram3421]

Ha... Summer is coming. And with it the change of temperature.

Isekai'd

Part 1: Saved By the Undertaker

Prologue

~

Vash (Tristamp) X Reader

Warning! ⚠

⚠ cussing, slight heat coma?[just passing out] ⚠

You don't know how long you've been walking.

The heat was distorting time and you were uncomfortable, sweat being produced by your body and some running down your forehead.

I can't believe I've been Isekai'd.

Not only that, you didn't know when in the series you landed.

Its only logical that I landed around the first episodes. You thought. But I can't be too sure.. What if I'm in Trigun 98? Geez its hot.

The clothes you were wearing weren't helping. They clung to your skin and trapped the heat in, and your shoes were filled with sand.

The only thing on your mind was to find a town quick, or hope for some help to pass by.

I have to be careful though, there's a lot of creeps and assholes.

At some point you stumbled upon a large rock. You didn't think much of it but then realized that it would have shade to help you cool off.

Oh thank whatever being placed this here.

Rushing over, you slid into the shade on your knees and leaned back, letting your back rest against the rock.

"I swear, if I kept walking any longer I would have gotten a bad sunburn.", you sighed.

Now that you've stopped walking, the feeling of being tired set in your bones. It didn't help that you stayed up all night watching anime.

I can't go to sleep though. You thought, feeling your eyelids droop. I have to..

The heat was making you sleepy.

It was a problem you had even on Earth, your body just shut down whenever it got too hot.

I can't..

That was the last thing you thought before passing out.

✴

A tree.

You saw a tree after opening your eyes. Then the feeling of grass brushing against your fingers.

The wind was blowing softly and made the leafs rustle, light shimmering through the spaces between. Making it look like sparkling gold.

This is nice. You thought, feeling calm.

A song was playing but you didn't notice until the wind stopped.

Someone was humming.

Turning your head, you see a woman with black hair near a meadow of red flowers. And then you remembered.

"Rem?", you spoke out loud.

She turned to face you with a smile.

Then all of it faded away.

✴

You woke up in a daze.

Ribs hurting, meaning you slept for way too long.

After sitting up, you notice that you're not in the desert anymore. Instead you find yourself in a room that smells a lot like a hospital or clinic.

How did I-? You think before a sudden dizzy spell takes over and you lean to the side, falling off the bed with a loud thud.

"Ow."

You hear the door opening and at least two sets of footsteps rushing into the room.

"You shouldn't be moving around yet.", an older man says and helps you sit up.

He looks like the boiler man from Spirited Away, just a little bit. But his moustache is white and he's wearing glasses instead of the little shades. Obviously, no extra set of arms.

"Young man.", he looks over at the other person that followed him in. "Could you help them back onto the bed?"

Following the old man's gaze, you see a tall man with black hair, black shades, and wearing a suit. Smoking a cigarette-

"And please put that out, there is no smoking allowed in the clinic.", the old man says.

Woolfwood!? You think in shock.

"Sure.", he says with a sigh, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and putting it out.

Seriously, when the fuck am I in the series!?

Now back on the bed, the old man does a quick check up on you.

"You're lucky. If this man hadn't found you, you would have ended up as worm food.", he says and hands you a glass of water.

"Thanks.", you say and gulp down the water.

I honestly would have accepted my fate. You thought.

"Um, where am I exactly?", you ask.

"You're in the city of Lowland", the doctor says.

You hum and try to remember the map that was brought up in the episodes.

If I remember correctly, Jeneora Rock is to the West of here. You thank the old man before getting too deep in your thoughts. I'll have to draw up the map soon.

"I've got a question.", Nicholas pipes in, making you look over at him. "Where are you from? You don't look like you're properly..uh"

Oh shit oh shit oh shit-!

You hope the panic doesn't show on your face as you try and think up some sort of excuse.

"I-I don't remember.", you stutter out and look down with confusion written on your face.

I'm going to have to play the amnesia card! Its the only way for right now!

"I just remember walking through the desert and resting in the shade.", you say and try to sell the act by looking frustrated. "I can't remember.."

"It sounds like a case of amnesia.", the doctor says.

I'm playing a card that most fanfics use! I'm sorry but I couldn't think of anything else!

"Sounds like shitty situation.", Nicholas syas.

You have no idea. You think, crying internally.

"I'm off then.", the man in the suit says and starts making his way to the door. "You're not dead and I have no reason to be around anymore."

Before he could walk out the door, your brain rushed out some words.

"At least tell me your name!"

The undertaker glances over his shoulder to look at you. "Nicholas.", he says and puts an unlit cigarette between his lips. "Nicholas D. Wolfwood."

Then he walks out.

Very in character. You think and sigh, letting your head hang down. How am I going to survive on this hellish planet?

Looking down at your hands, you notice something that somehow passed over your head.

I'm in Trigun Stampede and-

"I'M FUCKING ANIMATED!?"

Lol, he thought you were dead.

~Seline, the person.

Next: Part 2

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ML Vash | ChL Isekai'd

[superpeeboy]

Evil thoughts and headcanons about benny and gcbc below

Benny is mad-scientist-adjacent in my mind. He’s almost one of those but hes an engineer instead. Still a freak.

Benny has facial hair. its in the storyboards and I cling to it like a koala to a tree during a forest fire

Benny IS short but he floats to peoples height so most don’t even notice

Old ass men. Benny would be born sometime before the 80s so he could actually grow up during that time! 1970 something.

For that matter, GCBC is also old as hell. Similar age to benny but he did not age anywhere near as well 😭😭 UGLY!

Benny and GCBC play fight like dogs.

Benny is NOT SKINNY!! this man eats ice cream every day he would not be skinny! no!

And for that matter, GCBC isn’t skinny either. Fat GCBC or death!

Hard of hearing benny. He works with spaceships those things are loud!

I dont think benny would care about pronouns. I usually use he/him for benny but i really dont think hed have a preference like everyone calls him he/him so he just goes with it.

On the other clawhand, GCBC is WOKE!!! He/it good cop he/she bad cop, collectively he/they because they are literally TWO GUYS!!!

More lgbt stuff. I think Gay Cop Bisexual Cop is funny to say so i go with it for that reason. Benny is probably also gay HE LOOKS GAY!

Good cop probably likes to go to the library. He just looks like he does. Round glasses. NERD!!

Benny is more evil than GCBC. The girls that get it get it and the girls that dont dont.

