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tanglepelt · 1 year
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Dc x dp idea 8
What if Danny was actually Bruce’s son
Bruce is full aware he had a kid. Dick and Bruce actively knew Danny when he was a baby.
The kicker is that a natural portal opened up under him and stole him. Like they were at a park or something and with a green glow poof he is gone.
I’d blame clockwork for it. He want pariah sealed away and without Danny no one fixed vlads screw up
So danny as a baby is now in a different dimension. Fentons adopt (kidnap) the baby they find in the woods. Jazz wanted a baby brother and this baby came from a portal from the ghost zone.
They discover Danny is phantom. He didn’t know he was stolen from the woods. Jazz is panicking cause that’s her baby brother and there parents are insane. Cue parents wanting to poke and prod not nicely
Danny goes and gets Ellie cause he cares about his clone and they flee. They get in the ghost zone and clockwork does his messing around with time lines. Now Dani and Ellie are in the dc universe.
On the dc side. The same glowing green portal that stole Bruce’s son just opened and spit out Danny and Dani.
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bakubunny · 7 months
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bnha: their partner has an oral fixation (part 2)
PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4
Dabi | Tomura | Shouta
more smutty bnha headcanons no one asked for but i’m writing them anyway because it’s fun.
obligatory mdni, 18+ content. you will be blocked.
tags: fem!reader, oral fixation (obv), oral sex, rough sex, fish hooking mentioned, facials mentioned, finger sucking, unintentional hand & finger kink
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Dabi
i hope you love sucking dick and getting face fucked, cause he loves it too. any time, anywhere, as many times as you want. at least once or twice a day if not more. also he loves painting your face if you don’t swallow.
lets you cockwarm him at night if it helps you fall asleep. he’d never admit it, but it helps him fall asleep too. he’d also never say that he’s got a tiny soft spot for how sweet you look with his dick in your mouth while you lay in bed.
he might make you beg or tease you a bit if you’re bratty, but you both know the second those needy doe eyes come out, your head’s getting shoved into his lap. he thinks it’s even better when you’re standing and he gets to grab you by the hair and pull you down to your knees.
finger fucks your mouth just to see you drool and make you blush, and makes you look him in the eye when he does it. might even do it when his friends are around because he doesn’t give a fuck, he wants you to be a pretty mess, and he doesn’t care who knows it.
you can bet your bottom dollar he will fish hook you when he fucks you from behind because, “you look so pretty like this, babydoll. i can’t help myself.”
Tomura
he thinks you’re insane for playing with his hands as much as you do, and he loves it. you think you might be insane too, but you’re with Shiggy for fuck’s sake, of course there’s at least a little part of you that likes the fear of being turned to dust when he’s got that beautifully wild, sadistic grin on his face.
might like to taunt you with the fear, but would never actually harm you.
enthusiastic about it in the beginning because god do you look so fucking slutty and needy, but the more he sees that you genuinely care about him, the more afraid he is of hurting you. wears specific gloves that cover his pinkies because you’re special to him because it makes him less anxious.
your love and tenderness with the part of him that has only ever destroyed, only hurt people and hurt them bad, is painful and he doesn’t handle it well. he pushes you away a lot, but you’re patient with him, knowing he’ll always come back.
once admitted that you make him itch a little less, but refuses to think of the ramifications of what that means about his feelings for you.
lets you give head whenever you want. enjoys it a lot when he’s playing video games and he gets to ignore you no matter how enthusiastic you are. will occasionally grab you by the hair and use you as a way to get off.
Shouta
man’s busy and so are his hands - grading, case work, lesson planning, training, taking care everyday life - so they’re not something you go for often, but you don’t mind so much. you appreciate any moment you can share with him, especially if he’s curled up next to you or in your lap.
occasionally puts his hand towards your lips in bed at night without thinking; so much of his life is on autopilot out of necessity that sometimes he doesn’t think twice.
most of his appreciation for your fixation comes out in sex; he loves the blissful look you get with his finger(s) in your mouth while you ride him, and he loves how hard it makes you cum.
loves to give head, so you get the luxury of his lips on your body frequently, which in a roundabout way satisfies your craving.
likes receiving head, but mostly because of how much you enjoy it. sure, it feels fantastic, but he appreciates the intimacy of it more.
came up because you point blank asked if it was okay. he shrugged. “why not?” which quickly became, “oh. we’re doing this again.”
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dollfaceksj · 5 months
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hey clovy! i’m already looking forward for the next drabble <3 friday and weekend better come faster
hehe im glad u were patient <3
can’t afford love | myg (m) #4
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WHAT DO YOU DO?
ACCEPT, HAVE FOREPLAY — 95,7%
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you chose:
ACCEPT, HAVE FOREPLAY
you stare at him for a second longer before slowly starting to nod your head. “fuck, okay.”
he frowns for a moment longer before gently sighing. he places his hands on the back of your knees and pushes them all the way to your torso, spreading you out for him
you gasp at the strength he uses to do that, a scowl creeping on your face. “i’m not a doll!”
he simply ignores you, eyeing your sex for a few seconds before closing in on it
his tongue come in contact with your slit, licking a thick stripe up from your hole to your clit and it makes you slightly shiver under him
you glance down at him and you’re met with his eyes closed, nose nudging your clit as he licks all around your pussy
taking his time
eating you out
like he’s been starved
tongue swirling all around, slurping, sucking on your clit
and this is exactly the reason why you didn’t want any fucking foreplay
because his head game is insanity-inducing
you try your best to keep quiet
refusing to let him know the effects his tongue have on you
yeah you’re childish for that
you hate to say it
but your exhusband is the best pussy eater in the fucking world
the way he uses his tongue is literally inhumane
your thighs clench, tremble and it’s getting harder to actually keep yourself quiet
a soft whimper leaves your mouth without permission and you instantly slam your lips shut
you glance down at him again but this time he’s staring straight at you, mouth still on your quivering pussy
he leans back, hands still gripping your thighs
“you good?” he asks, lips and chin glistening with his saliva and your slick
you blink at him a few times, chest dramatically rising and falling
you slowly nod, involuntarily clenching around nothing
he glances down at your pussy again, just in time to catch the clench which he smirks at but decides not to comment on
you fight the urge to roll your eyes but there’s not much energy left when all of it’s going into you trying to stay as still and quiet as possible
but your plan horrible fails when he starts sucking on your clit with all his might, slurping and attacking it with his tongue
“fuck!” you cry out, hips involuntarily grinding up into his face but he simply keeps going, slightly shaking his head from side to side to give you even more friction
you try to keep quiet, slapping your hand onto your mouth and keeping your cries and moans quiet as he sucks you for all you’re worth
he doesn’t pay much attention to anything else, just focused on eating you out to the best of his abilities with his eyes closed
it reminds you of all the times he’d eat you out
he loved it
sometimes he’d just eat you out for long periods of time, for fun, for his pleasure, edging you and he wouldn’t ask for anything in return either
literally would just come home and find comfort in eating you out
even when you were busy
scrolling on your phone, reading a book, watching tv
he always had his mouth on you
you always called it his oral fixation because he just can’t keep his lips off your face or shoulders or neck or just anywhere on your skin
there’s a sudden intrusion and that’s when you realize he’s plunged two of his fingers into you which automatically makes you arch your back up off the bed
“oh, my god!” you moan, hands flying into his hair as you tug on his roots, trying to pull his face towards you as you grind into his mouth
he continues, slurping and sucking and your moans turn into extreme ragged breathing when the familiar knot in your stomach starts forming
“i-” you pause, “i’m gonna… i’m gonna cum,” you sob as you start clenching around his fingers, back completely arching off your mattress
he speeds up the pace of his fingers as his lips close around your poor clit, continuing to abuse it with his mouth as he pushes you towards your high
your orgasm finally washes over you and it makes your entire body tremble for several moments, tears pricking in your eyes as you cum all over his mouth and fingers
the squelching sounds are disgusting yet delicious, and fuck, you don’t think you’ve ever wanted him as bad as you do in this moment
“fuck, i’ve missed this,” he mumbles but you can barely register it as your body shakes with euphoria
he lets you ride out your high, tongue still licking all the nooks n crannies in your pussy until you’ve stopped trembling and push against his head
he slowly pulls away but not before placing a soft kiss to your pussy
you try to catch your breath, arm draped over your eyes as you focus on steadying your breathing
he softly strokes your thighs. “how are you feeling?”
you swallow thickly before parting your lips and after a moment of silence, you reply, “real fucking good.”
a soft chuckle leaves him as he sucks his fingers clean and gets onto his knees on the mattress
“you need a minute?” he asks quietly, gently rubbing circles onto your stomach which you try not to flinch away from
you can directly feel him rubbing circles around your loose skin and it makes you so insecure
“no, let’s get on with it,” you say once you’ve calmed down, removing your arm from your view to glance up at him and subtly pushing his hand away from your stomach
you really don’t want to be in this position any longer than you need to be
“okay,” is all he says as he slides his boxers off and tosses them off the bed
your eyes automatically drop down to his erection, rock hard and screaming for attention
he knows how much you love his dick and you wish he didn’t
you slowly glance up at him and he’s staring right at you
with the most smug look on his face that you wish you could just SPIT on
you blink a few times before shifting awkwardly on the bed
he holds onto one of your thighs whilst guiding his dick to your leaking sex but not before dropping a dribble of saliva directly onto your pussy
holy shit
you almost moan at the act but quickly stop yourself
“ready?” he asks, tip of his dick nudging your hole
you nod, holding onto the eye contact with him but he’s got other plans
“—to fall in love with me again?” he adds after you’ve already started nodding your head
….
he’s so aggravating
just as you start scowling at him and reach out to hit his shoulder
he slowly starts pushing into you
your brows instantly furrow together and your mouth falls open at the intrusion, the burn in your walls bringing soft tears to your eyes
your hand stays frozen in the air, just before you can hit him
his brows are scrunched together and his bottom lip is trapped between his teeth
you wrap so tightly around him
“are you okay?” he whispers as he slowly pushes further until he fully bottoms out
you gasp once he’s nestled fully inside of you. “y..yeah, sorry. it’s uh,” you pause, “it’s been a while.”
and it has been
you haven’t had sex
since your last time with yoongi
which is a year ago
he blinks at you for a few moments, still buried in you
“you’re so tight,” he pauses, “relax for me, y/n.”
you take a deep breath and take his advice, slowly letting go and trying to relax
“that’s it, baby,” he whispers as he places one hand next to your head against the pillows which makes him completely hover over you
he needs to stop calling you baby
everywhere you look
he’s there
you take another deep breath before saying, “move.”
he slowly pulls out, keeping the tip inside before pushing back in carefully
he does that a few times and the burn is slowly shifting into pleasure
and you need more
you say, “faster.”
he stares into your eyes for confirmation until he slowly starts rocking his hips faster into yours
you try to keep quiet but occasionally, pathetic moans spill from you
“fuck, you sound so sweet,” he mumbles as he leans down, burying his face into your neck and pressing his lips against your skin. “i’ve really missed those pretty sounds you make, love.”
he needs to stop talking to you like this.
