#like. he helped her into this world. he’s her doctor. they have that connection. shouldn’t that be enough?

[cordycepspog]

Things that absolutely fucked my shit up this episode, an incomprehensible list:

- Ellie liked the smell of Frank’s sleeping bag

- Joel still wearing Frank’s shirt

- Joel staying up all night to guard while Ellie slept

- “They’re not gonna hit you. Look at me, they’re not gonna hit you.”

- “Mom! Mom! Mom!”

- The way the doctor gave the lines “I delivered you. I held you in my hands.” and “I’m your doctor” so simply when asked for reasons why he shouldn’t be killed

- Ellie’s smile when Joel tried to tug the gun from her hand

- The way Joel bumbled his way through trying to make sure Ellie was okay, and ask if she wanted to talk about it after she shot Bryan

- All of the superhero drawings on the wall that Sam drew of him and Henry

- The mask that Sam had drawn on his face

Something about how everyone is undeniably human, and how unafraid they are of not shying away from that.

[pe4cefulpetals]

a dream is a wish your heart makes {j.hale}

Pairing: Jasper Hale X Fem!reader

Summary: Reader’s in hospital since a while now, and keeps dreaming about a boy coming to lighten her days.

Warnings: English isn’t my first language, the reason why reader’s in hospital isn’t mentioned, fluff!

A/n: The dividers are from @cafekitsune !

I don’t own the pictures, found them on Pinterest, so credits go to their owners!

“A dream is a wish your heart makes

When you're fast asleep

In dreams you will lose your heartaches

Whatever you wish for, you keep”

“Slept well?” the nurse asked as she entered Y/n’s room to check her blood pressure. She wrapped the fabric around the girl's little arm, and pressed a few buttons on the machine to which it was connected. She nodded, smiling sleepily.

“Very.”

“Had any good dreams?” one of the lady’s brows arched. Y/n nodded again but didn’t elaborate. “So, what would you like for breakfast?” she chuckled. The dreams she kept having were her secrets. Her little heaven. She cherished them with all her sick heart.

All of her dreams resumed to one word : fairytale. She always dreamt of a boy — she knew she had already seen him somewhere but didn’t remember where — coming here, at the hospital. He’d make her laugh, and feel like she truly had a place in this strange world. He was like a knight in shining armour, and she was the princess he was supposed to save.

“Have faith in your dreams and someday

Your rainbow will come smiling through

No matter how your heart is grieving

If you keep on believing

The dream that you wish will come true”

“Audrey?” Y/n called. She swore she had heard the door of her room opening. But it wasn’t time for snacks, was it? The girl left her unfinished painting and got up with some difficulty. Her heart suddenly stopped, and her vision became brighter and clearer. Was she going crazy, or the boy of her dreams was standing there?

“I’m sorry,” he apologised quickly, seeming breathless, observing the room he was inside. It was definitely not a closet or a cleaning room. The blond boy just wanted to escape the turmoil of emotions he was stuck into. “I was-”

“You’re one of doctor Cullen’s son, aren’t you? Jasper?” now she recognised him. She had one seen him in a photograph before, the first time she went into the doctor’s office. He nodded, apparently relaxed that she didn’t mind his intrusion.

“That I am, I-I guess?” he chuckled nervously. His smirk wasn’t a smirk. It was a little smile that was like a rainbow after a rainy day. It suited him.

Jasper was dressed simply, in cold tones, that matched his pale skin. He truly looked like his father, although she remember he was adopted. He seemed sick, just like her.

Y/n was dressed in a pink short dress with a cardigan. Her hair was combed into a messy braid, that went to her shoulders. She had skinny covered legs, and skinny fingers. He hadn't yet noticed that the girl was connected to a machine that helped her breathing.

“I-uh, I shouldn’t be here-” his hand went into his curls. Y/n chuckled softly.

“Probably not.” she shrugged. “Do you know where your father’s office is?” Jasper shook his pale head. “It’s okay, I can walk you there.”

“Are you allowed to leave your room?” his brows furrowed. One of her fingers went to her mouth, gesturing him to be quiet about it. His honey looking eyes glimmered as he smirked.

“I have to do my five minutes of walking anyway.” she answered and opened the door. Jasper couldn’t help but admire her. He could feel her pain in her whole body, and yet, she was smiling. Her feet began to ache as they went down the corridor that led to Carlisle’s office. Her hand was shaking a bit, clinging to a metal bar which was glued to the wall.

“Y/n?” said Carlisle’s confused voice when he saw the petite girl standing in front of his door. She stepped out, revealing Jasper. “I won’t say that you disobeyed the rules for once, but I must walk you back to your room dear.” he scolded gently.

“Bye, Jasper!” she waved at him as Carlisle’s arm went to her waist to help her shaking body to move. He waved back at her, and felt like a complete idiot.

They both hoped they would see each other soon enough.

[imaginebeautifulworlds]

Loved By Seven | Chapter 2

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU, Mate!AU, romance, fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Human!Reader, Peacock!Seokjin, Serpent!Yoongi, Hawk!Hoseok, White Tiger!Namjoon, Merman!Jimin, Leopard!Taehyung, Wolf!Jungkook

Summary: Hiking was just an activity to get you out of the apartment, the last thing you imagined was ending in a whole different world by touching a jewel. That not being enough you end up meeting seven hybrids, and they all claim you shared the Connection with each of them making you their partner for life

Notes: Hi! I took a lot to upload this chapter right? I’m so sorry, but I’m almost up with my thesis and it takes basically all my time; also this chapter was getting way too long so I cut it and decided to make the second part the third chapter of this story, and when I was reading there were a lot of things a didn’t like it so I wrote it again I hope you guys like it. The first receveid so much love and I’m really thankful for that, so I hope this second chapter lives to your expectations. Help, likes, reblogs, comments are always appreciated. English is not my first language so pardon me if anything is misspelled or grammatically incorrect. Also the main idea came from a webtoon but I can’t remember it’s name. Enjoy!

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With your cheeks still wearing the color red, Taehyung starts walking again, with Jiwoo by his side, and from what you’re seeing the city is surrounded by forest “Hey, Taehyung is the city surrounded by forest?” “Yes, most of us, hybrids, like to maintain the connection we have with nature, sometimes we like to go and transform so we can run or simply act more with our animal side. There’s also a part facing the sea, for sea creatures to also have their natural habitat” He explains to you, and you’re wondering how much strength does he have because you’re in his arms, walking for who knows how long and talking as if none of the above is happening. “Mm Taehyung?” He looks at Jiwoo for a moment acknowledging her, before turning his eyes towards the road ahead again “Shouldn’t we take N/N to a hospital so they can look at her ankle?” After Jiwoo mentions the word “hospital” Taehyung looks at your eyes for a moment before looking at your swollen ankle and then looks back at you with uncertain eyes “What is it? There are no hospitals here? Hospitals are where sick people get treated to get better” An amused smile appears on his face after your poor explanation of a what a hospital is “I know what a hospital is Beautiful” As if on cue your cheeks get red again after he says the word “We have hospitals here, actually is one of the best in the world” Now you’re the one with an awkward smile, what were you thinking? No hospitals? In a world that looks like is better than yours? “I want to take you but I don’t want to get away from you” He mumbles in almost an inaudible voice, but you got most of it thanks to the proximity between you two, and apparently Jiwoo has an incredible ear because she covers her mouth when she starts laughing. After a few seconds his face lights up as if he got the best idea ever “Let’s go to my apartment, I know a doctor, a female one who already has a partner, who can treat you” finishing the sentence he looks at you with that boxy smile you’re falling in love with Wait, what? What are you thinking F/N? You barely know the man you think to yourself “Wait, what does it matter if she gets treated by a woman?” Jiwoo asks and the leopard turns to her like she grew a second head, but she’s not looking at him instead her eyer are on the road ahead and continues “and what that she has a partner? I don’t think that should matter when a patient is treated” while finishing the sentence she looks at him, surprise fills her features by the incredulous eyes watching her “what?” Jiwoo says in a tiny voice “because I don’t want to take any risks” Taehyung answers with a voice that drips obviousness.

At this point you know that somehow you’re in a parallel universe, and you’re pretty sure Jiwoo is thinking the same. To make a point you start a list in your head: 1. It’s not normal for a human to have animal traits as body parts, 2. Humans don’t catch smells from others, just like body odor, but Taehyung is talking about a smell coming from me, 3. What the hell is a Connection? He talks about as if it’s the most important thing in life, 4. Also, how is he so freakishly strong? He’s carrying me and my backpack, which was pretty heavy when I carried descending that damn hill, 5. How can I trust him, when all the things coming from his mouth are so bizarre, I mean he’s talking about me being his partner by that weird smell reason, 6. He’s not taking me to a hospital but to HIS apartment, just because he “doesn’t want take risks” what does that even mean?. On Taehyung’s side the thoughts going through his mind are similar How these two human women don’t know about The Connection? I mean this is known globally; the only thing he knows for sure is that he’s not going to let his partner get away from him. Unknowingly to the other, both of you think We need to talk.

Walking through the city, the sun it’s high in the sky indicating it was probably noon, surprising the two girls. It doesn’t look like a big city, but it’s still busy with life. There are cars, taxis, buses, very modern buildings, things they didn’t expect, because of the looks of Taehyung, despise his clothes, the two girls thought they were going to find something old fashion and a little bit barbaric, but they were speechless with the beauty of this city. Although there is something that surprised them: the people, mostly, were half animal half human, some of them seemed to be completely humans but it wasn’t an information easily proofed.

The three of you seemed to be closer to your destination because Taehyung couldn’t stop talking, though he seems to be talking with himself forgetting you’re in his arms “I’m going to take such care of you…we are going to have beautiful cubs because you’re so beautiful…I’m going to give you everything you want in the world, because you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen and the prettiest girl deserves everything she wants” and with each phrase coming out of his lips you’re eyes get bigger and you’re face gets so red Jiwoo thought you were gonna faint from such quantity of blood in your face, something Taehyung didn’t mind because to him it means you’re liking everything he’s saying, instead of embarrassing you. To your relieve, you three stop in front of a tall building “this is where I live” Taehyung says. Still in his arms, your little group get in the elevator, the hybrid marking the number 10. Taehyung descends the elevator first walking through a hall until getting in front of a door, Jiwoo following close by, he opens it revealing a very modern and a very cozy apartment; when he enters with you, you think is very much like him, the décor goes with his bubbly personality.

Already inside by the door Jiwoo asks “Taehyung we need to rest her ankle properly and call the doctor” you look up at him “Oh, sure…let’s go” He walks towards the hall, and opens the door at the end of the it. Inside it’s a bed big enough for at least three people, he puts you down on the bed with the most utter care “Thank you, Taehyung” you give him a small smile “I really love when you say my name” he whispers. Raising up from your side, he walks to the door “Jiwoo, you can install here” feeling nobody is following him, the hybrid walks back to his room encountering with two girls already asleep. But F/N should sleep with me in my room it’s the first thought that crosses his mind, although you’re sleeping so soundly he closes the door with a pout on his face.

Taehyung walks to the kitchen and with cellphone in hand he calls the doctor “Hi Nia, how are you? I’m glad. Hey, I need your help. My partner had an accident and her ankle is swollen, could you please come and check it out?…Yes, no problem you can come later…See you” with that resolved he goes back to his room. Your face is facing the door, hypnotized by your face he walks towards your sleeping form seating on the floor next to you. He just watches your face, the little movements you make in your sleep, the way you snore and drool yourself but even then he can’t find a single flaw. Maybe because of the earlier events of the day he yawns starting to feel so tired, he falls sleep and unconsciously transforms into his animal form next to you in his bed.

After a few hours you wake by two things, first you feel so hot like having a radiator next to you but this radiator has fur and whiskers, and second the doorbell is ringing. Opening your eyes you see a leopard next to you, still not processing everything that happened to you that day you scream at top of your lungs waking up a sleeping Jiwoo, apparently next you on an unknown bed, who starts screaming with you when spotting the big carnivore next to you, and a sleeping leopard that almost falls off the bed “what? What happened? Are you alright?” The freaking leopard just talked is your first thought after Taehyung spoke. Somehow after hearing his voice the events of today start to go through your mind, but just to be sure you ask “Taehyung?” And the leopard, with, what it looks like, a worried face answers “Yes” and just then he notices he’s on the bed and not next to it like he remembers, and on top of that he’s in four legs “I’m a leopard, right?” You and Jiwoo, cowering behind you, nod to the animal “I’ll be right back” He walks towards, what it appears to be, the bathroom.

After a few minutes, and the doorbell still ringing, a human dressed Taehyung comes out of the bathroom “I’m so sorry, I don’t know when I fell asleep or when I transformed, it usually happens when I’m too tired…I’m sorry” in the last apology he’s looking at you in the eyes, but when he sees you kneeling he gasps “F/N your damaging more your ankle” it wasn’t until he mentioned it that you felt the pain in your ankle “Ouch…” “Please, lay down” He, with a bit of uncertainty and shaking hands, reaches to help you accommodate your body; “Taehyung, the doorbell has been ringing for several minutes now” Jiwoo remembers, and like he just realized that he answers “Oh, yeah…I’m gonna see who it is”.

Taehyung stands up and exits his bedroom to head up to the door, to open to, who he assumes, is his friend. Opening the door he finds the familiar face of a bunny hybrid, Nia. “Hi, Nia” he steps aside so the woman could enter the apartment, “You do know I’ve been ringing for like forever right?” she says with a slight annoyed tone in her voice “and I heard some screaming, are you okay? Who else is here? As far as you’ve told me, you live alone” he stars to respond in order “I know you’ve been ringing for a while, I’m sorry…it’s just that…something happened” his response come between pauses “One of those who screamed is the one who needs your help…and from now on I won’t be living alone anymore” he says the last with the biggest smile Nia has seen in Taehyung’s face since they met “Wait, you said partner on the phone…did you find them?” she asks with a smile of her own “Yes” he giggles saying the word “Oh My God Taehyung that’s amazing I know you’ve been dying to find them…take me to them so I can see what needs my help” “Yes, she’s in my room” he starts walking towards the wall and eventually enters the room with the doctor tailing behind.

