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f1luver-95 · 4 months

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Fate Charles Leclerc Story…

…Chapter 1…

...January 2022...

Today was the day.... the day that I would be walking down the aisle to my future. It's scary to think that at 26 years old I will be someone's wife.

I can't help but smile as I remember the times when I was five years old dressing up in our mothers wedding dresses with my best friend Lucy. We would dream about how our lives would be as we grew up.

We would always say that no matter what or no matter where we were in the world we would always be there for each other through the good, the bad and the ugly. Lucy has always been my person, we were inseparable growing up, and too this day we are still inseparable. She is the only person besides my family that I can count on, she loves me unconditionally.

It's crazy how much has changed since the days when we would dress up in wedding dresses and plan our imaginary weddings.

Looking at myself in the mirror... my blue eyes starring back at me as I took a deep breath.

My long brown hair in a low bun with wisps of hair framing my face. My freckles hidden under the layers of makeup that I never usually wore, I looked unrecognizable.

The nerves of the wedding making me feel nauseous. I felt like the weight of the world was on my shoulders and that I could throw up at any minute.

I could feel a small tear form at the corner of my eye as it slowly rolled down my cheek. I reached up and wiped it away as I contemplated my next move. I had watched enough romantic movies to know, I wasn't supposed to be feeling this way on my wedding day.

Was it cold feet or was it my body telling me that marrying him was not the right decision?

Before I met Jake I was a different person then the one staring back at me today.

But now that I'm staring at my reflection in the mirror, I'm starting to hate the person I have become. I have become someone who lets herself be manipulated, treated like crap and never stands up for herself, because I was scared to rock the boat.

I've become the women who begs to be loved by the person who is treating her horribly.

I have been so focused on making him happy that I have neglected myself, and what I needed to make myself happy.

Growing up my parents made sure that my sister and I always knew how strong and powerful we are. Somewhere along the way I lost that sense of empowerment, and all I wanted was to get that feeling back.

I used to love going on adventures. Lucy and I were constantly going on fun adventures, traveling the world and exploring different countries and cultures.

Heck I even spent my early 20's living in Australia and England, working as a live in nanny.

Working with children is one of the only things that truly made me feel happy and free. Like I can be 100 percent myself.... I feel confident and I'm not afraid of being judged when I am with children.

I could escape from my head, the part of me that is constantly worried about people judging me. So I made it my mission to make working with children my career.

Jake always hated that I chose to work with children as my career. I would always hear 'get a real job,' 'your job is so easy anyone could do it... I could even do it if I wanted too.'

Every single time he would make those comments he made me feel useless and worthless.

Did I really want to marry someone who made me feel this way?

If you asked me six years ago about my wedding day, I would have told you it would have been the best day of my life.

Things at the beginning were perfect, he swept me off my feet and made me feel so loved and like I was his priority.

Sadly things have been different ever since Jake proposed to me. His mom moved in with us when she divorced her fifth husband. The second that she told Jake she was getting a divorce she started making statements that she couldn't be on her own and that she needed her son to take care of her. The next day Jake packed up her stuff and she moved in with us... not that I had much say as I was the one to move in with Jake.

Over time it became evident that he was slowly choosing her over me, canceling our dates so that he could be there for his mom.

I absolutely hated it when I was alone with her because she would make comments like, 'why are you on birth control and using condoms? Your supposed to be giving me grand babies...' meaning that she went through our garbage can in our bedroom.

Every time I would tell Jake what she would say to me he would not believe me. After a while I wouldn't tell him, because what was the point if he wasn't going to believe me anyway.

It was almost like he had only proposed because his mom forced him. He was not interested in any part of the wedding planning and every time I mentioned it to him he would roll his eyes or not even look at me, to busy playing his video game.

Every time he would get mad at me he would tell me he loved me a little bit less each time. He would make comments that I was stupid or dumb when I didn't understand something.

I couldn't help but wonder if I was making the right decision by marrying him.

Did I truly love him, or did I love the idea of getting married and starting a family?

Everything was setup for the wedding. We had booked a hotel venue, that has a gorgeous event room that over looked the Miami waters.

I heard a knock on the door, breaking me from my thoughts.

I turned around in the chair I was sitting in and saw my little sister Katie and Lucy walk into the room, a nervous look on both their faces.

"What's wrong?" I questioned as I quickly jumped up from the seat I was sitting in and rushed over to them. Fearing that something had gone wrong with the venue set up.

Katie was in charge of making sure the tables were set just the way I had envisioned. And Lucy was the person the vendors were supposed to contact if there was something wrong.

"We are so worried about you, you have not seemed happy the couple of years but especially the last 6 months. You are supposed to be so happy leading up to your wedding." Lucy said as she pulled me into a big hug.

"Danielle, please don't be mad at us. We did it because we love you, and you deserve to do the things that make you happy." My little sister Katie said as she walked farther into the room I was occupying holding a small white envelope in her hands.

I looked at her, curious. "What are you talking about?"

"Just read the letter." Lucy said as she looked down, afraid to look me in my eyes.

My eyes glanced down at the letter that was now in my hands. I looked at the address that the letter came from and it came from Monaco, which confused me even more. I didn't know anyone from Monaco. I quickly opened the letter and began to read.

Dear Ms. Danielle Andersen,

Thank you so much for applying for the nanny position.

We are extremely impressed with your resume, and your experience as a live in nanny in both England and Australia. Your previous employers could not say enough good things about you.

We look forward to welcoming you into our home and into our busy lifestyle, we believe you are the perfect fit.

We look forward to getting to know you better,

Kelly Piquet and Max Verstappen

I looked up from the letter shocked, what has just happened? What had I just read?

Max Verstappen... wasn't he the formula 1 racer?

I didn't know much about the sport just that he was consistently winning races.

They wanted ME to be their nanny...

Just the thought of traveling to new places made my heart jump in excitement... Something that I hadn't felt in a while.

"Oh, Katie... Lucy" I started before pausing, trying to find the right words to say as a tear slowly started to roll down my cheek.

My head spinning as a million different thoughts ran though my head.

I thought about the letter I just read, and the marriage I was about to jump headfirst into... the marriage that seemed to be already falling apart at the seams.

"Elle, I have seen you suffering in silence for years. I've seen you slowly lose your light and your beautiful smile." Lucy said as she cupped my face between her hands, using one of her thumbs to gently brush away the tear that was slowly running down my face.

I could see her take a deep breath as Katie started speaking.

"We miss your smile; we miss your adventurous spirit. The moment you met Jake, you have been slowly but surely losing yourself to make him shine and be happy. When has he ever put you first? When has he ever established boundaries with his mom? You spent 4 years in a relationship where all you did was put them first. For gods sake you neglected your own happiness to provide and take care of them."

Katie took another deep breath as she pulled me into her arms for a big hug.

"Last week we were looking for nanny jobs overseas for you, and this one popped up. I quickly called Lucy and we decided that we should apply for you; we hoped you would get it. So, you could leave this place, and start over."

Tears welled in my eyes as I pulled both her and Lucy into a big group hug.

My wedding dress suddenly feeling a little bit tighter than when I put it on 10 minutes prior, as the nerves of what I was about to do started to get the better of me.

"Katie, you're supposed to be the little sister, when did you get so wise?" I said as I gave her a big hug, thankful for the comfort as tears started to roll down my face.

"I'm going to do it. I have been sacrificing my happiness for way too long. Traveling and being a nanny makes me happy. Now I just need to go tell Jake that I don't want to get married anymore."

"I love you big sis! Now go tell Jake, I'll go tell mom and dad that the wedding is cancelled." Katie said as she gave me a big hug. "I'm so proud of you for finally choosing you, for finally doing what is going to make you happy."

"I'll go tell the venue and the vendors that the wedding is cancelled." Added Lucy as she gave me another big hug, before making her way down to the event space.

I picked up the glass of champagne that was sitting of the table beside me and chugged it before making my way out of the room and down the hall was to where Jake was getting ready for our wedding.

'That's odd.' I thought as I noticed a pair of red heels right by the door of the suit, that the hotel wedding venue had given us.

With each step I took I could feel my heart beating faster and faster as I noticed things around the room.

Looking for any sign or signal that something was not right.

Every step I took, I could feel my heart sink as the realization started to sink in.

The further I stepped in the room the more I noticed, there were two glasses of half drank wine sitting beside a box of untouched chocolate covered strawberry, and an opened box of condoms.

'What the fuck?' I questioned. I could feel my body start to shake in anticipation of what I was about to see next.

When I got to the door of bathroom, I could hear the sound of the shower running, as well as the sounds of loud moans echoed through the room.

Instantly my heart dropped, 'how could he do this to me on our wedding day?' I could feel the tears weld up in my blue eyes.

I was not going to let him see me cry, I was not going to give him the satisfaction of letting him see me hurt.

I took a deep breath and mustered up all the courage I could, as I reached for the door handle.

"Elle" screamed Jake as soon as he saw me. Quickly trying to cover up the person he was having an affair with his body.

To my surprise, the person he was having sex was my childhood friend Alexis.

"YOU!" I screamed as I pointed at him, "How could you? And with my friend."

"Elle, let me explain" stuttered Jake as he frantically reached around for a towel as he stepped out of the shower.

I looked over towards Alexis and I could see her smirking at me. Just the sight of her smirking at me made my anger boiling inside of me come to a head.

"Elle, babe. It's not my fault that you couldn't satisfy Jake sexually. I'm only giving him what you couldn't." Alexis said as she twirled soaking wet blond hair around her ring finger, the biggest smirk on her face.

"Alexis, babe" I mimicked " a little word of advice, he's only with you because you made it easy for him. Do yourself a favour and get out now. You don't want to have to deal with him or his mother."

"And YOU, are you fucking kidding me... after everything I have put up with for you. You couldn't do the decent thing and tell me you wanted to end things instead of cheating on me with my friend. I dealt with the constant lies and manipulation from both you and your mother. I had to live with the controlling behaviours, afraid to stand up for myself. I put up with all of that for you because I loved you. I put your happiness before my own. I stopped doing the things I love because of you. I was losing myself to make you happy. And you didn't even notice, you were too busy fucking my best friend."

Quickly I slipped off the engagement ring that had been on my ring finger for the last for two years, throwing it on the ground as I walked out of the room, my head held high so that they did not have the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

When I got into my car the tears ran down my cheeks like a waterfall as I desperately tried to wipe them away.

"Fuck them." I screamed out in frustration as I put my car in dive. 'I deserve better than the way he treated me. I'm going to find someone who treats me better than Jake ever did'

I quickly turned onto the highway and made my way to the apartment I had been living in for the past 3 years.

In record time I packed up my belongings and put them into the trunk of my vehicle. Thankfully I didn't have much things at the apartment.

I drove to my parents house to drop off my belongings, as I only planned on bringing my carryon and one suitcase.

I was going to drive to the airport and hop on the first flight out to Monaco so I could start me new adventure. I was not going to let anything stop me from being myself and happy again.

I could see my parents standing at the door, waiting for me when I pulled into their driveway.

"Oh Elle," my mother said as she pulled me into a big hug as soon as I stepped out of the car. "I'm so proud of you, what you did takes a lot of courage and strength."

"Hey, it's my turn to hug her now." My dad teased as he pulled me from my mothers arms and gave me a big hug. I couldn't help but smile as a tear rolled down my cheek, there is something about a fathers embrace that makes you feel safe and loved. "I'm so proud of the women you are today. I will always be here to support you, no matter what."

"Hey! Is it my turn yet? Elle has a plane to catch" Katie whined as she pulled me into her arms for a big hug. "Love you big sister, amazing things are about to come your way. Please promise me something... If love comes knocking on your door, please don't be afraid to answer it. I have a feeling your person is on his way to you."

"I promise." I said giggling.

"Here's your plane ticket." Dad said as he handed me a plane ticket. "As soon as Katie told us about the job opportunity we booked your flight."

"But how did you know you I was going to take the job?"

"We had faith that you would finally see what we have been seeing for the last three years. You deserve the world Elle. Fight for what you want and don't settle just because your afraid of the unknown." My father said as he pulled me close for another hug.

"If you ever need us, please call and we will be on the first flight to you." My mother added as she gave me one last hug.

I waved goodbye to my sister and parents and hopped into a Uber making my way to the Miami airport to start my new adventure.

Once I got to the airport I thanked the driver and made my way inside the airport my carry one and suitcases wheeled behind me.

There was only a small crowd of people at the airport, so checking into the flight and going through security was effortless.

Before making my way to the gate, I stopped by the Starbucks and got myself a grande ice Carmel macchiato.

I was just about to start walking when I felt something knocking into me, causing the coffee I was holding in my arms to spill all over me.

"Oof" I gasped out, looking down at my now coffee stained white T-shirt.

"oh mon dieu." The handsome stranger said, as he looked down at my now stained t-shirt.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking."

His thick French accent catching my attention.

I looked up at the stranger who had bumped into my me and I couldn't help but get lost in his beautiful green eyes.

I could see a faint blush on his cheeks as he was embarrassed about knocking into me.

"Please don't worry, it was an accident. I also wasn't paying attention to where I was going." I said smiling at the stranger hoping to make him feel better about the whole situation.

"Anyways, I kind of like the new look. I know I usually drink my coffee not wearing it, but I think this could be a new fashion trend." I joked trying to make this beautiful stranger laugh.

It was music to my ears when his laugher filled the air.

"Here, please take my sweatshirt. It's the least I can do for ruining your shirt." He said as he pulled the hoodie over his head and held it out for me to take.

"Oh no, really it's okay." I said as I tried to hand back the hoodie that was now in my hands.

"Please." He begged, as he smiled at me.

"Fine," I huffed admitting defeat as I pulled the hoodie over my head, catching a whiff of the cologne he was wearing. Damn he smelled amazing. "Thank you."

"It's the least I could do, it looks better on you anyways." He said as he ran his fingers through his hair smiling. The movement, allowed me to see his bicep muscles that were peaking out from his white t-shirt.

"Calling passengers on flight 130 to Italy. The plane is ready for boarding. Calling all passengers in first class to board first" Rang through the speakers throughout the airport.

"That's me." The stranger sighed as he gave me a small smile. "Have a safe flight."

"You too." I said as I watched him walk towards his gate.

I couldn't help but giggle as I thought about what just happened, as I made my way to my gate. This kind of stuff happens in movies... not to normal people like me.

…Charles's POV…

As I rushed to reach my gate, my mind couldn't help but drift to the beautiful brown hair, blue eyed women.

I couldn't get the pictures of her wearing my hoodie out of my mind, the way it hung loosely on her petite body.

The images of her smiling face engraved into my mind the moment I bumped into her spilling all her coffee on her.

Thankfully she was drinking an ice coffee or the accident would have been more serious.

The sound of her laugh when she joked with me about me spilling her coffee all over her. I could tell that she was trying to make me feel better about the whole situation.

As I reached the gate, slightly out of breath I could see my little brother Arthur standing at the gate waiting for me to board.

"Bro, What took you so long?" He questioned as he saw me rush towards him a big smile on my face. "Dude, why are you smiling like that? And what the hell happened to your sweatshirt?"

"Bro, I think I just ran into my future wife." I sighed as her adorable smile pierced through my mind. "I just wish there was some way, I could find her again."

I quickly told him what happened as i handed the lady at the gate my passport, and boarding pass.

"Bro, if it's meant to be you will run into her again, hopefully not making a fool of your self this time." Arthur teased as we walked towards our seats.

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martianbugsbunny · 10 months

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Locked In This Embrace (An Espionage Husbands Fic)

*Shapeshifts from being a filing cabinet* So funny story, this started out as like, a good old fashioned scene rewrite fic where I just thieved the dialogue from the show itself and added some inner monologue and of course my own twist at the end bc otherwise what's the point? and OF COURSE the scene I picked was the forehead touch scene between Nick and Talos, I'm obsessed with it. It was supposed to be basically just that scene plus a romantic end, real short and sweet.

It kind of got away from me and consumed several hours of my life. I analyzed the scene itself so a lot of the gestures Talos makes in the fic are actually what he was doing onscreen. His inner monologue is matched to the canon gestures/facial expressions and I swear on the ship it works so well he could actually be thinking that stuff in canon. At this point half or less of the fic is the actual scene rewrite, that's how much of my own material I added.