…I LOVE EVIL BENNY! i must continue. I feel like in the drafts for the lego movie benny was just absolutely deranged and they had to tone it down a bit for the final film but i love that he was such a freak! like what was his issue. all the removed stuff ive seen with benny was just him absolutely tweaking. AND HE KILLED GCBC he did that in the draft script and it was so awesome and he didnt even feel bad i love it!!

outside of like actual stuff from tlm i also think people infantilize benny a lot and its fun to just make him absolutely horrible to spite that.

also! Benny has brain damage the evil way… I project a lot for this cuz GIRL ME TOO! he has poor control over his own limbs and cant hold a train of thought very well and i dont want to continue cuz i takea lot of this specifically from my own experiences but those are just a couple things 🤔

I feel insane talking about this but i swear bad cop has an interest in cowboys. when emmet and lucy escape it seems like the first place she checks is the old west (i know its jsut movie logic… BUT STILL!), the folks in the old west recognize her theyre literally shaking cuz shes SCARY!! and she knows her way around the place pretty well which both of those are probably from her job but IDC!! now when she said “get off my train” WHAT IF what if she just felt protective over old west propertyy also in the behind the bricks video she mentions cowboys even though they were NOT that big of a part of the movie!! evil speculating on a fictional characters interests 😭😭😭

if they were birds gcbc would be an owl and benny would be a blue footed booby. also not about my main slop characters but related to bird legos, metalbeard would be an albatross.

continuing with owl cop, hes an owl because owls have large circular eyes, yet their eyes can also be very reflective, and they can twist their heads about.

if they were cats gcbc would be a tiger just so they could say “you bit the wrong tigers tail” and benny would be a serval

if they were dogs gcbc would be a german shepherd, obvious choice, and benny would be a schnauzer

if they were fish gcbc would be good cod bad cod just for the name and benny would be a pleco

when picking good cop up he would curl up like a happy kitty hed really like being picked up and when picking bad cop up he would scramble and claw at you in fear of falling (she is a frightened animal)

Good cop would watch kids cartoons in his free time, if he had any 💀

Good cop the type of guy to say “geeze louise”

Good cop the type of guy say “you wouldnt hit a guy with glasses would ya?”

Good cop the type of guy to say “ohh butterfingers” after dropping something

Good cop the type of guy to look for his tv remote and say “if i were the tv remote where would i be?”

Good cop the type of guy to close the fridge door with his hips

Good cop definitely has the urge to just collect trinkets but not the time nor money, maybe on weekends hed visit thrift shops just to get random stuff

Good cop and benny both seem like they chew on things when nervous

Both good cop and bad cop like the color pink but bad cop would be a bit more embarassed to share that. at home they definitely have pink blankets and pillows and all sorts of pink

Everyone is autistic if you think hard enough.

I love how everyone agrees that bad cop takes after his mother and good cop his father. Unanimous agreement ive never seen anyone headcanon it the other way

I say this as a joke but i dont have any way that i think gcbc wouldve come to be so its basically my headcanon even if its a joke. Good cop ate bad cop in the womb. Thats why theyre like that. And ma cop was terrified because she was set to have twins and only had one baby. 💀💀

Benny has definitely been hit with the “Hes smart but he doesnt apply himself” thing in the past.

GCBC is not a pale white man. Not happening. He would not do that!

If they participated in a chicken fight, gcbc would be on benny’s shoulders (as the cops cannot swim)

Good cop’s eyes are so big they squash his brain

[inkstainedhandswithrings]

TBB S2 EP 11: Metamorphosis

right from the get go already looks like cliché horror film intro (this initially made me dislike the ep, mainly bc we have too many bad horror films playing at the cinema where I work rn, but dw I came around)

the music was actually chillingly different than usually and continued into the scene in which Dr. Hamlock was introduced. I liked that, but in a bad way

the closeup on his hand confirms that the Zillo Beast ate it, no this is not up for discussion, Zillo Beast had himself a treat

I'm kinda coming around on Nala Se, ngl

Also for as uneasy Dr. Hamlock makes me, I feel like we're finally getting a high-quality villain on TBB and I'm here for it

BAD BATCH TELLING CID OFF BAD BATCH TELLING CID OFF BAD BATCH TELLING CID OFF

HUNTER WANTING TO CUT CID OFF HUNTER WANTING TO CUT CID OFF HUNTER WANTING TO CUT CID OFF

Cid, being a huge dick:

Me:🤨🤨🖕🖕🖕

I like watching Wrecker show off how smart he is. He knows all the weapons and how to use 'em. Yes. :D.

"Whatever did this wasn't human." <- I find that an interesting sentence, considering this is Star Wars. If this was a show that took place on earth, somewhere where it was unlikely for an animal to be, that line would've been chilling. In Star Wars? Not so much. Humans are only one of many species in that galaxy and while I do believe that clones = humans, via star wars lore, that doesn't apply. Clones are classified as their own species, meaning technically they aren't human. I'm probably over thinking this but whatever, the line struck me as oddly placed

"By yourself?" "Your concern is not warranted. I will be fine." <- ok, Tech ik you got the whole cool, logical, I-know-what-I'm-doing-vibe going on, but I gotta tell you, the person who says that in horror films dies first.

OFC THE MEDICAL EQUIPMENT IS KAMINOAN FCK

everytime tech checked what's going on in the hallway I yelled "nO" at him. and then he did it anyway. rude.

The second we first saw it I realised it was the Zillo. I've been wondering when/if it would ever come up again, since the Chancellor did order for it to be cloned when the og episodes aired and then we never saw it again, so the arc felt incomplete.

BUT I LOVED THE ZILLO BEAST ARC SO THIS MADE ME V HAPPY AND V SCARED AND I KNOW IT'S NOT CANON BUT CAN THE ZILLO BEAST PLS GO EAT PALPATINE NOW??? IT DESERVES A TREAT!!!!

Hunter grabbing Omega to protect her from the beast 🥺

Tech's slow "Fascinating." followed by his "Take cover."???? sir u already had me, u didn't need to go harder

Wrecker grabbing Omega to protect her from the explosion🥺

Tech casually causing the explosion

"It ate the crew?" MY POOR BABY

"I can help. I know my way around Kaminoan tech." hmmm omega tryna stay out of the fight? she scared? hmmm Tech whatcha do???