Jiwoo and F/N are on the bed, the first is sitting while the latter is laying down with her ankle on top of one of the pillows; you both see them enter the room, Taehyung wearing a small smile and a woman with bunny ears, apparently, attached to her head, wearing a doctor coat. “Hi, you’re probably the one I’m checking? My name is Nia” “Yeah, I’m F/N…I hurt my ankle when I was chased by wolves” you explain looking at your swollen ankle “Okay, let me check it” she says sitting down next to your ankle and starts applying some pressure to the red area, when she touches the most swollen part you let out a hiss and retrieve your ankle a little bit, this action makes Taehyung, who’s standing next to you, come closer and let’s out a low growl, thinking his friend is hurting his partner, which makes the ears of the doctor bend a little bit. Watching this, you immediately put your hand on his, almost unconsciously, and try to calm him down which works because instead of paying attention to the bunny he looks at your hand on top of his with surprise filling his face, since it’s the first time you have initiated physical contact with him.

After the doctor finishes touching your ankle she applies ointment in the affected area, and starts wrapping your ankle in bandages saying “Well, F/N you suffered a sprain, it’s not serious but you need to apply ointment everyday and keep the bandages for at least two weeks, while this time passes try not to support your ankle and after the two weeks start slowly. If it gets to swollen before bandaging it use ice, and if you’re in too much pain take a painkiller. Do you have any questions?” “No ma'am” you watch closely how she’s bandaging your ankle so you could do it later, what you didn’t notice was how Taehyung was also very concentrated, so much he even got closer, in Nia’s hands as she was wrapping your ankle so he could do it for you later. Jiwoo’s paying attention to the devoted emotion in Taehyung’s eyes when he’s looking at you and how his tongue sticks out a little bit when paying attention to the doctor, making her think maybe this Connection he’s talking about is no joke, this looks like the real deal. “Thank you so much Doctor Nia, can I take a painkiller…ummm…there was something that made me apply pressure to my ankle” you look sideways at Taehyung thinking he wouldn’t notice but he did, then you hear a little whine that seemed to have come out of a kitty but when you look at the leopard you see his sorrowful face with watery eyes making yours big and surprised; Nia stifling a laugh at the interaction of you two says “Yeah. Sure, there’s no problem but try” looking at Taehyung “to not do it for these days, okay?” You nod at her “Thank you” you smile at the woman “I’ll lead you to the door Nia” says the male hybrid when the bunny finishes packing, and the two hybrids walk through the hall towards the door, once they’re at the door “She seems to be wary of you…as if she doesn’t understand why you’re acting the way you are and I’m asking myself why is her friend here too” she says looking at him with curiosity in her eyes “It’s difficult to explain” he answers taking, unconsciously, his hand to the back of his head with his tail flicking behind him “Okay, take care of both of you, Jace is waiting for me” “Bye Nia, thank you so much” she waves walking towards the elevator.

Taehyung closes the door and immediately walks to kitchen to fill a glass with water, once in the room he passes it to you silently, which you accept it wordlessly, and walks to the bathroom; he opens a cabinet and takes out a box of painkillers and brings it to you “Thank you, Taehyung” you throw him a smile, and swallow the pill, that almost make him smile, but he knew he had to apologize to you for frightened you “Beautiful I’m so sorry for scaring you like that” he kneels in front of you with a watery pout “Sometimes when I’m really tired I transform unknowingly” some tears fall from his eyes “Please don’t be scared of me I’m not going to hurt you…ever. I’m still me even in my animal form so don’t fear me” he grabs one of your hands in both of his giving it tiny kisses. You a little bit flustered because of this type of affection say “Hey, hey Taehyung…you don’t have to be sorry, I mean…you have to understand that where we come from you don’t wake up next to a leopard and leave to tale the tale” you leave your hand in his “So I’m sorry if you were hurt by my actions” he’s still crying so you summon enough courage to scratch behind his ear, thus, to your surprise, he starts purring and melts in your lap like a cat enjoying the affection which brings a bright smile to your face “If we can stay here you have to get used to these kind of reactions because all of this is new to us” you say still scratching his ears. Opening his mouth to answer you, your stomach decides to speak for itself announcing your need for food, you look a Taehyung, who’s rising his face from your lap, with a crimson face after giving a nasty look to your stomach. “A proper dinner is coming ” He says with what looks like a serious face, or at least the attempt of one because you can see the corners of his lips are rising a little bit. “Please, I’m starving” it’s with the mention of food that Jiwoo decides to speak after watching the honey dripping scene.

Taehyung leaves the room to make you three something to eat, but with everything that happened and the painkiller doing its work you fall asleep again. With the hybrid no longer in the room, Jiwoo takes in the spacious room you both are in, she knows this is probably his room but there’s no way she’s gonna let her friend alone with a man who clearly has an interest (or maybe something more) in her: it has a king size bed, a nightstand in each side of the bed, a desk with the chair, and two doors: opening one she finds a giant bathroom with a gigantic shower and bathtub and his supplies, and opening the other one she finds an enormous closet filled with various clothes mainly somewhat formal attires. With the little tour done, Jiwoo decides to take everything out of the backpacks and put it where it should, finishing the task she rests her head on the pillow and without noticing she falls asleep.

Chapter 3

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[brightstarbutalsoidot]

of liars, sinners, love, and the day after tomorrow

What Aqua Hoshino used to know of love can be found in long strands of violet hair and eyes that hold the universe itself. An unfalteringly bubbly voice, a smile to charm the heavens, and a hug that told Aqua more than words just to what extent Ai Hoshino’s capacity to love could reach. Whenever she looked at him and his sister, she looked as if they were brought from paradise itself, and whenever she spoke to them, her words popped with fond softness and parental pride, and Aqua thought to himself that Ai Hoshino was an angel called from above to grace this world with her laughter and her smile and her songs and her love and her lies. Ai Hoshino, above all else, was a liar. She lied to her fans, she lied to her fellow idols, she lied to her company, and even to herself. Ai Hoshino did love. Ai loved so much, was loved so much, and that was not a lie. For all Ai says about lies being her way of expressing love, her love was completely devoid of it. True warmth, like gentle hands caressing your cheek, like a wry smile or a look of pure bliss directed at you, Ai Hoshino loved her children more than the world loved Ai of B-Komachi. 

 Aqua Hoshino has not known love since lifeless eyes that used to outshine even the galaxy itself stared unblinkingly at him. Tears flowed down his cheeks, or maybe it was her blood ( there was so much blood, so so so much, Ai, please please don’t go please ). It didn’t matter. Ai Hoshino died holding onto what she loved, free from the burden of her lies, free from the burden of this godforsaken industry, and her lies became her truth. Ai Hoshino loved her children, and that definitely was not a lie. 

 What Aqua Hoshino knows of love now is found in scarlet hair, scarlet eyes, and a smooth, melodic voice that did not hesitate to singlehandedly shove Aqua out of his walls, effortlessly tearing them down with an ease that terrified him. There’s something in the way that Kana Arima stares at him so sincerely and so warmly at times that shakes him. He doesn’t deserve it. Why? He doesn’t deserve love, not when so much hate pools in his gut and thrives in his veins, not when friends are just assets and connections, not when everything and everyone would all be just means to his end, someone like him shouldn’t be loved. This Aqua Hoshino who is so strong, who is so reliable, who is so helpful, who is so sincerely loved by Kana Arima, Aqua wished to meet him one day, because that person could never be him. 

 The Hoshino family is cursed to lie for love, and Aqua has never resented that fact before. Why start now? Lies are all he is, layer upon layer upon layer of unlovable and miserable hatred piled on top of each other like an amalgamation of sin and filth, yes, this is who Aqua Hoshino is. A liar who only knows how to act, how to manipulate, and nothing else. For all good that his knowledge as a doctor did for him, for it didn’t matter in the times he needed it most. Even if he was 4, even if his hands were pudgy and tiny and could barely grasp his mother’s hand, even if he had none of his equipment, there should have been something, anything he could have done for Ai.

 What Aqua Hoshino knows of love now is found in azure strands of hair and eyes that pierce through him again and again, eyes that stare at him with complete faith and devotion that he does not deserve but will use anyway. Aqua didn’t mean to care for Akane Kurokawa, but the queen on his chessboard is not someone he will ever force to suffer for his sake. He’s caused enough pain in both lifetimes, as a doctor who couldn’t be there for his patient, and as a son who couldn’t save his mother, he’s done enough. Better for her to be discarded than die, he tells himself, better for her to be out of my life than be someone I attend another funeral for, he tells himself. Akane Kurokawa is a sinner, and for the sake of Aqua Hoshino, she will have gladly bloodied her hands if it meant his freedom from the chains of his vengeance. The lie becomes the truth, if told often enough, if told well enough. Akane was Aqua’s first girlfriend, and maybe in a better world, a kinder time, Aqua would hold her hand and introduce her with a smile to Ai, and tell his mother that “This one, this is who I have fallen for,” but that is a lie. Aqua Hoshino does not love, not anymore, but he can’t find it in himself to stop caring. Their relationship is strange. Lovers but not quite, partners who don’t trust the other, sinners cut from the same cloth who would burn the heavens all the way to the earth if it would protect the other. Maybe that was love, even twisted and skewed and wrong and sinful, maybe Akane Kurokawa and Aqua Hoshino had love, and for a time, maybe it hadn’t been a lie.

 What Aqua Hoshino knows of love is lies. Beautiful lies, expressive lies, secretive lies, sinful lies, protective lies, truthful lies. Aqua Hoshino is a liar, clear as day, and he lies to his idol, he lies to his girlfriend, he lied to his mother, and he lies to his sister. Ruby Hoshino grew up in a world without Ai for over a decade, with only the warmth of Miyako-san and the cold love that Aqua showed her, a love written in a tapestry of lies too entangled to unravel with a single conversation. Even if he would never know, Aqua loved her then as Gorou Amamiya and Sarina Tendoji, albeit wasn’t in the way she wanted, and Aqua loves her now as his sister, as Aqua Hoshino and Ruby Hoshino, the Twin Stars of Japan. 

 Aqua Hoshino is a liar, and Ruby Hoshino is the only one who truly gives him what he deserves. He can’t help but love his sister for that even more. She hates him, truly and utterly despises him for what he’s done, for what he’s told and for what their lives have become, for disgracing Ai and for telling the world what should have stayed locked in a box and buried next to the coffin of their mother. Good, Hate me, despise me, for I am someone not worth loving. When all is said and done, Ruby will still hate him, and maybe that brings a pain that blooms in his chest that he can’t fully explain, a pain of needles stabbing at his throat and drying his voice, a pain borne from the thought that his sister of flesh and blood and someone who shared the burden of their mother’s legacy and the grief that came with it, being hated by someone like that hurt Aqua in ways he would never be comfortable with speaking or thinking of. Let Ruby hate him, let her spite him, let her gaze of happiness and warmth that now yielded a calculating gleam that Aqua saw in every mirror that taunted him pierce through him and rip this body to shreds. Ruby Hoshino utterly hates Aqua Hoshino for what he has done, and this definitely is not a lie.

 When all is said and done and Aqua is gone, he is at least glad that Ruby won’t mourn for his sake. She’s had enough grief for a lifetime. At least hated as he is, Aqua won’t make Ruby suffer even more when he’s finally gone for good. It’s better this way.

What Gorou Amamiya knew of love is in white, sterile rooms with bleak windows and a girl who would not live longer than twelve speaking to him of an idol group she loves so, so dearly, and it is a happy memory.

 If you tell a lie long enough, well enough, it will become the truth. Aqua Hoshino is someone not worth loving and Gorou Amamiya is someone not worth remembering, but maybe one day they both will. Maybe one day Aqua will go there and see flowers on his grave and know that someone loved him even then, that someone remembered who this man was, that someone  cared . Maybe one day Aqua will look beside himself and see himself surrounded with people he loves and people who love him as he is, and maybe he will smile. Maybe one day, the lies will finally become the truth.

 That day is not today, neither will it be tomorrow, but maybe, just maybe, it would be the day after that. As tomorrow bleeds into yesterday, maybe then will Aqua Hoshino finally, truly love again, free of the lies that glimmer like stars and unburdened by the weight of the heavens. That day may not be today, but it will arrive all the same.

[thenamesblurrito]

A commission for @pluralsword for the lovely fic Addendum over on AO3, following Arcee on her gender journey! Some snippets are under the cut, including the bit this illustrated scene is from.

The torn metal thread shreds of the Crystal City Messenger newspaper fell from my hands. My body shivered and I felt bellows build up in my voice box unreleased.

“We have truly entered a world of madness- we are dead, dead peoples,” I muttered at my doorstep in the empty residential hallway.

The front-page article and first two sentences ran over and over in my mind. THEOCONOMIST FORM-ESSENTIALISM MADE LAW AFTER TAMPERED PUBLIC POLLS. Nova Prime endorses the theoconomists favoring form over aesthetic and orders the demolition of all aesthetic archives, programs, and organizations in the name of ‘freedom,’ and ‘moving on.’ We write with urgency – because of our reporting over the millennia against the reactionary rise, maintaining of records, and projecting of voices of the decreasing population that still connects to gender or anything like it, we are among the news groups hereby outlawed-

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In my wordless scream of frustration and his of terror, I severed his head from his neck and immediately charged towards the door, deflecting the shots and cutting down the handful of bots in front of me, while taking scatter blasts to my back in yells of pain-

Blasts that fell silent as the hauler’s metal screeched and tore from rocket explosions at the front, spinning us wildly. I stood alone, legs bent and jumping about, while the rest tumbled.