...and yes, the title is derived from a post I made earlier about this exact scene. It's maybe not the best title but that's my weak spot so that's how it is.

Here's my offering to the blorbo gods and the Espionage Husbands fandom, read on and enjoy!

“I am so sorry,” Fury said.

“Me too,” Talos replied, his voice low. He savored the feeling of Furys forehead pressed against his, sharing space, breathing the same air; he had lost one love, but the other lived, and the fact that Fury cared enough to meet him with a Skrull embrace rather than a Human one returned a bit of the warmth to his heart that he had lost when Soren died. “Soren loved you,” he said. It felt right to remind Fury of that—Fury, who had cared for her almost as much as Talos had.

“But she worried, mate,” he went on (he was never quite sure if he was using that word in the Human context of "friend" or in the Skrull one of "partner"), “That it would take something like this to bring you back to Earth.”

Fury pulled away to look Talos in the eyes. “I guess she was right,” Talos finished.

For a moment, Fury said nothing. Talos wondered if he knew that the word ‘Earth’ was never the one that he or Soren had used when worrying over Fury’s absence from their lives. Talos remembered her saying, only a few days before she died, “I’m afraid of what it will take to bring him back to us.”

But Fury didn’t know that.

He cupped his hands around Talos’s face for a brief moment; far too little time, yet so precious, and then let go and sighed heavily. “Tell me about Gravik,” he said, and Talos tried not to let it show in his face how horribly heartbroken he was that Fury could move on from such a personal moment so quickly. Fury was back for Earth, not for…well, now it was just him. Even if he did feel for Talos the way Talos did for him, which Talos had never been able to decipher or been bold enough to ask, there were more important things to do than trying to determine where the two of them stood.

And still…Talos was never one to let things go. “Let’s just talk about you first,” he suggested. “We’ve been helping you for all these years, to ensure that you kept your promise. But after the Blip…you were different.” Life during those five years had been a nightmare for Talos, even though he had survived. It was terribly complicated, being grateful that his wife and daughter had been spared, and yet grieving the loss of Nick like the loss of his soul. If he hadn’t had Soren to lean on, Talos hated to think of how completely the darkness would have enveloped him.

“You disappeared.” That was the final pang. After all the agony of the Blip, Fury had been returned to life and Talos had, for a moment, hoped he could finally ask, once and for all, where their relationship truly stood. And then—he was gone. Settled in space, almost as lost to Talos as he had been when he was dead.

“Carol Danvers disappeared,” Talos said. She, like Fury, was supposed to be helping the Skrulls find a home. He was less angry at her, though, because she wasn’t Fury. She didn’t occupy that same space in his heart. “And—so did G’iah.”

Fury turned to him. “Your daughter disappeared? To where?”

“She was young. Angry that our people still don’t have a home.” G’iah was the one person he loved more than Fury, and Talos didn’t hesitate to defend her to him, even though he was utterly disappointed in her decisions. But like he said, G’iah wasn’t evil. A lot of rebel Skrulls weren’t. Just angry.

“Many of them were upset. I got kicked off the Council, pushed into exile, but Gravik—Gravik, mate, he took your abandonment—” Talos couldn’t quite look Fury in the eyes where he said that word—“that much harder.”

When they went back downstairs so Maria Hill could brief Fury on the rebel Skrulls, Talos tried not to read too much into it that Fury sat next to her, on the complete opposite end of the table from himself. She was, after all, the closest friend Fury had.

He also hated that, as the only Skrull at the table, it was his job to break the news to Fury just how precarious the Gravik situation was. “We brought you here for a reason,” he said. A far heftier one than my broken heart, he reminded himself, realizing that it was probably about to get a lot more cracked. “If he succeeds…your species will cease to exist.”

Fury stood up abruptly, pushing his chair back from the table. “Shit,” he muttered. “I’m going for a walk.”

“You’re going for a walk—in Moscow, at night?—You’re gonna stand out.” Even if he couldn’t meet Fury’s gaze, Talos couldn’t resist the urge to warn him off from getting hurt.

And then just like that he was gone.

Talos stared at Maria across the table. He didn’t care that his expression was probably giving away how he was feeling—he wasn’t even sure what label to put on it, so why should he bother to hide it?

“He loves you, you know,” she said, after a drawn-out moment of silence. “When I told him I was calling at your request…well, his tone changed awful quickly.”

That was the call where not only had Fury been summoned back to Earth, he had also learned of Soren’s death. Talos had insisted Maria tell him; the wound was too fresh, and he hadn’t wanted the first time he saw Nick after all those years to be a moment for breaking bad news.

“I’m not so sure,” Talos answered. He got up to look through the fridge—he didn’t truly like a lot of human food, but there were some fruits that tasted nearly identical to Skrull produce, and he kept a stock of them whenever possible. He pulled out a half-eaten can of lychees and a fork from the silverware drawer. “He left.”

Maria followed him to the kitchen area, leaning against the small counter. “The Blip hurt everyone, Talos. The rest of the world may not think so, but you and I know that he’s only human. He needed the time away.”

“He could have spent it with us.” “Why are you so hung up on that? I know you missed him—”

“Missed him?” Talos shoved the can to the side and turned towards Maria. “If you can say that lungs would ‘miss’ oxygen or that veins would ‘miss’ blood, then yeah. I missed him.” He buried his head in his hands. “It wasn’t just those five years, Maria. For decades I’ve wondered if he loved me, always too afraid to hear that answer was no to even ask, always sure that if he felt so, he would tell me.”

“You could have told him how you felt,” Maria reminded him.

“I could have. And he could have. We wasted all that time and I just—I can’t help but believe that if he had been down here with us, like he should’ve been, maybe he could have done what I couldn’t. Maybe Soren would still be alive.”

He abandoned us, Talos wanted to say. It was what most Skrulls believed about Nick Fury, although Talos could’ve told them they had no idea what it was to be abandoned by him.

Soren had never made a secret of her affection for Fury; all those years locked away from her husband in Mar-Vell’s lab had taught her how precious love was, and how freely it should be expressed. Talos, on the other hand, feared rejection. Loneliness. Ages of being hunted by the Kree, mistrusted and reviled by other species, had taught him that. And yet…with Soren by his side, it was always clear that Fury had a home with them if he wanted it. And Fury had accepted that offer and lived with them from time to time, his nearness and his close relationship with Soren driving Talos mad.

Why did he give up that home when they needed so badly to see him alive and well after his death?

Suddenly Talos remembered something else Soren had said. They had been washing dishes together, while Fury was in the living room admiring some drawings that G’iah had made.

“You’re a stubborn man, Talos. And I love you for it. Anyone else might have given up on finding us again.” She handed him a plate to dry. “But…I wonder what it would take for you to take a leap of faith.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” (He did.)

“Hand him your heart, Talos, and trust him not to break it.”

Soren had been able to do it all that time, and it had never cost her. Yet even now, when he was finally reunited with Fury, Talos had only been able to give him Soren’s love, and not his own.

It was on him as much as it was on Fury that they had never determined what they were to each other. And it was his inability to protect Soren, not Fury’s absence from them, that had cost Soren her life, Talos decided.

When Fury finally returned from his walk (and a kidnapping, Talos was alarmed to hear) he informed them that he had set up a bug in an associate’s house and was expecting to get new intel on Gravik’s plans soon. Maria took charge of setting up their end of the surveillance equipment, and Talos determined to take his chance and do what Soren had advised him to do years ago.

“Fury, can I talk to you for a moment?” he asked. He noticed Maria smirking and wanted to sigh. “It’s….” Not information on which the fate of Earth or Humanity hung, but still….“Important.”

To Talos's surprise, Fury’s irritation with him had entirely dissipated, no doubt in light of the new information they were about to get. They went back up to the roof and stood looking out at the city together, the silence amiable.

Talos reached over and took Fury’s hand. His fingers were cold. “I’ve always loved you,” he said, staring straight ahead. “And I’m sorry it took me so long to say it.”

Fury smiled. “I had guessed. Figured you would say it when you were ready—didn’t quite expect that to take three decades.” He pulled Talos close and repeated the Skrull forehead touch they had done earlier, their fingers still intertwined. A single tear slipped down Talos’s face. “I love you too.”

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xjulixred45x · 27 days

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Hi, I asked for your Belios thoughts and I wanted to do so again for another villain. Who is Ophelia and what are your thoughts on her ? Go as visceral as you want

**cracking fingers** Lets see-

Odalia is a very good representation of a narcissistic parent (IN MY OPINION) not only because she is a clearly privileged woman with a great self-image, but because it is the only thing that matters to her.

Narcissistic parents usually make their children have to EARN their affection, which is precisely what Ofelia does with Amity, either with good grades or advertising their products (which is more like being on their "good side" but it is equally abusive), Ofelia makes this look like something "fair" with her typical phrase that "a Blight always keeps his end of the deal" which is just a way of justifying his horrible way of parenting, based on negotiations, rewards and PUNISHMENTS .

deal- good grades, do what I tell you, be the best

Reward - you have my favor and love

punishment if you fail - can range from breaking your property (like the tamagochi Amity had to talk to Luz), directly/indirectly harming people who make you reveal yourself (expulsion from Hexside, using Luz for the test), etc.

It is honestly DISGUSTING how she even forces Amity (a 14 YEAR OLD girl, her DAUGHTER) to look like her by dyeing her hair, removing a trace of her important identity just so she can live through her. Although this is more obvious (and said as is in the series) with her obsession with the emperor's coven, a dream that she could never fulfill, so she forces her daughter to fulfill it for her, she lives through her.

This already makes her a character worth hating, but if we go deeper, for example, her toxic relationship with her husband Alador is even worse, since she practically has the man so obsessed with his work and so IDIOTIZED and accustomed to her controlling way, that the poor man lacks a real personality since he has been with Odalia (when he was young he seemed much happier, although in general being with a narcissist drains all your energy).

(even more flavor if we consider the theory that Darius and Alador were friends but because of Odalia they broke up).

overall I'm glad she wasn't redeemed, because NO abusive parent/partner deserves a happy ending or to be forgiven for what they did, other than in character, they are VERY unlikely to change.

In general, Odalia is made to be hated, and she succeeds. I like their concept and how they worked it so well despite their few appearances.

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Ofelia es una muy buena representación de un padre narcisista (EN MI OPINIÓN) no solo porque es una mujer claramente privilegiada y con una gran imagen de si misma, sino porque es lo unico que le importa.

los padres narcisistas suelen hacer que sus hijos tengan que GANAR su afecto, que es justamente lo que hace Ofelia con Amity, ya sea con buenas notas o hacer publicidad a sus productos (que es mas bien oara estar de su "lado bueno" pero es igual de abusivo), Ofelia hace ver esto como algo "justo" con su tipica frase de que "un Blight siempre cumple su parte del trato" que es solo una forma de justificar su horrible forma de paternidad, basada en negociaciones, premios y CASTIGOS.

trato- buenas notas, haz lo que te digo, se lo mejor

premio - tienes mi favor y amor

castigo si fallas- puede ir desde romper tu propiedad(como el tamagochi que tenia Amity para hablar con Luz), dañar directamente/indirectamente a gente que te haga revelarte(la expulsion de Hexside, usar a Luz para la prueba), etc.

Es sinceramente DESAGRADABLE como incluso obliga a Amity(una niña de 14 AÑOS, su HIJA) a parecerse a ella mediante teñirse el pelo, quitandole un rastro de identidad importante solo para poder vivir atravez de ella. aunque esto es mas obvio(y dicho tal cual en la serie) con su obsesión con el aquelarre del emperador, un sueño que ella nunca pudo cumplir, asi que obliga a su hija a cumplirlo por ella, vive atravez de ella.

esto ya la hace un personaje digno de odiar, pero si vamos mas profundo a por ejemplo su relación tóxica con su esposo Alador es aun peor, siendo que prácticamente tiene al man tan obsesionado con su trabajo y tan IDIOTIZADO y acostumbrado a su forma controladora, que el pobre hombre carece de una personalidad real desde que esta con Odalia(cuando era joven se veia mucho mas feliz, aunque en general estar con un narcisista te drena toda la energia).

(aun mas sabor si consideramos la teoria de que Darius y Alador eran amigos pero debido a Odalia ellos se separaron).

en general me alegra que ella no fuera redimida, porque NINGUN padre/pareja abusivos merecen un final feliz o que se les perdone por lo que hicieron, aparte de que en personaje, es MUY poco probable que cambien.

en general Odalia esta hecha para que la odies, y vaya que lo logra. me gusta su concepto y como lo trabajaron tan bien pese a sus pocas apariciones.

Shares, reglogs and comments are very welcome!

Btw, i will take longer than expected with the Request bc i will adopt a new dog soon! But i think i'll be able to publish something this week. Love ya ❤️

#drabble #toh #the owl house #the owl house odalia #the owl house blights #the owl house amity #toh amity #toh odalia #odalia sucks as a mother lol #but def is a good example of serious writing of an abusive parent

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Watch "Halloween II (2/10) Movie CLIP - Mistaken for a Murderer (1981) HD" on YouTube

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It is because of the scene and Lily was involved in having mom hit and Lily keep saying I'm tired of mom being in the way and she says she hit her and her son is very tired of the ugly little girl and her stupid attitude and her idiot husband was her brother were tired of brad. And there are a few more things wrong there on the roof fixing the tarp and I guess takes time you have to be careful walking but it's been broken that way for like a year and they're making new holes because the old holes were bad enough but really it is not the way to do it and we hate them so we're going to fire them and have the roof fixed.

This movie our son and daughter picked out because Brad is kills his it gets killed because of the scene where he lit Michael Myers on fire and doesn't understand who he is and it was explained to him he still doesn't get it doesn't think it's a girl because it's a man it's mutated in has a weiner any chance and she's wondering why and she can't figure it out and it's horrible so he's trying to burn the guy he thinks it's a guy and it's his daughter and people are having it done to him yeah and she came back and blew him up in the hospital and she was burned as well but walked out alive just as she did walk out of this and she can't explain it and thinks his power and there's a moron because our son and daughter are doing it to them because they have to use something to try and survive so basically he blows up in the spring it's not the end of the story he blows up and he's burned badly and he covered his head with his jacket and his brain is intact Tommy have took his brain out and put it in the RoboCop robot movie and he had a lot of people he was trying the robots on many who couldn't stand it but mostly he was not putting them in there correctly and they died gruesome deaths and it was because his men went through living hell for almost no reason because these people ruin everything that they touch and they're very very sacrilegious and lame and blasphemous and it's true and they were after him the whole time and didn't tell anybody even our son didn't really realize it until he said you know you know all about this guy that's been thousands of years but here it is that Brad is taken at the hospital. This is happening shortly after tonight in a period tomorrow they are all rounded up and executed and they flee Florida and these people do too. It's not a bad job they're doing with the tarp it's just that they're putting more holes in they're not using the old they're not pulling the old ones out so it could be a lot worse

Thor Freya

We have to sort of have them do the job and everybody keeps on ruining what they're doing and it's like well hey they hate you they hated everyone hates the other ones too but we are doing the work here kind of they're almost done and it's not that bad

Frank Castle Hardcastle

I appreciate the work and the effort we're going to have to work the back side or afterwards because it always annoys the living s*** out of him and his wife Freya I do appreciate the fact that the work is not done right in his but it really is a kind of a an emergency and it's good that it's getting done I didn't notice it needed it I appreciate your time and working with them it's impossible these days

Zues Hera

We do thank you it's working hard people don't have patience for them and they're growling and sneering then again we don't have patience for them it's going off and it's going to be done in a moment and they'll be off and jubilant and having a great time fighting each other and it is John rhema Lord and Jason and they like the fight and they're not going to like it real soon they figure out what they've been doing to each other up there

Duke Nukem Blockbuster

I'm going to publish now

Olympus

I hate these two the passion I want them dead but I do see what he's saying but still there's a way to do it and I think we're protecting them and they're idiots just like lily as Michael Myers it's ridiculous her own father is killing her and she ends up killing him and they're completely powerless and don't get it eventually they do and they start fighting the empire but once again it's Stan and the wrong one

Hera

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Fifteen things I noted about CR2E137 “Welcome to Cognouza” and the Talks Machina about it :

oh they are giddy this episode, from the start

I love the Astral Sea, the image of black void and stars and weird things floating, and you can voyage through it quicker if you're more intelligent

Jester, to Sheepleb, basically : "Caleb ! Just stop being a sheep !". And then there's the Caduceus way : he just hits the sheep, and it's enough to restore Caleb

Laura, very real about Jester's healing abilities : "I don't have Prayer of Healing prepared, 'cause... let's be honest..."