Omega being better with Kaminoan tech than Tech and him just going with it and trusting her expertise. Yes. :D

idk where the "Zillo Beast feeds on energy" thing came from bc that wasn't part of the original arc and kinda threw me off, but alright, they needed a reason for it to grow real fast, I'll take it

they're already fighting the beast and then the empire shows up hhhhhhhh whyyyyyyy

omega just casually pulling the plug on tech's research, I love her

Tech grabbing Omega to protect her from the explosion 2.0 🥺

yes, hello, I'd like to inform you all again that I hate the empire, thank you

Tech allowing Hunter to keep flying even though he is the designated pilot and clearly very skilled. Just shows how much he trusts his leader and brother to keep them save. Love that :))

When the Commandos began rounding up the villagers I immediately knew what it meant and GAH HONSLTY WHY ARE THEY LIKE THIS

The Empire only destroyed Kamino to control cloning, not to end it, hm? surprise surprise (these fcking motherfckers i swear)

"Send the data to Echo and Rex. See what they can find out."

....

........

............

YES HUNTER YES SEND THEM THE DATA YES GO WORK WITH ECHO AND REX AND SAVE THE GALAXY YES LET'S GOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

end of the ep confirms yet again that Dr. Hamlock is a bag of dicks :)

Prime Minister said f you and I'm here for it

and then he brought up Omega and I was not here for it anymore

finally the music during the last shot makes me think that this facility is going to come up again and it will likely be very traumatic and horrible and terrible and um ya. sucks man.

gonna tag @jealous-sloth77 and @saturn-sends-hugs bc I'd love to see their thoughts too :))

[steve0discusses]

Ep 46 Pt 1: Zorc’s Massive Low Hanging Fruit

We are getting very close! I don’t actually...remember how many episodes there were in this season but listen, It can’t possibly be more than 50 right?

Right?

Anyway, we’re starting off in the battle basement in Yami’s tomb. Who, of course has a battle basement installed right outside of his final resting place, just like how he would have wanted.

And it’s here that the form of Bakura that the dub is telling me is Ryou wants to kill his own classmate. Which, I’ll just point it out since a couple people mentioned it, apparently the manga did not do this nor did the original Japanese version. The dub just made this Ryou for giggles. We already know Bakura can split into evil pieces, this was not necessary. We also know that Ryou is sleeping on those painful steppies, so this doesn’t make much logical sense.

But like we’re watching the dub right now, so sorry, everybody, this is Ryou. Ryou on a bad day, I guess. Dark Ryou. Not to be confused with Shadow Ryou, who is...that other freaking guy.

Yugi just upset that he forgot to bring his dueling disk to a dream universe in the past or whatever. Must feel naked without that thing stinking up his left arm and making that school blazer all wrinkly. Bro is telling me that Yugi should have one really big arm, kind of like trogdor.

(read more under the cut)

the one thing that does make sense with making this Ryou is a little bit of symbolic imagery. Ryou talks about how he doesn’t have friends anymore in the beginning of this arc, and we can assume it’s because he’s decided to step away from other people because of the ghost in his bean. In contrast, Yugi has all these friends he cursed to like him (woops), and for whom he just risked his whole life for, and for whom he didn’t learn the Pharaoh’s name that he needed in order to save all of mankind.

Which, for reals, Tea and Joey are such good buds, that he really did just end the world to save their ass, and that is pretty anime of him.

But Tea gets very nervous over whether or not Yugi was going to perma-die. It would be very awkward if he died, since he’s also the host of this puzzle which is she is currently stuck inside of. Though I’m not 100% on if it’s even possible for him to die here. Little bit of a chicken or the egg situation, which I may have brought up before.

But still, she’s worried about it.

Which is when Joey does a quick head count and go “WAIT WAIT"

(the show does not show us where Tristan is)

Back at Kul Elna, everything is very quickly falling apart. Rocks are falling from the sky, Pharaoh is back at the capital with Seto and the other Seto, and Karim helllllllllllllla died last episode (or 2 episodes ago? I have such bad memory nowadays) so we’re just gonna leave his corpse in the barn and go.

sorry I just took in the incredible abs on this oversized chess piece that is Hassad. 

Why bother? Like for reals why bother?

I have so many questions about this random guy and his character design and they will not get answered. Apparently Dark Side of Dimensions dives into it as well as other unresolved issues from this season but like, that’s for another time. We will be watching that later, and at my rate it’ll be like 5 years from now but I swear...unless I caught covid a second (third?) time we will eventually get there and find out the deal of this...this freakin guy.

Meanwhile, our story boarders are not finished flexing. I think they really enjoyed this particular episode, with this really fun composition around Bakura here. They LOVE to shred scenery with Bakura on this carving, and there are so many good shots where it’s like a comic cover. I mean, look at this:

Damn that’s a good idea. This composition is fun. You got the curves from this...pokemon that I forgot the name of... you got him dead center all strong and rigid to contrast the curves. You got purple and green clouds. It’s fun. If y’all ever want to do the “draw this anime still but in your style” this is a good still. Good stuff.

And then Bakura peaces off--no idea where, and it doesn’t really matter since we have like so many Bakura’s at this point. Lets just assume he’s everywhere.

And with that, the ground gives way to the ZORC within.

This ultimate being, Zorc, who we’ve been talking up for so many episodes.

And that’s when we find out Isis also left out another crucial detail about Zorc:

So listen. We can say that the...neck...of the snake is coming out of his lower stomach. But also, they left it in shadow for a reason. 

The reason is, this episode is getting me flagged.

It occurred to me I don’t have to go for the low hanging fruit. I don’t have to. I can find a way around this. And I struggled. And I did whatever I, a full grown adult, could think to do. I thought to myself, I am a creative person, and I am inventive and I can write comedy well enough so it’s not just about poops and butts and dicks.

And then I gave up because of the number of times this thing is dead center on screen. And really, truly, I make a lot of low hanging jokes on this blog anyway so we’re just going to embrace Zorc for who he really is, both inside and outside.

And he is a slowly growing talking dragon shaped penis with legs.

Covered up by my joke towel in this scene I want you to know the snake just had it’s maws wide open to shout them down. It literally does only talk out of the dragon head on the bottom part of him.

Anyway, then Hassan jumps in front of the missiles zorc shoots from his crotch and well...he dies that way.

Death by firecrotch. This is like an immortal God meant to be the protector of the Pharaohs but you can kill him and the way how is disgusting.

There they go, back to the palace, which like, I guess is VERY close to Kul Elna, since Yami and Seto are currently vibing there right now.

Back at fight club, these two are still at it.

and then back at the funeral of the most romantic anime death of all time, Seto is still at it.