I was about to run- Don’t run- and instead began to bear down on each with my blades in rapid succession while I bled. Four stabs through sparks by the time the remaining eleven stood back up in the back corner gravity had left them in, near me, and I sliced through the group’s torsos in four blows with a triumphant yell, as all fell to my blades beyond their experience or technology.

-

I sputtered, exhaust fumes coming out of my transforming seams in nervousness in my chair in her brightly lit office.

“You can say it, you know it as I do, and we’re here for you, just like people were for me,” she got up from her chair and stood in front of me, her sturdy shoulder stacked frame’s firm graspers towards me. “Can I hold your hands? Would that help?”

“Yeah...” I reached out and held her own, feeling her fingers gently find an easy grip around me. “It’s nice to actually be able to trust a doctor and a friend with understanding me and my body, that of a linked trans gal.” 

-

"Sibling, you shouldn't be here," Galvatron crossed his arms and leaned on the wall. "This is far too dangerous, not in a combative sense, but that of you against the world," He frowned. "Including danger from your supposed patron and protector."

"You mean, the only person who has done right by our kind with any sort of power to protect us?" I stared back. "You showed up now to tell me that? No hug, no gladness to see me?"

-

“Hang on m’am I’m messaging a medic named Safety he’ll be right over with his team-” Phreaker replied.

I was flabbergasted. “Phreaker!”

“What? Just finished talking to him, sorry about that lady,” Phreaker transformed back and extended an arm. “I’m way smaller than you, but you can barely stand, and you need a friend. Lean on me.”

“Why did you use she pronouns and gender terms that some have associated with women? I haven’t told you my pronouns or my gender or terminology therein,” I stared at his cube of a face.

-

I spotted recent Cybernought tracks in the direction of my heading. No no no this is bad!! =”ANODE! LUG! Can you read me??”=

I slowed and reached the residue point- there was a crater with a shattered shield staff in the middle, and pink blood everywhere. 

I transformed, crouched, and spotted split off pieces of Lug’s chest and torso armor.

-

“Hey Arcee, what’s up? Surprised to get a call from you after our last conversation,” Windblade’s holodisplay visage smiled at me, wings outstretched.

“I’ve been playing around with Earth mode reformats to choose.” I sent her communications table the file scans of considered alt modes and altered files I had tinkered with. “And actually found some euphoria from the shapes I’m considering, but I realized, I realized I didn’t want to be alone right now for this, I wanted someone who would understand to be present.”

-

“So, after all these millions of years, after all your labor for a radical revolution and then for survival in the wider galaxy, why in the stars would-” I fumbled over my words, the weight of my title and path of peace pressed on me, as I looked on at Arcee and Windblade, the old and new wiser than me, and both our future. “Why would you, an ancient trans woman anarchist, join up with the Autobots and work as my right hand, and even a commander in my stead?”

-

“Hey, hey, Arcee, Aileron told us what was happening,” Lug rubbed my back stacks, as did Anode from my sitting position where Aileron held me. “I know it’s a lot sometimes when we visit, and especially the occasion today.”

 I let their rubbing and embrace anchor for me a moment, and then whimpered out: “come around so I can hug you- let me try to stand-” 

Aileron helped me up, and the four of us hugged close. Lug’s head nuzzled on my waist, Anode leaned her head on my shoulder, and Aileron touched the three of us with her arms and torso. We had a quiet, lovely moment. 

-

“Reading Anode and Lug’s journals again I see,” Prowl sat across from my cell bar’s door. “I have to ask, what do you of all people see in them besides curiosity? A change of spark, historical inclination?”

“It’s how they lived with the resources they had, and how strong they were with so little material,” I turned my head, and put the journal down. “They had in abundance things I didn’t value that only they could make- their euphoria, their companionship, their epistemes, their memories, their family. Resources I lost understanding for their true meaning long ago and am trying to retrace, (rest of quote removed due to spoilers)

-

Aileron's drippy face looked up at me as Gauge and Sideswipe held her hand, and Ailering, Greenlight, Anodes, Lugs, and Lancer hugged her. "I know we'll be family again too, Windblade..." 

"I know we will," I smiled and joined the embrace, letting her chest rest on my head. "I have no doubt." 

"Aunty, do you think-," Gauge wrapped an arm around me. "Do you think if our world had been happier- if we had not had 12 million years of empire- that her life would have been able to blossom more than it did? To never have been so alone?"

[chasing-chimeras]

my boyfriend’s reads on teen wolf so far, part 3 (this is the second half of 5b)

links to parts 1 and 2 :)

“how is this town not under martial law? why hasn’t there been a mass exodus enforced by child protective services to get these kids out of there?”

when lydia killed valack: “that was iconic, but i’m still wondering how this man got out of this supernatural psychiatric prison and then somehow managed to run that same prison with the same staff. did no one think that was strange?”

on the sheriff: “he’s done some messed up stuff, but i stand by him. if there’s one true dilf in the show, it’s him, even more so than chris argent. which is probably more revealing of me than anything else.”

on parrish’s relationship with lydia: “i mean i definitely don’t like it. i guess mild props to him for keeping those sex dreams to himself. MAYBE that’s why he wanted to leave town? MAYBE we should give him some credit? but also i can’t blame lydia, i can’t say that if there was a hot older man in town who was simultaneously the lord of death and this guy destined to save the world that i wouldn’t fall for it.”

summing up his reaction to theo (at the end of 5b): “he’s just like really annoying and honestly i don’t think that he’s that compelling. it feels like every episode he comes on the show and approaches scott or one of his people and says “you really shouldn’t trust me but i know something you need to know” and then he betrays them and walks on screen with the dumbest look on his face.” 😪

on mason being the beast: “this was the first time i was right about something in this fucking show.”

“melissa is just trying to get fired at this point, but she continues to do what’s necessary.”

“i love that they manage to keep allison around in subtle but powerful ways.”

on marie-jeanne: “i don’t know how to describe her accent but it sounds like they were trying to go for all of them at once. but she was iconic and she should be back on the show. i was honestly hoping they would find a way to resurrect her to kill the beast again.”

on the dread doctors: “this was the fifth season in a row where there are villains impervious to anything right up until the moment where they need to die.”

he LOVED the sewer scenes where theo betrays deucalion and then scott, only to get his neck snapped by deucalion and find out that he’s been a double agent, only to have gerard interrupt and then get betrayed by his own son. “it’s like that meme of those spidermen pointing their fingers at each other.”

“but i loved when theo got his neck snapped.”

he’s PISSED at how lackluster kira’s send off was and that his theory about her being the real key to defeating the beast (not parrish) was wrong: “i don’t understand the entire buildup of her internal conflict looking back on it. they gave her all the pieces. she spends all season struggling to contain this fiery energy, they constantly mention it’s parrish which feels like a fakeout, and they sent her back to the skinwalkers to figure out how to help her friends. and then she comes back with some “secret power” just to send this one twink to hell? they did her so dirty.”

continued, because he needed to rant: “cause she left again! and in that episode everyone is like dying, so it’s like okay she’s coming back and she’s going to be the deus ex machina. but instead she comes back to send a teenager to hell? i’m just picturing her at shiprock like “okay how do we deal with the beast?” and the skinwalkers are just like “so you’re actually going to have nothing to do with that. but what you are going to do is send a teenager to hell so that we can torture him.” what was even their connection to theo???”

on theo’s punishment: “that was dark. it really was strange how kira’s final act on the show was to say “your sister wants to see you” and then call up an ostensibly undead version of his sister who pulls him into this realm that we’ve never heard of before as he begs for his life. i would say that was a tonal shift.”

[mindyabusines]

has anybody made the same connection i have between The Ballad of Lucy Gray Baird and the Amy & The Doctor seasons? i mean hear me out:

“When I was a girl i fell into your arms” I mean seriously

“You went to the dogs and I lived by my charms. I danced for my dinners, spread kisses like honey” C’mon this line screams Amy! When the Doctor shows back up 12 years later, she’s a kissagram with a boyfriend. Everybody in the town knows her and calls her “dear”. And also reminds me of the scene in The Eleventh Hour where The Doctor says “you were a little girl 5 minutes ago!” and she says “you’re worse than my aunt!”

“We sang for our suppers, we drank up our money” Now this is not only quintessential traveling with the doctor vibes but also season 5 when they’re travelling just the two of them. They do so many things with happy endings and they have so much fun together!

“Cause I am the one who looks out when you’re leaping.” Okay so The Beast Below is next. Even though she doesn’t remember it, she looks out for him when she tries to avoid him finding out the truth about the Star Whale because she knows it will lead to him making an impossible choice. she shouldn’t have kept it from him, i get that, but still she did it because she wanted to look out for him.

“I am the one who knows how you were brave” The Beast Below as well because I think Amy shows a great understanding of what motivates The Doctor when dealing with the Star Whale. She knows how difficult it must be and how it’s made him kind.

“It’s sooner than later that I’m six feet under. It’s sooner than later that you’ll be alone.” It was definitely surprising that Amy and Rory’s farewell was right after The Power of Three, it caught us off guard just like it caught them off guard which i think was the purpose. And now The Doctor has gone from travelling with 2 people to none in an instant

“So who will you turn to tomorrow, i wonder? Cause when the bell rings, lover, you’re on your own” Now we’re in Post- The Angels Take Manhattan. Amy and Rory are building a life in the past and i’d imagine Amy wondering who’s with him now that his best friends are gone. Nobody could take their place but who’s keeping him company?

“I am the one who you let see you weeping. I know the soul that you struggle to save.” I think Amy and Rory would both know well by this point how much the past weighs on The Doctor and how much he struggles to still be a healer and someone who helps people. And what do you do with all that knowledge now that the other half of the equation is gone?

“I’ll take that and more when I go to my grave.” Now this I imagine being applied to all 3 of them. The Doctor knows even more about them than they do and now when he regenerates or eventually dies, he’ll still remember them. “I carry them with me. So even though they’re gone from the world, they’re never gone from me.”

[cocoabubbelle]

Watching “Scooby Doo, Where Are You?” (1969-1970 CBS) + Thoughts

Episode 23: A Tiki Scare is No Fair

Interesting typeface for this episode’s title card.

Already the episode impresses me with its scenery, the special effects with the volcano, and the instrumental music.

Vacation in Hawaii!

Shaggy puts on a winning smile for Mr. Simms photo, making me wonder why some people think he’s unattractive compared to Fred or why he would be unsuccessful with getting a girlfriend.

Animation goof: Shaggy’s hair turns a shade lighter despite no sunlight/firelight.

Scooby Gang had been invited by Mr. Simms (A teacher? Acquaintance from town? Connections with Daphne’s family?) to participate in his tour to Hawaii, but Shaggy is already expecting things to go south based on his experiences with the rest of the gang so far.

I shouldn’t quickly assume Mr. Simms to be sus, but his fashion choice, mustache-too-dark-compared-to-his-hair, and his expression when getting confirmation that Shaggy and Scoob will not go to a supposedly haunted village are too distracting.

An animator decided that Shaggy’s eyes needed to look more perpetually nervous/excited than usual.

Ghost Drums with a groovy beat herald the sky (and entire scenery) turning a dark muddy sienna before Tiki Ghost shows up.

Tiki Ghost standing in the area Mr. Simms was in but now isn’t is not helping me not suspect him. Will this be this show’s second culprit who paints parts of his skin to pass off as a different race?

All the buff Hawaiian guys and Scooby wind up ditching Shaggy by accident as everyone flees the Tiki Ghost in a panic.

This background dance song sounds like the default music the Scooby Gang are known to use. Debut episode, or has it played before in previous episodes and I haven’t paid attention??

Ultra Instinct Shaggy breaks down and surfs on a door to warn Fred, Daphne, and Velma about the “witch doctor” (imma still call him the Tiki Ghost.).

Lots of arm movement in this episode despite the rest of the bodies being stationary. (Daphne raising both arms over her head, Fred making the go-get-‘em arm movement, Velma moving her hands from behind her back to in front of her waist.)

“I think you’re full of poi.”

“Shaggy, it’s a scientific fact that people and Scooby don’t just vanish, poof.” “Yeah? Like, it’s also a scientific fact that drums don’t play without drummers.” “Hm.” In other news, animation goof: Shaggy was holding a map from the side view of the Mystery Van, but during the frontal close up as Velma was talking, there is suddenly no map.

Random old man just there to confuse Velma as he disappears as soon as she points him out. Also Shaphne chill me, they’re just standing right next to each other.

Dancing and floating ghost drum. Also how were they standing in front of the Mystery Van a moment ago only to have to enter the scene again running from offscreen to offscreen???

Wait a minute, is Scooby in that dancing drum? Please let that be Scooby in that dancing drum 😆

Everyone said “ZOINKS!” The world must be ending.

YAAAAAY it IS Scooby!!! 🤣

“Scooby-Doo, where were you?!”

“Now let’s find Mr. Simms.” “Let’s don’t.” Dude.

Shaggy and Scooby not interested in looking for Mr. Simms even though he took them to 47 luaus, but quickly change gears on the possibility he’ll take them to a 48th. Our heroes, everybody.

“You walked with me 🎶 Footprints in the sand 🎶 And helped me understand, Where I'm going…🎶” ~ Leona Lewis. Also, Velma’s clue (the footsteps and sand, not Leona Lewis.)

Mr. Simms is actually a journalist.

Animation Goof: lower outline of Daphne’s eyes are missing.

“Besides, those tracks stop at the JUNGLE.”“We can follow them in the JUNGLE.” Hawaii technically has Tropical Rainforests, but apparently jungles can also mean the lower part of rainforests, so what do I know? 🤷‍♀️

Fred weirds me out when he says the Scooby Snack [he’s holding to bribe Scooby] smells delicious and he actually looks like he’s enjoying it. Shaggy weirds me and everyone out when he sits, pants like a dog, eats the Scooby Snack right out Fred’s hand, and starts sniffing and crawling on the ground. 🤨

Old Hawaiian man sees a weirdo sniffing the ground with his dog and hides, as he should.