Side note, in any media, every time someone says "going through the motions", I have in my head the corresponding song from the musical episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS IS HORRIBLE, thank god I've watched Hannibal before and my brain is kinda adjusting to the body horror levels

"before the others know" ? I was like, 'wait, aren't they a hive mind ???' but... yeah, the Somnovem seem to have pushed together uncomfortably, they are a hive mind who does not want to be. Incredible that in just a scene, Matt has shown that : the Nine Eyes each have a name, and... hate the others (?)

Matt, about the gravity : "No, you can feel the tug of it"... Laura, immediately : *snickers like a 12 years old*. Travis, her delighted and devoted husband : "Laura, come on !"

I noted a very nice reference to Travis Willingham's Yeehaw Game Ranch, the song of Dra'kar Noir

Oh no !! BeauYasha are being mind-controlled and are attacking each other, AGAIN.

The immediate regret on Ashley's face after she jokingly said Yasha was "super into tentacles". ICONIC. (bonus Beau : "We'll explore later")

Yesssss I'm so happy, I made the same connections as the cast ! I am French and I have done Latin and I have listened to Taliesin and Sam's hypothesis about the "Somnovem" name. Each eye of the Somnovem seems to be some kind of emotion or feeling, but bigger and exagerated, and the names are rooted in Latin, like the French words : l'ire, le timoré, le coupable, le fastidieux, la merveille...

If there's ever a shirt where we see Sprinkle with the words "I want to die among the stars", I would buy it SO FAST

Tonight, on Talks, Sam is answering questions from his home bicycle, while doing it... Just like he said he would before. The amazing thing is : the answers are good !

Laura reveals that sometimes Travis does the Sprinkle voice at home, and I am delighted by this fact, I don't know why.

#my thoughts #critical role #cr campaign 2 #CR2E137

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anonymous asked: I once read an article that was about how the audience was too hard on Dean as a character and some fans agree with that. What do you think?

I honestly think that at times some fans aren't hard enough on his character, but let me explain my reasoning for this.

Dean as a character is ultimately one that has no real purpose or storyline beyond being Rory's first boyfriend, and a considerate fodder for tension under the guise of romance for Rory when it's convenient for the storyline. I've seen people defend him by saying he's just an 'emotional' teenage boy when it comes to his issues with Rory, but the problem with this is that Dean stops being a teenager around season 3 when he turns 18 and then decides to get married out of high school. I'm not saying that he should suddenly exert the wisdom of a fully-fledged adult, but Dean isn't a teenager for the entirety of his screentime, and this excuse gets old after a while when his behavior becomes unexcusable towards other people aside from Rory. Even if you hate Rory and are glad to see her "fall from grace" once she sleeps with Dean who is still married, that doesn't excuse his behavior towards Lindsay who did nothing wrong to him, in fact often tried to do what he wanted in order to be the perfect wife to a husband who had a job that supported them. It also doesn't excuse him being an immature ass towards everyone else when his issues don't lie with them (particularly with Rory during their relationship but even with Luke in his final season 5 scene).

Another issue is that frankly, we know nothing of Dean's life outside of his relationship with Rory to even claim that he has some horrible or imperfect home life to suggest that that is the reason behind his behavior. The difference between him and Jess and Logan is that we at least know to a certain extent what the latter's parental figures are like, whereas Dean's family just comes off as typically fine? And this is part of why his temper tantrums get incredibly old after a short while, because it goes from a teenage boy being 'emotional' to expecting everyone, but particularly his girlfriend, to do what he wants her to do and for his own comfort. Instead of ever just confronting Jess on his behavior that bothered him so much, he repeatedly takes out his emotional weight on Rory by accusing her of getting Jess in her house when Dean wanted to come by, or getting angry with her for a situation that Jess instigated in the first place with the basket bidding. Even the whole "well Rory emotionally cheated on him!" argument gets old when you see Dean willingly cheat on his wife by lying to Rory about leaving her. I don't think I have to draw out a mental map to explain how Rory trying to distance herself from Jess in order to make her relationship work with Dean in season 3 is still miles better than Dean seemingly having no issue with trying to have a full-fledged affair with Rory in season 5, it's really not even comparable since again, he's the one that was married, not in just a teenage relationship with Lindsay.

Tldr; basically, Dean runs out of all the excuses as he continues to make more than his own share of mistakes throughout his screentime, and his complete lack of positive development doesn't help in leaving any kind of better look on him. And blaming all his mistakes on his ex-girlfriend can only go so far when you remember that he was never held at gunpoint to marry another woman whom he actually didn't love enough, thereby hurting her in the process.

#gilmore girls #anti dean forester #answered #anonymous #also I really cannot with any dean stans trying the 'well you dont know his home life!' excuse #like werent y'all just banging pots and pans telling everyone that JESS's home life is no excuse for his behavior?#so like which is it here?

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Au Pair – Chapter I

It's finally here – I'm sorry this took so long, this past few weeks have been a mess but here it is, our first chapter for the Au Pair series; I kinda hate this, ngl- I always hate first chapters, a lot of introductory info and bla bla but yeah.

In the weird case you happen to enjoy this and want to be added into the taglist (starting next chapter) you can request it here.

Feedback, likes or reblogs are so, so appreciated! I'm very much new to the whole writing world so yeah it'd be really helpful to hear your thoughts about this <3

Love you all, have a wonderful week beauties!

Warnings: none specifically for this chapter – age gap.

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Y/N was tired, to say the least.

And it wasn’t the tiredness she used to feel after a long work shift at her previous job -where her boss was an old, grumpy lady with horrible manners- or the exhaustion felt after spending hours crying due to a fight with her mother. No, this was different. It was a tiredness she couldn’t get rid of; a tiredness no lavender smelling bath or hours upon hours of sleep could amend.

She couldn't pinpoint the exact moment her brain shifted in such a drastic way. Y/N could easily recognize and admit her life had never been an exciting one; a memorable one. Ever since she was a little girl it all seemed to fly by; graduations, birthdays, friendships – nothing ever seemed to leave an impact and nothing ever seemed as exciting as everyone else put it to be. She knew she struggled with allowing herself to enjoy things, but this far her life had been pretty average.

Maybe it was the fact that she was 22 years old and never been in a real relationship what skyrocketed her fear of dying alone. Now, she knew it might seem exaggerated – 22 years wasn’t a long life at all, but the pungent emptiness she’d been feeling felt like her inevitable destiny – like that’s how life was supposed to be for her.

England felt different, though. But in all honesty, her emotions hadn’t had switched into completely different ones like she’d expected to happen when she applied for this job as an Au Pair all the way back in February.

With a steaming hot cup of coffee between her cold hands, she sat down next to Coco (a very soft grey Scottish Fold) on the giant couch of her new home, scratching in between his tiny ears earning a low purr in response. Coco had become one of her closest friends so far, along with Anya, a three year old girl with cute blonde locks and a laugh so contagious it made the muscles on your cheeks ache after a long playdate.

Maybe moving away wasn’t the smartest choice. It actually might be one of the stupidest choices she had ever made, actually – moving all the way across the globe when she cried herself to sleep most nights due to her loneliness overcoming her (almost inexistent) self-awareness. Y/N liked to believe she had a wide understanding of her emotions, but it was a blatant lie.

At least she was distracted for most of the day – taking care of two kids and looking after a teenager wasn’t an easy task. It required a lot of mental presence; but by the time she was in bed at night, it all hit back again. She thought maybe this is how life is supposed to be for her, lonely – maybe it was not her brain playing her tricks but her brain making her see how her life truly was.

It’d been two weeks since the Lockehold family picked Y/N up from the airport, and on one side getting physically adjusted to this new life hadn't been as rough as she thought it’d be. She did have it easy, if she had to admit – a big room in a giant, beautiful home and a car to her disposal. Emotionally, on the other side, life was still the same.

She knew the moment she heard heels hitting the cold marble staircase Bella was on her way down with Ivy, the eldest of the three sisters, following close behind, complaining about a hangout she was apparently going to miss because they “are expecting a guest” as Bella announced, meaning neither of her parents could drive her. That’s how Y/N found herself sitting in her (borrowed) blue Jeep Renegade driving Ivy to her friend Lily’s house – who lived in the same rich, over-the-top neighborhood as her guest family, which meant the ride to and back was no longer than twenty minutes. During those minutes together, though, Y/N could physically feel the irritation running through Ivy’s blood because first, she still wasn’t too fond of Y/N because she is 16 and doesn’t need a babysitter -her words, not Y/N’s- and second, Y/N is still not accustomed to driving on the other side of the road.

Technically, Y/N had the weekends off. Living with the same people who employed her gladly didn’t mean working 24/7, but she hoped she could earn a couple of points in her favor if she took her free time to drive her around.

After a short conversation between the two (where Ivy refused to save Y/N’s number in case an emergency came up because she could always call her dad), Y/N dropped her off and drove back to the Lockehold’s. What caught her off guard, was the sight of someone in the driveway at the house next door getting suitcases out of the trunk of a black cab – there hadn’t been any movement in the old Victorian mansion since she’d moved in next door. A man, definitely very tall, dressed in a dark suit is all Y/N could decipher since it was already dark outside and she had to strictly concentrate on not switching to the opposite side of the road out of habit.

Alex was coming down the stairs when Y/N locked the front door – Bella’s husband was a very handsome man for his age, probably anyone could admit it. He was kind of scary sometimes, but was a true sweetheart on the inside; he’s in his mid-40’s and it was clear as day his family meant everything to him, he even treated Y/N like his own daughter, always making sure she’s comfortable and inviting her to most family hangouts – even though Y/N declined pretty often to allow them to have quality time as a family (and because being too socially involved drained her, but they needn’t have to know that)

“You wanna join us for dinner? We have a guest tonight. A family friend.”

“Oh, no, I'm good, you guys enjoy yourselves. I’ll say hello, though.” Y/N replied with a smile; and as before mentioned, even though she had the weekends to herself, they still loved to insist on her joining them for fancy dinners and whatnot. The Lockehold’s loved being hostesses, loved having people around (from what Y/N learned this past two weeks) but she really wanted -and needed- some time for herself after being with them the entire week, and even though she loved hanging out with them, she just wasn’t in the mood tonight.

“You sure? Bella made homemade pasta, from scratch. Her specialty.” Mouthwatering, Y/N thought. Bella was such an amazing cook, and even though she worked hours upon hours every day, she still came to her husband and kids in time to make dinner every night, not missing a single day.

“Sounds delicious, but I think I’ll pass, I’m just really tired.” And before anyone could make another comment, the loud bell ringing through the main floor of the house startled Y/N as it’s louder than ordinary – and sounded kind of old and creepy, in her opinion. By the time the constant thud in her chest lowered to a normal speed, she could recognize Bella’s voice in the foyer, meaning she was the one who received their guest, with a deep voice following after saying 'thank you for having me'.

"He's here!" Alex clasped his hands together, a wide smile appearing in his face. Y/N followed him into the living room where Bella was already chatting animatedly with a man; tall and with broad shoulders (but not excessively; just the right amount) his figure was leaning slightly forward as he listened to Bella rambling about all the 'good things he had missed while he was away'. His hands were clasped on his back and when he lifted his head, he made direct eye contact with Y/N without even having to search for her eyes. His brown curls were perfectly placed on top of his head looking extremely soft, and when he ran his hand through it Y/N couldn’t help but swallow harshly. He undoubtedly looked like someone who belonged in Hollywood next to a young Leo DiCaprio and he was definitely older than Y/N – probably already in his 30's, she guessed, but ageing like the finest wine. He had the softest looking wrinkles in the corners of his eyes – those eyes, forest green; reminded Y/N of what used to be home for her. His intense gaze held a lot of emotion, a lot of thought, unlike his face, that appeared stiff and cold, with a slight crease between his brows. His pink, heart-shaped lips were pressed in a line, a cute mole adorning one side of his chin.

"Harry! It's so good to see you, we've missed you." Alex's excitement forced him to drift his gaze away from Y/N, leaving her like a heated teenager salivating for him. Y/N honestly thought he might had left her speechless and most likely with increasing probabilities to make a fool out of herself if someone needed her to talk, as she was certain she wouldn't be able to formulate any coherent sentences.

Harry. It totally suited him, Y/N repeated his name a couple of times inside her head to check on its pronunciation. Alex reached him and pulled him in a big hug, patting each other's back, and Harry's lips broke into a huge smile making a line of pearly white teeth appear. And dimples. God, he had dimples.

This is how I die, Y/N thought.

"So good to see you, Alex." If sex was a sound, his voice would definitely be it.

"Your skin is glowing, Harry. Italy always does you wonders." Bella gushed. And she was right – his skin had this beautiful golden undertone, but it looked natural and radiant, almost like the sun itself kissed and caressed his skin with the softest touches. Alex snapped Y/N into reality when he turned to face her and grabbed her hand to pull her closer to them, starting a long introduction no one was paying much attention to, explaining how he’d missed her arrival, like he even cared, and how she was the Au Pair they’d all been talking about ever since February. It wasn’t until Alex mentioned something about Y/N and Harry probably seeing each other a lot she was suddenly interested in what was actually going on.

“He owns the school the girl’s attend.” Alex directed towards her. Now, Y/N assumed the moment she laid eyes on him he was probably rich – who wears a suit to a Sunday dinner with friends? Rich people are weird, that’s something we can all agree on; but owning a school which’s monthly fees per kid were worth three of her salaries? That was quite unexpected.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Harry." Y/N offered him her hand, trying to sound as casual as possible, even if her skin felt like it was burning under his intense gaze and her eyes were definitely betraying her.

"The pleasure’s all mine, Y/N." He shook her hand. His strong hold sent shivers down her spine; the cold rings making a big contrast against the heat his hand radiated and she couldn't help but fantasize about how his touch would feel in some other places.

The sudden embarrassment feeling hot against her cheeks made her turn around impossibly faster, feeling guilty at the dirty thoughts consuming her brain while around her bosses – and in front of him. Making a beeline straight to her room, announcing she was calling it a night, she sent Harry a quick -but quite charming- smile, and couldn’t help but soften at the sound of Anya running down the stairs yelling an excited ‘Harryyyy’ once she was past the kitchen.

She knew she got lucky with her commodities – an entire studio-like apartment past the main kitchen of the house, where the servant’s area used to be located a handful of decades ago; but she cussed in a whisper when she remembered half way through her making of a sandwich (four hours after she’d retreated to her bedroom and because she decided on skipping dinner that night, not having enough energy to cook) that her lazy ass still hadn’t bought mayonnaise. Her small kitchen had enough space to hold her snacks, along with some ingredients to make a few meals, since she only had to worry about food on the weekends. Reluctantly, she took the small plate holding her sandwich and made her way towards the main kitchen. There was no way in hell she’d eat a sandwich with no mayo – never in a million years, too dry to go down her throat.

I guess they won't mind if I grab just enough to put on my sandwich, she thought. The house was quiet, everyone probably already in bed, therefore she almost pissed herself when she found Harry sitting in one of the kitchen stools, looking down at his phone with an annoyed expression adorning his face. Almost as if he could sense someone was in the same room, he looked up to find Y/N standing at the kitchen threshold, his face abandoning any sort of emotion.

"Hey."

"Hi." Y/N walked towards the fridge on the far right of the kitchen, opposite from where she came in. "Sorry, I thought no one was here."

"Don't worry, just waiting for Bella and Alex to come back down to have some tea, they're putting the girls to sleep. Would you like to join us?" He offered. And honestly, she'd love to say yes and just listen to him talk with that deep, melodic voice, but her stomach was really hating her right now.

"I'm good, just grabbing some mayo. Thank you, though." She declined with a small smile.