Seto, despite probably having to throw just SO MANY funerals for his tragic backstory is not very good at them. So right now he’s just distancing himself emotionally from literally everything going on around him by convincing himself this is all a very vivid hallucination.

Which it is. For once he is correct, this entire arc is a hallucination, but a hallucination with consequences. Which he is not used to. Hell he doesn’t see consequences when he’s not in a hallucination half the time. He’s like super rich.

Yami decides he did what he can, but he’s done with this freakin guy. I guess trying to reach through to Seto is a skill that only Yugi possesses, cuz Yami is just clear out of patience for this sociopath. Which is a shame, he usually loves this sociopath.

I laughed out loud at this cut to this horse’s ass and Seto’s reaction to being left behind from getting a ride the one time he was the one who needed a ride.

LMAO at the dub for adding that suspicious soil clump where a dead girlfriend probably was laying before.

but being real, this is another very nice shot, I didn’t cap it for vibes, and I really should have. Again, if you’re looking for a “draw this in your style” anime still challenge, this is another fun one. You got a juxtaposition of old and new. You got the storytelling of the dead girlfriend and trying to understand feelings you don’t understand because you were taught to never love. You got lovely ancient pillars. You got a clump of dirt that used to be a girl...

Like we may have dragged Seto’s ass back here, just to make him look cool and out of place in that coat as the wind sweeps by him. And that’s fine, I’ll accept that Seto this season may only be here for some vibes.

As he admires her slowly breathing (yes, breathing, thanks dub) he flashes back to that only time he every had a single conversation with this woman (a conversation they had, only because she thought he was someone else)

And off he goes, to look cool and probably do little else.

And as always, here is the link to read these from the beginning in chrono order.

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

[anonymousfoz]

December 6, 2023

Two men walked through the graveyard near the facility. It was recovering from the outburst. The first man was tall. He wore a special military uniform. His hat and yellow goggles were off on the table. Over his grey uniform sat a bulletproof vest, and the phrase "S.C.P." was on his uniform on his left arm, and a revolver hoisted around his waist. The other man was a little smaller, in a nice newly bought red and green tux and wearing a Christmas hat.

The two men stopped, and the olden man took off his hat before placing it near his chest. The second man stopped to look down. He was confused by the unnatural behavior before it dawned. These were soldiers killed in the Mariah attack.

"Which-"

"Tobias Thomas Turkey, 15." The olden man started. "He had so much left in his life yet decided to sacrifice himself to save others. Thomas was a quiet lad with a curious mind. He wanted to fix things and learn how they worked. Always came in with a wholesome mood and seemed to shed light on others. His smart wits and incredible technology prowess saved more lives than lost. May he rest in peace among the stars as we were truly an angel among us mortals."

"And the second one?"

"Salem G. Hallows Eve, 21, Salem showed her courage even till her death. To protect others was her duty. A sister to most, but a role model to all. Through thick and thin, she was always there for anyone who needed help. She showed she was willing to give it all up to save the rest. She wasn't with us as long as Thomas was, but her impact was almost as great. She came from the military and quickly found a home with the rest of us. To never hear her again is something worse than death. For in my late 40s, I have never found another soul with such wisdom and rage. May she rest among the stars and the deep vacuum of space. Hopefully, the two remain with each other, watching over each other and the lives of everyone they saved."

"So, just kids." The older man went quiet before he responded minutes later.

"Brave, innocent people, you helped to kill for a dumb parade."

"Mister Jackson, we don't have to start doing the blame game. Besides businesses is a market that kills, their family has gotten money for our simple mistake." The older man scoffed, causing the businessman sweat. "Machine accidents do happen."

"You people make me sick. You always think money solves issues. Money doesn't take back the lives lost."

"What does?" The older man smiled before pulling out his revolver and shooting the business man in his leg. The businessman fell hugging his leg while screaming swears. The somber man walked him to the businessman with a smile.

"I would kill you…" he smiled at the pain of the other. "But that would be too easy. Making you feel the pain and fear they went through is much more satisfying. To see the life flash in your eyes. Money doesn't fix that."

"You're a psychopath!" And with that, the older man turned around to take a drink in honor of his fallen comrades before walking off, leaving the businessman to bleed. All that was left for him was to get drunk until he could no longer feel the empty hole that was left from the loss of the most important people of his life.

As for the business man, Mister Jackson was right about one thing. The two remained together, not as angels or souls among stars…. but rather guardians. The businessman couldn't believe his eyes. It was as if two holidays were above him. He figured that Tobias' was Thanksgiving as the giant pilgrim dressed Turkey stood overhead. On the other hand, Salem was a large black cat with witch like features. A cat witch was a clever idea for marketing. Damn his mind for his logic of thinking, but it didn't matter now. The business man begged for his life, but the two animals remained silent. Eventually, the cat was the first to talk with a familiar voice… a haunting one nevertheless.

"What to do with you? So many ideas come to mind, but only one is set in stone. If you get my drift Tobias"

"Surprisingly, for once I do. For only one as selfish as yourself deserves a fate more cold than Christmas snow." The turkey stopped as the cat began to cackle in the irony as the three remained outside in snow. "Irony aside, the only thing left of you shall be iron." The businessman looked down at his hands as they began to stiffen, and a sliver substance began to coat him.

"You shall be a perfect example of what happens to those who try to mess with the natural order of time." The businessman began to move before his legs were solid stone, and only then he began to apologize, but it was already too late. He was nothing but stone. The cat let out loud laughter, which seemed to disturb the turkey. "Oh, come on, Tobias, let me have some morbid fun. After all, it fits me perfectly."

"Oh sure, and I suppose feathers fit me pretty well. I didn't ask for my last name to be Turkey." The two walked away, leaving no trace of them. They had a new purpose in their extended life, and a trip to the North Poll was soon on their way to meet with the man himself, Santa Claus.

[brandnewhuman]

Ayo, I heard you want to write more angst. (forgive me if this sounds loopy, I just got off a 14 hour shift)

I saw a clip from Invincible of Omniman saying "I love your mother but she's really more like a pet." and I thought that's probably how Michael Myers would feel about an s/o and then I reMEMBERED HOW RZ!MIKE TREATS HIS PETS. So how about a drabble of reader realizing they’re one mistake away from being just another rat flushed down the toilet? Or all the little details that add up to reader realizing they’re being kept?