“yoongi,” you warn and it comes out as a pathetic whimper but he simply pecks your neck
“yes, say my name.” he slowly starts rocking into you harder
it almost feels like his way to shut you up to let him kiss your neck and sweet talk you without you bringing up your dumb rules
your moans get increasingly louder as he continues to fuck into you, your whole body jerking from the impact
he then pulls away to stare down at you, catching your fucked out eyes and your agape mouth as sweet moans escape your throat
his eyes glance down at the way your breasts bounce from the momentum of his thrusts and he doesn’t wait another second before he tugs the strap of your teddy off your shoulder to expose your right breast, grabbing a handful of your boob as he snaps his hips into yours
yoongi has always loved to touch and fondle you and you’ve always loved it as well
you want to call him out on it but you don’t want him to stop
because it feels so fucking good
yoongi has always loved your body but he was absolutely enamored with you when you were pregnant
you’d never had taken him for that kind of guy
but he proved you wrong back then
the words that leave your mouth escape without your permission, making you want to scream into the void
surprisingly…
“you liked it when they were filled with milk, right?” you question, blinking up at him with a certain look in your eye
WHAT IS WRONG WITHYOUUUUU???
why the hell would you ask that THATS WEIRDDDD
you watch as his adam’s apple bobs up and down
he grunts in response and stays quiet for a few moments as he continues to knead your breast. “is that wrong?”
your teeth sink into your lower lip. “no.”
“then, yes.”
another moan spills out of you when he pinches your nipple but releases your breast not long after, placing his hands on each side of your waist against the mattress
your legs automatically wrap around his waist to cage him in, keeping him firmly pressed against you and it makes his lips slightly curl up into a smirk. “don’t want me to leave?”
“kiss my ass,” you mumble in response as you bring your hands up to squeeze his biceps
“i would if you’d let me,” he says, the pace of his hips slowly increasing. “you’re still so damn beautiful. i must be crazy.”
what the fuck
you almost moan at his words but quickly restrain yourself
those are responses he’d always give you whenever you would said stuff like that and now it reminds you of the old days with him
:/
get yourself together!
“think you can cum for me again?” he whispers, eyes dropping to your lips for a split second as you quietly moan
you lick your lips as your hand travels down your stomach, reaching your clit and gently rubbing it
you moan at the sensitivity, legs starting to shake
“i’m,” he pauses, “i’m close. last chance to back out,” he jokes
you pinch your brows together and smack the back of his head
him making it seem like ur using a second child as an excuse to get dicked down by him again… he’s crazy!!!
crazy.
“ow,” he chuckles but not long before he unhooks your legs from his waist and wraps his own hands around them
pushing your legs all the way to the mattress as he picks up the pace and snaps his hips into yours
“fuck!” you cry out at the change of angle, speed and impact
“can’t fucking wait to fill you up again,” he mumbles, his ragged breathing fanning over your face. “my favorite thing in the fucking world.”
ugh
how can he just
say this to you
no problem
even though you’re ovulating
and the most sinful words are bubbling in the back of your throat
there's almost a physical resistance, keeping you from admitting how much you love being under him
or on top of him, if you will
“i’m gonna cum,” he whispers. “pussy too fucking good. nothing compares.”
😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫
fuck
he needs to stop talking or things are gonna get out of hand
and really bad for you
cause why are you .. bummed that its already over?
:////
his hips stutter and it doesn’t take long after for him to finally paint your walls with his warm cum, the squelching of his dick fucking his cum into you is almost embarrassing but in this moment it only turns you on even more
“fuck,” he whispers as he fucks his load into you, eyes shut and lip trapped between his teeth
you moan alongside him, having a perfect view of your poor sex being pummelled by his
after riding out his high, he stays buried inside of you, grunting as he tries to catch his breath
cum leaking out of you
heavy breathing
skin to skin
you finally make eye contact with him as you try to catch your own breath
“give me a second,” he mumbles as he hangs his head low after letting go of your legs
“for what?” your voice comes out hoarse and fucked out
he glances up at you like you asked something absurd
he frowns for a moment before speaking again and saying;
“i asked you to cum again, didn’t i?”
to be continued.
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BTS Reacts to You Coming Home with Your Arm in a Sling
Hey guys! It’s been a while! This is the first request I’ve gotten since I reopened my request! It’s been nice writing a request again! I hope you guys like it. I just banged it out quickly before I have to get ready for work.
Request: I have a bts reaction request where you have an arm injury that resulted in your arm being swollen and getting a ruptured vein from going through a cat scan at a hospital and you have to have your arm in an arm sling for 2 weeks. Sorry if it’s detailed but it’s because this happened to me and it’s not fun AT ALL!!!
1. Jin
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Jin is the type to overly worry. When you come home with a sling, he’s just a little bit panicked. As far as he knew, this was just going to be a routine procedure but now you’re injured and he is meticulously reading through the doctor’s notes on how to care for your injury. If the injury causes you to have any kind of movement issues, he is there to pick up the slack and take care of you however you’re willing to accept it. He takes over making meals whenever he can and making sure that you’re resting. He knows that taking care of yourself and resting is important to heal better and he’s going to make sure you get better, no matter what.
“Come here princess, let me take a look at it. I just want to make sure it’s looking better,” Jin’s touch is soft as he examines your arm, his eyebrows pinched in concentration.
2. Suga
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Yoongi is very much the type to quietly take care of you. He keeps the kitchen stocked with your favorite snacks and drinks for when he isn’t home. He cooks you your favorite meals and always helps you without complaining. He’s read through the doctor’s instructions three times to make sure he hasn’t missed anything. He knows exactly how you feel having to have your arm in a sling, especially since he had to use one after his shoulder surgery. He’s very perceptive of your needs and often helps to take care of them before you fully realize that it’s come up.
“I made dinner. Why don’t we eat and then we can watch a movie, okay Kitten?” Yoongi presses a kiss to your forehead, helping you up off the couch and over the dining table.
3. J-Hope
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Hoseok is an overly worried type. When you come home injured and in a sling, his expression would become shocked. He would ask too many questions, not giving you time to answer them until he loses steam. He would sit you on the couch, examining you in an attempt to make sure you’re not injured anywhere else. You would basically have to force him to go to any of his schedules because he would just want to stay home and take care of you.
“But what if you need me?” Hoseok pouts, his best attempt at puppy dog eyes making an appearance,” I’m always supposed to be here when you need me, Sunshine?”
4. RM
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Namjoon would let you explain the entire situation before he comments, wanting to make sure he fully understands the situation. With your arm being a sling, he would likely call Yoongi to get notes on what kind of care or assistance you would need. He knows that Yoongi is not the type to accept help easily, but he’s had an arm injury before so he wants to make sure he has all the knowledge he needs. He would make sure to come home earlier than he normally does, wanting to make sure you feel cared for and looked after.
“It doesn’t hurt too bad, does it baby?” Namjoon holds you close, the two of you cuddled up in bed,” I can’t help worrying that you’re in too much pain.”
5. Jimin
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Jimin’s eyes would end up filled with tears the moment he sees you, mostly from being shocked by your suddenly injured form appearing before him. When you explain exactly what happened, he would be the one that wants to talk directly to the hospital and demand to understand why this happened. He’s the type would would never be confrontational when it came to him but to square up when someone he cares about is injured. He’s also going out of his way to baby you, probably more than actually required but he can’t help it.
“Angel, you need to stay laying down. I’m going to go get us some snacks and drinks. Don’t you dare move from that spot,” Jimin gives you a pointed look, ignoring your continual reminder that your legs are in no way injured.
6. V
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Taehyung is the sweetest bean and all he can think of is trying to make you feel comfortable. He would have you constantly looked after, if not by himself than having Yeontan “take over for him” when he leaves. It’s cute and endearing and would likely be an attempt to make you laugh. He has Yeontan go through rigorous “training” that has absolutely nothing to do with looking after you just to make you laugh. Mostly, he just wants to make sure that you’re not overly worried about it. If you need to have asexual serious talk, he’s absolutely able to do that, but he also wants to make sure that you feel more normal.
“Okay, Yeontan, you have to look after Muffin for me while I go to work,” Taehyung says very seriously, knelt on the ground in front of the small dog. You can’t help rolling your eyes at the nickname Taehyung had taken up calling you as he had decided it was adorable and would not let it go.
7. Jungkook
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Jungkook is another one who might tear up seeing you injured. He’s always been incredibly soft and we all know that he cries quite easily so it wouldn’t take much to push him over the edge. He is the type to constantly ask you if you need anything, wanting to make sure you feel well looked after. He’s constantly cuddling you and giving you some attention. All the injury is not life-threatening, it would still remind him that there is a possibility of you being injured worse someday and he’s now become temporarily paranoid about it. He won’t let you do anything he deems as ‘dangerous’ though some of them are odd, like being unable to shower alone in case you ‘slip and fall’.
“That’s not fair, Doll,” Jungkook pouts, looking at the dinner you had prepared and set out for the two of you to share,” You should have waited for me to get home and we could have made it together. What if you had gotten hurt and I wasn’t home?”
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sugarsfics · 9 months
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Eddie My Love
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Trope: Virgin!Eddie x reader 
Warning: 18+ please, cussing, making out, kissing, some touching, use of y/n, talks of fighting, bullying and pda. 
Word count: 3.0k 
Summary: Eddie is laying in bed thinking about your relationship with the way it started, how it was and how it is going to move forward. 
A/N: PLEASE READ Hiiiii so this is based on my Virgin!Eddie headcannons here. So, this one shot goes from past to present the present is in bold and the past is not italicized, means it is their thoughts. Thank you and enjoy:) 
Ah Eddie thought dreamily he stared at you while you slept today was the day, he was going to ask you to be his wife. He caressed your cheek you made a little whimper sound a scooted closer to him then sighed of contentment. His heart fluttered and brought you closer, if that was even possible. He started to think about how he came to this point in his life how you chose him. 
Eddie was on “babysitting duty” at the arcade with the younger members of the Hellfire club, he would normally saw no to taking them anywhere, but you worked there. He has had the biggest crush on you since he moved to Hawkins in 6th grade. Your beauty took his breath away, you were the one who would pick him up after a fight, in 78’ you punch said bully. He would watch you from afar because he was already branded for the moment he stepped into the town. Every parent knew about his dad they all grimaced at the name Munson so when they heard he was moving back into town with his son the word got around quickly. Their kids would hear their conversations during play-dates or when going to the store with their moms so when role call came that warm Monday morning “Eddie Munson” all kids turn to see who see the face was they should avoid. Eddie was very observed when it came to lunch the kids would cover up the open spots he heard the whispers, it went like this for every school he went to, why did he think Hawkins would be different. 
