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rinbowaman · 5 months

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Okay I saw this vid about a girl giving the strap of her bra to her bf so he can wear it as a bracelet, and now I’m curious if heethan would be into that aswell🤭

“I Wanna Know What Love Is (I Want You to Show Me.)”

Warnings: hint of smut, hints/mentions of Somnophilia (consensual or dubcon), hints of breeding kinks (symbolized by flowers)....think that's it.

You chuckle as you read off the last message. Heeseung can be so bold with his words of affection, sometimes, it truly does make you wonder how he came to be obsessive. Were you really all that to him? its silly to ask, considering it had been over a year since you both met, fell in love, and united in this rather unique relationship.

You watch as he pulls up against the curb, and as always, he steps out and greets you with a hug, smile, and a kiss atop your head. He sits you in the passenger seat before getting back in, then drives off. you waited until you both arrived at his dorm room before bestowing your gift. "here..." you softly whispered as you dangle the item from your finger.

He studied the gift for a moment before reaching for it. What an interesting gift it was...he'll never guess what it was–

"it's your bra strap..." his deep voice punctures your thought as he correctly guessed the material that you had turned into a bracelet.

"H-how did you know?"

he loops the item with his index while lifting his face slightly enough to show an eye under the bill of his cap; a smirk accompanies the gleam from the heavy casted shadow. "It's my favorite one." he winked as he spoke out, chuckling while he placed the leather strap around his wrist.

You were shocked to find how attentive he really was to your lingerie set, to the point where he could automatically tell where the material came from. Your leather and mesh bra had torn, and you wondered what to do with the pretty leather straps since they were too nice to merely toss out. You got the idea of turning them into matching bracelets, with small trinkets to represent the meaning of your union. Heeseung had the sun trinket, and you had the flower, that of which only thrives because of the sun. It was all so fitting, and they went well with the fine leather material that you couldn’t contain yourself, you just had to make them. But you were a bit embarrassed that he was able to deduce where you got the materials.

“Well…do you like it?” you asked, watching as he lifts his hand, admiring how the sun trinket dangles under his wrist. “Love it.” he simply remarks.

“My bra tore up and I wanted to make use of the straps.” you explained as you slipped your own bracelet on, showing him the matching flower trinket.

“Huh…well I would have expected that.” he states, again so calmly and placid. You raised your brows in response as he shifted his sharp gaze over to you.

“What do you mean?” he smirks once more upon hearing you inquire about his statement, to which he gleefully bites down on his bottom lip and explains.

“Ah…that’s right, you were too sleepy to recall how it all started that night.”

“....What night?”

“The night I woke up and found you all too irresistible to leave alone…so I undid your bra with my teeth and tore it apart.”

“When was this?? I don’t remember you–”

“You woke up as I was in mid-thrust and reached up for my neck and whispered ‘deeper’....remember?

You found yourself melting as you now recalled the night Heeseung spoke of. You woke up feeling an immense fullness in your gut, a throbbing rod pulsating and beating against your walls as you opened your eyes to pitch darkness, and hearing only his grunts and heavy breathing while he had himself fully inserted. The grooves and veins of his cock ribbed for your pleasure as he thrusted in and out; it was the most delightful way to wake up, despite it being 2 am in the morning on a school night. You wanted more, so you had reached up and delicately wrapped your arms around his thick neck, running your fingers through his shaggy hair as you begged for him to do more…it was during your ovulation period, so how could anyone blame you?

“...Heeseung!”

“Don’t even, y/n. You were begging for it.”

“But I really liked that bra! Besides, you took total advantage. I was ovulating.”

He lunges over and smacks his palm against the wall, caving you in as his chest faintly presses against your breasts. With a malicious grin, yet his face remaining ever so handsome, he tells you mercilessly, “still doesn’t change the fact that you said…’deeper’.”

His free hand rises, the tips of his fingers trail upwards and slowly lifts the hem of your shirt, revealing your mid torso. He continues to move up, until he reaches the lining of your bra, delicately cradling your left breast. He leans in and whispers into your ear…

“How about it, babe?...Want me to go in….deeper?”

You slightly nod, finding his mannerism and that deep, dark voice of his too irresistible. He was your man after all, how could you say no?

“Yeah? How about harder?”

“Mm….yes….”

“What about ‘faster’?”

“Y-yes….”

“Does my pretty little flower feel like blooming?”

“Mm…mmhmm…” you nod once more with shaky breaths.

“Well…” he drifts as he unclasps your bra from behind. Once you feel the release of pressure snap, with the band loosening instantaneously, he reaches down and snakes his cunning fingers up your skirt, rubbing your clit ever so gently. “The sun is ready to shine. So come show me the little flower bud and I’ll make it bloom…maybe even make other little flowers out of it. Would you like that, pretty? Hmm?....You want me to plant baby roses and make things bloom forever?"

Before you could answer, he snaps a whisper against the helix of your ear. "Say yes."

"...Y...yes.....yes....."