Not meant to matter

☆STARRING☆

☆rz michael myers☆

CONTENT:

Tw: canon violence, mature language, mentions of murder, blood, toxic relationship, Stockholm syndrome mention

Summary: where you figure out you're place in Michael's life and how easy is to replace it

A/n: AHAHAHAHHA YES. GIVE ME THE JUICY ANGST. THIS IS WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT. I love this shit so much it can't be healthy. You all spoil me so much with this requests. Im sorry if its shitty and it took so long ç-ç

Love is blind. The everlasting cliché you've heard countless times and the one you always used to swear to never fall for is true as every cliché in this world. The painful and tragic thing about it it's that nothing that has to do with cliché is as happy, silly and romantic as they made it seem. Love is blind doesn't help you overcome little annoying habits the person you love has, it doesn't make them look more pretty or their stupidity more bearable. It makes you justify them being awful, it puts a rose coloured filter over every important red flag and if something it's a shade too dark it just comes through as an aesthetically pleasing quirk because of trauma. 

Because of this you never realise how close you're standing to the fire until you're already catching on fire. 

That's what happened to you more or less, the line between being nice to survive and being nice because you love him started to blur. You couldn't really say when but one day you started to have more consideration for him than for his victims.

Maybe it was that weird sense of feeling special to someone so hard to please, maybe it was your tendency to always justify the villain and condemn the hero but in the end what matters is that even with a more logical and healthy choice you would still always choose Michael. You drank up every drop of affection he gave to you as if it was the only thing that makes you go on in life and he knew this. 

What you didn't know is that your new found love filled with a dangerous cliché was misleading you more than what you thought. You always kind of knew you loved Michael more than he loves you but the explanation was never a clear one, it was a sort of "he has only trouble expressing love" excuse. 

It wasn't only that. Your kind of love was a completely different one from what Michael's "love" for you was. Your clouded mind ignored the signs for so long that when you did realise it was like hitting the ground really hard and face first. 

You were just a..Well a pet. As dehumanising as it sounds that's what Michael sees you as and you couldn't be more upset. The worst part was that you still had that consideration and understanding. How can you be mad at him for loving you only as a sort of cute animal you take sympathy for? He has never been exposed to a more deep love, it's really much more than what you would've expected from him.

You tried to be mad but you couldn't cause everytime you looked at him with an accusing question about your relationship you only seemed to see a shell of a human that was trying to slowly get filled with things it was supposed to get long ago.

You had your epiphany one day you causally forgot who you were dealing with, where you thought it was a good idea to get all bold and loud with the shape of haddonfield. Michael was quick to remind you or better, to enlighten your place. 

"Michael! For christ sake!! You're hurt, you need to take the fuckin mask off" you were shaking and your throat was getting tighter tighter from the worry clawing at your heart.

It wasn't the first time Michael came back this hurt and bleeding out like hell but normally he didn't show it much. This time he got inside your house stumbling and holding one side of his head while red strikes slipped through his fingers. The loud noises and clashes of things falling down woke you up almost instantly.

You just assumed it was him coming back and making a mess as always so you took your time reaching him which you regretted as soon as you saw his tall form slouching and his free hand gripping to one of the kitchen chairs to find some sort of balance. 

He kept pushing you away, ignoring more than usual any attempt of you questioning what has happened to him and overall being really difficult and impossible to help. 

You were growing more and more impatient as tears teased the corners of your eyes. You knew it was something bad if he was showing he was in so much pain and the fact that he was keeping you at arm length like always was eating you alive from the inside, making every rational thought vanish. You just wanted him to be okay, you didn't want him to leave you behind and he just wanted his funny and silly pet to leave him lick his wounds alone and stop testing his patience.

"God dammit Michael this is not the fucking time to do your tough guy bullshit!! Let me s-" 

You could say it was both parties' fault, or at least that's how your brain was deciding to rule it.  You should've thought better than insinuating your hands to the back of his head to remove his mask and he well…he really just took the situation several levels above bad. 

It was so fast that it didn't even hurt at first, only when your fingertips met with the gash in your cheeks you felt a small jolt of pain running down from your face to your whole body. The cut wasn't really that big but it was quite deep since the swing from Michael's knife made his sharp tip slice briefly but deeply into your soft flesh. 

As you stood there wide eyed by fear and shock he just turned his back heading towards the door to probably go lay on the couch. He didn't even gave you as much as a reaction to gift you with the thought of him feeling bad for hurting you like that, he didn't even cared or noticed the colours drain from your skin as you trembled slightly thinking about what a few inches closer to him would have meant for your face and most importantly he didn't even stopped to think about it before using the knife against you making you get back to your old point of view as a victim. 

That's when it hit you, that's when you realised and the rose colored filter glitches showing you all the true and disgusting colours. 

Your brain was fuming as you tried to give a reason to all of this and the only place every thought went was to the same conclusion; you simply didn't matter as much as you thought. 

Every little upsetting thing started to fall into place precisely in a terrifying way. He has been humouring you enough to keep the advantages of allowing you to live and be around him, every little thing he did was never done because he cared or loved you. 

And you had to admit it made sense, it was easier to just let you live your little fantasy of being the special one the beast falls in love for just enough for him to get what he needs. It really was like keeping a pet but with more benefits. You cooked for him, you let him sleep under soft and warm blankets, you provided him a hiding spot from the world with all the comforts he has dreamed of. He could trust you would never call the police because of that little amount of attention he decided to give you from time to time and he knew it worked cause every day you did more for the sake of making him happy rather than keeping him calm. 

What he has done now was his way of "scolding". The only thing that moved the trajectory of the knife from your throat to your cheek was the thought of having to do all this work with someone else once you were dead. He couldn't say you didn't tickle a single ounce of weird softness in him but it wasn't the deep and genuine uninterested love you had for him. It was like watching a puppy doing funny things in front of you, while entertaining it's kind of pointless and gets boring really fast as soon as the puppy starts doing annoying things. 

You were just that, a puppy who was a mistake away from being removed from his life and you were perfect for the role since much like a puppy, you too were too naive and stupid for your own good.

That much stupid that even now, sitting on your knees and holding your cheeks while hot tears mixed with the blood of the cut, you still had some pink shades in your eyes making you think that this was just because he has never been shown how to love something. 

He, on the other hand, was having the half thought of checking on you just to make sure he didn't break the love spell he casted on you entirely with that risky move. 

You had to kick yourself mentally into remembering what has just happened to not let your brain just sink deeper into the possible Stockholm syndrome you were just starting to shake off. 