Even years later, finally senior year, you were a sight for sore eyes “Would you stop being a creep” Erica said “I am not being a-a creep” Eddie said with a voice crack “You always stare at her whenever we are here just go talk to her” “What I can’t just go an-” “Y/N-“ Erica screamed but was quick silenced by Eddie’s hand “Could you not” Eddie whispered she smacked his hand away “Could you not cover my mouth again” an idea popped in her head “Well since you don’t want to talk to her I will just let Josh do the talk” “Josh who is Josh” Eddie asked in a panic “Oh you know Josh Grover he lives across the street from me and would always be outside or ask my mom if he needed any yard work done conventionally would come out when y/n was babysitting me so I think he got an eye for her” she smirked “Please don’t I-I want to talk to her b-but I just can’t” “Why not” “I just can’t” “Come one it’s not that hard to talk to her” “Maybe not for you but me fuck I can’t even get out one word without stuttering and who’s want to date a stuttering freak” he sadly said. The first time he talked to you is when you punched David Green in the face for fighting with Eddie, he couldn’t even say thank you he just sound like a baby learning their “T’s” and he ran away. He was pulled out of his memory when he heard Erica yell “Y/N!!!!”  Eddie did what he does best, he ran. 
If he is being honest with himself your next interaction was a blur, all he remembers was seeing you at the store, then Erica pushing him into you and somehow left with your number. He called you the moment he got home. He thanks whatever god that was on his side that day because not only did he get your number he got a date for the coming Friday. That was the slowest week of his life, every day went longer than the next and didn’t get him started on the day of the date it felt like time was going backwards. But at last, 4:00 came around when he started getting ready, he ran out the door at 4:45, his van roared to life and Judas Priest blasted through his speaker, and he was on his way to you. You both met at the town diner, Eddie insisted on picking you up but you lived passed the diner and didn’t want him the back track, he knew Wayne wouldn’t have approved but he followed your request. He pulled in the parking lot of the diner he didn’t see your car yet, so he double checked myself in his mirror he fluffed his hair, readjusted his pins, he was looking at his teeth when he heard a knock on the window he jumped and was met with your face. He stepped out of the car “h-hey um how long have you been standing there?” he asked “Long enough” you answered with a giggle he faces turn red. You touch his cheek “Don’t be embarrassed it was cute” you told him his whole body grew hot to your touch when you took your hand off to start walking to the door he stood frozen he hover over where your hand was he could still feel the warm softness “Are you coming” you asked breaking him from his haze “Yes coming” Eddie cringe at the memory of how he acted he looked down at your sleepy body how did she stay with that dork he thought. 
You must of really like that dork since you both went on more dates after. On the fourth date, that one was his favorites, you invited him over to your house. He swore he fell in love when you opened the door, you had an apron on your hair up in a bun with a smudge on your cheek “Hey Eddie come on in” he followed you in he looked like one of those cartoons characters floating following your scent with heart eyes. He brought him into your living room “Here sit give me a minute to freshen up” “Ok” he said watching you disappear into the hallway. He looked around and smiled at your baby pictures along the fireplace. About a minute later you came about “Hey sorry about that you ready” he jaw dropped you had a beautiful red dress on “Close your mouth before you catch flies” you said giving him a wink, he shook his head getting out of the trance you put him in “Sorry I-I- It's just that you look so beautiful” “Come on” you laughed “let's eat” He swear that he died at went to heaven after taking the first bite “Wow y/n oh my this is wow” you laughed at his reaction “Why thank you Eddie I tried my best” Dinner was amazing you were both talking about anything and everything you can think of. Once the plates were empty you grabbed them and took them to the kitchen “Wait let me help” Eddie said “No I got it you are guest just sat there and look pretty that shouldn’t be hard for you” you said in a flirtatious way with a wink. Eddie looked down to hide his obvious red face. Gosh my face must have been so red shot my face still gets red to this day when she flirts. You came out a minute later with a cake covered with strawberries “I hope you didn't mind the strawberries they are my favorite” “It looks beautiful y/n” you cut each a slice and served, Eddie took a bite “Gosh you are just a kitchen Goddess wow” this time you blushed “So Eddie I have something I want to tell you” “Yea tell my anything” he said with a mouth full of cake. You wipe the frosting from his cheek and said “Eddie I really really like you our dates have been amazing so I wanted to know if you wanted to be together like my boyfriend” Eddie’s world stopped you the girl of his dreams wants to be with him “Yes!” he cleared his throat “I mean yea yes would love that”  
The next campaign Eddie ran to Erica and gave her a hug. “Thank you Thank you THANK YOU” “Get off of me you nerd now what are you thanking me for” Erica said in her sassy tone “For pushing me literally into y/n we are together now like I am able to call her my girlfriend” he said excitedly “Well you are welcome” she said patting his back “But if you ever tell anyone that you hugged me I will ruin your life” 
Eddie was beyond excited, even with insults being through at him walking down the halls he had the biggest smile on his face. He finally has a girlfriend; you were his first girlfriend let alone the first girl to talk to him willingly. Eddie was at his locker when he saw you, somehow his smile gotten times bigger you walked up to him and gave him a hug “Hi” you mumbled into his chest, but Eddie was stiff his hand were straight to his side. “Eddie is everything ok” “You hugged me” “Yea sorry I will ask next time I just thought-” “I have never been hugged by a girl before I was just surprised" “Oh” you giggled “Do you want to try again” “Please” he said quickly you wrapped your arms around his waist and he whispered “What do I do now” you whispered “Put your arms around me” he placed his arms around your lower back “I-is this ok” he asked “Yes” after the confirmation Eddie melted into you. Hugging you was now his favorite thing to do. Unfortunately, the bell rang meaning Eddie had to end the hug. “Can I walk you to class? That is what boyfriends do right?” Eddie asked, “Yes you can” You both walked shoulder to shoulder to class you wanted to grab his hand but after the hug he needs time to get used to affection you thought. Eddie had the same thought but a little differently he wanted to grab your hand, but you were in a crowded hallway. Would you want to hold hands with him? In-front of all these people? But you just hugged him? It would be ok right? This time Eddie took the initiative “y/n?” he asked “Yes” “Can I hold your hand” “I thought you never asked” your hand intertwined perfectly like to piece of a puzzle. Your smile matched walking down the hall. 
It has been two months since you and Eddie started dating you have yet to kiss not that Eddie didn’t want to kiss you because God did he want to, but he was scared because you would be his first and he and no clue what to do. It was Saturday and you were at the trailer with him when you brought it up “Eddie?” “Yes princess” “We have been dating for two months already and we haven't kissed do you not want to kiss me?” Eddie’s eye widen “No No I mean yes I mean” he lets out a sigh “I never kissed anyone before and I’m scared to do it wrong” “Oh well don’t worry I could teach you” his ears start turning red “Really” he said shyly “Yes if you want me to” “Yes” he said eagerly “Can we do it now please” he asked. You sat up straight and he mirrored “Ok” you moved closer “Just follow me ok” he nodded. You grabbed his face and brought him closer “I’m going to kiss you now” he gulped and nodded when you pucker your lips, he puckered your lips met and Boom! Firework! You pulled away and Eddie chased after your lips “Wow” “You say that a lot” you giggled “Well because you are so wow” “Can we do it again please” he asked. You pulled his face to yours and kissed Eddie eagerly and opened his mouth, but he opened too big and ended up swallowing your lips. “Oh, my I’m sorry” “Its ok we are practicing did you want to go furthermore tongue?” “Please” he breathed out “Ok let's start” After many bites and awkward lip eating he finally got the hang of kissing and making out. Now look at me I’m a pro he says kissing your sleeping body  
After that teaching, Eddie cannot keep his lips off you. He uses his big brown eyes you love and a “Please” like how you can say no. His leg starts to shake with your lips meet his it’s the cutest thing. 
Over time Eddie got used to the whole dating thing. When you guys first cuddled in it was awkward you laid on his chest and his hands hovered over your body “Do you need help pretty boy” you asked. He blushed at his new nickname and nodded you place his hands where you wanted “Is this ok?” You asked if he couldn’t form words, too many emotions flowing through his body he nodded. During the cuddle his hand accidentally slipped and touched your booty he said sorry almost a thousand times, you had to grab his face and tell him that it was ok. After that he is a cuddle bug whenever his hands go lower, he always asks if its ok.  
“No way” Gareth said “Yep my babe is smoking” Eddie said. He was currently bragging to his friends about how hot your body is. I did this knowing damn well I had yet to see her body let alone see her in a bathing suit I kept my eyes closed while she was changing up till our 4th year of dating. Eddie felt your hands wrap around his waist, the hellfire members laughed watching their big and scary DM melt in a puddle over the slightest touch. “So, y/n are you coming to our gig tonight” Jeff asked “Yes I finally was able to get off work” you said Eddie was beyond excited to have you at his gig. He had been preparing for weeks with the perfect song. The boys were setting up, while Eddie kept on looking at the door “Man relax she is going to be here” Matt said “I know but-” Eddie didn’t get to finish he sentence because you just walked in the door he jumped off the stage running towards you “WHIPPED” Jeff screamed at Eddie he flipped them off before hugging you “Hi baby” he said into your hair “Hey my pretty boy rockstar” Eddie face obviously red already. “I um saved you a spot” he said rubbing the back of his neck “Aw that’s so sweet” “Let me take you” he said grabbing your hand he leads you to a table right front and center “Here you are M’lady” he says in an accent bowing down “Why thank you” he returns back to the stage with a smile on his face, the boys look at him with a knowing look “Shut up” Eddie says before they could say anything. About 10 minutes later their show starts. They begin to play a familiar tune then Eddie voice comes in “You got me runnin baby You give me somethin’ way beyond revenue” My Kinda Lover by Billy Squier one of your favorite songs. The beginning was going get then he looked at you, you looked so pretty sitting there is mind wonder he ended up messing up a few chords he had to look away before anyone noticed. Every time he looked at you either his voice squeaked, or his guitar did. Fuck that was embarrassing he thought but you never said anything you only looked at him with love in your eyes telling him he did amazing every single time. 
One day at lunch you were walking up to their table, Eddie was in a middle of one of his passionate speeches hyping the boys up for the campaign, when you notice there was no seat and Eddie’s lap looked inviting you have been dating for 6 months and been doing a lot of things so what's the harm. So, you sat in his lap, the moment your scent filled his nose and your bottom hit his lap all thoughts left his brain and were filled with you. He started to stutter in his speech the hellfire members smirk as the master was crumbling right in front of their eyes. Out of all the members Dustin was in love with your guy's relationships and Erica but she would never admit it.  
As the one-year mark was approaching Eddie was way more comfortable touching you, he stopped asking to hold your hand but sometimes asks out of habit. Eddie never wants to leave your side he always has a body part touching you.  
Now on your one-year anniversary you had a sleepover at your place. You had snacks galore with all your guy's favorite movies you even bought matching pajamas. The amazing night ended with you and Eddie cuddled up, limbs tangled together in your own love bubble. That was Eddie’s best sleep ever. He woke up early and was able to watch you peacefully sleep protected in his arms. What Eddie didn’t plan for was the night after, he was tossing and turning cuddling into his pillows and blankets, but nothing felt like you. Eddie looks at the clock the time read 1:37 “Fuck it” he put on his shoes and drove to your house. You were woken by Eddie falling through your window “Oh my god Eddie what are you doing” you whisper screamed “I can’t sleep” he said sheepishly. He looked tired and somehow still the cutest thing ever “Come on” you said opening your blanket he happily took off his shoes and jumped in bed with you. He cuddled into you with a sigh “So much better” within 3 minutes baby boy was out like a light.  