He may not have a green thumb, but that didn't stop Heeseung...and his Ethan side from planting thousands, perhaps millions, of baby roses....and as he did so, you felt them all blooming inside as he went in deeper....harder...and faster.

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Daryl Dixon x she/her!reader

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Fateful Night

The smile on your face would be considered contagious, were anyone else roaming the streets of Alexandria at this time of night. There’s a spring in your step as your hands tap idly against the strap of your satchel across your front, excitement bursting at the seams just a little more with every step you take towards your destination. The path you walk and your intended plans for the rest of the night are both routine practices for you by now, you’re almost certain you could walk this route with your eyes closed.

Though he isn’t close enough to you yet for you to hear him speak, the words you know he’d say if he were close enough to hear your thoughts float through your mind like a soft gust of wind.

“Try walkin’ anywhere with yer eyes closed ‘n’ ya’ll slam into yer own front door, ‘n’ then I’ll be the one carryin’ yer ass to the infirmary.”

Suddenly, you are walking even faster.

By the time your hand reaches to push the hatch above you at the very top of the watchtower, you’re convinced the smile on your face is a permanent fixture.The hand that reaches for yours to help you climb the last rungs of the ladder enters your vision first, then the stubbled cheeks either side of a shy smile that its holder is trying his very best to hide under the shadow of his shaggy hair, before his other hand reaches to steady you at your waist as you stand in front of him.

Beaming up at your heart’s destination, stationed very coincidentally in your duty’s destination, you breathe a deep sigh of relief at the sight of him. “Evenin’ handsome!”

Scoffing bashfully, Daryl drops your hand and waist, strolling over to the edge of the tower and slumping down to dangle his legs in the night sky. “Yer late.”

You roll your eyes at the perfect waves at the back of his head. “Yeah, yeah, I know, but for good reason!”

Practically skipping over to him, you drop to the floor and kick your legs over the edge beside his, bringing your satchel to your lap. Feeling his infamous side-eye on you, you open the bag slowly for dramatic effect, taking your time in revealing the tupperware filled with chocolate chip cookies. Continuing your theatrics, you make a grand gesture of dropping the box onto Daryl’s lap.

“Special delivery from Carol!”

Daryl huffs, feigning disapproval at your peace offering and already coming up with his next sassy remarks as he pops the lid of the tupperware and stuffs the first cookie in his mouth.

“Jus’ ‘cause I’m eatin’ this don’t mean I forgibe you.” He comments, crumbs flying from his lips with his slurred words.

At first, when you reach for a cookie, Daryl pretends to snatch the box from you, but the pretend-shock on your face brings that same soft smile back to his face as he offers you the tupperware.

Taking a cookie, your gaze stays locked with his, and you nudge his shoulder with yours. “Oh, little bird, I know you do.”

“...Shut up.” He grumbles shyly, voice gruff as ever but laced with a tenderness only you can detect.

Settling into the silence, the two of you stare out into the night, at the tree tops that neither of you can ever truly reach, but daydream about flying over together. Though it is yet to be determined whether Daryl Dixon truly is telepathic,, you are convinced that the moment you are close enough for him to see you, he can read your thoughts clearer than you can read the words behind his eyes that he never quite knows how to say.

Absentmindedly, your head falls against his shoulder. An echo of the grin that was previously on your face lingers between warm cheeks, unable to withhold the simultaneous giddiness and inner peace that your best friend’s presence provides. So often you find yourself itching to probe his mind, ask him what he thinks about anything and everything, the most random things in the world that don’t matter at all, but his opinion on them and the further insight into him that provides is worth its weight in gold to you.

Consequently, it’s never long before you break any silence you share.

“Do you ever think about the day we met?” You ask him, smile already widening at the thought. Despite how terrifying certain aspects of the ordeal were, his involvement covers even the worst in sugar.

“Sometimes.” Daryl answers. “D’you?”

You nod, brushing his shoulder. “Yeah, sometimes.” Hearing his gentle, unspoken question to elaborate, you continue. “I think about how crazy it is that you saved my life that day, a total stranger, and how that has led to moments like this. I can never wrap my head around that.”

Daryl laughs softly. “Is pretty crazy.”

You chuckle with him. “Yeah.” Another second of comfortable silence passes before you speak up again. “What do you think, when you think about the day we met?”

Daryl considers this question and his answer carefully. He debates whether to give a heartfelt, sincere response, or whether to poke the bear. Considering the smirk on his face that is just out of your line of sight, he already knows the answer.

“That yer the same short ass now as ya were then.”

Lifting your head from his shoulder, you meet his gaze with an expression that he treasures. Jaw dropped, pure mischief and shock etched in your every feature. You let it linger, lull him into a false sense of security, and then you strike. Tickling him mercilessly until he’s giggling like a schoolgirl, you end up leaning over him as he falls to his back on the watchtower floor, your legs and his still dangling in the open air, the tupperware of cookies safely pushed out of the warzone.