You covered your mouth with your hands trying to muffle the ugly sobs that were shaking your already trembling form. You didn't want to be quiet, you wanted to scream and hit him, you wanted to insult him with the worst and meanest things you could think of. You just wanted to explode and then you wanted him to hug you instead of hugging yourself, you wanted him to clean up your wound as carefully as possible with all the softness he's capable of as you have done so many times for him. You wanted him to tell you it was a mistake and that your mind was just trying to scare you off, you ultimately just wanted him to prove you wrong. 

What did you get? You got your shaking body laying on the kitchen floor, curled up on yourself as you hugged your knees to your chest and bit your lips while crying a whole ocean of sorrows and regrets. The cut had stopped bleeding moments ago and now it was starting to form what would be a reminder of your own stupidity for life. What you got was fulfilling your place as the boogeyman's pet while drowning in your own tears. 

The oppriment feeling of not being able to do anything about all of this was crushing your lungs and churning your guts painfully hard. You certainly couldn't act upon your desires of rage and request of love since you had already been shown what Michael does about his pet misbehaving and overstepping boundaries. You certainly couldn't keep on going like nothing has happened or nothing has changed cause everything now was too messed up for that, even if part of you wanted to just to fool you into thinking there's still hope you mean something for the man that was sitting on your couch in the other room. 

You didn't want to call the police either because the part of you that still loved him and needed him to love you back was bigger than the one that was hurting and angry because of all this bullshit. You couldn't simply do that to him, you didn't have that type of coldness to just mercilessly hurt him like that even if he deserved it. Besides, you knew perfectly well that the minute he was out calling the police was going to bite right back at you. 

You found yourself being considerate and understanding with his victims after a long time of ignoring and excusing their deaths. It was truly tiring and just…draining to know that whatever you do he's always going to get back at you 10 times worse. You didn't feel trapped, it was worse than that. It was him taking pieces of your life and of your heart one by one without making too much noise to not make you notice, just to leave you lifeless and ghost-like. existing without really being alive just for the sake of surviving. 

And then it came to you as if God itself has got down just to grace you with an answer to your problems. The painless end to all of this was just to leave and never come back, not even loon behind or otherwise he might learn how to find you and your beating and offensive heart everywhere. 

You got up from the floor slowly with a newfound resolution. It was very clear to you that this was never going to hurt or change Michael's life in any way so you kind of had to give up on your thoughts of revenge. Him realising, as if you were in a romantic movie, that he made a mistake and he needed you just to chase after you was never going to happen. It was more possible for him to chase you after realising that may be killing you was just as fun as keeping you. And maybe it was okay, you didn't need to hurt him you just wanted to live as alive as you could and not just as a shell without any other reason of living besides the hope of one day being loved by someone who didn't fucking care to begin with. 

By the time you reached your bedroom the whole situation and all those strong and intense emotions casted a wave of weariness all over you, weighing you down and just making everything so difficult. Now that all the most negative and heavy feelings had rolled off, you just felt like not a single one of the reasons for you to leave was really good. 

You never left in fact. You even felt bad for thinking it but you kept daydreaming about it once in a while and in your head everything was…better. In your mind he does care and he stops you from leaving every time, in your mind you do win his love and you have your big romantic movie main character moment where the bad guy keeps a soft spot for you in his heart. 

You couldn't really know it but he would've missed you a little bit if you really ended up leaving. You were right about everything and even about him not really knowing any better. 

Wearing rose coloured glasses around Michael ended up taking away from you more than what you could give and now it was truly too late to do anything about it. The addicting feeling of having maybe one day in your mind when asking yourself if he loves you was comparable to spending all your money in a slot machine, waiting with hope that if you give it more tries and more of you the result might change. 

You waited around for him to either love you or just kill you, giving you a way out you could take without feeling guilty about it. 

[zooophagous]

Click click. Click click click click click. Strauss flicked the edges of the Rubix cube rapidly. There was a trick to solving them that he had already gotten good at- now it was more the simple tactile pleasure of fidgeting with the thing than actually figuring out the logic puzzle. What he really needed was exercise, but a few more days of bed rest were very strictly ordered, and to stay on good graces- he wouldn't fight it this time. Nevermind that as a doctor himself, he considered himself cured by all meaningful definitions and was dying of boredom in the sick bay.

There was a knock at the door. "Hey man. How's being stuck in bed treating you?"

Strauss looked up with a smile. "Troy. Much better now, with company. Please come sit. We have to catch up."

"I'll say. You seemed pretty moody so I thought I better give you space, but then I thought, well, who am I going to drink all this red wine with?" He grinned mischeivously as he produced a bottle from under his jacket. "Besides. You haven't caught up on your homework."

"I am caught up on my GED test materials."

"I mean your pop culture homework. I know you get sad watching vampire movies where the vampire dies at the end, so I figured it was high time we sit down for a beloved classic where the vampires are the good guys."

"Which is?"

"Twilight."

"Troy."

"What! Sure, I mean, it's not Pride and Prejudice. But it's a fun little story about a girl who meets a vampire and falls in love."

"Despite how odd and toxic that power dynamic must be?"

"It's romantic, I swear." He set the wine bottle down and went hunting around for cups, only finding paper drink cups. "So how long you gotta be laid up, man?"

"Another week. I broke my spine and leg two places and apparently trying to get up and walk around with a spine fracture is a 'big deal,' so I am on strict bed rest. I drew a hard line at not wearing the back brace. This bed is uncomfortable enough as it is."

"Damn. And you were just walking around like that the whole time?"

"Yes. So long as the injury does not upset the brain-heart mechanism, a vampire is a very resilient animal. Hmm." He tapped his claws to his chin. "I wonder if the Van Helsings will allow me to view my MRI results for my own curiosity. I know there are many internal differences between a human and a vampire, but I have never compared them side to side."

"Can't hurt to ask. You bit a guy too, didn't you? What was that about?"

"A misunderstanding. Frau Van Helsing tells me she has made contact with the injured party and he is ready to hear my apology when I am fit to travel."

"Well. Not like you do it very often. Is it at least... you know, fun for you to bite someone?"

"Oh yeah."

"HA! I knew you had it in you." Troy poured out two small servings of red wine and passed one over to the bedridden vampire. "I'll have you know, Luther, I was the one that actually caught you."

"That so?"

"I had the idea to check the pet store. I knew you'd be looking for mice."

"Alas, I've been bested by a lycanthrope." He threw his hand over his face in mock despair. "Truly you are a vampire hunter to be reckoned with, Herr Cunningham. I should count myself lucky you were not out for blood."