"Next time." He sounded more demanding than suggesting, which slightly baffled Y/N. "Can I ask where you are from?" He asked respectfully.

"A small town in the Argentine Patagonia." Y/N replied with her back facing him as she busied herself with the mayonnaise container.

"Never been to Argentina. Or anywhere in South America, actually." And when Y/N turned around, sandwich in hand ready to go back to her room, their eyes met across the kitchen and she felt the heat creeping up her neck for the second time that night. Y/N wondered how his gaze was always this intense – she wasn’t a fan of how they’d barely exchanged a few words and somehow she felt so exposed.

"You should. It's beautiful." She almost, almost, choked on her own words and when she looked down at her fuzzy pink socks and back to him to try and calm her growing nerves down, he surprised her when she caught him looking up and down her body – in any other case she definitely would’ve felt creeped out, but there was something about him, the fact that he definitely didn’t do it with the intention of her catching him (she noticed how he shifted uncomfortably on his seat after the exchange) and how he simply added a “I’m sure it is," afterwards, she knew she was fucked right then and there – she wanted him looking at her. Was that something bad?

But then – then she remembered how she was wearing her soft cotton pajamas, and she began wondering if he was just laughing internally at her outfit instead of checking her out like she initially thought. And just like a save from heaven, Bella and Alex appeared in the kitchen discussing who was picking Ivy up from her friend's house. "Hi Y/N, still awake?"

"Yeah, got hungry. Stole a bit of mayo, hope you don't mind." She shyly held the plate up.

"Please, this is your house too." Alex waved her off.

"Thanks. Gonna go back now." Y/N pointed towards the small hallway that led to her room. "Goodnight." Turning her body to walk away, she caught Harry's eyes, again, still staring at her, but decided on simply walking away, breaking eye contact, making that small interaction their last one for the night.

The following week consisted of Anya and Y/N playing lots of fun games, trying to get a word out of Charlie and Ivy ignoring her for the most part. Her relationship with each of them was completely different, each trusting her at their own peace, getting used to having a stranger around. Anya seemed the only one openly excited to hang out with Y/N every day, and even though she could tell Charlie didn't exactly mind her presence, she still hadn't talked to her as much as she'd like her to.

"What are you up to, Charlie?" Y/N asked the seven year old as she sat next to her in the big playroom they had on the main floor. Charlie kept her gaze locked on her drawing with a handful of crayons on her right hand as she drew with her left. "You're left handed? That's so cool!" Bella had mentioned some time ago that Charlie had a really hard time letting people in, Y/N knew it'd take some time for her to see her as a friend -like she wanted her to- rather than someone who gets paid to hang out with her, but Bella confessed Charlie was actually really excited to meet Y/N, which felt like a small relief, knowing she actually wanted her there – unlike Ivy. Charlie spoke only when necessary and struggled with making friends but her psych pedagogue said she's just really shy and that ‘once she breaks out of her shell, she's unstoppable’. "I love the birds you drew here." Y/N pointed at some small birds sitting in a tree branch.

"Bluebirds." She murmured.

Getting a single word from her was considered progress, in Y/N’s opinion, but that’s all she got for the entire afternoon – even after constantly sending comments her way while playing with Anya so Charlie wouldn’t feel left out, not a single word came out of her mouth. Anya mentioned Harry at some point while talking about her favorite doll (which Harry had gifted her for her 3rd birthday) and the flash of captivating green eyes almost blinded her internally (she couldn’t deny she’d thought about Harry every once in a while this past week)

And it wasn’t until later that same day, after spending a long while sitting alone in a nearby park, she got the chance to see him again – even if he had scared her (almost) to death, she couldn’t help but feel an annoying flutter in her stomach.

She would like to say she loved her long walks during the most unreasonable times at night, but her reasoning behind her late night needs of distraction didn’t exactly thrill her. It was during the quietest and most peaceful times of the day when her mind seemed to speed faster than ever before; the sleepless nights and brain-wrecking thinking of how alone and empty she actually felt, along with the laziness and reluctance when it came to things that used to make her happy weighed her down like carrying a sack of potatoes on her back.

As she was walking past her neighbor's house (the one where she had seen that man with the suitcases last week) she noticed someone sitting on the large porch. Weird, she thought. She hadn't noticed any movement in the house since that night a week ago, to the point she even considered it being empty again. The silhouette seemed oddly familiar though she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

"Y/N." She slightly jumped as she heard them call for her, in a strong and deep accent. Was that...

"Harry?" She asked befuddled. Did he live there? She watched as he stood up from his sitting position on the outdoor couch and walked across his front yard to take a closer look at him stopping at the bottom of the short staircase that leads to the porch. "What are you doing up so late?" And then something clicked in her brain – he was probably the man she saw that night, with his suitcases. It made sense, how he probably got home from vacation the same day he had dinner at the Lockehold's – the same day Bella mentioned something about him being in Italy

"Can't sleep." He simply replied, with a small sigh. He then nodded to the seat behind him, and Y/N could physically feel her brain going a thousand miles per minute. She sat on the far left of the couch as he retook his seat on the right, "what are you doing up so late?" He repeated her question.

And Y/N repeated his answer. "Can't sleep."

So they sat in silence, what felt like hours barely being a few seconds. "Didn't know you lived next door." Y/N took the time to take in his side profile - sharp and long nose, the tip curving slightly downwards when he spoke the next line.

"Never mentioned it." He replied apathetically. The unexpected switch in his tone made her immediately shut up, and even though it confused Y/N as to why he would want her joining him if he didn't want to talk, she was dreading going back to her room alone to drown in her thoughts again. She'd take uncomfortable company over being alone when her head got like this, it helped her get distracted; overthinking this situation instead of the same scenarios that constantly lived in her head.

They again sat in silence for a while, this time for longer than a few minutes, and even though it was slightly uncomfortable, there was an unspoken understanding between them. He just wanted company, and so did she. This time, however, it was him who tried for conversation. "Why did you choose England for your Au Pair program?"

"I was actually convinced I was going to choose France," Y/N shared with a soft tone, "but when I met the girls in one of my interviews I just knew I had to come here. Anya was so excited about meeting me, she thought it was already settled." She ended with a small smile on her lips. The memory of Anya smiling happily at her through the computer screen even when she hadn't had met her yet warming her heart.

It was true, the fact that she’d chosen England because of the girls. She wanted to learn French – she knew her way around the English language pretty well; but the French family whom interviewed her didn’t come close to the Lockehold’s at all – she thought maybe the experience of living in a whole different continent with a wonderful family was better than choosing a place because of the language – the experience was being experienced either way.

"Anya is a very special kid. They all are." Harry declared, the left corner of his mouth turning upwards in a small half smile.

Y/N nodded slowly before asking, "How long have you known them?" She could recall Alex saying he was a family friend – but she had no other information about him besides that.

"A while." The small conversation went for a long while, he shared the real reason as to why he was awake so late, explaining how he has struggled with falling asleep ever since he was young, but besides that comment, he kept his life very private; not sharing much information about himself during their chat, and every time Y/N reciprocated a question, he would either answer vaguely or didn't answer at all, changing the subject with another question. "It's really late" He commented, Y/N’s phone reading 1:08am.

"Yeah, I should probably go to bed." She lifted her head to look at him, who was already searching for her eyes. Y/N cleared her throat when a few moments passed by, again, with no one speaking a word. She wondered what could possibly be going through his head at the time, but he nodded, got up and said, "I'll see you around, Y/N." Her name flowed so nicely out of his lips it made her knees get weak. Locking herself in her bedroom (after entering it by the door at the side of the house – which leaded straight to her room) she laid in bed trying to understand why they’d just hang out in his front porch way past midnight when they clearly didn’t know each other very well – or at all, better said.

First day of classes came by in a heartbeat. The first Monday of September Y/N found herself getting up earlier than she was accustomed to, since the girl's sleeping schedule was different during the summer. 6:15am read her alarm when she lazily threw the soft covers off her body. A quick shower and minimal makeup application later, she stood naked next to her bed checking the weather app, as to know how to prepare the girl's clothes.

After putting a soft pink sweater on and a pair of flared jeans, Y/N left the warmth of her room to wake the girls up. Going for Charlie first (since she didn't need any help changing into her uniform and Ivy used her own alarm) she didn't give Y/N any work at all, waking up immediately after softly calling her name once. Picking her uniform from her closet and leaving it for her to change, Y/N left Charlie’s room to walk towards the next door.

"Morning, Anya." She whispered as she brushed some of her hair out of her face. Anya’s little nose scrunched up and a soft whimper left her mouth as she switched positions, now laying on her side, "gotta wake up, love." Y/N shook her arm softly, and she finally opened her eyes, a tired smile creeping up her face as she noticed it was Y/N sitting next to her. Y/N left her to rub the tiredness off her eyes while she picked her clothes (since her daycare was at the same school her older sister's attended -Harry's school, Y/N couldn't help but think- her uniform consisted of only a white t-shirt with the school logo along with any pair of bottoms she chose for the day.

After picking up her cute small rain boots and help her get dressed up, Y/N did a cute hairstyle on her with the small butterfly hair clips she chose, and went back to Charlie's room to do her hair, Anya coming along.

They arrived at their school; a big, period-like brick building with hundreds of students roaming around and a beautiful fountain at the front – which actually made Y/N’s childhood look like a big joke; the school she had attended was located in the middle of the mountains in a remote field.

"I'll be here at two thirty. Good luck, girls, I'll see you later." Ivy walked away sending a 'mhm' her way to let her know she heard her, and Charlie offered a small smile along with a wave and walked away like her sister. Y/N took Anya off her car seat and helped her get out of the car, her tiny backpack sitting on Y/N’s right shoulder as she grabbed the hand Anya offered her.

"Mommy said I have the penguins' classroom!" She said with excitement as they walked through the doors at the right wing of the building.

"That's so cool! I love penguins, let's search for the door which has penguins on it, shall we?" Y/N suggested even though she could clearly see their door at the end of the hallway.

"Yes! This one has elephants," she pointed at the door they were passing, "look, butterflies!"

"Like your hairclips!" Y/N exclaimed, and she giggled nodding her head. "Ah! Look what we found..." Y/N pointed at the next door.

"Penguins!" She skipped towards the door, dragging Y/N along. They entered the big and colorful classroom where they found some kids crying in their parent’s arms, others being as excited as Anya.

"Hi there! Anya, am I correct?" A woman who appeared to be around Y/N’s age came up to them, scrunching down to be on Anya’s eye level. She nodded frantically, excitement dripping from her smile. "My name is Miss Pia, I'm going to be your teacher this year." She introduced herself, Anya gave her an even bigger smile and slyly asked if she could go meet her classmates, to which Miss Pia agreed, asking her to first hang her small backpack in the rack at the back of the room, taking it from my hands and running excitedly to do it.

"You must be Y/N, then?" Miss Pia asked, getting back up to her feet. She was short with blonde curly hair sitting high in a ponytail, rosy cheeks and a cute teacher apron on top of her regular clothes.

"I am." Y/N offered her hand.

"The administration office said we would be having an Au Pair this year, they always give us a heads up with situations like these." She explained, and Y/N nodded as she continued, "we have the parents, nannies or in this case, Au Pairs," they both laughed," stay for the introduction, you can leave afterwards."

"Perfect, I'll sit at the back with the rest of the parents." Y/N ended up staying for about half an hour, smiling at Anya every time she turned to search for her when something exciting seemed to be happening. She won't be needing any adaptation, as Miss Pia said, and she was dismissed right before they had their first trip to the playground outside, taking advantage of the fact that it hadn't started raining yet.

Right when Y/N was walking out of the building, she spotted Harry at the main entrance, reading something on his phone. He was wearing a navy blue suit with a white shirt underneath, and he looked even more handsome in the daylight. She made her way towards him, walking up the marble stairs (marble stairs! In a school?), and when he noticed her, he put his phone away and slowly (and trying to be as discrete as possible – which he failed to, again) looked up and down her body. Something about him giving her his full attention made her insides burn, and she couldn’t help but bit her bottom lip to suppress a smile.

"Hi." She stopped in front of him, taking a moment to look at his eyes; they definitely looked a lot lighter now that there was natural light surrounding them.

"Hi." He repeated, "Dropped the girl's off?" He motioned towards the building with his head.

"Yes, just left Anya’s classroom." She shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

"Miss Pia?" He asked, squinting his eyes.

"Yes. She's nice, looks like she knows what she's doing." Y/N shrugged. She didn't exactly know her enough to have a conversation about her – and she most definitely couldn’t be one to talk, since she herself didn’t know what she was doing half of the time. “How’s the first day back been so far?” He got cut off from his next comment by his phone, and the small crease between his eyebrows grew deeper, which didn’t go unnoticed by Y/N. "I'll leave you to it." She announced, but his eyes found hers again, and it was almost like he was asking for her to not leave him to it, but Y/N didn’t trust her instincts, not with him – not when he made her so nervous her brain couldn’t process things around him, and she was scared of misreading his expressions; he was hard to read. Not like she was expert at reading people but he was frustratingly confusing.

They didn't see each other again until a week later on a Tuesday evening – the same day Charlie, Anya and her decided to go for a walk and treat themselves with ice cream from a cute shop across from (what had come to be) her favorite park, Harry and Y/N found each other's eyes across his front garden, just like that night, but this time it was easy for her to recognize him as she could see his face clear and glowing from the sunset shine. His eyes were glued to her until the fence that divided their houses blocked his view, and again, Y/N wondered what could be going through his head.

It wasn’t until after dinner, past her work hours, she decided to leave the house through the door on her room with the sparking curiosity to test if she would run into Harry. Stopping on the sidewalk in front of his house, she noticed he was not sitting outside, and even though that's exactly what she had expected -he was not going to sit there for hours and hours, right?- There still was a small feeling of disappointment that rushed through her, and when she snapped back into reality, it was too late to stop herself as she knocked on his front door.

And Y/N didn’t know where to hide – not like hiding would be less embarrassing but God she did hate herself that moment. The embarrassment running through her veins was painful and made her lightheaded – she knew she had trouble sometimes with not thinking things through, but this was beyond her. He barely knew her. And suddenly his door was wide open.

"Y/N?" Of course she was not lucky enough for him to be asleep and not hearing her knock – life would’ve been too in her favor for that to happen. Of course he was very awake with a half drank cup of tea in his hand and the softest looking pair of grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips. "Are you ok? You look really pale." His voice was calm, probably the softest it'd ever been in her presence. At least he doesn't sound mad, Y/N thought.

Harry wanted to be confused, but he was more curious than anything else. For some reason, he felt very intrigued by Y/N – how she seemed confident but insanely insecure at the same time; it reminded him of himself, if he had to be honest. He just learned how to hide the latter.

"Uh, yeah- um, I was-" she nervously turned around halfway to look behind her and back at him again. He raised his eyebrows in curiosity and Y/N really tried her hardest not to step over her words. "I was about to go for a walk, uh, I was wondering if you'd like to join me?" Stupid. So, so stupid, Y/N thought.

"No, I'm good." He replied, finding oh-so-amusing the way her eyes gave her embarrassment away – he was having fun, watching her like a lost puppy trying to think through her next words.

Her mind was, of course, over speeding. She now felt even more embarrassed. Of course he doesn't want to go for a walk, Y/N conscience spoke to her, it's a Tuesday night and he's probably tired and I'm his friends' Au Pair – he probably thinks I'm this young and annoying girl who has a stupid crush and- "would you like to join me?" He interrupted her self-beating up raising his cup and she noticed the half smile adorning his face, almost like he could tell the wheels in her brain were fast-moving.

"Wouldn't want to interrupt-"

"You're not. I wouldn't have invited you in if you were. C'mon in, now. It's kinda cold out here." He disappeared inside of his house, leaving her on his porch with an open mouth and a blank brain. After closing the door behind her and taking her black vans off, she turned on her left as she guessed that was the way Harry went – and she knew she’d guessed correctly when she stepped into a big open-plan concept living room with a giant kitchen on the far back, Harry standing with his back towards her preparing her tea, "sugar?"