Piggy-back Stack escape in order from bottom to top: Velma > Freddy > Daphne > Shaggy > Scooby. Fun fact: the term “piggyback” might actually be from the term “pick-pack” (objects that were taken from storage and pitched onto a person's waiting shoulders for transport) that slowly evolved over time. Old Hawaiian man laughs at their antics, as he should.

Via the laws of shenanigary, the Scooby gang winds up split by accident (Fred + Daphne + Velma and Shaggy + Scooby.)

Oh never mind they all reunited. “Something will hit me.” Talking about figuring out how to find Shag and Scoob approximately three seconds before the iconic duo crashed into the three of them.

Shaggy finds a clue in the form of a towering idol/statue. Which means by sheer dumb luck, they found the haunted village.

Animation Goof: Why do Velma’s freckles keep reappearing and disappearing? Does she have any or not, show???

Animation Goof: Fred’s hair turned lemon blond before reverting back to banana blond.

??????? Is the Idol/Statue a machine??? How did it turn around like that??? More importantly, how do none of you notice it moving literally a second after you walked past it?????

Statue opens eyes. It tots is a machine.

Scooby Gang accidentally stumble upon the Tiki Ghost behind a hut, and run off. I assume he was about to go to the bathroom before they took him by surprise because all he does is angrily wave his stick at them without chasing them.

Shaggy hears a snorting/grunting/oinking sound and automatically assumes it’s Daphne Blake making them. Help this gives me so many questions about their friendship/relationship 😅🤣

Also, gang winds up split up by accident again, same groups as previously mentioned.

Shaggy confirmed to own a slingshot?

Since Shaggy has no slingshot at hand, he picks up Scooby by the tail and holds him like a club. This works because Ultra Instinct + Shenanigans.

Angry Momma Warthog and her not-as-angry-babies!

Good news: Fred taking a torch off a wall doesn’t make a secret trapdoor appear right under Danger-Prone-Daphne and close up when she falls through. Bad news: Fred taking a torch off a wall makes a secret trapdoor appear right under VELMA and close up when she falls through. Conclusion: Someone on the writing team is a Fraphne shipper and didn’t want Velma butting in?

Velma has landed in an underground cave or stone dwelling, which I assume used to hold animals or prisoners based on the chains we see.

Velma finds Mr. Simm’s tacky hat on a stone table. Only the end of the episode will tell if her assumption he’s been captured is spot on or missing the mark.

Bad news: Tiki Ghost enters his criminal headquarters and almost finds Velma. Good news: she’s smart as well as athletically inclined (not nearly as contradictory interests as mainstream media has and continues to lead you to believe despite all claims they are trying to subvert these tropes) and quickly escapes him.

“C’mon, Scoob. Like, you’re not really afraid of ghosts, are you?” Yes he is and so are you.

Lots of visual indicators of speedy movement this episode.

Giant Statue is the Iron Giant, but bad and on wheels.

Shaggy adding high knees to his usual running movement because fleeing for your life doesn’t meen you skip leg day.

Reunion with Velma, making Shaggy’s iconic duo with Scooby the iconic trio again.

Warning-about-potential-danger-but-another-character-finishes-your-sentence-correctly-name-dropping-the-bad-guy-you-were-going-to-mention-and-you-marvel-how-the-other-character-knows-only-for-them-to-point-behind-you-because-whoops-the-bad-guy-is-RIGHT-THERE gag.

Shaggy power jogs away then back again to retrieve Scooby. Don’t underestimate leg day.

Tiki Ghost pulls a Droopy Dog gag by inexplicably appearing in the very hut Shag+Velm+Scoob are hiding in as they barricade the door and even helps them.

Daphne, as she and Fred continue to look for Shag+Velm+Scoob in the same hut where they are trapped since she paid attention when they all accidentally split up from each other each time and there’s no visible way that the other three could get in: “Fred, there’s nobody here but us.” Fraphne shippers: 👀👀👀

Hey, it’s that old man again! Obviously he’s not the Tiki Ghost (I knew it!). Genuinely innocent, or the one manning the Statue?

Shelma: Shaggy dressed as Tarzan, Velma as Jane. Scooby’s there as Cheetah the Chimp. Vaguely remember this moment as a child and probably what helped me ship Shelma, without questioning when and how they nabbed Flintstone- like fur outfits. Also, why did people think Velma was fat? She’s not even remotely plus-sized in the series???

If Tiki Ghost really is Mr. Simms, he’s either dumber than a pile of rocks, he can’t see well out of that mask, or he’s uncomfortable with Shelma attire because the diversion to get Tiki Ghost away WORKS.

Fred and Daphne discover a room with super shiny oyster shells, indicating a motive for whoever the culprit may be (in case Mr. Simms really is innocent with a criminally bad fashion sense and is tied up somewhere.). There is also an OPEN WINDOW. Where they can ESCAPE. Please tell me they go out the window.

YES!!!! (They do)

“I’m too whacked to walk…”

An old abandoned airplane?

Nope. Not old, anyhow, as Velma quickly discovers the vegetation covering the aircraft is made of plastic. Meanwhile, poor Shaggy trips a wire that causes him to experience a jumpscare from the cackling skeleton sitting in the pilot’s seat, prompting this gem: “It’s a skinny spook! 😭”

Shaggy tries to get the last laugh on the fake skeleton after Velma snaps its cord attached to a recorder. “Hey, Skinny, d’you know why the skeleton went to the library? To bone up on a few things! 😜”

To everyone’s horror and my amusement, the skeleton thinks Shaggy’s joke is punny. “ehhahaHAhahaHAhehahaHA! 💀” Shaggy: 0; Skinny: 2

I just realized this episode might be the first time this show is using solid colored frames to indicate cutting from one scene to the next.

Everybody literally bumps into each other and reunite. “We were hoping we’d bump into you guys.” Shaphne and shared pun-related humor. “Yeah, but not so hard.”

And I'll carry you 🎶 When you need a friend 🎶 You'll find my footprints in 🎶 the sand 🎶” ~ Leona Lewis

There’s the old man again. Is he a masked menace after all?

Shaggy reminds us he’s the canonically stated to be athletically inclined one by taking the lead in swimming into the river/lake as they follow the old man.

Fred second-guessing his tendency to have himself and the gang immediately follow suspicious beings when they come up in a mysterious cavern with an ominous staircase.

Here is Tiki Ghost! And Statue!

In one scene, Daphne’s arms and body are clearly in front of Fred’s, but a split second later with a close up, an artist/writer thought that wasn’t Fraphne enough and now has Daphne holding on to Fred’s arm for dear life.

Is it just me or does this episode feel longer than the others?

Pretty clever of them to climb onto the rafters (?) inside of the hut so the Statue/Robot doesn’t find them even as he lifts the right hut.

I think this is the most accidental split ups the gang has undergone in this episode for this series.

This is a chase scene, but I guess the music supervisor couldn’t think of a catchy, unrelated love song to go with it.

We see how the gang accidentally split up at the hut where Shaggy confused a momma warthog’s snorting for Daphne (I still have questions); the hut seems like a more modern/mechanically-inclined building disguised as a traditional dwelling — similar to how the abandoned plan was made to look older than it actually is —, and the Tiki Ghost pressed a button from the outside to make the doors revolve similar to the revolving bookcases attached to walls you see in your average haunted mansion. I for one think having the button OUTSIDE for anyone to see and not well hidden is asking for trouble, but alas, I’m not a criminal of the week from an early 70s cartoon so what do I know?

Tiki Ghost freaks out upon seeing a Great Dane using his bathtub and back scrubber.

Shaggy dancing in a purple suit, a bamboo cane, and straw hat. Truly he is a man of many talents.

Look man; clearly pressing the button to revolve the door only to reveal Shaggy or Scooby doing shenanigans isn’t helping you actually nab them, so do yourself a favor and stop screeching in irritation and try whacking them with your Skull on a Stick.

Tiki Ghost tries so hard to be scary, but freaks out and runs for his life when seeing Shag and Scoob covered in foliage. Probably had nightmares when he watched “Invasion of the Bodysnatchers (1956)”.

Frelma (Velma standing next to a seated Freddy and giving him a cute look/pose as he hatches his plan) and Shaphne (Shaggy right beside a seated Daphne) and Scoob FINALLY reach the point to lay out a probably unsuccessful trap.

I’m sorry WHY do you happen to have a trick amusement park’s mirror in your Mystery Machine???

Animation Goof: Shaggy’s skin and the sleeves attached as he plays the ghost drums are several shades lighter than the rest of his body.

I suspected this trap was going to go south from the beginning, but seeing Shag and Scooby accidentally get a random witch doctor mask attached to them as they run from the Tiki Ghost (no I will not call him a witch doctor you can’t make me) seals its fate.

Or not?? While steps 2-3 were muddled after step 1 got bungled, the fourth step of Fred’s plan (get Tiki Ghost to fall into giant pit covered in palm leaves) seems to get everything back on track on nabbing the crook.

I KNEW IT WAS MR. SIMMS! He was waaaaay too suspicious from the start.

Also, he had a henchman operating the giant statue, which begs the question: why did he catch his own boss? *rewatches the scene* Actually Shaggy and Scooby were covering the statue’s eyes when they accidentally wound up on its face. Also he was actually the first Tiki Ghost we saw in the beginning of the episode, but Simms was already sus.

Animation Goof: Daphne’s lighter skin.

Well, what d’ya know? The old Hawaiian man is actually a young (and handsome) Hawaiian man named Lieutenant Tomoro who serves the Hawaiian Police Apartment.

Last vacation day for Scooby Gang is paid for by the Lieutenant bc obv Simms is otherwise occupied with being incarcerated.

Fraphne dancing, Shelma as Shaggy watched her do the hula, Shirtless Lieutenant playing the ukelele, and Scooby surfing on a surfboard on wheels (like a gurney.)

Day 23 of no “And I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for you meddling kids!”

[trashboatprince]

Guess what, John’s about to shove one of their favorite series into another of their favorite series, and cause chaos with it.

So, just another normal day on this blog.

Anyway, enjoy Ten and Martha first entering into Rapture from Bioshock!

Warning: blood, violence

On with the fic!

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“Well.” The Doctor stated, looking out the TARDIS doors. “This is new.”

“Let me see.” Martha said as she pushed him aside, her eyes widening. “Oh, new is an understatement.”

Outside the doors of the TARDIS was an unbelievable sight. It was a massive room, decorated for what appeared to have been a party, but was left to decay. Rubble and puddles of water were found on the beautifully decorated floor, with more water leaking from the high ceiling. But what was the star of the room were the massive windows that showed a world outside that neither had seen in their adventures together.

Outside of the floor-to-ceiling windows was a city, alight with neon lights, but a whale passed by the window and Martha gasped.

“We’re at the bottom of the ocean…” She said, in shock and awe.

“Looks like it.” The Doctor stepped out, walking over to one of the small waterfalls, called by a leak in the ceiling. He stuck his hand into the icy water and pulled it back, licking at it. “Atlantic, somewhere off the coast of… Iceland, it seems! Ooh, fishy, bleh.” He frowned, shaking out his hand, then wiped it on his suit.

“But… how is this possible?” Martha asked, stepping out, closing the doors behind her.

“Oh, come on now, Martha Jones.” The Doctor grinned. “You’ve seen the impossible before! I mean, hospital on the moon, pig men in New York, space pirates! A city in the Atlantic Ocean isn’t that impossible!”

Martha gave him a look, crossing her arms. “Why does it look like the 1950s here then? Shouldn’t an underwater city be more… futuristic, or something similar to a space station on a planet? And… is that The Ink Spots I’m hearing?”

The Doctor listened, and, yes, Martha was right. That was The Ink Spots playing over a speaker somewhere in the room. “Good ear, it’s If I Didn’t Care, in case you’re wondering.”

He looked around, curious as to what this place was all about. He swore he had heard about humans setting up cities under the oceans before, which, yes, they did, but it had to have been later, right? This place really did look to be from the bygone era of the fifties, or even the forties. The Art Deco style really didn’t help. And tasting the air was impossible, the seasalt in the air was messing with his sinuses and time sense through them.

The Doctor pulled out the sonic and waved it about before checking. “It’s 1959.” He said, surprised.

“I could have told you that.” Martha commented from somewhere else in the room, looking at something.

“How so?”

She held up a newspaper, old and a bit wet. “Says right here, ‘New Years Eve, 1958’. Judging by the condition, I figured it had to have been a few weeks since then, or… months.”

“About seven months, from what I’m getting.” The Doctor nodded. “So, Martha Jones… care to explore an impossible city with me?” He flashed her a grin, holding out his arm for her to take.

Martha grinned in return, walking over, taking the arm and walking with him up to the windows. They stared out of them, seeing a most amazing sight before them. The city was huge, even from where they stood, with long, glass-enclosed halls and paths that connected buildings together. Fish of all shapes and sizes swam around the city, like this was perfectly normal for them.

“Have you ever heard of this city before?” Martha asked as she watched a squid pass by.

“I feel like I have, it’s on the tip of my tongue.” The Doctor frowned. “Might need to look around, ask some questions, yes? I mean, there has to be people here, right?”

“Looks like it.” She pointed towards one of the halls, where two figures were walking. They watched in growing horror as the two figures seemed to be in an argument, and one of them pulled out a gun, then fired. 

Even from here, they could see blood paint the glass.

“Should we…” Martha grimaced, looking back towards the TARDIS.

“Might be wise, yeah…” The Doctor turned and walked them back to the TARDIS, then tried to open the doors. “What? What? Why aren’t you-!” He shook the handles, then tried his key, but nothing happened.