He raised his paper cup in a toast. Troy tapped his cup in turn, and they both took a hearty swig.

"I hope it's up to your standards. I don't exactly have a ton of cash to spend on wine."

"Any wine drunk with you is a good wine, sir. Danke."

There was a quiet knock at the door.

"Oh shit, hide the wine." Troy stuffed the bottle under the bed.

"Enter." Strauss called out.

The door opened to a small crowd of eager faces in the door frame. Strauss tilted his head curiously, then froze. He recognized them. They were Ursula's class of apprentices. One of them had been there the day he'd been caught.

"Hi, um. Are we here at a bad time?"

"Are you here to finish the job, fraulin?" Strauss was sarcastic, but the sarcasm was clearly a front for the nervousness he was keeping at bay.

"We actually have this for you." She handed over a small, purple envelope to Troy. "I'm sorry we had our... differences on the field. But we're just stopping by to wish you well and we hope you can make it back to class soon. Um... we'll get going."

The little crowd waved awkwardly and shuffled away, leaving Troy holding the parcel. "Huh. Nice of them. Here, open it."

He passed it to Strauss, who gingerly picked it up and sniffed it as if he were expecting subterfuge, then tore the little lavender envelope open to reveal a black and orange card with a cartoon bat on the cover. It was clearly a Halloween card, but when he opened it, there was a wide assortment of names and the message "So sorry to hear about your fall, wishing you a speedy recovery. Hope you can come visit class again." He read it aloud and counted the names. The nurses and commisary staff were among them, as was, interestingly enough, Ursula.

"Aw, ain't that nice of them! Wish I knew the card was going around or I would have signed it my, uh. My... are you crying?"

Troy raised his eyebrows at Luther, who was daintily wiping a stray tear from his face. "I am sorry. It was unexpected. I thought... all of them hated me."

"Aw, aw come here man, bring it in." Troy got up and gave Strauss a hug, whether he liked it or not. "Nobody hates you, even though you try really hard to keep them away. You're stuck with us, bud. Better get used to it. So, you wanna put in that movie?"

"Yes please. If you like it, I am sure it will be good."

[phoenixrising0308]

The Time Apart: Faded Memories

Books: The Royal Romance

Rating: G

Triggers: None Identified by this author

Pairing: (no pairing) The Beaumont Family & Jessica Garica (Friendship)

A/U: Agent Phoenix: Forged in Fire - The time apart: This timeline occurs during Jessica's absence in Cordonia or when not formally paired in Cordonia with Liam as the TRR cast and original characters deal with her absence as well as Jessica and Liam attempt to go through life without each other. Stories may or may not have an in the present timeline component and are not always in order. It depends on the prompt, random inner thoughts, and the muse whenever they stop by. There are no chapter numbers as they are written as just a series of events in story form. Multi-part stories, as always, are labeled.

Detailed disclaimer

Catch me here

A/N #1: Bartie remembers Jessica after their time apart

Choices Flash Fic Week # 6: Prompt 3: “I’m just ... I’m a little bit confused.”

Song Inspiration:

Word count: 2,000 *As always, forgive my typos and grammatical errors.

* Reading time: 6 minutes

Years ago...

Liam & Jessica's Apartment in the Captial

Liam and Jessica sat on the floor, letting Bartie show them his toys. The toddler was walking and starting to talk as he used short names for all his prized toys and stuffed animals. 

Bartie excitedly handed a toy to Jessica. 

"Oh, what's this?" She said as she held the toy squid. 

"Squid!" Bartie informed while Jessica acted surprised.

"Wow!" 

"Yeah! It's…" Bartie thought for a moment and continued. "Our…Our-" He trailed off, not knowing the word.

Liam smiled fondly at the toddler and said, "That's right, the Squid is your family's emblem." 

Bartie looked confused, and Jessica added, "You know, like a mascot! Or a favorite animal." 

Bartie nodded to himself.

"Did Uncle Max give it to you?" Liam asked. 

Bartie shook his head and eagerly showed them a stuffed hippo. "Uh uh. This." He showed Liam and Jessica. 

Jessica chuckled to herself, remembering the tattoo Maxwell was embarrassed to show them at first…Or more like Bertrand was embarrassed Maxwell had it. 

"What's his name?" Liam asked.

"Max!" 

Liam gave him a puzzled look. "So he's named after Uncle Maxwell?" 

"No." Bartie simply gave as Liam smirked to himself. 

Jessica chuckled and nodded at Liam to just agree with the toddler logic. "Makes perfect sense to me. It's a good name, Bartie. I'm sure Maxwell agrees. " 

Bartie mumbled words here and there as he shuffled through his other toys. 

Liam held up Sir Winston and said, "What's his name, Bartie?" 

Bartie excitedly smiled and replied with a slight lisp, "Winston!" 

Liam smiled as Jessica sat beside him on the ground. "That's right. He goes by Sir Winston. Aunty Jess gave this to me." Liam said. 

Jessica smiled down at the toddler and patted the bear on the head. "The moment I saw him, I knew Uncle Lamb Lamb should have him." 

Bartie sat the stuffed bear down and extended his arms out to Jessica. 

Jessica smiled and didn't hesitate to pick him up as she stood up with him in her arms. She gave a playful groan as she lifted him. Spinning around with him in her arms as he released a contagious giggle. "You're getting to be such a big boy! I swear you were lighter the last time I watched you. Have you grown?" 

Bartie nodded. "Big!" He wrapped his little arms around her neck as she grinned at him. 

Liam said, "Don't get too big! How will Cordonia handle a giant?" 

Jessica snuggled up to Bartie and said, "Don't worry, we'd build you the biggest house Cordonia has ever seen if you become a giant."

Liam chuckled and got close to Bartie and Jessica as he placed a hand on Jessica's back while looking at the toddler in her arms and said over her shoulder, "I heard you have Mac n Cheese waiting for you in the kitchen for lunch." 

His eyes lit up. "Dino nugs?" 

Jessica replied, " I don't care what your Daddy says; Uncle Max is right. They taste better and are shaped like Dinosaurs. " 

She heard Liam chuckle at that as she sat Bartie down, only for his tiny fist to refuse to let go of her shirt. He protested, his lower lip jutting out with a whine. 

Liam sadly smiled and shook his head. "I wish I could eat some dino nuggets and stay longer, Love, but I've got to go back to the Palace soon." 

Jessica frowned just as Savannah came in to get him. She took him off Jessica's hands and cooed to him before she gave a grateful smile to Jessica and Liam. 