"No, thank you." She sat in one of the stools at the kitchen island as she took the scene in front of her. Her very cute (and much older), very hot neighbor Harry, in sweatpants and a very thin white shirt, a small patch of skin showing on his hip, making her tea. His shoulders were broad and she could see his back muscles moving as he poured steaming hot water into the cup, the little curls on his neck so inviting, if only she could run her hand through his soft looking hair just once-

"There you go. Cardamom." He snapped her out of her (probably inappropriate) thoughts, and she thanked him as she grabbed the cup from where he placed it; he stayed in his position standing in front of her on the other side of the island, with his forearms against the cold marble, sipping on his own mug, thinking about how strange it felt to have someone he wasn’t close with sitting in his kitchen after so long. "Why are you up so late?"

"I couldn't sleep."

"I figured. I couldn't either, looks like we both have a bit of sleeping issues, huh?" He sounded playful, but tired. Y/N knew exactly how it felt, being so tired but not being able to peacefully go to bed and get some needed rest.

"I remember you mentioning it before, I figured I'd check if you were up. Walking helps me relax, thought maybe you'd enjoy it too." OK, that wasn't entirely true but her reasoning to be there was quite similar – to check if he was up so they could, maybe, share a quiet night like that one a few weeks ago. None of them understood why they found such comfort in each other’s company – none of them felt like they needed to try too hard.

At some point during their conversation they moved to the couch, where they laid with a wide gap between their bodies. "Elton John's was definitely an interesting read. Lots of crazy anecdotes, you should read it."

"Probably not as good as Keith's, but I'll give it a go." He let a dimpled smile creep into his face, turning his head to look at her from across the couch and the annoying turn her stomach made obliged her to return it, just as bright as his. Finding out their music taste was quite similar made Y/N’s insides all warm and fuzzy, he showed her his vinyl collection (which was quite large) and ranted about how the modern industry was missing a rock star with some of that unexplainable essence old rock bands have – to which she respond saying maybe that something that makes them special was the fact that they were old bands... added to the fact that even though she was an old music lover, modern pop was her guilty pleasure.

Their third teacups were long forgotten on the modern coffee table by the time he noticed Y/N’s eyes were slowly beginning to close and he, as last time, said, "it's really late." And Y/N only nodded and tiredly got up from her position, with him following close behind.

"Goodnight, Harry. Thank you for having me even though I came unannounced." She shyly said, her actions still making her embarrassed even though it had already been a couple of hours.

"My pleasure. We should- do this again," He coughed into his hand, and uncomfortably continued, "I enjoy your company." That sentence alone made her heart explode with a thousand emotions, because even though they barely knew each other and it clearly pained him to admit he enjoyed having her around, his presence made her calm but anxious in a peculiar mixture of emotions. All she did in return was gift him a big smile, face hot of embarrassment (a nice kind of embarrassment, that feeling when you just want to smile really big and tightly hug whoever is making you feel that way) and slowly pushed herself up on her tiptoes to give him a sweet kiss on the cheek. "Bye." He said lastly, and closed his front door with red cheeks and dimples on display.

- Joey.

#AP #harry styles writing #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles smut #age!gap harry #my writing

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morgansunflower · 3 years

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Mom's A Avenger?

Superman/Clark X Wife! Reader

Batman/Bruce X Sister! Reader

Captain America X platonic-Reader

Hawkeye X Platonic-Reader

Y/N, retired Black Widow she is Superman's wife and Batman's sister. Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Conner(Young Justice), Kon(90s Superboy), Jonathan and Damian are under 20.

To some I'm known as Y/N, to some mother or mom, to some aunt Y/N, to one man sister, to a another wife, but very few people know me as Blackwidow aka Natasha Romanoff. I was 18 when I went deep undercover has Blackwidow and changed my name to Natasha Romanov. Joining the team with my old teammates the Avengers. After I fell in love with Clark aka Superman and we married I quit. Haven't spoke to my teammates in year's. Only Clark knows I'm both Blackwidow and Y/N. I haven't told anyone to keep them safe. I hear my phone Bruce! I answered

-"I need you to watch my son's"

"what's wrong?"

-"no time to explain why I'm sending them to you now"

I looked seeing my nephews

"I see them keep in touch with me"

He grunted I rolled my eye's

"I mean it" I said hanging up

The boy's got out my son's greeting them

"I do not care if father believes this is to dangerous!" Damian said

"hate to say I agree with short stack" Jason said

"boy's"

"aunt Y/N you must agree with me that father is being unreasonable!" Damian said

"Damian I stand with your father in the fact it's too dangerous"

"mom" Conner muttered

"bullshit you've never been in danger before" Jason said

"watch your tongue Jason!" I said irritated I sighed "everyone get inside"

"but" I cut Jonathan off

"now!"

All the boy's sat on the couch and floor looking at me

"I want you all to remain calm. Clark and Bruce are in Metropolis dealing with League mission that is too dangerous for you all. You all have orders to stay here"

"what?! Why?!" Dick asked

"mom you can't be serious" Conner said

"Where just supposed to nothing!" Kon said

"hell no!" Jason said

"damnit! No! I refuse to be cowardly and do nothing!" Damian said

"I am not sitting here doing nothing when dad could need our help!" Kon said

"mom Kal's right!" Conner said

"yeah!" Jonathan said

"I think everyone can agree this is a horrible idea!" Tim said

They continued standing up I whistled loud haven't done that in a while

"everyone sit down!"

The reluctantly sat down I took a deep breath

"stay in here"

I walked to my closet I pushed a button revealing my suit. I put it on along with my gear. I put in my intercom I turned on the radio hearing Metropolis is under attack from Doomsday. I looked in the mirror taking a deep breath. I called a old friend

-"Romanov?"

"hey Roger's long time no see. You know I wouldn't be calling unless it was important"

-"I'm listening"

"get Hawkeye meet me in Metropolis ASAP"

-"copy that"

I walked to the living room shocked looks from the boy's

"Dick, Conner you two are in charge no one gets in or out without my permission have I made myself clear"

"yes ma'am"

"great! Help yourselves if I can't make it for dinner there's pizza's in the freezer."

I walked to the door I put my hand on the handle stopping

"mom you ok?" Conner asked

"almost forgot!"

I hugged them and kissed their face's

"I love you boy's behave listen to Dick and Conner"

I left I ran to the truck driving to Metropolis oh no shit. Complete chaos I saw the Quinjet it landed I got out

"you have a lot of explaining to do" Clint said

"no time let's fight!"

"that's our girl" Steve said

The city almost ruined people panicked I saw Doomsday slamming Bruce to a wall. Steve through his shield at his arm. He let go my brother only to run to us Hawkeye shot his arrows at Doomsday but the wouldn't go through. I ran to Bruce he's alive he got up

"shit" he muttered

Clint switched to explosives and shot them at him. I saw my bike in the Quinjet I got on. I got on starting the bike I through a explosive on Doomsday. He turned and ran towards me. I drove farther out of the city to keep the people safe. Bruce, Barry, Steve, Clint, Clark and Diana came

"you have explaining to do when we get home!" Bruce said

"shut up and fight" I said irritated

"hey honey. What are you doing out here?" Clark said

"just helping you dear" I said more irritated

We continued fighting him Barry unconscious in the Quinjet. Doomsday threw my brother he hit the wall hard. I drove to him fast I got off. I felt his pulse he's alive he groaned. I carried him behind the building leaning him on the wall

"stay here!"

I ran back seeing Diana hitting him with all her strength, Steve hitting his shield at him, Clint shooting his arrows and Clark hitting him. Main goal get him worn out and kill him. I saw Bruce!

"get your ass back!"

He tried to stand I put his arm around my shoulder and walked him to the Quinjet. I sat him on the floor next to Barry who was already up

-"Nat, help evacuate the city"

"on it, cap"

I ran helping the cops evacuate the people finally getting everyone out with Barry's help

"we've got this thank you for all your help"

I ran off hearing them leave. I saw everyone but I didn't see Clark or Doomsday

"where are they?!!?"

I saw Clark flying his suit torn and lip bleeding. We ran seeing Clark fighting him. I shot my guns at him he looked at me

"I think that just pisssed him off more" Clint said

He ran to me I rolled under him turning. Clark grabbed me and put me on a roof

"Clark!"

"sorry Hon"

I ran down the stairs I'm going to kick your ass Clark! I made it down seeing everyone extremely beat up. I got on my bike and shot the missiles at him. Clark flew fast hitting him in the face he dropped to his knees. We used it to our advantage giving it all get got. I saw the Quinjet Bruce flying it. Diana and Clark held him back. Bruce shot him with the guns in the bat-wing finally Doomsday fell.

"well that was easy" Clint said with a dramatic sigh

I laughed

"woo!" Barry said

"dinner at my house" I said exhausted

"we'd love to" Steve said

That night we went to the Manor because my house is to small. All my son's, nephew's, friend's, my husband, my brother, my sister in law and Alfred in the living room. Nearly half of us bandaged and in slings. I sat next to my husband exhausted.

"so let me get this straight your real name is Y/N Wayne you grew up in this house. You're married to Superman your brother is Batman. Have I missed anything?" Clint asked

"that explains everything" I said

"so aunt Y/N's been a Badass this hole time" Jason said

"careful Jay cap doesn't like that kinda talk"

"your really not gonna let me live that one down, are you?" Steve said sighing

"not a chance"

"tell us a story" Jonathan said

"oh you don't want to hear any of my old death defying stories"

"come on mom! Tell us your Avenger story's"

"yeah aunt Y/N"

I looked at Clint and Steve whom both smiled at me.

"alright"

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the-coffee-story · 3 years

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Rise of the Forest God

Chapter 17 - Professor Tally Winchester

Winchester Hall was a beautiful, dark Victorian mansion á lá Addams Family that rested proudly upon the tallest hill around. The windows, grey with age and dust were tall and skinny and a rusted iron gate, with weathered carvings now indistinguishable rested half swallowed by dirt and uncut blades of long dry grass. The whole thing blended rather well with the crawling forest behind it.

The team was waiting by the gate, curious and giddy with half-numbed nervousness.

"Well, now I'm definitely interested," Walther commented, peeking through the towering, rusted gate. "This looks like it's haunted by at least three ghosts who died a horrible death. They never found the heads."

October laughed.

"Seriously October, imagine the Addams Family's mansion, now scale it down a little."

He raised an eyebrow. "Can't wait for Morticia to pop out."

"Well, Morticia was definitely not on the phone," Violet noted.

Suddenly, the carved, dark-oak door that rested comfortably in the centre of the home's front opened, and a young man peeked out, adjusting his glasses as he took a moment to assess the situation. After a few moments passed, he noticed the team waiting by the gate, waved to wordlessly grab their attention, and quickly scuttled over.

Tally Winchester was a medium-heighted, slender and bald individual with large, wildly blue eyes behind thick glasses and a countless amount of scattered silver piercings dotted in and around his earlobe. Despite the fact that it was it had just dawned early spring, his skin was sunburnt and tanned, as if he spent most of his days somewhere lost outside. He walked with a noticable limp, and Walther didn't need to wait long for an explanation, when a prosthetic briefly appeared between his worn brown converse sneakers and faded jeans.

"Hi!" He flashed a toothy smiled at the group and opened the gate. "Great to see you, I'm Professor Tally Winchester!" He shook everyone's hands as they trickled past. The sleeves of his petrol flannel were rolled up, revealing a rather out-of-place, faded tattoo of a crawling lizard and a bunch of old scars. "You can call me Tally though."

Violet held out her hand. "Hi, I'm Violet, we talked on the phone."

"Great to meet you all!" He grinned. "Are you coming inside?"

***

"Before anyone asks, I inherited the house," Tally explained while leading them upstairs. "It's rotten and I hate it and the bills are a naked horror but I doubt I can find anything that has more capacities for a library." He opened a door. "Intrate, everyone."

"Remarkable," Doc commented.

Remarkable was indeed an understatemt. The room they'd entered was a library- with a beautiful brick fireplace and huge windows that let in the sparse afternoon sun, bookshelves brushed against the webbed ceiling and sunk into every wall. The floor was carpeted, through incredibly uncomfortable to walk on, and the furniture antique. One wall was plastered with photographs and notes.

"Nice," Walther mumbled, taking the second to once again soak in their surroundings.

Tally grinned, idly brushing aside pages and old notes compromised of incomprehensible scribbles and drawings. His teeth were somewhat crooked. "I didn't replace any of the furniture, but I did sell a chunk of the old books. There was just no space for mine." He closed the door behind them. "So anyway, you wanted to know about the cult?"

"There's been a bunch of murders in Forest Lane that were eerily similar to what it did, so yeah." Thasfield shrugged his broad shoulders. "We suspect the cult might be involved."

"Oh, I heard about that on the news!" Tally sorted the files on the table until he found what he was looking for. Then he looked up. His face was serious now. "At this point I'd like to admit I have a slightly selfish motivation in this."

"What is it?", Violet asked.

"You see..." Tally leaned against the table. "For context, I'm a history professor, but my focus is on cryptids and modern legends. Historical context, potential explanations, yada yada. A few years ago I stumbled across the legend of the Forest God."

Walther's face lit up. "Oh, I remember that story, my parents used to tell it to me when I was a kid! This one guy got lost in the woods, was found dead and after his funeral his reanimated corpse came home and his wife who loved him very, very much-" They side-eyed Violet and Coffee, who in turn glared back. "-couldn't accept that maybe it's not exactly normal that your husband's corpse is vibing around, then after a while he started killing people, then he killed her and then the neighbours buried him in an iron casket in the woods so he would stop randomly murdering people. Right?"

"You summed it up." Tally nodded.

"But who believes in that?!" Violet frowned. "I mean... it's just a legend, right? Somebody finally snapped, had a rough week or something, and people straight up believe his bullshit?"

"He came back from the dead and started murdering people, Violet," Doc commented.

She shrugged dismissively. "We've all been there."

"I don't want to meet you after a bad week," Tally remarked with mild discomfort, absentmindedly flipping through pages of notes and nonsense. "The existence of the man who allegedly became the Forest God is proven. His name was Eustace Wyndham and if you ask me he had rabies and some things were added for drama. But that's not even relevant, because the cult came almost a hundred years later." He slid around the table and opened another scattered file. "1969 they started to worship the Forest God. At first it was nothing special, you know, just the average college student nonsense." He held up an old photograph, subtle wonder in his eyes as he stared into it, before handing it to Walther. "Here, you can take a look at this! That's the entire cult. The guy in purple with the long hair is one of the founders. The other founder left in 1970 after getting a bad feeling about the whole thing. I caught him for an interview five years ago. Lovely guy, sadly died of cancer shortly after. It's a shame. You can pass the photo around! Notice how they're all wearing cow parsley wreaths. That was the flower associated with the Forest God and the flower scattered all over their murder victim's body, or rather what was left of it."

"All the victims had cow parsley in their mouth," Doc realized, dragging a hand up to rest in his soft ginger curls, staring blankly into the distance, thinking.

Tally nodded hastily. "Exactly! And now please look at what I found on my windowsill this morning!"

He limped over to the tallboy, half relying on the nearby furniture for support. Leaning down and throwing open a drawer, after a short while of sifting through papers and photographs, he took out something else. Then he held it up.

It was a wreath of cow parsley.

"That's....not good," Walther murmured after a long moment of stunned silence.

Tally nodded, twirling the flowers between his thumb and forefinger. "You get it. You know..." He leaned heavily against a dusty, worn table and heaved a small sigh. "When Wilhelm called me at first I was very sceptical of it all. I'm not a group project person, if you know what I mean. But this is just the tip of the ice berg and I have a feeling that I might be next, so I decided to work with you." He shrugged his shoulders.

While he'd been talking, Coffee had been furiously typing. He handed Tally his phone and Tally read it out loud.

" 'How about we use you as a bait?' Um... Can you...can you please explain what exactly you mean? That doesn't sound particularly safe-!"

He handed Coffee's phone back to him, paranoid he might accidentally drop it, and the detective started typing an answer, this time with significantly more determination.

Hear me out. So my idea was basically that tonight we let the killer come, but were going to be prepared. In other words, we gather a big group that's going to protect you, and we're going to arrest the murderer once he's here. What do you think?