Eddie was brought back to reality, feeling you move. “Good morning love” he said kissing your forehead “Good Morning pretty boy” he still blushes at the nick name “Come on get up with got things to do” “I don’t remember planning anything” you told him. He smirks “Hm welp just get ready” “Well what should I wear” “Anything” he kissed your lips “You always look beautiful” he continued. He walked into the kitchen giving you privacy he pulled out the ring in his pocket and admired it “Yep she's the one” he whispered, he heard the door open and quickly hid the ring “You ready” you asked “Always” he said taking your hand leading you out the house knowing when you come back thing will be different for the good.
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Baby #3 Pregnancy announcement insta au
A/N this has been sitting in my drafts unfinished since march 🫣 also, this series has no face claim, I just happened to find pictures that all matched and I liked them so I used them.
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EntertainmentTonight Jack Harlow walked the 2023 Grammy's red carpet alone tonight. This marks the first red carpet he's walked without wife Y/N by his side. Could this mean trouble in paradise for the couple who has currently has two kids together? In our interview with Jack, he says no. Watch the moment in the interview where Jack talks about his wife and judge for yourself.
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"So, we've noticed the absence of one person with you Jack, your wife Y/N, is she supporting you tonight?" The interviewer asked Jack.
"Oh, Y/N is here with me, she just decided not to walk with me, but she's here supporting me. I barely go anywhere without Y/N, I'm sure it pisses my team off sometimes." Jack answered, laughing softly. "Hasn't changed since we were 16, and that's not changing now."
You and Jack decided you wanted to keep the pregnancy to yourselves for awhile, so between keeping your pregnancy a secret and because you had still been nauseous from your morning sickness, you decided not to walk with Jack. You were only 4 months pregnant, but you were showing, so if you would have walked, you would have had to announce your pregnancy.
"Does it feel weird walking without her? Since this is the first time you've ever been on a red carpet without her?" They asked.
"It does feel weird walking without her, but she'll be back by my side once I get inside, so that's all that matters." Jack answered.
"And where are your kids tonight?" They asked.
"The girls are at home with their grandparents, we're only here for the weekend and my parents love having them, and the girls are always begging to have sleepovers with them, so we decided to make it a little parents getaway weekend. We don't really do award shows with them, they came to watch me host the MTV VMA's but other then that, we try to keep it separate. I'd rather them be having fun at home then stuck in a hotel room since we're barely gone 48 hours." Jack answered.
Jackfan27 Why did Y/N not do the red carpet if she's there 😣
Jackfan98 What if he's lying and she's not there, I mean he did seem off all night
Jackfan33 Yourusername probably filed for divorce. Now I can have Jack all to myself!! 🥰
JackandY/Nfan08 They aren’t getting divorced, they just like privacy
Jackhater28 Y/N probably realized she can do better then him
Jackfan37 I swear, if they ever get divorced I’m going to cry
Jackfan52 Jack said they are good, I don’t know why we’re even entertaining this random drama.
Jackfan65 Are there any pictures of her there at all??
Jackfan70 I saw someone who looked like her in one picture but it wasn’t clear enough to tell for sure.
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Yourusername I get photoshoots, and Urbanwyatt gets my friendship in return. Oh and surprise, baby #3 in July.
Jackharlow I love you I love you I love you
Jackharlow Can’t wait for Paisley and Olive to officially be big sisters
Urbanwyatt Wait, I thought you two were getting divorced 🤔
Jackharlow 🙄 Never
Yourusername Who knew my morning sickness, that doesn’t just happen in the morning, would spark divorce rumors?
Jackharlow I’ve been in love with you since highschool, that isn’t changing now
Yourusername I love you too, forever.
Jackharlow Forever❤️
Urbanwyatt I’m so happy for you both, but I feel like I’m getting the short end of this deal here
Yourusername What do you mean? My friendship is priceless
Urbanwyatt 🙄
Urbanwyatt Sure okay
Urbanwyatt I'm kidding, your friendship is worth more then the photoshoots I give you
Yourusername That's what I thought
ClaybornHarlow So excited to be an uncle again
Yourusername Thank you for being such a good uncle to our kids, we all love you!
Cozane Hardest secret to keep
Jackfan81 Blue jacket 👀 Are we getting a Harlow baby boy 👀
JackandY/Nfan03 Blue jacket and pink flowers, we aren't really getting any hints are we 😫
JackandUrbanfan42 Starting to think Jack's rapped about using condoms more then he's used them
Jackfan439 OMG another baby 😭
Jackfan372 I knew they weren't getting a divorce
Jackfan41 Damn do you two have any other hobbies, give her a break Jack.
Jackharlow I mean, can you blame me 🥵
Yourusername ......
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Jackharlow Family of 5 soon. July 2023.
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Urbanwyatt 📸 me
Yourusername Love you, can't wait to officially be a family of 5, but I can wait to take 3 kids under 6 on tour.
Jackharlow Don't remind me that Paisley's going to be 6 soon, I'm not ready
Yourusername Me either, I want her to stay little forever
Urbanwyatt Damn, I don't want to think about that either
Cozane I know we're only 25, but Paisley being almost 6 makes me feel so old
Jackharlow How do you think I feel?
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whumpy-vibes · 11 months
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D-Day (2015) Whump List
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Where to watch: Viki Rakuten
Genre: Drama, Medical, Romance
Whumpee: Lee Hae Sung
Note: This is my very first whump list! I discovered the whump community about a year ago and I decided to finally make a list. I love this kdrama and have rewatched it multiple times but have never heard anyone talk about it on here. Which is pretty sad, since it is so whump-heavy. Plus the romance isn't very prominent and the drama mainly focuses on the disaster aspect. This list may not be perfect and I may have over-described some things so if you guys have any advice on how I can make my lists better, feel free to let me know! And I would just like to thank @simply-whump and @love-me-a-lotta-whump as you two inspired me to make this list in the first place.
Episode 1: exhausted from performing surgery for a long time, building partially collapsed on him, covered in ash, caught in explosion.
Episode 2: exhausted, falls asleep on bench of firetruck, argument with brother, emotional, flashback to aftermath of car accident (severely injured, loved ones worried for him, mourning father’s death), breathing and sweating heavily from preforming CPR X2, blood splatters in face, exhausted, falls asleep against patients bed X3 (I swear this man can fall asleep anywhere), getting hit (jokingly), in earthquake.
Episode 3: knocked out, in shock, covered in ash, right next to an explosion X2, worried for loved one, hit in the arm with metal pole, gets stitches without anesthesia and pretends it doesn’t hurt, sucks out baby juice out of baby to save it, carries mother on back, watches people go into collapsing building without being able to save them.
Episode 4: Covered in more ash, in shock, tries to save people but fails, in denial, mentally unstable, PTSD symptoms, flashback to building colapse and hand reaching out, mental breakdown/emotional outburst, crying, begs on knees for hospital to take patients in, flashback to the car accident that killed his father and put his mother in a coma.
Episode 5 drinks canned coffee instead of eating food, stressed, hands shaking, sweating, hands shaking
Episode 6 motorcycle jumps over broken bridge and crashes, metal punctures chest, doesn’t take care of injury, uses tissues and tap to fix ingury, hears voices of dead patients, flashback to people dying again, hit on the head with wood, in physical fight, crying, faints, carried into hospital on stretcher, others worried for him, receives medical care
Episode 7 people worried for him, carried into hospital/emergency room on stretcher, unconscious, stitches, hit by a door opening, trips and falls, flashback to after car crash, crying, flash back to people dying, sleep deprived, exhausted, cold symptoms, insomnia, flashbacks about earthquake,
Episode 8 insomnia, hurts arm in middle of surgery during mini earthquake/aftershock, exhausted
Episode 9 exhausted from performing CPR a long time, falls asleep against patient bed, falls in mud
Episode 10 PTSD symptoms, hands shaking, breathing heavily, voice shaking/stuttering
Episode 11: PTSD symptoms, flashback, heavy breathing, hands shaking, stumbling/can’t walk straight, trouble breathing, people concerned for him, hallucinating, blood splatters in face, crying, getting hit and blamed for patient death
Episode 12: blaming himself for patient dying, crying, depressed, crying
Episode 13: Punched, lip bleeding, falls asleep in chair, hands shaking, breathing heavily, PTSD symptoms, punches wall, bloody knuckles, others worried for him
Episode 14: Blood splatters over face, exhausted
Episode 15: concerned for mother
Episode 16: running fever, hooked up to iv
Episode 17: none
Episode 18: preforms entire surgery with fever, faints and falls, high fever, faints again, in hospital bed, given sedative to sleep, rips iv out, finds out about brothers death, in denial, crying, mourning
Episode 19: crying
Episode 20: gets pushed and falls, watches brother’s last moments, crying
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bookscandlesnbts · 6 months
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Quick facts about me that no one asked for:
Figured since I’ve posted more here and answered some asks, I would share some facts about me on my blog both BTS/Jikook related and non related.
1.) I became ARMY during quarantine era. A friend got me into them. After I watched their MMA 2019 performance I was blown away. She was a Yoongi bias so that is whose content I initially watched and gravitated towards. When I ventured out on my own and watched more performance stages and Run BTS I knew immediately that I was drawn to Jimin. Everything from his stage presence, gorgeous vocals and dance lines, funny and sassy personality, but also super empathetic and caring. He was it for me and still is. But I do love all seven of them. I could probably rank them in order of my “favorites” but Jimin would be number 1 without a doubt.
***super fun fact is that I actually first was exposed to BTS in 2017 :( that’s right, I could have stanned back then. I frequently kind of kidding but not really refer to this as my biggest regret. An undergrad in my research group was obsessed with them. She showed me a clip of them dancing and probably because I didn’t like her that much (she was friends with someone toxic) I chalked it up as so they sing and dance? Who cares. I ended up reconnecting with her later when I stanned and found out that she was a low-key TKK shipper and loved reading their fanfics. By that point, I was already sus of Jikook so we clashed and I don’t talk to her. 🤣
2.) That brings me to point number two. The most important: Jikook. I wish I could remember the first time I was like yep this is a thing but I don’t. I do remember the first Jikook moment that I was exposed to was their Black Swan pas de deux. I remember finding their chemistry palpable and bold of them to perform a romantic dance together but that was it. The more I watched Run BTS and being a Jimin bias I couldn’t help but notice JK too and their closeness. What was the nail in the coffin so to speak? The cliches. GCF Tokyo and Rosebowl did it for me and I’ve been endeared by them ever since.
3.) I’m a sort of Jikook fanfic writer on A03 who I guess is on a hiatus and has been for awhile now. I love fanfiction and have been reading it and writing it a little since I was like 12. I was never a RPF girlie until BTS but I view them as characters in a story because that is what they are when I’m reading or writing fics. Not the actual people.