He looked at the TARDIS, teeth clenched, then put his hands on the blue box, as if trying to figure out why the doors were locked. “She’s recharging.”

“What do you mean?” Martha asked.

“She’s trying to recharge… it isn’t common, but sometimes she needs to. But we do that at rifts, where a split in time and space exists, she can get energy from it. But we just got to Cardiff for that.” The Doctor frowned, tugging at his ear. He slipped on his glasses and walked around the TARDIS, then moved around the room, sniffing and sticking his tongue out. 

The Doctor then growled, running a hand through his hair. “It’s hard to get a good reading on it, but I think there’s a rift here!”

“Why?”

“Rifts can happen anywhere, usually caused by alien activity, but even a planet can just shift a tiny bit, creating one.” He said. 

“Or, maybe, human activity?” Martha suggested and the Doctor looked over at her, smiling.

“Brilliant as ever, Dr. Jones! I think you might be right, wouldn’t put it past the possibility of a rift opening due to the construction of this city. When they did the groundwork, they must have damaged the area enough to allow enough of a rift to form. I wonder what effects it has on this place.”

Martha glanced over at the TARDIS, then back at the Doctor. “What do we do though, she’s locked up.”

“She’s charging, but having trouble. Not sure why just yet, but maybe if we see where the source of the rift is, we can figure it out from there.”

“Does this mean…”

“Yeah.”

Martha sighed and approached him. “You better make sure we get out of this alive, I don’t know what those two blokes were yelling about, but they were both ready to fight at the drop of a hat.”

“Looked like it, yeah.” The Doctor nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Well, best to get a move on, see what we can find! I’m sure there’s something!”

He heard her sigh, but they headed for the door to the large room, and the Doctor was the first to step out. He found another large area, this looked to be more of a lounge, maybe the other was some sort of ballroom? This too looked to be a sort of time capsule, party decorations were left to rot, drinks forgotten on tables with long-expired food.

What the Doctor didn’t like was the dark red stains on the floor. 

He heard a noise and turned, seeing Martha lifting up a heavy wrench. “Protection, just in case.” She said to his unasked question, and the Doctor nodded.

“Good, best you carry that on you. Better than a gun at least.” He sighed at the last bit, looking around. “It’s weird, I know I’ve heard of this place, but I just… can’t quite place it.”

“We’ll figure it out, we normally do.” Martha replied, moving to look around. She stopped at a poster. “What’s a ‘plasmid’?”

The Doctor approached, looking at the poster. It showed a man with his finger and thumb tips on fire, lighting the cigarette of a young woman. “‘Fire at your fingertips’,” Martha read, “that looks painful.”

“Seems like it’s some sort of device you get?” The Doctor frowned, scratching at his head. “Or it could be something else.”

“You’ve never heard of a plasmid?”

“Nope!” 

Martha made a noise. “Helpful.”

“I don’t know everything, Martha.”

She smirked. “Oh, he finally admits to it!” She teased and the Doctor gasped, pretending to look hurt at this comment, then they both started to laugh. From there they moved away from the room when they couldn’t find anything helpful, unless if unused bullets counted.

They moved into a hallway and the Doctor shoved Martha around a corner. Just as she was about to protest, he put a finger to his lip, shushing her. Then she seemed to pick up on what he had noticed, the ground was shaking. She looked at him, confusion written all over her face, until she (and himself) nearly jumped ten feet in the air at the loud, low groan of something.

Peeking around the corner, the Doctor stared in shock as a large, lumbering beast of a thing slowly trudged down the hall. Whoever, or whatever, this thing was appeared to be wearing some sort of old diver suit, much larger and bulkier than normal. Attached to one hand was a very dangerous looking drill. The Doctor didn’t want to know what the flaky, red splatters were made of that covered the tool. Several circles of glass covered the round, brass helmet it wore, and they were glowing yellow in color. 

That horrible groaning sound happened again, and it seemed to be emitting from the thing. Was it the one who was making that strange, sad sound?

They watched as it walked out of sight, but didn’t move until they stopped feeling the shaking. “What… what the hell was that?” Martha asked from behind the Doctor.

“I don’t know, but I’m sure I won’t like it.” The Doctor replied, his expression hard. “Come on, we’ve got to keep going.” 

He had a million questions and he wanted them all answered before they got back to the TARDIS.

--

If people like this, I might make more one-shot continuations for it, since I’ve got an idea in mind on what happens.

Also, if I do continue, Burial at Sea never happened because it’s a load of shit and ruins all the lore of Bioshock 1 and 2, so... yeah. Nope. Never happened. It doesn’t exist.

[noro-noro-noro]

slept too long when trying to take a 30 min nap & missed a message from my boss. oops

dream summary: first i went to a boring school event. then i got stuck in the demon vampire mansion

some dude i know invited me to go to some post-graduation event at some giant area. i didn’t want to, but i went with my dad. some of my family was there too. my family had connection to the faculty of the event, so the guy told me i needed to give the speech as the niece of the organizer or something. i was like “fuck no i’m not doing that especially not in front of people i went to school with.” & he was being a dick about it & i was like man fuck off i don’t care about your etiquette & tis isn’t important to me. i found my dad & said “Hey dad that guy said This, anyway this is stupid let’s go” & he agreed & we started to leave. 

the area was high in the mountains & you had to take a bunch of weird semi-paved mountain roads home. one of them cut throug ha little festival that was pretty much straight empty! i stopped there to get some fresh limeade, & the same guy was there. we chatted a little. then i went to some demon gambling table, but i had a card named whirlwind that they despised because it would destroy their best cards. they planned something. i used whirlwind again & they cursed me & i saw IT or something & then i was teleported away. 

we are now at the demon/vampire house or something. there were a set of younger twins & then some older people siblings, & the parents. i was close with the two small twins. at some point i was them, the younger kid. i had esacped to go have some fun & i saw the IT. there was a butler or something as well (there was also another maid) who had served him for longer & he was mistreated by most of the family, but we got along! anyway i saw something i shouldn’t. i saw the ???? & then i saw the eyeball gate down the hallway from my room. the eyes were reectangular. they knew i saw them. the spiders came out & i ran for my butler guy. he scooped me off the ground & walked purposefully away but there were so many eyeballs spiders he was forced to use his JC ability which is taking your wings out & doing AOE white damage. he knew about IT & he had been told/was trying to deal with it on his own/kept it a secret? unsure. but he didn’t know about the gate & i was telling him all breathless in a panic. 

then it took me out of the twin’s body & i was myself, a recent hire. i was a favorite of the family, so the father said no harm could come to me. i was talking witih the butler & maid outside. somethign about a demon world election, & usually the father supported this one chill guy, but this year he was supporting doctor fred kim. the butler & maid knew fred kim, & looked visibly afraid. dr fred kim was very tall, had a broken nose, & had shaggy purple hair with pink tips. he was very strong. he hated my butler & maid, which were my only real friends. they couldn’t die, at least. i think that made it worse. 

dr kim first talked to the maid - i think she had like light red hair, like yanfei but less pink. she kept it in a bun on the back of her head. he smiled and told her to open her mouth & he put 5 tiny knives in there & forced her to chew on them. i heard the sound of them getting bigger as they ate her blood & went down through her jaw & out through her face. for the butler (he had long black hair), i don’t remember, but it was equally vicious. he looked at me & i said “[father]’s orders, i’m not allowed to be harmed.” & dr kim said “mm. well, if you insist. you should hang around better people” & the other two older siblings joined him & he walkedl away. i wanted to stay back & help my friends, but they also seemed to be telling me not to do it - i’d put a target on my back, & there were ways to hurt me without touching me. i followed behind the others & tried not to look back.

the gate was there. dr kim was here for the gate. i saw the end cutscene from blessed messiah & the tower of ai where it’s showing what actually happened to everyone from down the hall. i went into the younger twin’s room & checked on them. they were still asleep. when dr kim was gone, i went back to my room & saw both my friends covered in blood resting there & i started crying. & the maid tried to comfort ME, which was fucked bc SHE was forced to eat knives & i was just stressed out. the butler was still unconscious.

at this point i know a lot of stuff happened that i can’t remember. we ended up scattered across a bunch of different universes, since i left the house my no-harm contract was broken. i ended up at a summer camp i used to work at, & it was nice! but i needed to get back. i spent a long time there & told some of the children. they were very understanding, as children can be. shenanigan s occurred. there was something about teleport jumping, but you couldn’t do it out of your universe. you had to be found & reeled in by someone who had the ability. idk what happened, but i was eventually reeled in by the maid (who now looked completely different) & she got me to a world where she had a lot of non-human wooden construct allies she’d made. it was always dark. we in a roofleless library on the beach with shelves sticking into the water & shit like someone just took the inside of a library & threw it over here. there was a big table in the center coevered in papers she��d been writing on, & she told us what she knew.

there were 4 of us now. idk who the fourth person was but she was too far away to reel them in. the butler was still in the house. we could look in on him on occasion & send commands by writing on this piece of paper & erasing it. he could communicate through it but he rarely did & his handwriting was always scratched & desperate. he told us that dr kim had opened the gate & unleashed the 4 bosses we’d have to kill simultaneously. he would occasionally tell us to use paper commands like “CLEAR” & to keep doing it. after a while of his we got really scared for him & used the paper to jump us i n there, leaving the wooden doll army behind.

 the butler was not doing well. i had no fighting ability so i would kite & hide & try to get him out of there. the other girl had picked up some stuff from the abandoned library that she was using. the inside of the mansion was starting to look more & more like my mom’s house again, & i know that, so i was holding my breath as the darkness came down the hallway. i found the maid again, but not our guy. so together we went to look for him once the darkness passed. 

one of the bossess summoned was just some gray haired actor holding a sword

[beccadust]

India is looking and watching us and it is looking very bad and now we have that one guy. Well he’s kind of American but I think otherwise he’s Indian. Yeah it’s just a yes do you want me dead

I didn’t say oh yes that’s cute. That’s Indian humor. I’m pretty distant actually from that. Well, I have no choice. Like I know what. What are you talking about? No I didn’t know that’s not clean guys. That’s not kosher. I’m like I know. I know you guys said like you know in times of war and all of that but I can’t, we’re not compatible he’s like negative and stuff and he’s not into girls like me besides that even at my best he’s not into my type because I’m weird I’m just fucking weird anyway I can’t be with him but that’s so cute. It’s like somebody was like oh Rebecca got one leave they threw her away. I said Rebecca got lonely they threw her away.

You’re not talking about Jimmie thoitu you’re talking about Judy she shouldn’t have been thrown away that way I don’t think.

Well, she’s not my cup of tea and she’s not a very nice person. She doesn’t like me either but she’s permitted to not like me like sometimes she’s just hateful, but she is liked in India. I said she is light I said liked.

I’m not disagreeing that she shines some light upon a lot of things, and there is a bit of fear for both of us

But if there is some kind of light in India, it’s probably because of the complicated nature of how some people come together

And also, there is survival and there’s a lot of complicated stuff to that grid

You should never have a baby at home or rather you should never have a baby at the Doctors Office ever ever ever

You should have a baby at home and you should make sure that you have the umbilical cord connected to baby for a number of hours. I just can’t remember how many so that all of the nutrients get to baby

It’s also healthier psychically for mama

Momma

I’m not sure how long the white American chicken doctors will laugh

Probably until I kill some of their family members

Well, it won’t be me you know, but somebody in the Secret Service is a lot of things are going to well they will. They will change. It’s not about saying all kinds of threats things are gonna change around here yeah yeah they fucking are.

People argue and they’re like no we are not changing that because you told us to

I asked you to help with the goddamn project you know

Do I usually say you know this often?

No

I have always a couple of negative little baby birds on my shoulder, you know

That’s also something the Rigney family probably wanted to take anyway, there’s also a problem with like people trying to get inside of peoples pockets. No thank you

Yeah, cause it’s the world by crisis

A worldwide crisis

Another crisis, not being connected to the source of energy you need to just naturally allow it doesn’t mean that it belongs to your brother or your lover, or your daddy or whatever but if you have some of that energy, it doesn’t belong to those goddamn pussies trying to steal it from you

L O L little man bitches

Well, we’re just gonna mess with your technology. If we can’t be like that like honestly it’s not even you don’t understand you don’t even understand at all you don’t get anything.

My struggle, Jolene, you guys did not want to cross that motherfucking Line

line*

That was weird. Also some of the white supremacy pizza women don’t hate me because they were like oh my gosh she’s doing shadow shit or whatever.

Well, you can’t really mess with all of that you can only mess with some of it which pertains to you

That’s not my cup of tea honey. I have my own kind of demons in that region of time in that space and time.

Oh yeah it’s like a miracle is made up of that kind of crap. Does anybody else hear that frequency Rachel rising? How are you doing honey? I’m serious I think that somebody has definitely pushed a lot of buttons too far so I asked Mark about it he’s like oh, like either way, right Yeah he’s seen those people I’m sure, but I said well

Still, she’s sick

I need to listen to that song superstar. Yeah, I had a joke the other day, but there’s actually a song by the carpenters it’s like my moms era of music.

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 244

Into the Mystic/Under the Lake

“Into the Mystic”

Plot Description: Sam and Dean encounter a being that seems to drive its victims insane with its ghastly wails before devouring their brains

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I don’t know what this being’s motivation is, but if I’m susceptible, I’m a goner

Oh Dean…how wrong you are about Cas. He’s not fine, he almost never is

This poor angel, thinks he’s got some big score finding Cas……..honey, you’ve got a big storm comin. Mmm, he actually does know it’s Lucifer. Misha’s gotta be having so much fun playing Lucifer

Dean makes the world’s worst dad jokes but I laugh every time. The latest victim they’re investigating was stealing viagra from other residents of the seniors home where he lived, and Dean goes “I know, what a dick move” and just waits for Sam to laugh. Sweetie, I’d laugh at your jokes

I think this is literally the first time one of the boys asked the other if the other is ok and they said no. You know what that is? Growth. They’re not gonna actually talk about it but at least they’re honest about it being bad

The fact that the episode started in Ireland does make me believe that its some sort of banshee offshoot. (Sometimes I love being right)

TWIST!!! The staff member Sam talked to earlier is not who he thought she was and might actually be the granddaughter of one of the residents (could she be the baby from the first five minutes?? That would tie up that loose end because I truly can’t see why we’d have that opening without it) she’s a hunter??