Tally hesitated for a short moment and chewed his lip, opening his mouth to reply, then closing it again.. "I mean... I guess you have a point, sooner or later he's going to get me either way."

"I mean, let's be real, you can't run forever," Thasfield said, leaning forwards. "Even if you move, it's still going to take a while, and judging by what we know you're being pretty actively stalked, so it's quite possible he'll just follow you and then you'll be killed by a Forest God in a hotel room in Central Graytown. Which probably makes for an interesting plotline in a noir film, but we're talking real life here and I highly doubt you're so keen on landing in the morgue anytime soon. Although the Doctor is an expert at autopsies."

Doc smirked.

".........yeah," Tally admitted. He sat down on the table and scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, that sounds...icky but realistic." He closed his eyes took a deep breath. "Alright. Who's gonna be on this team?"

Doc's phone's rang loudly to shake up their newfound confidence, and he excused himself, stepping back into the dusty hallway to take the call.

"I mean, most of us for starters," Violet said. "But I was also thinking of grabbing Gary Fox and Wilhelm. Strength in number, you know?"

Doc eventually came back to the group. His weathered face was stricken with subtle anxiety. "Bad news."

"What is it?", Walther asked.

"Alice found her mailman by the stables."

Walther frowned. "Okay, and what's so special about that?"

"His left arm was by the stables. The rest of him was scattered across the field."

"Dear God, is he okay?"

"He's okay, but he's dead." Doc turned to Tally, lowering his voice just enough. "Can we settle on tonight?"

Tally nodded. His sunburnt face had notably paled, turning his skin a somewhat pasty yellow. "Sure. What time are y'all coming?"

"Is five o'clock alright with you?"

Tally shrugged his shoulders. "Sure."

#reviews are welcome ;)#remember to listen to the song #the coffee story #rise of the forest god

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notmanagingmymischief · 3 years

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ᴇxᴀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴇx | ꜱᴄᴏᴏʙʏ ᴅᴏᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ

THANKS @cordeliaswhore NOW I HAVE TO DO THIS

anyway welcome back to examinations with me enjoy

today on the list is: scooby doo the movie, came out in 2002 yet gives off the strongest 90s vibes I've ever perceived

there will be swearing ahead, obviously

this is the only gif i could find and yknow what i agree completely

five seconds in and YEP this is definitely from the 90s can't change my mind

OH MY GODS fred checking himself out in the mirror sdvgfkfjha

daphne is hot

velma is hot

why are they so hot

i still don't know how the ghost glowed btw, like...i get the floating bit but what made him glow???????????? explain that one, velma

"the ghost was pawing me for an hour and a half" pfffff-

NO YOU CAN'T QUIT

STOP

I FORGOT THAT THIS BIT MAKES ME CRY

STOP

UGH

shaggy and scooby are clearly smoking o u i d and I love that for them ngl

hydrocloricon???? now I really need to here about that one my g

huh, this is...this is very weird.

watching this at 16 and understanding what they're talking about...the amount of mature jokes they put in this is AMAZING

oh gods daphne and velma are still hot

jInKiEz

YEAH, SAME, KID IN THE ORANGE SHIRT AND BACKPACK GIVING GRANDDOO THE L O O K

i'm whimpering

oooh pretty lady

nailed it shaggster

DON'T EAT THE KITTY GRANDMA BAHAHA

god these songs are still total bops even 20 years later LMAO

e l e c t r i c a l t o r t u r e p a r a d e ? ? what the f u c k ? !

BAHAHA HIM SMACKING A TOURIST CLEARLY ON PURPOSE IS HILARIOUS ADFHJ

"r a w r hehehe UwU" vibes from the park honor

goddamn carol is a badass bitch! (girlboss)

oh you know when you go to an amusement park and they're just casually conducting an an intricate ceremony to summon hades that's my favorite

god

this is so...there are so many things to talk about here so many issues

first of all, if an amusement park is encouraging sacred rituals where they summon the walmart version of cerberus, that's a HUGE red flag right there

next, this reminds me of like...what they would do in hawaii, except...so much more cursed

lmao velma's change of expression from 😰 to 😏 is amazing

the guy: "do my friends scare you?? >:)"

velma: "heh. they would except they're not real and here's why LMAO"

but yknow I do love that V is noticing how the back row of kids are all chanting along with the ritual mantra, which is definitely strange

dsgfhkfajl so many things are going on here and idk if i love it or hate it SAHGDH

*pat pat pat pat* wHaT a SmArT lItTlE oNe 😒

i'm in love with the fact that a talking dog just walkin around, answering phone calls and what have you, is just totally accepted. the guy just sets the phone down as if he gets calls for talking dogs every day

"no one's ever given me a stuffed dismembered head before...🥺" i know she's not who we think she is but also that was adorable

SKINNY AEROBICIZED BOOTY WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN

oh scooby....so idiotic yet so beautifully innocent. love you man.

THIS SFX oh my gods the monsters are so horribly made yet so gorgeous how is this movie so perfect in every way

the little sneeze 🥺

i have no words for most of this castle scene so here's me not giving you any words for this castle scene lol

never mind i have words

2,000 year old can of chinese whoop-ass lmao sure babe

VELMA'S GIGGLEEEE 😫🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

and by scare the *i have no idea what that word is nor how to spell it so um...let's just say shit???* outta daphne you mean you wanted to be alone with her in order to flirt with her after ten years of being apart

i see you velma

and i see those sapphic thoughts behind those glasses

go get your girl bb 😌🧡

LMAO ALL YOU CARE ABOUT ARE SWIMSUIT MODELS

this entire team is gay and you cannot tell me otherwise and while I'm not saying the Fred and Shaggy would be good together.....mystery husbands??

going on double dates with mystery wives daphne and velma????

i think this is a perfect idea tim burton sign me onto your next project

dorky chicks like her do what-

fred I-

stop hiding, you can admit that you're gay. please. stop...doing whatever you just did to velma. please.

same, V. same.

why does...why did they make Daphne moan every time she tried to do something difficult? like she's trying to push the pull doors but in the process she's just like "aeugh 😫"

"oh yeah, oh yeah--OH NO-"

f r e d d y ? o _ o

why is there a movie set in this ride

𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝓁𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝒶𝓈𝓊𝒶𝓁.

followed by

ＩＷＩＬＬＣＲＵＳＨＹＯＵＲＢＯＮＥＳＩＮＴＯＤＵＳＴ

and then back to

ᴡᴏʀᴅ! ;D

gods why did they put Daph in such a revealing dress-

i jumped in unison with Daphe I wasn't expecting a fucking jumpscare-

girl why did you wait ten seconds to jump out of those walls, like you almost got squished, you should have started running the second they started moving LMAO

burping competition. 𝑒𝓌.

we're here. to solve. a mystery.

yes daphne tell those men who's boss

were....was this group of oompa loompas and their john cena knockoff just.....waiting by the door? to hear the alarm?? like there's no way they ran up that big ass hill in literally five seconds

the plot holes are large but my amusement is larger so i'll let it slide

HOW THE FUCK DID THEY, IN THREE SECONDS, COMPLETELY SILENTLY, SQUEEZE THEIR ASSES INTO THESE PROP THINGS

HUH????????!

oh yeah and they didn't hear that fire explode right behind them plus shaggy saying "like oh no" uh huh sure

he's strong but he's also ✨𝒹𝑒𝒶𝒻✨

absolute BOPS in this move

Y A S

I-

why would you...show that to the guy? like didn't you say that it might be him? PLUS WHY OUT IN THE OPEN

like why you in the fuckin party zone like "HEY MR WHATS-HIS-NAME LOOK WE FOUND BILL CIPHER'S TWIN"

lmao gravity falls references

i miss that show 😔

oh yeah, totally just tell him that he's a suspect. reaaaaal smart Fred

dear gods men are stupid🙄

gay high five

cmon just go for it you know y'all wanna kiss just d o i t

WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS ON THE BAR

VELMA

BABE

YOU'RE SMARTER THAN THIS YOU KNOW BETTER THAN TO EXAMINE ANCIENT TRANSCRIPTS ON THIS PYRAMID WHERE LITERALLY ANYBODY COULD SEE YOU

GURL

the intimidating sit down at the piano just for it to be "didlalalala" LMFAO

big scary man:😤😠

his music taste:🎼🎼

velma....i love you but....why can you understand pandaemonic?? (no, not the pandemic, it's a very old [noexistant] language stfu y'all)

nice sweater

she definitely wasn't expecting alcohol and that OvO look was priceless

"and daphne.....so beautiful..." YES VELMA YOU'RE GAY FOR DAPHNE JUST ADMIT IT

no fred did not know how to accessorize, he wore the same goddamn ascot everyday stop it

YOU DON'T HAVE THE SCROTE FOR THIS JOB BAHAHA THAT WAS DEFINITELY A DICK JOKE I AM SFGJASBD

wheezing currently

is scrappydoo, like...scooby's cousin? brother? estranged, twice removed, very distant aunt???? o_0

velma's giigggleeee 😭😭

clean your beans at don knotts' christmas party....pfff

fred get off the table

OH MY GOD IT'S DONALD TRUMP AAAAA

(it's not actually trump, i'm just using the metaphor because it might as well be LMAO sorry not sorry trump supporters 🤪✌)

BAHAHA

"thank you! ...nice mask! bad breath though."

VELMA IS A BADASS BITCH WHO AINT AFRAID OF NOTHING AND SHE KNOWS IT

the sfx in this movie are....so good for 2002, in all seriousness, the visual affects team definitely needed to get paid big bucks for that shit, but it's still so funny

YOU REMIND ME OF THE MAN

what man???

THE MAN WITH THE POWER

what power??

OH, THE POWER OF VOODOO!

who do??

YOU DO!

OH MY GODS I FORGOT THAT THIS SONG WAS IN THIS MOVIE I LOVED THIS SHIT

SCOOBY GIVING THE MONSTER AN IMPROMPTU MANICURE AND THE THING JUST STOPS AND IS LIKE "HEY GET THE--huh?? oh? you--you're gonna do my nails? aww...please continue *0*"

these things act like annoyed siblings, just smacking each other and grumbling very strange scarily english-like sounds

shaggy I-

I can understand leaving Fred behind he's definitely a douche

but velma??????? bruh what did she do to you besides carry this entire team on her back?????

"help?"

the fucking COASTGUARD are in on this shit too?! WHY??????

this song-

"i look at you and try to do the best i can"???

absolute gold

i did not realize how much subtle swearing there is

those were pull doors. shaggy and scooby leaning on them would open them, not hold them shut. instead of punching through the windows you could have just opened the doors. what the fuck is this movie

those guitars are not connected to anything, therefore when you hit them on things they will not make any noise except the sickening sound of crunching aluminum alloy.

yep the girl is a monster but she's still adorable soooo

a bowl of souls

I've always wanted to dip my hands in that thing just to know how it feels

like...is it just like water? it's definitely cold, no doubt about it. maybe it's thicker, like...thiccit. idk but i wanna touch

oh gods velma's hotter

they put her in a regular shirt

she's hotter now

they cut her hair

oh dear gods Daphne's gonna go insane LMAO

fred...stop being a pervert. no one likes you.

Daph: I can handle this guy U^U

also Daph: *typical teenage greeting*

um yeah, i think them taking over the world is less mean and more psychotic babe

awwww scoobyyyy

my poor baby all locked up and whimperingg

i'm pouting. :((

BAHA

SCOOBERT

WHAT

no one is talking about the fact that shaggy eats dog treats huh

this plan scene is so reminiscent to home alone

i love it

great cover guys, those dancing skills are pro level (????)

BANANA PHANNA PHO PHANNA YES QUEEN SING THE NAME GAME

daphneee stop moaningggg

PUNK VERSION OF "SCOOBY-DOOBY-DOO" SUPREMACY

okay but like the thing with the souls all flying back to their bodies? yes please.

EWEWEWEW

HETERSEXUALITY

DAPHNE STOP

the boy is fogging up her glasses yes but she's using that as an excuse because she doesn't want him to kiss her

daphne

awww i hope shaggy and mary-ann got together after this film that would be adorable

scrappy: "if not for you meddling sons of b--"

Daphne: :O

Fred : o_0

Velma: o _ o

Shaggy: T^T

i will never understand how Velma always wears that thick ass sweater EVERYWHERE, like everyone else is wearing shorts and T's, isn't she, like, really warm??????

and the ending is funky, hell yea

Overall, I'd give this a....36 oz. box of scooby snacks/10.

very nice movie when I was a kid, even better movie now that i'm an adult.

would recommend.

link

#examinations with bex #scooby doo: the movie #i loved every second of this

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inessencedevided · 4 years

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The Untamed, episode 48 - watching notes

I've got more tissues prepared because Yunmeng bro feelings always hit me HARD and that's where I left off last time

I find it kinda sweet that lwj is defending Wen Ning

It makes so much sense for Jiang Cheng to immediately bring up his old resentment cor the way his father treated then up. It really all goes back to that. The feeling of being always second best, both to his father in comparison to wwx and to wwx in comparison to lwj. And while wwx sacrificed his core because he thought of himself as inferior to Jiang cheng (not in skill but in worth), to Jiang Cheng it comes off as him once more playing the hero :/

All in all THESE IDIOTS NEVER LEARNED TO PROPERLY COMMUNICATE

Also the way Jiang cheng says "then what am I?" Reminds me a lot of the way he grieved for his core

You know what fucked me up most during this whole conversation?

Because that's it. He can't! 😭

He still loves wei Wuxian and he can't understand why wwx never chose him. Why he chose to protect lwj and the wens when he knew it would endanger their clan. And from that perspective, I get it. I feel like to Jiang Cheng, his clan is everything. It's only natural. He is the (future) clan leader and he was raised that way. It was always going to be his responsibility and at the same time, he always had this very clear cut role in their society.

But wei Wuxian? He loved their family and he did feel at home at their clan, but he was still very much an outsider. Madam Yu hated him, people kept calling him a servant when it suited them and told him to mind his place as such when he spoke up. He could emphasize with the outcasts of society because he himself never truly left that outsider status behind either!

Which left him and Jiang Cheng in opposing positions with no way of understanding the other's point of view

... while still loving each other

😭

Because all they were in the beginning, was two boys being brothers 😥

Which leads me to the conclusion that, once more, the true enemy of this story isn't any single person, it's society.

Okay, sorry that this essentially turned into meta. That's probably not what you're here for, but as thus show comes to an end, I have FEELINGS and THOUGHTS and I need to get them out 😅

I have another rant in my head on whether or not I think wwx was right in transferring Jiang Cheng his ckre without telling him, but I'm holding that in for now 🙈

That I'm sorry. From BOTH of them. 😭

THAT'S GROWTH!!! 😭😭😭

Wei Wuxian saying that it's all in the past now made me cry. So. Much. Because it's an ending. It sounded to me like he wanted to wipe the slate clean. No promises. No betrayals. Start anew. And ... I'm not okay 💔😥

Hey Nie Huaisang. Welcome to the party :D

Um ... what's happening?

Are they ... burning?

Jin Guangyao played with fire and got burned or what kind of metaphor is this?

I'd be about as good as nie Huaisang at hiding my reaction in that situation, tbh ^^

This is the weirdest hostage situation I have ever seen, with everybody just running around sind no one even guarding the hostages

The hell is in that tomb? 😳

Wait ... nie Mingjue was the headless corpse? And okay, the head is obviously seen back on here but ... how did it get there so quickly and WHY is Jin Guangyao surprised?? Wasn't he in possession of the head??

I.am.confused

Poor Huaisang :'(

And poor Jin Ling. He's learning quickly just how fucked up his family is 😬

*dramatic thunder in the distance*

👆 favourite trope of mine :D

It's an oldie but a goodie

Wwx understands something I don't ^^

Also nice to know that even when they're both without powers lwj will still protect his husband 🥰

Okay, so ... someone put the body there. The same somebody who orchestrated everything else

WHO??

Omg, I love how wwx plays at Jin Guangyao's paranoia by essentially manipulating him as he did others and then turns to lwj, with a little shrug and a half smile like

CAN I PLEASE GET 50 EPISODES OF THESE TWO SOLVING MONSTER OF THE WEEK MYSTERIES TOGETHER? 😭

So they FINALLY thought it was a good idea to actually restrain their hostages. Genius!