4.) I’m asexual and probably aromatic to some extent too. Asexuality is so misunderstood, I could go on about it for days, but I’m not the authority on it by any means. I like the idea of sex in the abstract. Fanfics, great. M/M where I don’t feel inserted in the act, even better. I’m not a prude, I just don’t experience sexual attraction. The idea of looking at someone even the tannies and wanting to fuck them makes me uncomfortable and it’s something I can’t relate to and have never felt. I’ve had sex of course, but it’s never lived up to the hype for me. I can definitely live without it. As far as being aromantic that I’m not sure. I love the idea of romance or I wouldn’t be so smitten with Jikook and other cute couples. I don’t actively seek romance in my life. I don’t date or want to date. I haven’t had a crush on someone in like 10 years. I’m not opposed to it. Their gender wouldn’t matter to me but it’s not something I feel like I need in my life. If you are anywhere on the ace spectrum or are LGBTQIA+, hi you are more than welcome here.
5.) I’m educated! I have a PhD in chemistry. I am on the Professor track and I teach organic chemistry. I spent 7 years in grad school combined for my masters and PhD.
So yeah! This way you know a little about me when you send in asks. I am terrible at formatting and use my phone only for Tumblr, so my blog probably won’t ever be pretty. I’m just here for connections and content that is more in depth than Twitter. Yes, I’m still calling it twitter. Sorry not sorry Elon.
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Not My Father’s Son
Shh it’s a surprise. Roughly 15 years after the beginning of Do No Harm. 
WARNINGS: BBU/BBU-Adjacent, collar mention, fear of medicine, scar mention, bad family relationship
The kid perched on the twin bed can’t be much older than him, if not several years his junior. At his own twenty-one years, that would put this rescue right at the border of legal age for entry into the system. But after three years immersed in active rebellion work, he is no longer surprised by the ease with which WRU ignores their own rules.
He crouches into their line of sight, keeping a solid 3-foot distance. Their sharp, green eyes track his every move; wary, in direct contradiction to their body language. It’s still eerie to witness, no matter how many times he’s seen it in action—the way the ‘training’ embeds itself so deeply in each person’s psyche, so much so that they are able to convey a false openness, a mockery of calm, even in their most desperate moments of terror.
And this rescue is terrified.
“Hi,” he says, keeping his voice low and even. “I’m the shelter coordinator here. You can call me KT.”
Rule number one is no full names at intake. It’s not a pleasant thought, and certainly not one anyone in this work likes to think about, but the new rescues don’t always stick around. Sometimes they’re taken back by force, sometimes they are pulled back in by the demons those people planted in their heads. But once they’re back in WRU’s clutches, delicate information has a tendency to spill out. People have a tendency to get hurt.
The volunteers—the people who help run these shelters and perform under-the-table medical care and go on emergency extraction missions—know what kind of risks they’re signing up for when they dedicate their lives to the cause. But he has seen too much loss in his life at this point not to enforce every precaution.
“I heard you were having some trouble with the medicine,” he begins. But no matter how softly he makes the statement, their eyes lock up with renewed terror.
They dart their gaze to the small table beside the bed. On it is a plate, mostly empty save for a couple empty sandwich wrappers and crumbs, and—most notably—a small paper cup with 2 pills still inside.
“It’s okay,” he says calmly, showing his palms. “First thing you need to know is you don’t have to take anything that is given to you here. We are not like them.”
They never believe it the first hundred times, but it’s always worth stating.
“Second thing,” he continues, “Nothing we give you here will harm you. And I’ll prove it.”
He pulls a small bottle from his pocket and shakes 4 pills into his palm, then stretches out his hand. “Pick two,” he says. “Any two.”
Their eyes dart between the offering and his face, searching for any sign of a trap
“Go ahead. It’s okay.”
He patiently waits them out, as long as it takes, but they finally reach out and pluck two of the pills from his palm, careful not to let their fingers touch skin.
“Cool.” He nods then lifts his hand in a half-hearted cheers gesture. “Bottoms up.” He throws his head back and swallows the pills dry.
They are staring at him when he opens his eyes, and he offers a small smile.
“See? That would be one hell of a game of roulette, and I’m not that brave. Promise.”
It takes a few more seconds of hesitant thought, and he is prepared for the likely possibility that it won’t happen today. That’s okay—he’ll try again tomorrow. But then, without a word, they bring their hand to their mouth and pop the remaining two in. Tempering his own joy to the smallest smile of encouragement, he picks up their water cup and hands it over.
As they tilt their head back to swallow, his eyes dip unwittingly to the band of discolored skin around their neck; a tan line from the collar that would have been severed and destroyed before they came anywhere near the boundary of the shelter. Without having to look, he knows there will be another mark of newfound freedom in the form of a freshly stitched line just behind their ear.
For a moment, he is overtaken by a memory, seared in technicolor behind his eyelids: a piggyback ride in his childhood playroom. His forehead pressed against a soft bed of blond curls. His own little fingers coming up to trace a line of pink, raised skin he had never noticed before. One he could only see from that angle. “Sev, you have a cut.”
He blinks himself back to the present. The rescue is staring down at him with eyes that are eager to trust through layers of wariness.
“Thank you,” Kade whispers sincerely. “You did great.”
Two knocks behind him startle them both. He turns over his shoulder to see Jordan, the nurse practitioner on night shift, in the doorway.
“Torley,” he says. “Need to steal you for a minute.”
Kade sends a meaningful glance in the direction of the frightened rescue. “Is it urgent?”
Jordan’s deep brown eyes hold his for an extra moment. Kade has known him long enough, both professionally and personally, to read the answer there.
“Okay,” he breathes, turning back to the rescue. “I’m sorry. I’ve got to step out, but I am around if you need me, okay? Ask anyone to page me and I’ll head this way. Yeah?”
Hesitantly, the rescue nods. It will have to be enough for now.
The door has barely closed behind him when Jordan curls a soft hand around his elbow.
“Jesus, Kadence, you can’t do the pill trick every time. At this rate, your liver is going to fail by age 30.”
“Maybe I had a headache,” he counters. “Or maybe I’m making up for the rebellious teenage years I skipped out on.”
“You mean you’re not still in them?”
Kade smiles, leaning a little bit into his warm touch.
When they reach the end of the hallway, something in Jordan’s demeanor changes. The teasing smile slips from his face as he scrubs a palm over his mouth. He pulls Kade to the side, turning to face him and lowering his voice so that only the two of them can hear.
“What’s wrong?” Kade asks before he can explain. “Is it another emergency rescue? Two in one night?”
“No, it’s…”
“Jordan?”
He meets his eyes again, and by now Kade is well and truly nervous. “It’s your brother.” He drops the bomb, watching it land over Kade’s expression. “He called for you.”
Kade blinks, trying to wrap his head around those words in that order. He hasn’t spoken to Stephen in almost a year. Jordan knows that, along with most of the reasons why.
“Tell him to fuck off,” he says, though his voice is a little pinched.
“Kade—”
“No.” He shakes his head, starting to walk away.  “I… I have work to do, I don’t have time for… And he should know better, after that fucking disaster last Christmas—”
“Kade.” Jordan pulls him back, forcing him to pay attention. “He said it’s about your father.”
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For @bossnhug91, who requested some Core 4 + Kirby. Found here.
“Why don’t you take your words and shove them up your-”
“WOAH, Tara no!” Sam yells, grabbing her sister by the shoulders and pulling her back frantically from the now sopping-wet man she was yelling at.
“I’m so sorry about our friend here, she’s a little drunk,” Chad blurts out, hands raised placatingly. “We don’t want any trouble,” he says with a nervous laugh. Chad knows he’s pretty big and strong, but not as much as this guy… and his friends. 
Maybe taking Tara drinking for her 21st was a bad idea. Ya think, dingus! the Mindy in his head chimes in. He’s a little glad she’s not here yet, lord knows his sister doesn’t know how to stay out of trouble… and neither do the other sisters in his life, apparently.
Chad backs away, squeezing himself through some other patrons - sorry, coming through - and turns to find the girls, who have… disappeared. And left him alone, again. Why does this keep happening to him?
Sam drags her sister to the bathroom, elbowing drunk white girls out of the way without remorse. She all but shoves her face into the sink with the intention to splash water on her face and sober her up a bit.
Tara doesn’t get the message and yanks herself away, tripping as she turns and throwing herself to the floor along the way.
“Tara,” Sam sighs wearily. Maybe those last shots were a mistake. Maybe letting her drink in the first place was a mistake, but it’s what Tara had wanted, and if she’s learnt anything over the past 14.5 months since she’s come back into her life, Tara’s going to do what Tara wants to do. She was the same as a child, although she wasn’t anywhere near as stubborn, back when Sam used to hang the moon and Tara blindly worshipped every word she said.
The real mistake was letting Mindy talk them into going out to celebrate, instead of staying home. And Mindy isn’t even here to deal with the consequences of her terrible decision. Where is she anyway?
Sam’s head snaps down as Tara groans on the floor. It’s the type of groan that happens moments before disaster; it has Sam grabbing her sister under the arms and heaving her off the floor and into a toilet stall in a flash.
And just in time.
It’s times like these that Sam doesn’t miss drinking. It’s also times like these where she kind of wishes she was.
She pats her sister on the back with one hand, and draws her hair away from her face with the other. She wishes Tara wouldn’t do this to herself, but she’ll admit, only to herself, that she’s so grateful that she’s been given the opportunity to do this for her. To be the type of sister that Tara can trust to keep her safe, that she can rely on. That she’s a good enough sister that Tara feels the need to defend her honour when some douchebags at the pool table start loudly talking about the psycho girl drinking soda at the bar.
She’s definitely mad that Tara’s drunk enough to pick a fight with a guy three times her size and with a gang behind him though. Then again, maybe Tara doesn’t need to be drunk to do that actually. Her sister does like to fight, she’s noticed. It used to be just Sam. Now it seems to be everyone but Sam.
Maybe she should leave a message for Tara’s therapist.
“Why’d yuh’stop me,” Tara mumbles from the porcelain. “I coulda had’im.”
The words make Sam snort. Her sister has always known how to make her laugh. “Sure you could have, baby. He’d have been real threatened by you throwing up on his shoes.”
“He’d deserve it,” she mumbles, leaning back. “Nobody talks ‘bout you like that.”
Sam helps her up off the floor, keeping hold of her arms to steady her. “I’d kill anyone who says anything ‘bout you,” Tara continues.
The words make Sam wince. “That’s a little overkill for some gossip, don’t you think?” she murmurs, leading her back out into the bar area to find Chad. It’s time to call it a night, she thinks. “We can’t control what people think or say about us, but we can control how we react to them,” she recites to her sister. It’s a mantra her own therapist has her repeating whenever something like this happens.
Her eyes catch Chad’s from across the room as Tara mumbles something about Mindy, and Kirby, and how they should be here to join in the fun, and then there’s an unfortunately recognisable form standing in front of her.
“Hey, YOU!” the wet man calls out, blocking their way. “That little bitch owes me and the lads some new beers,” he growls, posturing. It’s fairly effective, Sam’s actually intimidated, all too aware of Tara hanging off her arm and barely able to stand on her own.