Knew it!! I’m so good at being right about this…or this show is very predictable

Lucifer is surprisingly good at being Cas.

This old woman the boys think the banshee is coming after next is a fucking delight. She’s signing to the other hunter that she has dibs on Dean and the other hunter can have Sam…saying she’s not much of a mountain climber anymore. Hello, ma’am? Do you know I would die for you?

I love the boys getting older. I love that they are discussing which of the Golden Girls they had the hots for growing up (Dean had a thing for Blanche, and Sam liked Sophia, if anyone was wondering)

Luci’s so proud of himself for tricking Dean into thinking he’s actually Cas

Honestly and truthfully, I swear…when Dean makes a genuine human connection with someone where he’s getting more than he’s giving, it’s really beautiful. Like, yea, he’s here to literally protect Mildred’s life, but the life lessons she’s giving him are really, really beautiful. Anyone who convinces Dean he wants to live is just…I’m gonna cry.

Noooooo, it’s not after Mildred. The banshee is after Deeeeeeeeeeean.

That was a nice ending. The hunter got her revenge on the banshee, Mildred was instrumental in saving Dean

I totally forgot there was the conversation about Dean’s connection or attraction or whatever to Amara. My brain went directly to Cas when Mildred said she knew Dean was pining for someone else

I’m glad they got the conversation out how Sam should have looked for Dean when he was in purgatory. Dean’s put it behind him but Sam’s never forgiven himself til now

But for real…why DID it go after Dean? What kind of vulnerable is he?? Is it emotionally?

“Under the Lake”

Plot Description: the Doctor and Clara try to help when an underwater base comes under attack

I just feel like what’s on the floor of large bodies of water should stay there undisturbed. Call me crazy, but maybe we don’t take strange crafts we find at the bottom of the ocean into our also underwater base. This is feeling a little Oceangate-y

It’s actually feeling like Oceangate, Silence in the Library, and Satan Pit all wrapped in one

It’s the “scientists (plus maybe some rich asshole funding the exploration) find something somewhere they shouldn’t be and get picked off one by one” plot…istg if the rich asshole is the only one making it out alive with the Doctor and Clara, I’ll scream

It’s also a “the TARDIS decided they would come here” plot, which to be fair is a fair number of them

Well, I suppose it’s a good thing that the physical objects the ghosts carry can’t go through walls wit them

What an odd coincidence that both of today’s episodes featured a deaf character. I wonder if she can read lips…which I only really say because these ghosts are saying something no one is capable of deciphering, especially through sound. But if this character has experience reading lips, she’s going to be instrumental to saving everyone

Omg…one, of course the rich asshole character is in the oil business, and of course the deaf character is next in command after the guy who died and became a ghost……did…that

OR WHAT IF ITS LIKE THE GHOSTS FROM THE CHARLES DICKENS EPISODE

This one woman on the crew just really loves watching the Doctor monologue. Just, like, in a “this man is one of my heroes and I’ve heard so much about him and everything he does and I’m finally in his presence and I get to experience it for myself” way

Not flash cards reminding the Doctor how to show empathy and compassion 💀

You know it’s bad when the Winchester brothers are being more open about their emotions and problems to each other than the Doctor and his companion😐

OH HELL YEAH!!! Rich asshole got picked off next

This poor man was not cut out for ghost hunting

God. For a second I thought they were really going to kill off the interpreter

Ok FINE. This operation is not as ill thought out as Oceangate

I hate these stupid sunglasses

Remember…no, I was about to take back this operation being better than Oceangate, but who would have accounted for ghosts? I mean, honestly. Aliens, sure, but ghosts?? The whole base is flooding because the ghosts have rigged some kind of thing on a thing in the base

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE TARDIS WONT GO NEAR THE GHOSTS

TWO TWO PARTERS IN A ROW? I don’t mind the occasional two parter, but this is kind of ridiculous….and actually, if you skip over the Christmas special, it was three in a row. What are we doing?!

We end with the Doctor going into the past before the flood that created this lake and leaving Clara at the base with part of the crew, but oh no, what’s that? The Doctor is one of the ghosts now?

Just tell a more contained story! I don’t want to wait til Fridayyyyyy

[bellstrom]

     “Mama, life had just begun...                       but now I’ve gone and thrown it all away.”

     ════  SKELETON ⋆  NAVI  ⋆ (WANTED) CONNECTIONS  ⋆  PINTEREST  ════

THE PRESENT — tw child abuse, domestic violence, violence, bodily harm, parental death, murder » Arriving in Stillwater at the age of sixteen, Benny barely had much to his name, with only 80 bucks and a backpack his mom had thrown together in a rush. He had no plan, no purpose and spent his first week on the street after leaving his home and what was left of his family behind. It’s needless to say, but Benny’s first few months in Stillwater were rough. Despite hanging onto every cent he could possibly save, he couldn’t help his hunger and need for decent shelter. Without any real skill, coming around work was tough and nobody really wanted a kid that looked scary like him at the register of their ice cream shop. At the very lost dollar, Benny managed to obtain temporary gigs that kept him afloat. Here and there, he’d have the odd job of walking someones dog or washing their car, even the occasional errand boy if the money was good enough. It wasn’t like he carried a sign or anything, but word got around of ‘this kid who’d do anything’ in a wealthy neighborhood and his reputation carried. 

Benny, at eighteen, should’ve known better that ‘doing anything’ really shouldn’t have been the buzzword he agreed to be shared amongst this particular group. Without really knowing, he had followed orders to arrive at the scene of the crime at the same time as police, earning an arrest as an accessory to murder. The group thought they’d get away with it too, but Benny was lucky enough to unknowingly leave a trace of where he was when the murder was committed and was let go after a five months in jail. Despite his innocence, a new reputation was earned and no one wanted to be around him soon after his release. The isolation was unbearable and Benny started acting up. He’d get into fights constantly and would end up at the police station more times than he could remember. Eventually, the owner of Ruby’s Diner had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting him and took it upon themselves to save him from himself. Since then, Benny has been the diner’s baker for over ten years and owes his life to the only one who has shown him any kindness. He gets better everyday, but can’t help but look over his shoulder at his past, wondering if he really left it behind. 

🖋 CHARACTER INSPIRATION: Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead),  Sirius Black (Harry Potter), Westley (The Princess Bride), Steven Hyde (That 70s Show), Kat Stratford (10 Things I Hate About You) and more. 

THE PAST — Benny knew life was shit the second he stepped onto that playground, the eyes of his peers boring holes into his own. He'd scowl at them, even if he didn't know what it meant, wondering why the hell everyone was staring at him. He'd go weeks not knowing, but every now and again he'd hear their parents talk about his eyes, his father, or his 'whore of a mother' and pretty much chalked it up to that. Childhood was depressing, obviously, but what else was new? The Hellström home was cold and uninviting. It reeked of Dad's beer and cigarettes, cloaked with god-awful perfume oils that made him gag. Benny hated being home— he hated being anywhere that wasn't his room. Up there, he was in his own little world. Away from the stares, the yelling, and the world.

Benny was five when he had grown a fondness for animals, professing to his mother how much he wanted to be a puppy doctor when he got older. Ulla, his mother, wasn't happy. Not because of her son, but for what his father would have to say about it. Despite the 'trashy, no-good' image the Hellströms had in their small town of Yellow Springs, Ohio, they owned the only decent gas station until the next major city. It wasn't much, but it was something. Ulla knew of her husband's plans for Benny. Arne had been proclaiming that he'd leave his son their family-owned business ever since they left Sweden. He went on and on for months about the American dream and what they could accomplish. For Benny not to have even the slightest interest in Arne's Gas and Auto... Ulla knew they were both in for a rude awakening. And so, she made Benny promise to keep his dream a secret. It could never be anything but.

Keeping his dreams locked away was Benny's first lesson in the role he had to play in his family. He learned very quickly that he was meant to shut up and listen and never ask stupid questions. Because when he did, he was met with a slap to the face, a kick to the gut, or a belt to the back. But he'd take the hit because Benny knew if he didn't, it would be his mother or the person whom he felt most sorry for— his yet-to-be-born baby sister. It was strange that he had the opportunity to name her because all six-year-old Benny could think about was the drama surrounding her despite not being born. He didn't know the full story, but there was a time his parents were separated and when his mother came back, her belly was a lot bigger than when she left. It was the talk of the town, even if Benny didn't understand it.

If there was any gift Benny's sister brought to the world, it was the peace that was given the first few years of her life. At this point, he was well aware of the gossip but what was truly surprising, was the look in his father's eyes when he held her. He was soft and quiet, and for a little while, he didn't reek of vodka. Mother was happy and smiled a little bit more and Benny wondered if this was what family was supposed to feel like. For once in his life, home felt like home and he was finally excited for it.

It's hard to believe, but for the next five years, life in the Hellström home was pretty great. While his father still drank, it was only a few beers a night and he only smoked outside. He did get hit every now and again, but it wasn't too severe. A slap upside the head made Benny grateful because at least his mother could still look when it happened. Everything changed quickly, however, and Benny could still hear the sound of their doorbell ring like a dog waiting for a treat. He still remembers the look of innocence on his sister's face as she ate her spaghetti, tomato sauce splattered messily on her shirt and cheeks. To this day, Benny still gets nightmares of the day everything changed, and the stupid man that was on the other side of their door looking for his mother. It was all a blur after that, but his father never treated anyone in that house ever the same.

Benny wasn't really the type for regrets, as he pretty much accepted the shitty cards he was dealt. Still, he couldn't help the feeling of guilt whenever his sister paid witness to the abuse going on in their house. It pained him to have never warned her: to tell her the best place in the house to hide was the linen closet, that whenever father came home past nine, to make sure you were asleep before he was home. There were endless tips Benny had obtained over the years, but none were shared. He realized that despite promising he'd take all the beatings to protect his mother and baby sister, he hardly had a courageous bone in his body. It was maybe once or twice Benny had heard his sister cry at the repercussions of her 'mistakes'. He was sixteen at this point, and the more she cried, the harder it was to hear. Their mother didn't go unscathed either. He had only slapped her a few times since that man rang their doorbell five years ago, but the older his sister got and the more brown her eyes became, the abuse only became more severe.

Life seemed to pause when Benny realized his sister never came home after school. He was the only one home when he came to her empty room, her clothing, her toys, and the rest of her belongings gone. Distraught, Benny immediately told his mother when she came home an hour later, only to be met with a "Be quiet" and "You will know soon enough". The details weren't clear, but that night, their father had returned as though it was any other night. It was only until dinner did he realize his daughter wasn't home and it caused him to erupt almost immediately. Glass was thrown, plates were smashed, demanding to know the truth. Benny stood when his father struck his mother across the face, and after a few more hits, a chord was struck and everything went black. When Benny came to, he was over his father's lifeless body, blood splattered across his face and t-shirt. He was shaking and lowered his fist once his mother's cries calmed, ordering him to get up. Unable to comprehend what just happened, he allowed his mother to change him and wash the blood off his face. She handed him a backpack and cash and told him to go— and to keep going until he could see the sea.

It took him months to get to California and when he finally did, Benny cried for the first time in years. He kneeled into the sand, water pooling out of his big green eyes, and wondered what his sister was doing now. At sixteen, Benny wasn't sure what to do with his life at this point, unsure if he had a future at all. He wondered if he'd be homeless, living in a tent with a sign like the ones he passed on his journey here. Stuffing his hands into his backpack, he found a single letter his mother left him, lost on when she had the time to even write one out in the rush of getting him out of their home.

"You keep going. You start over and forget about us here. I will always love you."

And as always, he did what he was told. Benny started over and over the course of the next sixteen years, he managed a decent life for himself in Stillwater, California. He wasn't sure why his mother sent him out to see the sea but after a few years of true struggle, he came to understand why. There was something about that blue water that calmed him when his anxieties ran high or he was reminded of his past. And despite feeling as though he'd never stop looking over his shoulder, he knew he always had the sea.

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Limp Noodle ~ S.H.

A/n: I have never once been good at making choices so I’ll be doing both OOF! This request is dirt old but whatever. I’m actually writing requests now look at me go!

Request: “...prompt 20 or 21 Steve Harrington x clumsy male reader” by anon

#20 (here): “I can’t do this without you”

#21: “Guess who broke their nose! Me. It’s me. I broke my nose.”

Word Count: 2000+

MASTERLIST

“Are you SURE that this is a good idea?” The words came from Y/n as Steve parked the car, waving through the windshield window at Jonatan, Nancy, Robin and a new friend, Bianca. They’d all decided on a triple date and like idiots they’d let Steve, Bianca, and Nancy decide so they were now all headed on a hike. Robin was the least athletic of all of them and hated exercise of any kind. Jonathan was the one in the group who hated being outside in the sun and much preferred being inside cuddled on the could other swaddled in bed. Y/n... well Y/n was the single most clumsy person you’ve ever met.

Now, take whatever image that popped in your head when I said that and then make it ten times worse. Then take THAT mental image and multiply by it by ten AGAIN. Y/n was worse. He was absolutely sure he was going to thrip and fall over the side of some steep hill and fully die. He would be lucky to make it out of this trip without a stick going through his eye. Y/n and the outdoors didn’t mix. They never had. He could barely walk, let alone when it was uphill and outside and humid and hard to breathe and everyone was so beautiful and distracting.