Wait ... Su She has that hole curse, too?

OHHHH

He was the one who cursed Jin Zixun???

I hadn't even thought about the fact that that was still an unanswered question! 😱😱😱

Jgy telling wwx that they were always going to end up on opposite sides is SO interesting and betrays a level of self-awareness I would not have afforded this guy

The thing is, su she raging at lwj for this is really the wrong address. Not because what he says isn't at least partially right (lwj was born into privilege and there is a stark disparity in how clan disciples and peripheral disciples are treated), even in the lan clan, but not BY lan Wangji. He's the guy who knelt before his uncle and let himself, the sect leader's son, be punished alongside the servant's son.

It's fascinating to see Jin Guangyao's mask fall

And his view of wwx is even more fascinating

He deliberately used wwx status as an outsider to society in combination with his impulsive and righteous character to further his own agenda of setting his own status as an outsider

It's like the ULTIMATE Slytherin vs. Gryffindor story line 😁

Also SOCIETY IS THE VILLAIN!!!

I'm not gonna lie, Jin Guangyao nakes some good points. Not saying he's not a terrible person or that he's not responsible for his own actions, but still he's successfully identified a lot of systematic problems in the cultivation world 🤷‍♀️

... and then proceeded to horribly exploit them for his own benefit *sighs*

Very sneaky, Wei Ying. I don't know what you're doing it, but good job getting him to keep talking

Xichen really be regretting all his life choices right now

It breaks my heartba bot, knowing that they really did bond that first time they met. And Xichen believed in him ever since 🥺

As sorry as I feel for him, I'm pretty sure it's going to get worse 🙈

OH MY GOD WWX CAN CONTROL GHOSTS BY WHISTLING ALONE NOW?

That is simultaneously SO cool and SO creepy! 😱

And kinda hot

On a related note, I realized that wwx is basically a Necromancer Bard and now I really wanna play one

Ohhh, the sword ghost!

😳

Isn't Xichen without powers right now?

No!!!

Puh, su she didn't kill him

But now I'm confused how lwj can use his powers

Ohhh

He's got the stygian tiger amulet?

I'm missing some crucial bit of plot here because I fo not know how he could have gotten it

I mean ... Xue Yang had half of it right? So ... is it this piece?

HE PLANNED THE WHOLE THING ALREADY BACK THEN??? 😱

Or ... not the whole thing? I feel I'll have to watch the show again just to discover what Jin Guangyao even knew and when 🙈

The way jgy looks at Xichen, there us real affection and regret in his gaze :(

Still I did not see THIS coming

He does care for Xichen, doesn't he? Who always saw the best in him. Never once treated him as below him for who his mother was.

But I dont think lan Xichen will give him a second chance right now, tbh. Just from the way he acted, he looked like his trust was irreparably shattered 😥

Meanwhile...

Wwx is tired of your monologueing :D

I apologise for the weird mix of stream-of-cosciousness musings and half-formed meta musings 😅

Also all the typos ...

(And who sent the letter and hit the body??? 😭)

@sweetlittlevampire @fandom-glazed @elenirlachlagos @allhailthedramallama @luckymoony @kyrrahbird @i-love-him-on-purpose

Tomorrow I'll watch the jast two episodes and ... I can't quite believe it 😔

I'm just happy that I'm reading the book now and still got so much to look forward to there, otherwise I think l might draw out this show even longer

#the untamed #sophie watches the untamed #wei wuxian #wwx #lan wangji #wangxian #lan xichen #jin guangyao #jin ling #jiang cheng #nie huaisang

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ma-gic-gay · 3 years

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So this is a new one of these and the other one is probably over so yeah

It's a weird Christmas.

It marks a year since anyone last saw Sonny, a year since Julian's death, and a year full of drama, as one would expect.

Michael and Willow had had another child, a girl this time. Her name was Ophelia and Wiley loved being a big brother to her. The pair had also burned their annulment papers when they'd realized she was pregnant and finally admitted their feelings for each other. Watching them together had probably been the highlight of the year for their family.

Sam had started hooking up with Dante much to the chagrin of, well, everyone. It had started as a few random hookups but changed quickly into an actual relationship, testing several familial bonds.

Luckily, that disaster on wheels had been halted when Lulu had woken up from her coma. Lulu and Dante got back together and fell in love, again.

Sasha and Brando had formed a relationship as well, which was quite a surprise at first glance but made sense after a few weeks.

"Carly? You okay?" Jason asks. Surprisingly enough, she hadn't completely broke down yet, or ran away. The furthest she'd ran was the island and even then, it was only a few hours no one knew where she was, since he couldn't teleport and it took that long to get to the island.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking," she responds, faking a smile.

"Tell that to the tears in your eyes and obviously fake smile," he says to her. "What are you thinking about?"

"It's been a year since any of us have heard from Sonny. For all we know, he's dead. Hell, he probably is. I know I should give up and just agree to a funeral, but it feels wrong to do that without a body," Carly sighs, head in her hands in an effort to hide her tears. "It feels wrong for him to not be here. Last Christmas, we were convinced he'd be home by now and now it's like we've all resigned ourselves to him being dead."

"If it doesn't feel right to have a funeral, don't have one. I've known you for a long time, and your instincts are right a lot of the time. Just because Sonny's not confirmed dead doesn't mean he's not," Jason frowns, putting his arm around her and rubbing circles along her back.

Sonny's "death" meant he had to step up in more ways than one. This had marked the year of Jason running the mob, which he'd practically been doing before but was actually doing now. He'd also had to become sort of a surrogate husband to Carly to the point he practically lives there by now. The kids hadn't questioned it; they'd asked a few times if there was anything going on there but after getting a firm no there hadn't been anything else from them in forms of questioning their relationship status. It was what it was and that was the same friendship they'd always had.

There had been times even Danny had questioned why they were at that house so much, to the point he once asked Carly if they were together or not.

You know it's reaching an odd point when a twelve year old is asking if you're in love with your best friend.

Of course, they didn't take into consideration the fact the whole town thought they were together. Again. Everyone had assumed, based off of how much time they'd been spending together- surprisingly more than normal- and the fact that he'd all but moved into the house that they were together.

That was a fun one to realize when he'd gotten shot and everyone had assured her that her boyfriend would be fine.

It just wasn't happening, they were friends. Anything more could complicate it and complicated almost always meant that there would be fights they couldn't go to each other to uncomplicate.

"I know that, but I just don't want to live knowing that there's a chance he could be alive somewhere and he's been kidnapped or forgotten his name or something. It's like I'm stuck in this neverending circle where there's barely any hope but I can't pretend there's none either. Sometimes, I wish that the police would show up with a body and I would have to confirm that yes, he is dead, just so that I could get out of this loop," Carly sobs. "And then I feel terrible for wishing he was dead because I love him, you know, but then at the same time, I can't help but feel like I need closure."

"That's not a bad thing, to need closure. None of us get any closure when it comes to this, Carly. You're not a bad person for wanting some," he reminds her. "You've been grieving for a year a man you don't even know for sure is dead. It doesn't make you bad to want to have something definite."

"But wanting my husband dead? That's dark," she argues with him.

"You want to know if he's dead or alive, something to confirm what's happened to him. I hate to break it to you but you don't qualify as a terrible person," Jason chuckles. "You've never killed someone, never hurt a kid."

"I shot a dude in open court, I almost killed AJ. I've done a lot of questionable things in my life, Jason," Carly fights back.

She's not wrong, persay, but she's not right. "That stuff doesn't make you a bad person. Morally grey? Yes. Bad? No. You do what you think is best and you're impulsive. If something's not going your way, you'll tip the scales. It's just how you are. None of that makes you a bad person. Some people might not like it, but you've never killed someone or hurt a kid, so in my book you're a good person."

Carly's head comes out of her hands for a minute and he smiles, wiping away the tears. "Well you're not a bad person either. You'd never hurt a kid and you only kill in self defense or if the person's really bad and threatening someone you care about. It's not like you wake up and go kill someone for shits and giggles. You mourn the people you kill and feel bad about it. Only a purely horrible person wouldn't feel bad about their murders."

"Neither of us are bad people, let's just agree on that at least."

"Fine," she relents finally. That only took a year. "I miss Sonny. Especially this time of year. Last year, he read Donna and Avery the Grinch and he had the world's worst Grinch voice. I practically begged him to read another book because of how bad it was. But this year, I wish he would be able to read it to them."

"I miss him too," Jason admits. "It's been a hell of a year without him."

"That it has. So much has changed," she agrees with him, shifting her position on the couch so she's lying her head on his lap.

That's probably why the kids thought they were dating.

He plays with her hair as she laughs, remembering some obscure detail about his telling of the Grinch and decorating for Christmas.

Scratch that, this is definitely why everyone thinks they're together.

"Hey Mom, Jason," Joss greets them, coming in from the kitchen. "I'm going to Trina's. Donna's with Ophelia at the Quartermaine's and Avery's with Ava."

"Alright sweetie, have fun," Carly bids her daughter goodbye, sighing. "Why is she so adult now? I mean, I can remember when she was born and it feels like yesterday. Hell, Michael's birth feels like yesterday. And they're both so grown up."

"Time flies when you're having fun," he answers.

"Where'd you get that? A throw pillow or some advice of my mother's?"

"A card someone sent me back when I was in the hospital. Needless to say, that card got tossed in the trash as soon as you'd let me stand up to go to the trash."

"Who the hell sent that to you of all people?"

"No clue. It didn't have a name attached."

"Huh. Well, it's a terrible expression. Too throw pillow. The real answer would be that we're aging, sadly," Carly sighs again, equally as dramatic. "Granted, I still look like I'm 27, but somehow I've aged."

"Age is but a number."

"You sound like a Hallmark card."

"Rude."

"You do!"

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I'm aging as well. You're not in this whole getting old thing alone. Provided, of course, that you agree to age," he smirks.

"I don't have anything better to do, sadly, so I suppose I'll agree to getting older. But I refuse to have a gray hair."

"Then go to the salon when you notice one and dye your hair."

"I plan on it," the blonde smiles at him before changing the topic. "Do you think we're weird?"

"That came out of nowhere."

"Answer the question."

"No?"

"That sounded like a question."

"Carly, how am I supposed to answer this one? I don't know, maybe?" Jason says, though most of it comes out as a question.

"Well, I mean, think of it. Sonny's been presumed dead for a year. You've been in charge of the business and been there for all of us in more ways than I can count. Seriously, I think Donna sees you as a father," Carly chuckles. "And you've listened to me crying and losing it. Hell, you spent a month and a half at the island just so I wouldn't be alone."

"Hey, you're family. I was happy to do all of those things. Besides, you wouldn't leave my side when I got shot. Or for a very long month after that," he jokes.

"I know but you didn't have to do that. You didn't have to step up and parent the kids. You already had Danny and Scout and the breakup with Sam to deal with, that's a lot at once. Not to mention, taking over the business and grieving Sonny. And dealing with me. All at the same time," she smiles. "Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful, but you had no obligation to do any of that."

"Carly, do you think I'd be here right now if I didn't want to? You know me better than that. I love you and the kids and want to be there for all of you. So far, I've only gotten shot once and that was unrelated, so I'd consider this a pretty good experience."

The blonde scoffs at him and he chuckles. "Not funny. You could've died."

Rolling his eyes, he reminds her, "I didn't."

"Well you're not allowed to get shot for a long time."

"I'll take getting shot off of my to do list."

"Don't you dare joke about this!"

"Alright. Look at me. I'm not going to die anytime soon. I promise. It takes a lot more than a measly bullet to kill me, after all. Not even Russian madmen could do it," he says seriously.

"Good. Because if you do that to me again, I'll have no choice but to resign myself to a life in either prison or Ferncliff," she says half seriously, getting a laugh out of Jason.

It's not entirely unrealistic she'd end up in one of those positions, especially given that it's already happened. Repeatedly.

Maybe there's a sign she should stop doing dangerous things.

Almost as though she's being told to by something inside her, Carly connects her lips with his.

to be continued

why do i get myself into these things smh

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Wishes and Regrets // Levi x Reader

"Mommy, let's go over there!"

"Hey mom, how about we pick that?"

"Mama! Mama! We have to hurry!"

Laughter, squeals of many children were heard around the marketing place of the walls. Levi's eyes landed on those fortunate souls who still had their mother's with them.

"You're abnormally quiet." You nudged his arm when you saw him staring at a woman smiling down at her son. You smiled at the scene you both were witnessing, but your smile faded when you looked back into his eyes. Longing and despair was written all over his features.

You knew it pained your husband dearly to see those who had parents, more specifically a mother by their side. Not knowing who his father was, and slowly watching his mother bedridden til death engulfed her left an empty hole in heart. One you knew you cannot fill.

"Come on, we have the food we needed, lets head home." Hearing him sigh, he averted his gaze back to at you and nodded and proceeded walking by your side. On the way back to HQ you noticed that every children and mothers are active today. It clicked in your head now fully knowing the event was,

Mother's Day.

It was no wonder why Levi had said he'd prefer to stay in his office and just buy food the next day earlier. Erwin did say Levi hated this certain event, let alone a sensitive topic for him.

"Hey." You called out to him. He looked down a little, since you were shorter than him. "When we get back, we can always build a fort and sleep all day together with (c/n). How bout that?" You suggested, trying to lighten up his day.

"That would be nice." He gave you a small smile. But then he frowned.

"What?"

"I forgot to clean the damn floor."

- time skip back to HQ -

Finally, Lunch was served. Since it was Mother's Day, it was considered as a celebration, leading the mess hall to prepare a different, but delicious meal rather than the same old soup, bread and water.

"Waaaahh— this is so good!!" Sasha squealed, gobbling down on her food with tears of joy streaming down her face. You giggled as you watched her actions from the other side of the hall, and started eating yours as well.

"Thank the Gods they spiced things up! I was getting tired of the damn soup being all cold." Hanji said through her mouth filled with food. Your husband clicked his tongue at how disgusting and manner less the scientist was and scolded her for talking with food in her mouth. All was going well until—

"Is my son here?"

"Oh, Sander!"

"My, my look at you dear! You've grown up!"

"I brought you your favorite meal, Jean."

Some of the scouts mothers were in the mess halls as their children ran to them and greeting them.

"Tch." your head spun to your husband, and grew worried when you saw his face hardening and his eyebrows furrowing more than usual. Reaching out to grasp his hand, he slammed both his hands onto the wooden table, causing you and Hanji to flinch and everyone's chatter to quiet down and look at him strangely, while some in fear.

"Levi—"

"I'm going to bed."

His hard footsteps echoed as he made his exit out of the mess hall. Muttering a few curses along the way, you caught up to him. Levi, not even bothering to acknowledge your presence as the both of you entered his domain with a hard slam on the door.

His office was upgraded a lot bigger after the both of you got married and had your baby. "Levi." You said following him as he walked passed the crib your baby was currently sleeping on— who was now crying after the loud noise that disturbed your child.

"Levi, please talk to me. Come on we have the whole day, why not instead—"

"Will you for once shut the fuck up, (Y/n)?" You flinched at his harsh tone. "This day has been shitty and I don't need another one of your idiotic plans to make me feel better." You felt your heart shatter as he spoke with venom laced to his tone.

(c/n)'s cries began to grow louder as Levi clicked his tongue in annoyance. Your eyes widened with tears when you heard him, "Dammit will you get the brat out of here and leave me alone!?" he yelled before slamming the door to your shared bedroom to regain his composure. You were left out, crying before picking up your baby to soothe the cries from the both of you.

Meanwhile inside the room, seated on the edge of the bed with both hands pressed on his forehead, was Levi in all his glory, crying.

"I wish you were here..."

A loud knock disturbed the raven haired male's slumber as he groans. "Yo, Levi! Get up, it's time for training!" Hanji yelled from the other side. Not bothering to open his eyes or answer back he shifted his spot in bed. "Stupid shitty glasses." he cursed from his breath.

"Now that isn't polite of you, Levi." a velvet like voice said. Levi's eyes were opened in a second he heard her voice. It couldn't be.

"I told him Mrs. Ackerman! I really did!" Hanji, who was finally let inside his room said. Levi sat up in shock, he slowly raised his head to see if what he heard was, the owner of that voice was real.