“We’ll buy you a new round,” she says, smiling civilly. She doesn’t want a scene, well - another one, not right now. Why had Tara felt the need to flip the tray out of his hands? Why had she felt the need to confront him in the first place? Well, what are big sister’s for, if not fixing the problems their little sister’s make.
Of course, when has anything ever gone her way?
He should have said “great, that’s all I wanted, lead the way.” Instead what he actually says is “Or maybe she can make it up to me another way,” with a lewd grin on his face and a finger poking her in the shoulder. And what was Sam to do, take that lying down? 
Chad had thankfully made his way back over - why had he left in the first place, wasn’t he right behind them before? - just in time for her to shove Tara into his arms and take a swing at the bastard who thinks he can say whatever he likes about her sister.
It gets a little chaotic after that.
She thinks she remembers Chad taking an elbow to the face. Tara was on someone’s back. Sam’s pretty sure she took a bottle to the head, if the way it thumps with every heartbeat is any indication.
Being held face down against a pool table with her arms pulled harshly behind her and her wrists tightly bound in handcuffs isn’t a new experience for Sam, but having her sister beside her in the same position, hurling expletives at the police officers holding them down, certainly is.
“Hey! Be careful, she’s injured, jackass,” Sam spits. 
“Quiet you,” the officer snaps, lifting her up before slamming her back down.
It makes Sam’s head spin. She can hear Chad in the background, protesting. Then she hears the voice of an angel say “is this how you treat all woman who try to defend themselves, Officer Sawyer?”
Kirby “please stop getting into trouble Sam, you’re making my life very hard” Reed is here to save the day once again. Hopefully. Probably. Definitely. Sam’s working on having faith in people.
Sam meets her sister’s eyes across the table while Kirby argues with the officer holding her down. The grin Tara shoots her should not be as endearing as it is, given the circumstances.
Before long, they’re being begrudgingly released into Kirby’s custody and ushered out of the bar. Sam can’t resist looking back, and finds Officer Sawyer glaring at her with his arms crossed. Oh good, another enemy to watch out for.
She gets distracted by Chad’s arm wrapping around her shoulder and the cheery “well that was fun,” he chirps out.
Kirby spins in an instant and gets in their faces, well, as much as she’s able given how short she is. She’s about as intimidating as Tara. “It was not fun. You started a bar fight! You got injured! What is wrong with you people? Can’t you stay out of trouble for five minutes?!”
Tara giggles into Sam’s side, swinging their hands together. “You said five,” she mumbles.
The words throw Kirby for a loop and her anger quickly fades into bafflement and concern. “Is she okay? Did she hit her head?”
“She’s just drunk,” Sam explains, wrapping her arms around her sister. The girl squeezes her back, humming into her chest.
Kirby frowns up at her. “Should she really be drinking?”
Sam’s saved from another opportunity to start a fight by Mindy’s arrival. 
“Oh man,” she huffs, out of breathe and bending down to rest her hands on her knees. “I’m so sorry I’m late, there was this dumb fire drill at the dorms and we couldn’t leave and woah, what… happened here.”
“Bar fight. Tara’s fault,” Chad replies.
“It was not Tara’s fault,” Sam barks, glaring at him.
Chad grins back at her, “it definitely was.”
Mindy pouts. “Awh man, I can’t believe I missed it.”
Kirby rolls her eyes. “We’re leaving, all of you, come on.”
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One Kid Gone, Another Up and Vanished (part 11)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 next: Part 12 | ao3
forcing myself to do a smaller chapter this time. Now if some of ya are still interested in this silly au, we’re back with Eddie!
When the haze finally departs from his mind, the first thing Eddie registers is Ronnie James Dio keening softly in his ears about dying young. Then he blinks his burning eyes open, an unfamiliar ceiling appearing from above through the static in his vision. 
He just stares at the ceiling, watching the spores float around in the air. Then he feels the rest of his body starting to wake up and demands movement. As Eddie slowly turns his head, the staticy vision fades in and out. He blinks again, this time figuring out his new surroundings.
He’s in a different house, laying back on a couch. This room doesn’t look like anywhere at the trailer’s or the Byers residence. There’s still a ton of vines sprawled on the walls and furniture. And there’s Will sitting at a small table next to him.
Eddie observes him for a moment. The kid is muttering quietly to himself, sketching something on paper. Their backpacks and spears are carefully placed next to the chair’s feet. There’s one stuffed handbag Eddie doesn’t remember carrying with them, but that’ll be saved for a later conversation.
Eddie opens his mouth, only to shut it when a headache suddenly spikes through his temple. He waits for it to pass, realizing how parched and ashy his mouth is. Against any better judgement, he tries to speak again. 
“Whatcha doing, Little Byers?” His voice sounds rough, just barely scraping itself out of his mouth.
Will stops murmuring, freezing in his chair. He slowly turns, his eyes looking too large for his head with the dark shadows underneath them. It takes another moment before Eddie registers the rest of Will’s appearance. With slightly sunken cheeks, cracked lips, and matted hair, he looks like a flu victim. If he listens closely, Eddie can hear Will’s lungs quietly rattling from every breath. 
Something twists in Eddie’s stomach. It’s close to nausea but he forces himself to just breathe even in the toxic air. But then he’s hyper aware of his own lungs, wheezing out air through his lips with the same rattling effort as Will’s. Another cough is tickling at the bottom of his throat. The goosebumps are still agitating his skin from the ever-cold temperatures.
They’ve been in this hell realm for days and only now did the state of their health just come to Eddie’s mind.  
Before Eddie curses himself further, Will flies out of his chair. His arms wrap tight around Eddie’s neck, almost choking him out. But Eddie stays conscious, hugging Will as tightly as he can. 
Will doesn’t say anything at all, which brings Eddie’s anxiety up. But Will is smiling at him with watery eyes when he pulls away without breaking their hold, “Are you okay?”
Eddie thinks about the vivid echoes of Wayne’s truck blazing out of the trailer park. How his useless wailing for his uncle had just made Eddie sink into whatever place in his brain that makes everything quiet and separated from his body like a marionette its strings cut off the limbs. He gives Will a small smile of his own, “I’m okay now.”
But then Will frowns, though not unkindly, “You weren’t.” 
“Little Byers-”
“You weren’t okay, Eddie.” Will’s lip is wobbling, biting into the skin hard enough that it starts bleeding. “You can’t just say you’re fine when you’re not. You can just tell me that you felt awful!”
Eddie scrubs a hand over his face. He’s both feeling angry and exhausted, the latter winning its favor. He wants to tear his throat out and let every bleeding piece show he’s feeling more than just awful. He wants to go home from this fucking nightmare and hug Wayne again. 
Walk Away’s guitar intro starts playing. Eddie tries to get the headphones off him but Will helps him with it, pausing the album. Not even Black Sabbath can scab over his new emotional pit of misery.  
Eddie doesn’t look at Will or at the ceiling or the room. Just at that black space whenever he squeezes his eyes shut. 
There’s a sniffle from Will before his weight climbs on top of Eddie. It takes a second for Eddie to catch his breath from the new pressure, but by instinct, he’s already hugging Will again.
For a while, Eddie thinks he’s really fine until Will quietly says with puffs of warm air on his bare neck, “You’re allowed to have a bad day. I promise I’m not mad at you for it.” 
If Eddie’s tightening hold and his poor attempts to choke down another sob bothers Will, he doesn’t say it. He only shuffles his position so he’s slightly curled on his side, small hands clutching onto Eddie’s.
God, Eddie doesn’t deserve this kid. 
But the last time he said something like that, it had been about Wayne and look where he is now.
Eddie dry swallows the taste of dirt-tinted salt water, starting another round of silence. Then it breaks by Will’s muffled statement, “I kinda want to punch your uncle’s knees.”  
Eddie emits a tormenting sound out of his mouth, “What?”  
Will has the audacity to shrug. “He left you. Grownups are tall so I can just punch his knees.”
Eddie stares up at the ceiling for a different reason. “Jesus H- Okay, I appreciate your willingness, but Uncle Wayne already has a knee problem. So, don’t like, hurt him.”
“Oh.” Will is quiet for another moment. Then, “I’ll hit his elbow.” 
This time, Eddie can’t hold back the laughter. It’s a wheezy sound that almost breaks his chest. But it’s the first time since he first woke up that he feels a small warmth in his chest. Could just because Will’s on top of him, trying to regenerate their body heat, but whatever. 
It’s really nice not to be alone. Even though Eddie painfully yearns for Wayne’s return.
Eventually, their giggles die down and the basement is hushed. Eddie attempts to stretch his legs out at last, but his left ankle feels weirdly sore. He tries to move it yet it stays stuck in place. With something wrapped around it.
Eddie jerks up, forcing Will off him. He immediately catches sight of one of the vines on the other end of the couch, already traveling as high as his calf.
He throws himself off, screeching as if it’ll scare the vine away. It doesn’t. His vicious kicks prompting it to squeeze tighter and tug firmly. How could’ve Eddie missed it getting him? Had it been limp on the couch until he somehow jostled it? 
Will appears at his feet, a hand outstretched to the vine. Eddie opens his mouth to yell at him to get away, remembering the last time Will tried to stab an hellish organism. But instead of a spear, Will has a Zippo lighter that he flicks open. A small flame manifests and instantly makes contact with the vine. 
It might as well have been a flamethrower because the vine makes a tiny squeeee noise and withdraws from Eddie’s ankle. He’s more quick in scooting away from the couch, taking Will with him by the collar.
They held each other with heavy breaths, staring at the vine. It’s slithering slowly on the ground but soon goes motionless. Eddie looks around the basement and at the dozens of vines on the walls, some of them barely crossing the ground. Then he remembers what Will had said about the vines being a hivemind.
Eddie takes a careful breath, gulping dry air and ashy saliva, “What say, Little Byers, exactly are we?”
Will’s probably shaking more than Eddie in his arms, but he keeps his voice strong, “M-Mike’s house. My best friend’s.” Eddie can see his hand flexing to a paler color, still holding the Zippo lighter. That he will also need to ask about later.
“Agree for a quick retract?”
Will gives a short nod and that’s all Eddie needs.
They’re quick and careful in grabbing the bags and spears, both of them eying the Eddie-Snatch Vine. It stays still but Eddie swears it twitches. There’s a few vines littering the basement stairs that Will easily jumps over. But Eddie sticks to the tiptoes, mainly because his ankle feels like it’s burning. Like something’s been imprinted onto it and he’ll roll the cuff up to find a Mind Flayer seal or whatnot.
He does his best to ignore that.
Once they’re out of the basement, the two make a run towards the front door just as it closes on the Other Side and a woman speaks.
“Nancy, just where on- oh!”
“We’re just going to be in my room, Mom.” So this is Nancy Wheeler. She sounds sullen as her voice carries up the quiet stairs, “Please leave us alone.”
“Oh, alright… But is there any reason why you’re also here, Jonathan?”
Will whirls around just at the base of the stairs. He makes a startled sound like air has been sucked into his mouth. Whatever Jonathan Byers says is too quiet for Eddie’s ears but his answer seems to satisfy Mrs. Wheeler. Their voices almost immediately fade away.