Steve didn’t agree with that analysis.

“This is a great idea actually,” Steve decided with complete confidence. “Don’t worry about it okay? You’ll be fine.”

“Incorrect,” Y/n Aries immediately. “We started dating because I tripped seven times and you caught me every single one. I tripped seven times in three days Steve - and that was just the, what, one hour a day you’re with me? In THREE HOURS I TRIPPED SEVEN TIMES!” He was whisper yelling, getting rather heated. “I’m going to knock my head into a tree and bleed out.”

Steve laughed. He reached over, taking his boyfriend’s hands. “Do you trust me?”

Y/n’s shoulders sagged. “That is a cheap trick, Harrington.”

In response Steve only raised his eyebrows. When Y/n refused to answer, Steve sighed. “Y/n. Do you trust me?”

Closing his eyes a second, Y/n held in a sigh. When he opened them again, he managed a small smile. “Yeah. I trust you.” Steve went to get out of the car and Y/n caught his wrist. “Just promise you’re going to stay with me okay? I can’t do this without you. I’m serious.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Come on Drama King.” They both got out and made their way over to the other four.

“Hey guys!” Nancy greeted warmly. She had calmed a lot since Y/n had first met her. Darkened. But she was still pleasant enough, and Y/n tolerated her for Steve. He didn’t know why they were all friends after Nancy’s brutal ripping up Steve’s heart but... he expected it was that trauma bonding things that Steve and Robin refused to ever talk about with Y/n in the room.

“Hey bestie.” Robin winked at Y/n and he felt himself relax. Around her he always felt more comfortable. She got him on a much deeper level than Steve did. She had actually been the one to set them up after failure after failure of Steve’s attempts on girls who came to the ice cream shop they met at originally. It had gone up in flames recently, but they’d snagged a job at a movie store so they still worked together. Y/n was pretty sure neither of them would have it any other way, even if they sometimes pretended to hate each other.

“Hey loser,” Y/n joked back. Robin shoved him and he laughed, accidentally ramming into Jonathan as his feet almost came out underneath him. “Sorry,” Y/n mumbled.

Robin scoffed in amusement. “I always forget you have two backward feet.” This was something she said often, in reference to the popular statement of ‘two left feet’. One day Robin had proclaimed that Y/n was something worse than two left feet, and then being backward had kicked off as an inside joke.

“I’d you have that problem standing still, how do you think you’re going to do on a hike?” It seemed Bianca was trying to get in on the joking, but it hit a hard cord with Y/n.

He wasn’t in the mood to joke. “What can I say? Great day to die.” He put on the fakest smile ever. “Come on everyone!” Then he began to surge ahead, onto the trail, and the others scrambled to catch up.

It didn’t tale long for Nancy and Bianca to hit the head of the trail. Steve dutifully stayed by Y/n, but he watched the girls head with a sort of forlorness. Because Y/n was so slow and Jonathan and Robin lagged even behind him, the two girls in front were racing up and down the steep sides of the path they were on, jumping over logs and hopping up on stumps to make the path harder. They were laughing hard and having a great time. Y/n knew that Steve desperately wanted to join them.

What kind of a boyfriend would Y/n be to stop him? “Go on,” Y/n sighed, nudging Steve forward encouragingly.

Steve looked at Y/n with an expression that tried far too hard at innocence to succeed. It was so obvious he was full of crap that Y/n was rolling his eyes before the brunette even spoke. “What? What do you mean? I’m having a great time with my boyfriend which was the point of this whole thing. Have I bored you already?”

“No, but I’ve bored you. Go and do parkour with the bad ass chicks up there. Go on.” Steve hesitated, but when Y/n shot him a look, he finally did speed ahead to catch up and join in the unnecessary shenanigans that gave Y/n extreme anxiety just imagining himself doing. He sighed watching Nancy and Steve. He knew that things were WAY over between them, but Y/n found a little jealousy in the way they worked together so fluidly. They were perfect for each other - even as friends. She just kept up with him and challenged him in a way that Y/n never could, and Steve thrived.

Slowing down in his moment of annoyance, Robin and Jonathan caught up to him. “Welcome to the world of those who have to sit back and wonder why they’re not still dating,” Jonathan sighed. His voice was as laced with bitterness as Y/n’s thoughts were.

“They’re so complimentary,” Y/n complained.

“You could argue that you guys are the same,” Robin pointed out. “You both hate doing anything outside or away from home. You both love reading and photography. I mean Y/n’s incredible view of the world allows him to be a great writer, but it also connects you two. Writing and photography aren’t far from each other and you prod that every day. Nancy can’t slow down enough to appreciate things like Jonathan does, and we all know Steve is no reader.” She chuckled. “And we’ll never know how awkward and snappy got buff and pretty.”

Jonathan and Y/n smiled at that. “Imagine another world where Nancy and Steve stayed together. Then maybe you and me would have-“ suddenly he lost his words as he tripped, and Jonathan reached out to catch him. The two boys busted up laughing. “That’s the second I have to say both sorry and thank you for your reflexes Mr. Byers.”

“Ah anytime. That’s what friends do. Share interests and talk about alternative world where they’re dating and catch each other when they almost die.”

That made Y/n laugh harder.

Suddenly there was a very unpleasant thump and a scream. The three in the back snapped their attention to the three ahead and saw Nancy and Bianca freeze and look back at Steve, who had landed on the ground. His hands had risen to cover his face, and he slowly turned on his side, curling in on himself. It seemed like he’d misstepped at some point and tripped and fallen.

Perhaps Y/n shouldn’t have been the one they worried about on this trip...

-

When they finally got Steve to the hospital, it was a mess. There had been blood everywhere, and Y/n’s weirdly good driving had saved the day in a pinch once again. They’d gotten there quickly and in one piece without getting pulled over.

Only an hour later they were given news. Steve came out with the skin around his nose already bruised and puffy. “Guess Who broke their nose,” he mocked in a song songey voice.

“Me?” Y/n joked.

“Me!” Steve agreed, pointing at himself. “It’s me. I broke my nose.” He slung an arm over Y/n’s shoulders and the other four covered their mouths to hide laughs. People wouldn’t be forgiving in public if it got out that the two men were dating, so they were trying to be lowkey.

The Doctor came over behind Steve. “He’ll be fine. I’ve given him direction son how to ice it and even given him some pain killers to help with the next few hours. But it is just a broken nose, so nothing too severe.”

“Thanks,” Y/n told the Doctor. They left then, everyone heading home. Y/n designated himself in charge of caring for Steve, and called his parents to let them know that Steve ‘got tired’ after the hike and totally knocked out. They didn’t mind, liking that Steve was actually spending time with other kids again, so it went without too much problem.

As Y/n was tucking Steve into bed, Steve caught his hand to still him. “I love you.”

Y/n’s eyes widened. They hadn’t said that yet but... well, if hypotheticals with Jonathan had taught anything today, it was that Y/n was glad he was in this version of things, even if it was a little more complicated this way. So he meant it when he replied, “I love you too Stevie.”

Steve glared. “Not Jonathan?”

“Jon-“ Y/n’s deep confusion cleared as he realized what had been happening right when Steve had tripped. Jonathan and Y/n had been close. Laughing. Talking. Touching. “Oh my god Harrington did you break your nose because you were being a jealous idiot?”

“Maybe,” Steve grumbled, looking away.

Y/n laughed, gently tugging on his chin so their eyes met again. “Please sweetheart, you can’t get rid of me that easily. Me and my two backward feet are going to plague you for the rest of our lives.”

Steve’s eyes got very soft. “Do you really mean that?”

Getting sincere, Y/n leaned down and kissed Steve’s forehead. “Stephen Harrington, I’ve never meant anything more. I know we can’t get married or anything, or even date publicly, but... I don’t care. And maybe that’s some really forward thinking and we haven’t been dating that long, but I fell... a LOT of times in my life. It only made sense that the first time someone ever caught me, it was you. And it made me realize that I was gifted with my two backward feet so that one day I’d fall for you.”

Steve groaned. “That was painfully cheesy.”

“Okay, okay,” Y/n dismissed, rolling his eyes. The sweet moment was completely ruined.

“No seriously I would break my nose again before hearing that-“

Y/n reached over, turning the light off before climbing into bed with Steve. “Shut up Harrington, or I WILL break your nose again.”

Steve laughed before pulling Y/n close so they could fall asleep curled up with each other. “My cheesy, dumb, clumsy boy,” Steve mused quietly.

That made Y/n scoff. “If either of ya is the dumb in this relationship it’s YOU, Harrington.”

“Shut up,” Steve whispered. It was quiet a while before he finally followed up with, “I’d like that future with you too.”

To hide his smile, Y/n mumbled, “Good night Stevie.”

After a second, Steve replied, “Good night, Y/n.” And for now, that was the end of it.

[cherryyharryy]

please write something about Harry overhearing the reader’s friend tell her that Harry doesn’t spend time with her that she deserves someone better they hang up b4 the reader can say anything like angst to fluff

Thank you for requesting!

This is 80's harry lol

WC: 2.4K

Harry pauses the music on his Walkman, slipping the headphones off his ears to rest around his neck while he fiddles with the key to his apartment.

She had spent the night—his angel. It had been quite the set up, since she still lives at home with her parents while finishing college, a little white lie was passed around to cover her absence. Harry wasn’t a secret by any means, but her parents weren’t the most open minded, and a small fib was easier to handle than trying to rehash the same discussion of y/n being a grown woman. It was hard enough for her to get their approval for college...one mountain at a time.

Harry’s ears burn as he sets the groceries down in the kitchen, the thought of her still tangled up in his sheets beckoning him back to his room, is enough to drive him wild. He doesn’t catch himself zoning out until the phone rings. He untangles his music off his shoulders and yanks the phone off the wall, but y/n has beat him to it, her soft morning voice greeting Caroline before Harry can utter a word.

His brain is too slow in making the connection that he should hang up. That he shouldn’t eavesdrop on his girlfriend’s private conversation. That he owes her the respect that her parents never give her. But he hears his name, specifically, he hears Caroline ask y/n how last night was, so the phone stays glued to his ear.

“Amazing,” she purrs, and Harry’s stomach flips. “We did it like, three times.”

The girls giggle, and Harry shuffles on his feet with a veiny blush spreading all over his body. He can imagine y/n draped in his sheets, phone cord wrapped around her fingers, just a few steps away from him

“Better be nothing short of amazing,” Caroline says, “with what little time he gives you anyway. Ugh, if Tony ever left me hanging as often as Harry, I’d dump him so fast.” She smacks her gum into the phone and Harry flinches. “He tried to ditch me one time to go see Scarface with Rob, and I was like, hell no, you’re taking me skating like you promised. Honestly y/n, you can do better. You’re surrounded by college boys, go find a future doctor.”

The phone almost slips from Harry’s hand, but he catches it and hangs it back on the wall, just in time for his entire world to start crumbling to his feet.

Did he really not spend enough time with y/n?

How long has this been a topic shared between them?

And why hasn’t she said anything before?

Harry stands in the middle of his kitchen, immobilized. He can’t lose her, especially not to something he can fix. She’s been his girl since they were sixteen, there’s too much history between them, or so he thought.

He files through the memories he has of them together, trying to quantify them, trying to see where he started slipping.

Maybe it’s when he took over his dad’s business? But she knew how demanding it would be, and always supported him. Or maybe it’s because they don’t go out as much? Between him managing an appliance store, and her working towards a bachelors, they often opt for nights on the couch watching SNL reruns.

His mind is foggy, and he doesn’t catch his bedroom door creaking open.

“H?”

Harry startles back to present, gripping the counter as y/n emerges from his room wearing nothing but his t-shirt.

“You okay? Look like a deer caught in headlights.”

“Mm, no, fine.”

“I heard you come in a bit ago.” She flicks her eyes over his kitchen, looking for the breakfast he had promised to make almost an hour ago.

“Didn’t want to be too loud.”

“Oh, alright.” She smiles, attempting to diffuse whatever awkward tension has settled in his home. “Well, cook away! I can help too.”

He grabs her wrist before she reaches the fridge. “No, I’ll make it for you. Go back to bed.”

“You sure?”

He nods, forcing a smile.

She peers back over her shoulder twice on her walk back to his room, hoping to figure out what’s going on, but learns nothing.

As soon as his door shuts, Harry flies around his kitchen, grabbing what he needs to make the fastest breakfast in the world.

He’s going to spend every free second he has with her, and doesn’t want to waste any if he doesn’t have to.

***

Harry knows he’s borderline annoying. And he knows his actions are beginning to appear creepy, if not bizarre. He tags along with y/n everywhere she goes now, even at the doctor where he almost followed her back to her exam. She gently placed her hands on his chest and told him that she would rather the doctor do the job, promising she’d be out in no time.

She’s been tiptoeing around him too, not sure what to make of his new routine of gluing himself to her side, hoping it will wear off and things will go back to normal.

But she waits and she waits, and normal never resurfaces.

“H, baby, I can’t concentrate with you so close to me.”

Harry looks offended, slipping his reading glasses off his nose and closing the book he was halfway through, giving her his full attention when he asks what she means.

Y/n peers around the library, not wanting to have this discussion so publicly, but too keyed up to wait any longer. “I’ve just noticed that you’ve...been a little clingy lately? More like a lot.”

“I just wanted to spend more time with you.”

“You’re picking me up, and walking me to my classes—”

“Thought that was nice?”

“You don’t even go to this school. Listen, the sentiment is nice, but I’m starting to feel a little suffocated.”

Harry bites his cheek so hard he draws blood. “And what did Caroline have to say about that?”

“What?”

“I’m sure that nosy friend of yours had a lot to say about me when you brought this up.”

“Excuse me!”