Smiling at the man, "I know you did dear, he was so out of it I had to reposition him in bed! And how many times have I told you to call me Kuchel? I don't need formalities." The woman laughed lightly.

In a blink of an eye, the woman Kuchel was taken aback from the sudden weight that was hugging her. "Y-you're real.." Levi gulped and cried silently in his mother's neck.

"I'll leave you, uh, to it?" Hanji said rather awkwardly before walking out of the room, leaving the two Ackermans. "Levi, you're acting up again dear. Was it another dream?" Kuchel cupped both of his cheeks, tenderly wiping out the tears that were pouring from her son's eyes.

"Y-you.." No words would come out of his mouth. That was out of his character to do so. But how could he when she, his mother, was standing right in front of him, and her holding him. He can feel everything. It was real. She was real.

Kuchel smiled, "I'm sure Commander Erwin wouldn't mind if you spent the day with me. After all, some of your scouts are out celebrating Mother's Day." pulling away from the hug, "You sit back down on bed, Levi dear, I'll go make us some tea." Nodding and almost immediately following his mother's request like the obedient child he was.

While Kuchel was out, he hadn't at all let everything sink in. How was she here? He saw her die right before his eyes when he was a child. Could it be that it was all a horrible nightmare he just woke up from? Everything seemed so real. Everything seemed so perfectly in place, he thought.

Everything, except..

"I made your favorite." Snapping from his thoughts, the aroma of tea spreading across the room flagrantly, Kuchel sat on the edge of the bed, gently sipping the tea. Levi smiled, finally picking up his, inhaling the scent of the tea softly before taking a sip. Kuchel watched her son when an idea popped from her head, "Why don't you and I go out the city and celebrate?" she suggested, a glimmer of excitement shone through her steel orbs, much like Levi's. "It would be adventurous, don't you think Levi?" she exclaimed, now holding his free hand.

Levi never saw the sight of his own mother being all excited and child like. But if he had to be honest, he'd rather see this than not at all. Setting down his tea, he flashed her a smile. A real smile.

"Of course. Let's go, mom."

Finally outside the city again, Levi never felt so alive and happy. Strolling around with his mother was like heaven for him. They went to random shops just window shopping at things that would interest them both, talk about the how lousy the scouts were, how Erwin was pushing his buttons and how pestering Hanji was at times. Enjoying the sweet laughter of his mother, and radiant aura, he couldn't be more happier. As if all his problems and worries had melted away just by being with his beloved mother.

"Oh my, city is rather crowded today. Don't you think, dear?" Kuchel commented, her eyes gazing to all those with their families. Levi hummed in agreement. Kuchel then suddenly stops, as she looks at the family of three. Levi stops and gazes at what his mother was as well. A child in between a couple underneath a tree just adoring the flower field and laughing happily. A soft sigh was heard from Kuchel, "My, how endearing they are." Levi's mouth was slightly opened as he continues to watch. Looking at her son she said, "I hope one day you'd have a family of your own, Levi. Wouldn't that be pleasant?" She smiled. Levi gasped. (Y/n), how could he forget, he didn't see her the entire day after yelling at her. He then remembered not seeing the crib he and her had set up for their baby. Speaking of, where were they both?

But...then again... How was his mother..

Seeing the distress look on his face, Kuchel frowned, "Is everything alright, Levi?" she touched his arm. "(Y/n)..." He said. She looked at him in confusion. "I'm sorry sweetheart, who is that?" She questioned. Levi met his mother's eyes. "(Y-y/n), my wife. You know her... Right?" Levi gulped, but paled at her answer.

"Dear, you were never married."

Rushing back to HQ, Levi spotted Hanji and ran towards her. "Oi, shitty glasses!" he barked. "Levi, language." Kuchel scolded.

"I see you were with her, no wonder why you weren't here! Erwin was about to fuss when—"

"Where's (Y/n)?"

Hanji blinked, "Eh? Who?" Levi grew annoyed, "(Y/n) (L/n)! My wife! You were friends goddammit don't act so dense four eyes now's not the time! And where's (c/n)?" Levi was now anxious. His family, he has forgotten about his family and now everyone seemed to forget they ever existed.

"Levi, you never had a wife. If you did everyone would've know. And (c/n)? You never had a baby nor settled." Hanji's brows furrowed as she sweat dropped looking at Levi, who was unusually like this.

He then remembered.

He wished for this.

No he longed for this. For his mother. He never believed in myths or stories about these, but now he did. Feeling his heart sink, he got on his knees as Hanji and Kuchel gasped, kneeling down to assist him.

He wanted this, but he lost the the ones that he's loved deeply. His (Y/n), his wife, his baby. Foolish of him, he thought bitterly. How cruel of the world not by only taking away one person he's held deeply in his heart, but two. What's worse is the fight they had was yet to be resolved.

"I'll take it from here, Hanji. Don't worry." Kuchel said, looking at Levi. "Are you sure? He's not himself."

"I'm sure. He's just out of it." With a nod, Hanji left the two yet again. Shifting in front of him, Kuchel grasped both his hands, soothingly caressing his hands. "Mom.." He spoke.

"What is it, dear?"

"You're not real...aren't you?"

Awaiting for her answer, Levi broke down into tears. "Y-you aren't....if you were, then..." Looking up, feeling Kuchel's heart bream when she saw her son break down into more tears. "Then my family isn't...that's the consequence... That's what I get for wishing you were here!.." Levi cried, head bowing down to his mother's lap.

"I've been selfish... Forgive me mother.." his body shook widely as he soaked his mother's white dress. "Oh Levi.." she spoked hugging his head while stroking his raven hair. "I did hear your wish..." she whispered. "The longing and desperate soul of yours..that's why I'm here.." she explained. "However, that young woman.. And baby...I'm sorry, Levi.."

"You'd wanted to be with me..but what about them, hm?" Kuchel asked, feeling Levi grip her dress until his knuckles were white.

"Mother..."

"I love you, Levi. Never forget that I'm always going to be here now and forever.." she hugged his head tighter, closing her eyes as she cherished the feeling of her child once more.

Gasping awake, Levi's body shot upward from bed. Looking around the dark room, taking in deep breaths, he exhaled. Was it all really a dream? Or had his mother escort him to his room?

"(Y/n).." Throwing both legs out of bed he ran out of the shared room to outside of his office. He looked around to find his one and only wife and child. No where. The night sky wasn't helping as well since it was dark in and out of HQ. Christ, how long was he out?

Levi panted, clenching his jaw tightly as he felt hopeless for the first time. He had truly lost everything. Teardrops fell onto the wooden floor until he heard cooing from the mess hall. He spotted the door crack opened a bit. Going closer he had never cried harder than before.

There, seated at the table he was on, sat the one and only (Y/n), in her arms was his precious baby, (c/n).

Hearing the door creak open, you stopped playing with your child and saw your husband, disheveled and eyes fresh with tears. "Levi." You said, worried why was he like that. "Are you, oh?" You stopped feeling him hugging you tighter, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

"Levi?"

"You're here....you're here..." he cried.

Hearing your baby whine in your arms, Levi chocked a chuckled, gently scooping the child off your arms and nuzzling into the baby's face.

"(c/n)... My precious baby..." he smiled, eyes closed as tears fall from the corner of his eyes. Pulling you into his chest using his other arm, Levi held you both tightly.

"I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry.." He whispered, you wrapped your arms around his torso as you laid your head into his chest, "It's okay, Levi. I'm sorry too.. I didn't help much, instead I just pushed your buttons." You whispered, closing your eyes finding his heartbeat soothing, enough for you to sleep at any moment.

"Don't you fucking apologize. You didn't do anything wrong. I was being shitty. I'm sorry.." Levi said bitterly, hugging you both in his arms, afraid he'd lose the both of you again.

"We have really got to work on your language barrier, love." You giggled, kissing his lips lovingly, happily feeling him kiss back. Now this was real, he thought, kissing you more roughly, until you needed to breathe.

"You haven't told me why you're crying." You panted, lips swollen from his sudden roughness.

"It was nothing." Pecking you both affectionately on the forehead.

Levi paused, looking at you and his beloved baby lovingly. How foolish of him to make such a request. A request he never knew could change his life and a request he wouldn't make if it means the price to pay was his family.

"It was just a bad dream."

A horrible one. One he would never want to come to reality.

Pouting, you slowly got out of his embrace and got up, "well I wanna hear about it in the morning. Let's go back, maybe we can still make that fort we promised. It's still to early for bed times, right (c/n)?" You beamed, earning a hearty giggle from your baby making you and Levi smile.

Standing up you both exited the mess hall before heading back to your room.

The smile on Levi's lips never left, closing his eyes as a small tear streamed down his cheek feeling a small gust of wind brush against him.

"I'm always with you, Levi. I love you."

"Happy Mother's Day, mom." He thought before opening his eyes once more, looking at the bundle of joy in his arms before at your figure beside him.

Feeling his gaze at you, you gave him your eye smile followed by your baby's laughter.

"Thank you, I love you.."

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Heyo! So I'm like suuuuuuuuper lost on like all of your WoW posts lol. Would you mind giving me a basic run down of your characters pretty please?

hey! of course! i’ll be honest, i’m still making and fleshing out a lot of the character, but this is a pretty quick and basic run-down of what I've got so far! thank you for the lovely ask!

this is missing a few of the characters that aren’t super fleshed out yet, and yes, this is my largest cast out of the CHP series!

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Wings of War is set during the early 1970′s, in an alternate history that allows for some advanced technology, the inclusion of Intent, and the addition of wings being a natural part of some human’s forms.

it follows four teams (fluctuating numbers between five and eight members at various points) who have been hired by the Guiding Star Corporation. their job is to “develop advancements in technology, human endurance, and product testing” which, as it turns out, means that they fight to the death in endless matches, brought back to life using what’s known as a Respawn Machine.

the teams (north, south, east, and west) are shipped between ten different bases, scattered across several different countries. this represents the ability to pick different maps in most fighting, pvp, or 1st person shooter games.

on each teams, there are specific roles that the GSC are looking to have filled. each team has a “building” class, for example, which creates the titles of Builder, Maker, Techie, and Engineer. the “sneak” class consists of Assassin, Spy, Rouge, and Thief. each class can only be filled by someone with a specific set of traits, which results in, essentially, total reliance on GSC.

two teams have wings, and two teams don’t. i’m still working on filling out all the roles and creating all the characters, but here’s a basic run-down of what I have so far!

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Adele Adler - the handler, the woman in charge. She runs relay between all four teams, doling out missions, handling issues that arrive on and off base, and acting as go between for the Teams and the Council. she’s supposed to keep her distance between them, and had managed that for all the teams before now, but...the men are growing on her! she has a surprising soft spot for most of them, and finds herself more and more willing to turn blind eyes on their shenanigans.

Jeremy - West Team’s “fast class”, this boy is a Speedster through and through. he has a short temper, a severe anger problem, and briefly made a living running drugs out in Boston. his weapon of choice is a chunk of wood with some sharp nails in it, and he can hit harder than you would think. runs his mouth a lot but is the only person on his team with any ability to understand the words take care of yourself.

Joshua - West Team’s Sharpshooter, and originally from New Zealand. lives in a camper just inside of the perimeters of the base. anti-social and with no interest in changing that, he took on the job because there’s a very large bounty on his head that Adele promised to get rid of.

Feliciano - the Rouge of the West team, he tries very hard to make himself look proper and put together but usually fails. had a bad reputation going when he first started, because he was pretty sick and just Not Feeling Socializing, but it’s easy enough to see that he’s a good guy these days. a former bodyguard.

Lucas - the Techie, and originally from Sao Paulo. he loves sugar sweet coffee, and has a prosthetic leg that’s fueled by Intent and a rare mineral. a technical engineer, meaning he uses Intent to make new technological advances. can talk for hours if you hit a subject that he likes.

Deiter - the Doctor of West team. he’s a good man, though he tends to have extremely manic episodes that are not helped by the incredible amount of upper’s he can often be seen taking. lost everything when the city he lived in was blown up during WW2. fiercely protective of his team-mates.

James - known as the General of the team. fought in WW2. suffered a severe head injury that still affects him today. a kind man with a lot of personality, and a love for animals. if you tell him something, he will likely forget it. don’t hold it against him, because he’s already doing that himself.

Tony - the Runner and local loudmouth of North team. you cannot pay this boy to be quiet, and he’s both stupid as a bag of bricks and also incredibly intelligent. from New York, where he had a lovely stint robbing the Italian mafia blind with his husband, Rizzo, until they were both shot up and picked up by Adele.

Rizzo - the Demolitions Expert of North team, and actually pretty adorable if you can get past the fact that he’s incredibly crass and has no filter between mind and mouth. Hopelessly in love with his husband, even if no one else realizes they’re married. he will burn water if you let him cook, so maybe best if you don’t.

Werner - the North team’s Medic. he’s absolutely batshit, but has a good heart. was running a black market ring in the country side when Adele found him, though he was originally from Oslo. couldn’t speak anything but German and Norwegian before coming to work for the GSC. has two pet rats.

Francois - served as a spy in WW2, and currently the North team’s Assassin. has a HEART based injury with a lot of the same symptoms as tuberculosis. was picked up by the GSC with an offer of as-of-unheard of medication. sardonic, and prone to cracking jokes that most of his team don’t pick up on.

Loto - the Archer, and a member of North team. from the Louisiana bayous, and great with a cross bow. has an old coonhound that sleeps in bed with him, but who Loto claims to hate. often forgets that he needs to actually go to the kitchen and get food, and that the food he needs is easily available.

Braeburn - the Mechanic, and the longest running member of any of the active teams. has a prosthetic arm. really fond of sweet tea, and more idea of what’s going on than he’s willing to let on. bound up in so many contracts, it’s literally woven into his Intent.

Elias - the OG title, Soldier, and a member of South team. fought in WW2, where he briefly met Francois before being shipped to Poland. was discharged after being severely injured, and lived homeless on the streets for a while with BJ. originally from Canada but ended up in America during his discharge due to an error on his papers. suffers from brain tumors caused by extended exposure to Iradium in the war.

BJ - the Hurricane (class title will change, I just needed a placer, oops) of South team. left an abusive home at fifteen and has been on the streets since. took a contract with GSC to get Elias medical treatment. dyslexic, and often described by his team as “being a lot”. uses a steel pipe for his preferred weapon. loves talking and telling stories.

Olek - the Firepower of the team, literally. can probably punch you hard enough to get a KO, but fights with an Iradium powered flare-gun that does serious damage. from Russia, with a strict I won’t tell you anything about my past policy, and a bizarre fondness for bears. great at giving hugs when you’re down.

Jakob - the Maker of the team. has a highly advanced prosthetic eye. losing the vision in his other eye. the guy who picked up BJ and Elias. has a real morality struggle between the job he does, and his own views on Mercy. probably needs a hug more than he lets on.

Scout - the Scout of East team, and yes, he does think that’s funny. grew up the oldest of six kids, with a single mother. started doing deals behind the schoolhouse to bring in some extra cash, and it got out of hand when he got older. has severe ADHD. can and will count cards if you play poker with him. no common sense.

Jane - the Guard of East team. unofficially fought in WW2. a big softy, under all that gruffness. suffering from major hearing loss, and with the habit of virtually never taking off his helmet. a pretty shy guy, and any kindness sent his way will catch him off guard.

Christophe - the Spy of the team, he was drafted into the Korean War, where he served a grueling eight months before being attacked by military trained dog-horses and sent home. a chronic insomniac who never settled back into civilian life, and has an abysmally childish sense of humor.

Ollie - the Arsonist of the team, he was living homeless in Daytona before Seamus found him. has horrible decision making skills and a pretty rough past, and considers the base home near instantly. his self-care skills could use some boosting, and he tries really hard to not mess things up.

Seamus - technically the Gunner of the group, but he would rather just make a lot of bombs and use them instead. missing an eye, and has a lot of self-worth issues and a pretty heavy accent that his speech impediment doesn’t help. a drunk, but having Ollie around’s been proving to be good for him.

#wip wow #wow characters #wow chatter #bookish tag #I had so much fun writing this up

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