Will stares up like the stairs were the Stairway to Heaven itself. When he drags his eyes away towards Eddie, he knows exactly what they’re going to do.
This is unfair! A part of Eddie’s mind yells at him. Why did Will’s brother have to be here but not Wayne? 
Eddie mentally shuts his question down and silently answers Will’s.
As they diligently trudge up the stairs, Eddie catches Mrs. Wheeler’s muttered complaints about the lights going weird.
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gonzo-rella · 2 years
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Revenge in Red | Nadja of Antipaxos
MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI
Relationship(s): Nadja of Antipaxos x gn!familiar!reader (implied romantic), Guillermo de la Cruz x gn!familiar!reader (platonic)
Summary: When someone flirts with you, Nadja goes feral.
Warnings: Unwanted flirtation and blood. (Let me know if I need to add any)
Word count: 0.5k
(A/N: This takes place vaguely pre-season 4. Ever since I watched the women’s cricket with my grandma yesterday, I’ve been having a ‘God I love women so much’ couple of days. That possibly sounded creepier than intended. Anyway, I’d love some requests for female (and non-male) characters, especially Nadja my beloved. I need to write more for Nadja.)
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You were sure Guillermo could sense your discomfort and lack of interest, so why couldn’t this random guy? You didn’t even remember his name, for fuck’s sake. 
Ever since you’d wandered into the room for familiars, he’d been complimenting you, holding your arm, getting uncomfortably close as he regaled you with vampiric tales (many of which you doubted were true). He ignored all the times you recoiled from his touch and scrunched up your nose. Part of you had to wonder if he was an energy vampire, since each word he said added weight to your eyelids.
It wasn’t as though you had anywhere else you could go. After all, you were at some vampire nightclub. Were you to leave the room on your own, you were sure it wouldn’t be long before you became a meal.
“Do you think you’d maybe wanna grab a drink some time?” he asked. “My master only gives me one day off a week, but he usually lets me pick which day.”
“I really can’t.” you insisted with a shake of your head. “My master and mistress... they never give me any time off.”
For a moment, you forgot that you were lying. It was only recently that Nadja (much to Laszlo’s annoyance) had finally started to give you days off.
“Why don’t I give you my number, then?” he suggested (though it wasn’t much of a ‘suggestion’). He pulled a pen out of his pocket, grabbed your wrist and began to write a series of digits on your arm. “I know being a familiar’s hectic-”
The door slammed open.
“Y/N! Gizmo!” Nadja announced. “We’re heading off!”
Her brows furrowed as she glanced between you and the guy. She marched up to the pair of you.
“What the fuck are you doing to my familiar?” she questioned. “What are those runes you’ve scribbled all over them?”
She shoved him off you, grabbed him by the collar and pinned him against the wall.
“I was just giving them my number!”
“Giving them ink poisoning, more like!” Nadja sneered.
Nadja scanned you up and down.
“Was this foolish man bothering you, my silly little human?” she asked sweetly.
“Kinda.” you admitted. “He kept flirting with me. And, he grabbed my arm and wrote his number on it without asking.”
Nadja’s head whipped back around so that she was looking at the guy again. His face fell as she sent him an icy glare.
“Whoa whoa whoa!” he exclaimed, writhing beneath Nadja’s grip. “I thought they were into me.”
“Into you?” Nadja scoffed. “Don’t be stupid!”
You and Guillermo exchanged a nervous glance. The guy’s chest rose and fell rapidly as he stared wide-eyed at your mistress.
“Who is your master?” she demanded.
“Sergio the Merciless.” he squeaked.
"Alright, then.”
He appeared to relax momentarily. Before this calmness could completely set in, Nadja sank her teeth into his neck. A horrified scream escaped his lips as you and Guillermo were splattered with his blood.
After a few moments of sucking on his neck, Nadja pulled away and discarded him on the floor. She turned to Guillermo. Her teeth were stained red and blood trickled down her chin. You swallowed your saliva and watched her cautiously.
“Gizmo,” she began sharply. “Find out where this Sergio the Merciless lives and send him a new familiar.”
“But-”
Guillermo didn’t have time to finish his protest.
Nadja seized your arm and guided you to the door.
“Come along, my sweet little thing.” she cooed, pinching your cheek. “That vile creature can’t hurt you anymore.”
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Wild and Twilight scout outside the Yiga base
Chapter 4: Canyon Scouting 
Wild and Twilight hadn’t finished materializing before Wild clutched his slate to transport away from the Kihiro Moh shrine. What must have been miles of crisscrossing spider webs filled the circular end of Karusa Valley Canyon. Spiders the size of horses crawled through the cobwebs toward the pair. The massive gems on their bellies glowed with ominous purple light, turning the orange-red canyon walls a deep crimson. 
“What the—Wild!” Twilight tried to grab his sword, but they were both already encased in the slimy webbing. “Get us out!”
“On it!” Wild said, grateful he hadn’t dropped the slate in surprise.
They disappeared in blue tendrils of light. 
“That’s…uh…new,” Wild said, looking at Twilight in shock. They’d appeared at Kuh Takkar Shrine, above the Yiga’s canyon and half-buried in snow. They quickly bundled up and walked toward a small rise to get a view of the canyon far below, avoiding the monster camp down the hill on their left.  
They spied the arena-like formation in the canyon, the webbing covering most of it from view. Black dots specked the white, scuttling frantically. 
“Skulltulas,” Twi scowled, “Or a version of them. Looks like they report to the Yiga. Too bad we lost our element of surprise.”
“What? The Yiga don’t work with monsters. They get attacked the same as any Hylian.” 
“Really? That’s lucky, I guess. But you’ve never seen these here before?”
Wild considered. “I’ve never seen spiders this large anywhere in my time. This isn’t right. First that demon shows up, and now new monsters. As if we didn’t have enough.” 
“The Yiga took orders from him. I bet he’s controlling them both.”
“Could he really be that powerful? Wouldn’t you or I know about him before now if that was true?” 
Twilight scowled at the scene below. “It could be Shadow. We haven’t seen him around yet, or the black blooded monsters since we arrived. Either way, these ones might report to someone that we came.” 
“Report?” Wild looked skeptically at the ranch hand. “Can your spiders talk?”
“Some of them, yes. Why not?”
“Twi, those monsters don’t exactly look smart enough to carry a conversation.”
“You’d be surprised.” He shrugged.
Wild considered in silence a moment, then reached for his pouch. “We need to kill them, quickly.”
“Wild, are you nuts? They’ve probably already passed the message along. If we go now, they'll be waiting for us. We didn’t even loosen those webs.”
“If we bring enough fire from up here, I bet we could break through their webs, then check out the base. We need to scout, right? We can’t do it if they’re in the way.”
“Wild, scouting means watching . Just watching. That’s what we’re doing already. We are not going to dive in and start fighting. We need to tell the others what we’ve found.” 
“What about bombs? I can set two off at almost the same time–”
“Did you really not hear Time?”
“Didn’t care to, honestly” Wild narrowed his eyes, “But he did say my era, my rules.”
He snapped open his glider and looked at Twilight. “You coming, or not?” He did not wait for an answer before jumping.
Wolfie ran hard, sliding past a monster camp and racing down the snowy start of the canyon, jumping from bluff to bluff, while his protegee soared high above. Wild looked for where to best get a closer look without being seen. The light snow provided perfect cover as he flew, as did his white snowquill clothes.  
Slow and quiet, Wild landed on a small cliff a hundred feet above the webbing, near enough to see the gems on the spiders’ bellies as they searched the clearing. More climbed in and out of the giant pit where Master Khoga, the Yiga Clan’s leader, fell to his death while trying to kill Wild. The Champion wondered for a moment if the spiders might have discovered his remains, but shook the morbid thought away and scanned in the arena-like depression that housed the secret entrance. 
He hoped the treasure hunters, Mina and Miles, got out safely before these skulltulas arrived.  
“Did you smell anything?” Wild whispered to Twilight when he finally scrambled over to the cliff, switching between wolf and human several times in the process to get down.
“No,” he said, irritation thick in his voice, “We’re too high, and the wind is moving downhill. We shouldn’t be here, Wild. There’s nothing else we can do here.”
“I just need to see the doorway. If we see lights inside, we’ll know there’s a chance they’re here.”
“Wild, I get it, but this is too risky. They might take the rest of us alive, but they won’t hesitate to kill you,” He said, glancing at Wild’s glowing slate. His eyes widened slightly. It was already showing Highland Stable. 
Wild was ready to transport at any moment.
“I’m not going to be a coward and just wait around. These guys are my mess, and I’m going to–Hey!”
They disappeared as Twilight moved his hand from the slate to Wild’s arm. 
They missed the lick of flames dancing around the hinges of the secret entrance. They missed the doors flying open, and the flames that shriveled and scorched the webs and climbed up them to engulf the skulltulas that had flocked to the intruder at the door. 
They missed a name carried on the wind. 
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neverluckygoldfish · 2 months
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Lately I’ve been feeling a sense of peace within myself. It’s really nice but I can’t help but wonder when it will go away and I’ll be back to the me as I’ve always known myself: melancholy, aloof, insecure, anxious…
But what if it stays?
Been trying this new thing where I trust my intuition (my greater She) in how I behave, the decisions I make, the things I say. I’m starting to trust in myself to choose the right thing over what’s easy or simply status quo.
I have faith that if one door closes, a window will open. Because it always does.
While I don’t have it all figured out yet, not even close, I’m trying to relish each present moment - the joy of figuring it out.
Happiness is a choice, it’s a mentality.
Not to downplay my own struggles or past regrets/mistakes - but I have a lot to be proud of. I’m not perfect by any means but that is okay too. Because I continue to try, be open minded, stay unassuming, learn and challenge myself. I don’t give up on myself.
Even if I think I am, I’m not. Because I’m still here and I’m still taking on the next day.
Does this mean I’m a good person? Or does this mean I am just human, with all the complexities.
A big thing I noticed is that black or white thinking. I’ve had a hard time forgiving myself for anything really….because it didn’t jive with me “being a good person” or “being worthy”. I couldn’t be one without the other.
But then I’d forgive others in a heartbeat. Second chances? More like 3, 4, to infinity. Because I believe in the power of people changing. I’ve been trying to view myself as how I’d view someone else. I’m much kinder to others than I am to me.
Like I have it all ass backwards haha.
Now I realize that I have to cheer myself on. No one else will do it for me. And if I don’t, I’ll never get anywhere because I’ll always be too scared.
So if anyone is reading this, do what you need to let it all go. The expectations of what “should be”or how you “should be”. Scream in the car, delete that person from your friend list, go on a road trip by yourself, write affirmations on sticky notes and post them everywhere, cry your heart out, listen to your favorite song on repeat, throw yourself into your favorite hobby or start a new one, write all your worries on a piece of paper and burn it, break some shit then break some more shit, journal all your feelings on a random tumblr blog (haha), do something that scares you, make conversation with a stranger….I don’t know - just do something! Anything.
If it doesn’t work, do it again. And again. And again. Until it does.
Don’t worry if you look stupid or silly or uncool doing it. Do it for you. Forgive yourself for it all. You were and still are doing the best you could.