“Quiet, please,” one of the staff members shushes y/n, “Or I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

Y/n ignores the snickers from a table of girls nearby, recoiling her embarrassment and turning it to anger. Her voice, although lowered, now drags out of her mouth in sharp tones. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I heard everything, that morning Caroline called my phone to talk to you about how crummy of a boyfriend I am.”

That morning, now a month ago, is hardly a memory in y/n’s head. She fights around for details of the conversation, but comes up empty handed. “I still don’t know what you’re talking about, and frankly, I don’t care.” She starts closing all her books and gathering her school work to shove into her bag.

“Where are you going?”

“Home.”

Harry blinks, fumbling for his next question as y/n hurries across the library. He’s quick to catch up with her, waiting until they’re outside where they don’t have to whisper. “Don’t walk, I have my car.”

He reaches for her shoulder but she shrugs it off. “I’m going home. My home, not yours.”

Harry freezes on the sidewalk. She continues on her way until she disappears around the building. A few students yell out at Harry, making fun of the guy who, from a distance, just got rejected. He flips them off and heads to his car, beating the steering wheel all the way back to his apartment.

***

“You’ve been studying an awful lot lately,” y/n’s dad comments from across the dinner table. “Do you have a big test coming up?”

“Hm?”

“You spend the night with Rayna almost every weekend.”

“Oh, uh, yeah. We have a lot of tests.” Y/n spoons a bite of mashed potatoes into her mouth, thankful neither of her parents went to college. It’s allowed for more stretched lies when she sleeps over at Harry’s. “Like a lot. Every week.”

Her mother hums from her seat, nodding to save her spot in the conversation while she finishes chewing. “We told you how hard it would be. But you wouldn’t listen.”

“That’s not—” “Shelly’s daughter just got a job as a receptionist, over at that dental office by the mattress store.” Her dad points at y/n with his fork. “You could ask her if she knows of any other places looking for a girl.”

“I’m not going to have a job where the requirement is girl.”

“You’re taking this too liberally, dear. Oh Lord, John, that school did just what you said.”

“No—”

“That’s what happens, girls go off to try and get a degree...and what for? What are you going to do when you get married and have kids?”

“Kids!?”

Her mom scoffs. “Well you’re not going to be able to raise children and work.”

“Are you two serious right now? It’s 1985, not fifty-five! Women go to college, they work, some of them don’t even get married! Or have kids!”

“When you were little you couldn’t wait to be a mom. Now all of a sudden you’ve changed your mind. That never would have happened if we hadn’t let you go off to that damn school.”

“Yes I’ve changed my mind! If it hadn’t been for that school, I never would have realized that it’s my own mind to change. It’s my own life to do whatever I want with, not yours.”

“Well I am—” Her dad is interrupted by the door bell echoing outside the kitchen. “One minute. We’re not done with this yet.”

Muffled voices stagger from the front door while y/n pushes the food around her plate. She hopes that whoever is at the door keeps her dad busy for a while. She knows her mom won’t have these types of conversations without him, which just showcases the lifestyle she is adamantly trying to avoid. One that was passed down to her parents, but y/n is determined to squeeze herself out of that narrative no matter what.

“Y/n!” her dad calls, “you have a visitor.”

Y/n peers up at her mom, both women exchanging confused glances before they go see who had arrived.

“Oh,” y/n says dully, “It’s you.”

Harry stands with his hands shoved into jacket pockets, peering at each family member before speaking. “Hey, uh, I was hoping we could talk. Privately.”

Y/n nods, and leads the way back through the kitchen to the back porch. She’s not really in the mood to be talking to him, or having this conversation, but right now he’s a free ticket away from her parents, so she accepts.

They sit halfway down the steps, just like they’ve done a thousand times before. Her on the right, him on the left. Usually his arm is thrown over her shoulder, and their knees bump together until Harry pulls her in so close that not even a breeze could fit between them, but now they’re both collected on their respective sides of the wooden step.

“Heard the new Prince song?”

Y/n rolls her eyes. “It’s been a week.”

“Exactly, a lot’s happened in a week. Prince came out with a new song, Michael Jordan’s rookie of the year, and there’s gonna be a Rocky four.”

“Did you come over to talk about everyone else’s good news?”

Harry sighs. “We’ve never gone a week without talking. Ever.”

“Well you really hurt my feelings.” She turns to look at him, tears welling up in her eyes. “I mean, you don’t even trust me, so you listen in on my phone calls—”

“That’s not—no. I picked up when you did.”

“But you still listened.”

“Okay yeah, but only because I heard my name.” He shrugs, a timid smile playing on his lips. “Wanted to hear what you thought about me.”

“I tell you what I think all the time. I’ve never kept my feelings secret from you.”

“It’s different.” He pulls his hands from his pockets and runs them through his hair, tugging on fistfuls of curls out of frustration. “But then when Caroline said all that, ‘bout me not spending enough time with you, it killed me.”

“That’s what this is about,” she sighs, more to herself than to Harry as the memory of that morning resurfaces in her mind. “You dork, what about what I said back?”

“I hung up. Didn’t wanna hear anything else after that.”

“I told her how wrong she was. How we spend lots of time together.”

“You did?”

“Mhm. She’s always bragging about her and Tony, like they’re the first two people to date ever. I totally rubbed our relationship in her face.”

Harry’s surprised by the gleam on his girlfriend’s face, and tries not to laugh. “What else did you tell her?”

“I dunno.” She shrugs, suddenly shy. “Can’t remember.”

“How convenient.” He nudges her knee with his, and she bumps him back.

Y/n exhales, dipping her head back to squint at the stars peeking out from a cloudy night. “My parents are driving me crazy.”

“They always drive you crazy.”

“Yeah but, more than usual. I got spoiled staying with you on the weekends.”

Harry hums, reaching his arm over to pull her into his side. “Maybe it shouldn’t just be weekends…”

“They would know something’s up if I stayed over on weeknights.”

“No, baby, I mean permanently.”

“Like moving in together?”

“Why not?”

She chews on her lip, trying to keep her smile hidden. “I don’t know...that’s a big deal. It’s a big step.”

“We can think about it. No rush.”

“It would be nice. To see each other whenever we wanted.”

Harry tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “Wouldn’t have to ask your parents permission for anything.”

“Yeah…”

“Just me.”

“Hey!”

“I’m kidding, angel.” He kisses her forehead and takes her hand, helping her up.

Y/n’s parents are in the living room when the two are back in the house, and just the thought of continuing her evening here lights a fire under y/n.

“I’m going over to Harry’s,” she announces.

Harry drops her hand, just as surprised as her parents.

“Excuse me?” Her father turns the t.v. off and straightens in his chair. “I don’t think so.”

“Well I think so,” y/n defends. “Come on, Harry.” She takes his hand and tugs him towards the door.

“Harry!” Her mother protests.

He looks over his shoulder just as he’s being led out the door. “Oh, you can call me Rayna.”

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Ash can I maybe have some soft vampire chris, or soft early chris? Pleeease? :3 -theo-

Not sure if this counts as soft, @boxboysandotherwhump, but...

CW: Vampire whumpee turned caretaker, blood drinking, bad guy death, caretaker turned whumpee,

The duct tape across his mouth feels like a fucking insult more than a gag, and Jake glares at the asshole pressing it in over his lips. The guy meets his gaze with a cockeyed grin.

"Oh, don't look so put out, you're the one who had to come downstairs and interrupt us. Just stay right there, still and quiet, and we'll be in and out before you know it, bud."

He gets a pat on the head, and Jake jerks away from it, his mouth trying to curse without being able to open. The tape pulls painfully and he holds back his wince.

He kicks out, but the guy dodges it easily. His hands are taped behind his back, wrapped again and again with the damn duct tape until it feels like they're cutting off his fucking circulation.

He'd come downstairs for a glass of water, that was all. Just a drink to help himself get ready for bed after finishing up an essay at 1:30 in the morning, and he'd found out people had broken in only when he more or less walked in on them taking the TV right out the front door.

A gun to his back had gotten him on the couch, and now he felt a little bit like the whole roasting chickens you buy at the store all tied up with twine.

"In and out," A second guy agrees, taking Jake's game consoles from the entertainment center right in front of him. "No need to be all fussy about it, man. Not like you aren't insured, right?"

"Cutie like you shouldn't worry about anything." The first guy ruffles his hair.

Jake kicks out again, and this time it lands.

He feels the pain of kicking with bare feet and doesn't care, what matters is the expression of almost comical surprise on the robber's face as he connects with his knee and sends the guy crashing to the ground.

"God damn it!" The guy rubs at his knees, glaring up at Jake before he pushes himself up, pulling the gun out of the back of his pants where he'd kept, swinging his arm to hit Jake across the face with the butt of the pistol.

The pain cracks bright and white in his mind, behind his eyes, and he groans, muffled by the tape.

"Have some fucking manners!" The man snaps, and hits him again, the other side of his face. Pain, again. Stronger than the ache in his cheekbone, though, is Jake's anger.

How dare these assholes? How dare they? Nat is just trying to help people, and here they're walking around robbing her, and she's a better person than she should be, than anyone should be, and how. fucking. dare. they?

He kicks again, connects but the guy stays up this time. He just starts hitting Jake, over and over, with the butt of the pistol.

Again and again.

On the final blow across his forehead, something feels like it snaps, and Jake's thoughts scatter apart, replaced by a dizzy sickness as the world spins crazily. He slumps to the side, dropping onto the soft couch cushion. He's bleeding from his head, now, he thinks.

Head wounds always bleed so fucking much.

At least he can tell the ER doctors the truth about how he got this one.

There's a soft hissing sound that starts up, and Jake can't place it. He blinks once, twice, but he's having trouble focusing. He has a moment of wild incomprehensible worry about if the kettle is about to whistle, if the water is boiling for tea. The two men, though, glance to the side, towards the entryway to the house, where the stairs are, in confusion.

The house is dark. It's 2 in the morning by now, and everything is mostly silent in the world, just the soft buzz of the streetlights by the sidewalk, the occasional rumble of a passing car, and... a strange, nearby hissing.

"What the fuck? Do these idiots have a cat?" Guy 1 grabs a flashlight hanging off some kind of weirdass toolbelt he wears and shines it towards the stairs.

There's a sudden scuffle near the stairs, and the hissing ramps up in volume, becomes a wild, shrieking, inhuman scream.

Jake can't see that far, but he dimly hears Guy 2 exclaim, "Jesus Christ, what is that?!"

"Oh, my God!"

Movement.

The scream seems to echo, to hang in the air, the sound of an animal who feels only fury.

The flashlight drops, shining pointlessly into the corner of the living room, on nothing at all.

Jake stares into the darkness, struggling to see, as one of the men, the one who pistol-whipped him, falls backwards as if pushed, knocked onto his back onto the floor, and... something lands on top of him.

It occurs to Jake that it's Chris just as the little vampire drops his head to the man's neck and then quickly tears to the side, slitting his throat as easily as Jake might cut through butter with a warm knife.

There's a spray of blood, and Jake flinches as some of it lands on his own face, on the couch, spreads across the floor.

Chris raises his head, his eyes reflecting in the dim light, glowing like a cat's with pupils slit with focus, his bloodied mouth open in a snarl.

His fangs seem longer than they were last night.

The man beneath him struggles, weakly, already dying. It takes moments before he goes still.

Chris raises his eyes, and the soft hissing starts up again as he turns to see the other man just as he moves to run.

Jake watches the guy make it to the door before Chris lands on his back, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him back inside, slamming the door. He jerks the man's head back, forcing his spine to arch, baring his neck for the fangs that bury there.

The man stumbles backwards with Chris hanging off his back. He makes it one step, two steps, three, and then drops onto his ass on the floor, clawing at Chris, at his hair, his face his shoulders.

His mouth is open in a scream, but the sound seems so far away, like it can't fight the volume of Chris's shrieking battle-cry from before, the wild call of a hunt.

The vampire locks on, and as the venom takes hold the man's fight suddenly ceases. He slumps, seated on the ground, chin dropping to his chest.

For a second, the only sound is the sickening liquid noise of Chris swallowing, again and again. Then he purrs, the rumble loud enough to echo through the room as he drinks, soft satisfied little hums making their way out of his throat. His hands knead of the man's shoulders where he holds him, like a cat kneading its paws into a blanket. It lasts a few seconds. Less than a minute.

It feels like forever.

When he finishes, he pulls away, stands up, and lets the man's body drop onto its back on the ground, the slack, wide-eyed expression lit by the beam of the flashlight still lying on the floor.

Chris turns to look at Jake, and his mouth and his shirt are drenched in blood. It's everywhere, and he looks every inch the monster vampires are said to be. Bloodthirsty and thoughtless, except that he doesn't look like he's still hungry or hunting.

He looks worried, and a little bit scared.

And so, so very young.

So... human.

"Jake?" His voice is slightly thick, and Jake tries not to think about why it sounds that way. "Are, are, are you okay?"

Now how in Christ's name does he answer that question?

He just shakes his head - pauses - and then nods.

It takes a couple of minutes for Chris to get a washcloth, wetting down the edges of the tape, pulling it free of Jake's mouth and then wetting again, bit by bit. It hurts less than it would otherwise. All Jake can smell is blood, and he gags, but at least he doesn't throw up. He's got that going for him, right?

His head throbs, until Chris leans over and licks the wound torn open across his forehead. The wet cool tongue is slightly rough, and Jake shudders in disgust and then...

Then, the pain in his head is simply gone.

"Wh-what-"

"Ssshhhh," Chris says, softly, pressing at his cheek, watching him wince. "I, I, I can't heal the, um, the, the bruises. Those are underneath. Does-... does, does anything, is anywhere else hurt?"

Jake blinks, and slowly shakes his head. "Chris, have you-... have you killed people before?"

Chris meets his eyes, and gives a very small smile.

"Yes."

"When?"

"Before, um. Before... you."

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