Savannah said, "Thank you so much for watching him. Bertrand has been so busy lately, and I have my own duties now that I'm being reintroduced back to the Court, so to speak. I just don't want Bartie to grow up with maids and Governesses his whole life. Drake and I didn't, and I want Bartie to have as much of a normal childhood as possible." She offered with a sigh.

Jessica smiled and replied, "I understand completely, Savannah. It's really no big deal. I love playing with Bartie." 

Liam nodded and added, "We really appreciate you letting us watch him for a while, Savannah. It's great practice for us one day, hopefully soon." 

Jessica smiled at Liam as he wrapped an arm around her and smiled tenderly back down at her.

Savannah said, "I truly hope you both get the joy of children one day as King and Queen when this is over. You both would be wonderful parents…Please excuse me; I see lunch is ready for him so I will feed him so he can nap on the car ride home." 

They both watched Savannah leave as Liam kept an arm around Jessica's shoulder as they walked. He whispered to her, “You will be an amazing mother, Jessica. I don't know how you can be even more beautiful than you are, but every time you hold Bartie or any other child, it's the first thing I see. I can't wait till it's our own child." 

She leaned into him as they walked. "I can't wait, Liam. It sounds like a dream come true to have our own…I hope it's soon, and we can start our life together." 

Jessica walked Liam to the door, and he stopped at the entrance cupping her face in both hands to gaze down at her. "You are my life, Jess. You know that." He kissed her forehead before continuing. "We will be rid of Madeleine and any pestering from Constantine, and you will be my wife for everyone to see. And the Mother of our children. We'll have a quant home somewhere with a simple garden and pattering feet running around, and you will have the life we both deserve together." 

Jessica smiled softly up at him. "Promise?" 

"Promise." 

Many Years Later…

Cordonia Capital Square park

Bartie played in the park as his Mother and Father watched him from a bench. His Father tended to get nervous over him climbing things or falling as well as being too dirty, but his Mother always seemed to smooth it over that he was supposed to get dirty or a bruise once in a while

Bartie was sitting in the grass when he saw a woman he couldn't help staring at. She wore her long dark hair in a ponytail and was slightly taller. He couldn't help staring at her as she busied herself talking to a man. 

He couldn't put his finger on it, and then it came to him and said, "Aunty Jessie." He pointed at the woman and ran towards her Savannah ran after him. Bartie tapped the woman, getting her attention, and said, "Aunty Jess?."

Bartie's eyes began to water as he said, "But." the woman gave him a puzzled look and coldly said, "Are you lost?" Savannah caught up to them and sighed, "Im so sorry." 

Savannah looked at her son and could feel her heartbreak for him and herself and said, "It's not her."

"Momma, she looks like..." 

Bertrand rolled his lips and said, "Bartie, she looks like…Like Lady Jessica. The resemblance is there." He mumbled as the woman started walking away.

Bartie remembered her. It was vague with how young he was, but he remembered her. She was always kind to him, playing with him when she and Uncle Lamb Lamb came to visit. He missed her and never knew what had happened to her.

Bartie tugged at Savannah's jacket, a bit of urgency in his little voice. "Wait!" The boy was trying to get one last look at the stranger he believed was Jessica.

Bertrand sighed heavily and grabbed his son's hand. "It's not, Bartie. It is not like you to run up to a stranger like that. Frankly, "I'm just a little bit confused as to why you would do that." 

Bartie felt tears welling up in his eyes. He felt as if it was her and his parents weren't trying. He whimpered in protest, "It has to be her! It has to be!" 

Bartie began crying as Savannah picked him up, tears in her eyes as Bertrand frowned sadly at his family. Bertrand cleared his throat and kissed her forehead while rubbing his son's back. 

"I think it's time to go home, Bartie… We'll talk on the way." Bertrand gave.

Meanwhile...

Central Park, New York

Jessica sat on a bench in central park on her day off. It was something she tended to do to pass the time. It reminded her of happier times when she and Liam would walk hand in hand in the palace's gardens.

She reclined on the bench watching all the people pass by. 

Then she heard a little boy laughing a high-pitched contagious shriek as his Dad chased him in the grass. 

Jessica smiled as the boy's Dad caught him and held him in his arms. However, her smile faltered and slowly faded as a memory came to her mind.

She sat on a blanket in the grass next to Savannah as Bertrand and Maxwell went inside the Beaumont Estate for something for the picnic. Jessica smiled to herself as Liam chased a shrieking Bartie in the grass. Bartie ran towards Jessica for safety.

Jessica held up a hand and said, "Back, Beast! You have no power here!" 

Liam chuckled to himself as he crouched down, crawled towards them, and said, "That's where you're wrong, Princess. For I have THIS!" He held up a simple flower.

Jessica played along, shielding herself. "Oh no! Bartie, the Brave, save yourself! He has…The scepter! He's too powerful!" 

Bartie screamed with laughter as Liam pounced on them both, growling and kissing Jessica's cheek and tickling Bartie. Jessica couldn't contain the excited giggle contagious from Bartie's giggles. 

Savannah laughed to herself as Liam sat back with a chuckle to himself. 

Bartie hugged Jessica as she smiled down at him, and he smiled up at her. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. She loved Bartie, but the idea of one day having her own child with Liam filtered through her mind.

Jessica kissed Bartie's little head, cradling him to her, and she sat up as Liam kissed her head too. Both watched Bartie wobble over to his Mother.

Jessica sat on the bench and watched that little boy around the age Bartie should be now run to his Mom to hold her hand. The Dad wrapped an arm around the Mom as they walked away.

Jessica couldn't help staring. Remembering Bartie and how soft his little cheeks were, how his eyes twinkled when he smiled at her, how excited he was to see her. The idea that she hurt him by leaving, that she would never get to hug him again…It was heartbreaking. She just prayed he understood and maybe barely remembered her being as young as he was. At least that way, it wouldn't hurt as much on his part.

The little boy must have noticed her staring. He smiled and waved at her. As she watched them leave the park, Jessica waved back with a sad smile.

Her hand shakily went to her mouth as she felt her eyes water. She had no choice but to leave Cordonia, no matter how much it pained her.

Jessica sniffled to herself as she stood up. Thoughts of what she left behind and what she almost had were painful reminders to her now. She hoped that one day she could have the courage to return to see her Cordonian family again, even if it meant having to face the fact that in her mind Liam was happily married with children because maybe in knowing that she could find her own sense of closure and start anew.

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