And don’t laugh at me when I say that because I used to make fun of all the people on social media who would say “X and X” solved all my problems and now I’m just this happy little leprechaun finding rainbows and gold everywhere. It’s not that simple but it also is.
Way easier said than done am I right *rolls eyes*
Know that you don’t have to have all the answers and you sure as hell don’t need to be perfect.
You are the one who writes your story so you get to decide who the main character is. Who you are. Who do you want to be?
As I’ve been healing, slowly but surely, people have fallen off. It really sucks to lose people. But the right ones have stayed & our relationships are so much sweeter and truer.
As I’ve accepted what I can do and what I can’t do, it’s been so freeing to feel like I’m not disappointing the world.
One day it will work. And then life will feel like magic.
Because lately, the thought that crosses my mind is: this is what it was meant to feel like all along.
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AMA : Supernatural addition Scrolls back to make sure I'm not re-asking any questions
Has there been any episode that you've changed your mind about in a positive way?
Has there been any episode that you've changed your mind about in a negative way?
If you could add in a monster-of-the-week episode with a monster we've never seen the boys fight, what monster would you bring out and why?
If Cas zapped them anywhere (to avoid planes) for a vacation, where do you think they would go?
Thoughts on Cas's grace/wing situation post fall? Do you subscribe to the headcanon that because his grace was separate he should still have his wings? (Realizing that clearly it's time to reread Only Human since i do not actually remember the answer)
You have any fic ideas bouncing around your head that are still even too early days to be called proper WIPs?
If you had to rank the seasons, how would they fall?
Thoughts on Michael and Adam?
Episode that is garenteed to make you laugh?
Episode that is garenteed to make you cry?
Favorite Destiel moment?
Know you have a lot of facinating thoughts on John, but do you have a similar amount of thoughts about Mary?
What do you think is the best practical effect that the show ever pulled off?
Any opinions related to particular the last 5 seasons (11, 12, 13, 14, 15) of the show?
Did you ever think when you started watching the show that all these years later you would be this invested in it?
Do you have any headcanons about Cas's True Form?
What loose end side plot from the show annoys you the most with the lack of closure?
Uuuuuum...What do you think is everybody's favorite color?
Okay that's all I can think of right now! Have a great day!!!
Has there been any episode that you've changed your mind about in a positive way?
Heaven Can’t Wait sucks less than I gave it credit for. 
Has there been any episode that you've changed your mind about in a negative way?
Wishful Thinking is way more rapey than I remember. 
If you could add in a monster-of-the-week episode with a monster we've never seen the boys fight, what monster would you bring out and why?
We’re retconning the “dragons” and letting the boys fight a real proper dragon. 
If Cas zapped them anywhere (to avoid planes) for a vacation, where do you think they would go?
Dean says “Take us to a beach” and Cas in his infinite wisdom picks an icy beach in Greenland. Dean is displeased, Sam is amused.
Thoughts on Cas's grace/wing situation post fall? Do you subscribe to the headcanon that because his grace was separate he should still have his wings? (Realizing that clearly it's time to reread Only Human since i do not actually remember the answer)
Complicated. From a practical standpoint, I think it was necessary to kneecap Cas’ ability to zap himself anywhere in order to bring him into the show more frequently, because a LOT of their problems would be over before they began if Cas could still fly all the time. It’d be a lot harder to write for. 
ALSO I like the idea that Cas wasn’t completely human so even without his grace he still technically could have ‘fallen’. 
HOWEVER in order for that to make sense someone would have at some point had to actually have SAID anything to that effect. So. 
I ascribe to the headcanon that Cas hadn’t been human enough and while he didn’t go screaming to earth on fire, he was still damaged in the fall and thus is unable to fly but as it stood in the show, they didn’t give enough of an explanation so it WAS stupid that his wings got shredded. 
You have any fic ideas bouncing around your head that are still even too early days to be called proper WIPs?
Yeah, two. One with Dean and Lee and one in purgatory.
If you had to rank the seasons, how would they fall?
5, 12, 4, 11, 7, 8, 9, 10, 2, 13, 1, 6, 3, 15, 14
Thoughts on Michael and Adam?
Love them. One of the few good things in season 15. 
Episode that is guaranteed to make you laugh?
Everybody Hates Hitler
Episode that is guaranteed to make you cry?
Lebanon
Favorite Destiel moment?
Dean opening up to “Emmanuel” in the car after Cas says “You’re not a machine, Dean.” 
Know you have a lot of fascinating thoughts on John, but do you have a similar amount of thoughts about Mary?
Mary was 29 years old when she died, and therefore (casting choices aside) was 29 years old when she came back to life. 
She is a 29 year old with two babies and a husband who suddenly is thrust back into the world decades later and immediately told her husband is dead and her two boys are now complete strangers she doesn’t know from anyone who are also significantly older than her. 
Dean is 37. Dean is 8 years older than her. Sam is 33. 
Mary died on the ceiling the same age Dean died and was dragged to hell.
Frankly she takes it very well all things considered. She’s vilified by the fandom unjustly. We’re conditioned to look at Sam and Dean and be like “they’re the main characters so only their feelings matter and she hurt their feelings so she is devil lady.” Which is stupid AF. “You are not a child.” “I never was.” Yeah ok but she didn’t raise you to be a hunter, and it wasn’t her choice to be dead instead of raising you. “But she made a deal with a demon and that led to Azazel getting to Sam!” She made a deal with a demon at 19 years old to save the person she loves most in the world. Dean made a deal with a demon to save Sam and he started the fucking apocalypse. (No shade to Dean.) 
They’ve all made dumb mistakes, even BMoL Ramiel sized ones, we’re just choosing to ignore some because we like our boys better. But it’s putting an unfair expectation on Mary to be perfectly what everyone wants her to be and ignoring that she is human. 
An aside: She wouldn’t have even batted an eye with how Jack killed Nick, and it was the most forced thing to make her hassle Jack until he snapped her into ashes. 
What do you think is the best practical effect that the show ever pulled off?
Michael v. Lucifer Season 13 Finale. There is a rack focus between 2014 Dean and 2009 Dean in The End that is so seamless it is delicious. The practical side of the hellhounds tearing up Dean is pretty cool too. 
Any opinions related to particular the last 5 seasons (11, 12, 13, 14, 15) of the show?
I think I like later seasons SPN more than most people (despite my distaste for season 14 because 14 is offensively stupid). I thought 15 was largely uninteresting, not actively bad. I think 13 started strong but fell off very rapidly after Tombstone into being just again uninteresting. 
I think 11 had a lot of good episodes and I really liked season 12 a lot. 
Did you ever think when you started watching the show that all these years later you would be this invested in it?
I honestly didn’t expect the show to last as long, but it wasn’t something that would have surprised me. If a show is really good, I latch onto it hard, and it’s reaffirmed if there are other people also as/more into it as me. So SPN still having a lot of fan attention keeps it going. I think if SPN had ended 5 years earlier, there’d be a lot less of us here now, and the interest might have died off more. I imagine it’ll drop off in the next few years. 
Do you have any headcanons about Cas's True Form?
Hard to make anything out. Lots of wings, eyes, and bright brilliant flashes of color. 
What loose end side plot from the show annoys you the most with the lack of closure?
Ghost Kevin. Someone better look me in the eyes and assure me Jack brought him to heaven. To a lesser degree what was up with Cas "my powers are fading" season 15?
Uuuuuum...What do you think is everybody's favorite color?
Sam likes blue. Dean likes red. Cas has not really given it a lot of thought and picks a random color when asked. (Thoughts based on vibes and oft-worn clothing colors.) 
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josefavomjaaga · 5 months
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Letter from Napoleon to Junot, December 1807
Milan, 23 December 1807. I have received your letters of 6 and 7 December. An aide-de-camp to the viceroy, who left two days ago, is bringing you letters from me. I am pleased to see that my troops have occupied Peniche; but you do not tell me whether the fortress of Almeida and the other fortresses in the kingdom are occupied by my troops. I do not need to tell you again how urgent it is for you to take them, and for there to be a French commander and garrison in all these places. I think that the course you are following is not a good one, because it is not far-sighted. You are acting like men who have no experience of conquests, you are deluding yourselves with vain illusions: all the people in front of you are your enemies. As soon as the sea is tenable, you will have the English on your coasts and intrigues in your provinces. Then all the resources you have left to the Portuguese will turn against you, for the Portuguese nation is brave. I therefore reiterate that my positive intention is that, 1° the country be occupied by my troops ; 2° the country be disarmed; 3° all Portuguese troops be directed to France, in columns of 800 men, after removing everything that is out of service; it is not that I wish to have many of these men, but I wish to rid the country of them; 4° all the princes, ministers and other men who can serve as rallying points should be sent to France. I regret to see that you have put the first division into Lisbon. Your reserves are sufficient to guard the forts. All the troops must be camped out in squares and be available at the first event. You have your second division, which is the worst, camped out; it should be just the opposite. It is not enough to have troops to launch a few marches from Lisbon, but they must be available to go anywhere without being noticed. That's the advantage of camps.
[…] I repeat, do not keep any Portuguese troops. The legion of police, for policing the city, is far too strong; but you can mix in a few French men to find out what is going on. All the cannons and rifles must be removed, whether from the arsenals or from elsewhere where they would be available to the people. [...] There is no doubt that you must confiscate all English goods whatever they may be. Everything is easier in the first moment than afterwards. Do not seek popularity in Lisbon, nor the means to please the country; that would be to miss your goal, to embolden the people and to prepare for misfortune. At the moment it is impossible to do anything for them that would be equivalent to the state of tranquillity and trade in which they were; they will complain, but above all your army must lack nothing. [...] I assume that my troops have field supplies in Lisbon and are very well fed. It is your first duty not to let them lack anything. I would like you to be able to pay the salary and supplies of the 2nd Corps of the Gironde, which has been ordered to come to Valladolid in order to be in a position to support you. The large number of troops that I am obliged to raise makes my expenses enormous. I have set the extraordinary contribution at one hundred million; all the towns must pay according to their means, and with that you will not lack what is necessary; but, I repeat to you, the Portuguese troops must be sent back and the country must be disarmed. [...]
This letter was written rather shortly after French troops had occupied Portugal, and in many aspects it reminds me of the instructions Napoleon would send to Murat once Murat had occupied Madrid a couple of months later.
I can’t help but wonder what the recipients were thinking on receiving them. Had they already known what was going on? Were they in on Napoleon’s plans? Had they, when they set out on their journey, fully understood that this in truth was nothing but a scheme to occupy two countries that had not taken action against France in any way?
Considering how often Napoleon has to reiterate the same things to them (Don’t occupy yourself with the well-being of the people, get your hands on anyone and anything that might become dangerous, be brutal, etc.), my gut feeling is no. So I wonder, how do you react when you figure out that the person you’ve always admired like noone else, whose friendship you’ve treasured, starts acting like a scoundrel?
Or did they agree with Napoleon’s plans? And if the two men who were executing them only learned about their full scope once they were in the midst of it all and had no means to protest – who were the people Napoleon had concocted these plans with?
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