“Alright, alright- damn, woman! I surrender!” He pleads for his life in between gasps and the loudest laughs anyone could hope to bring from a man like Daryl Dixon.

Settling back into a calm, seated position, like you had not just offloaded a truly brutal attack on your favorite person, you clasp your hands out in front of you to click your fingers in a boastful gesture of your victory over a man that could kick your ass if he was blindfolded, handcuffed, shirtless, and- wait, where was this train of thought going?

“What’re you thinkin’ about, crazy girl?” Daryl asks as he catches his breath and sits up beside you.

And you have never been more grateful that he is not actually telepathic. “Tell me the truth: what do you really think, when you think about the day we met?”

He clears his throat, sitting up a little straighter and considering his answer carefully again. This time, he decides to be a little more honest with you, and himself.

“Guess I think most about bein’ glad I was there when I was.”

You nod slowly, understanding his sentiment and agreeing with him wholeheartedly. Had he not been there, you have no idea what would have happened to you that night.

Staring out at the trees ahead and below you, your mind so easily slots into the panicked memory of that very night, when you’d been on the ground in the dark just like this, running through forests that looked as dense and impossible to navigate as the ones the walls - and your favorite person - keep you safe from, now.

You were alone, had been for longer than you could remember. Too much time had passed since the world ended, you felt you were living borrowed time and something like guilt tugged at you for not being able to keep track of it. Birthdays were a thing forgotten, but so were the simpler guides that weekdays and weekends provided, the routine of mornings and evenings; you slept when you could and never had time to check whether the sun was rising or setting. Your complete lack of survival skills left you surprised to have lived as long as you had, but you knew how to run; something that the dead could not match you on, no matter their numbers. In the world before, being on the shorter side gifted you with playful - and overplayed - taunts, but in the decaying world you ran through, your very existence was discrete. Being alone was better, having nothing to lose was easy, and surviving was all you had.

You didn’t have time to eat full meals, to maintain a sleep schedule, or to think about what you were living such a life for; the person you were and the purposes your life had were ghosts that followed you wherever you went, much like the dead.

Despite the fact that interacting with the living would have, possibly, improved your quality of life, you avoided people more than you did the reanimated ones. If ever you heard someone speaking a single word, you would turn and run in the opposite direction as fast as you could, even if it meant going back the way you came. People without rules to keep them from doing what they wanted in an empty world were far scarier than sluggish corpses.

That night, you had stopped running to catch your breath, tiptoeing as best you could and using your hands to feel the trees as your guide. Drawing attention to yourself with any form of light was not an option. Unfortunately at the time, but fortunately in the long run, you crossed paths with a tracker skilled enough to feel the indents of your boots in the soil and know a living person was not far ahead. Aware of the group he was with and the rules they had enforced amongst themselves, the tracker distanced himself from the group to catch up with whoever was creating an individual trail through the woods at night.

Eventually, he caught up with you, managing to sneak around you to shine a torch in your face and stun you momentarily. If you had been able to focus, you would have seen the strangest expression flash across his features, before he looked behind you to the rest of the group that was fast approaching. Not wanting to partake in their way of doing things, but fearing your fate if he didn’t, he yelled out a single word.

“CLAIMED!”

While the others approached, he took a slow step towards you and lowered his torch slightly, holding your gaze. Something in his eyes calmed you, keeping you in place.

“‘m sorry, I had to, you don’ wanna know what they’d do if I didn’t. Jus’ stick with me, I’ll get you some place safe.” He whispered to you, and you nodded frantically, moving to his side before the rest of the group reached you.

To your horror, every other member of the group was a seedy looking man that shone their torches on you and stared at you with animalistic hunger in their eyes on discovering you were, in fact, a woman. You shrunk behind the one man that wasn’t treating you like a creature in a zoo with no means of hiding away from their greedy eyes, pressing their ugly faces against the glass that you wished truly stood between you and them, even if the barrier added very little protection for you, in reality.

“Damn, you got yourself a fine piece of ass there, new guy.” One of the men snickered, licking his lips as he tried to peak around the wall of a man that stood between you.

“Well, as she’s been claimed, we’d best find a place to set up camp for the night, give Daryl the time alone with his prize!” A grey haired man, who presented himself as the leader of the group, motioned around and the men split off in different directions, all laughing amongst themselves as they searched for a structure of some kind to spend the night in.

All, except for the man you had come to know as Daryl, who stood firmly in front of you. He stayed there, silent and motionless, eyes fixed on the leader of the group, who just grinned back at him.

Eventually, one of the group called out to the rest to alert them of an empty barn he’d found in a clearing that connected to some abandoned farm on the outskirts of the forest. You and Daryl trailed behind the rest as they headed inside, but the leader refused to enter unless you two went ahead. His breath on your neck still haunts your nightmares.

The men settled amongst themselves and didn’t bother you as much as you expected, as long as you tuned out their lines of sight, which burnt holes through every part of your body. You knew nothing of the group or the individuals, but you could read the dynamic clear as day: none of the men wanted to test Daryl, and you were certain you would be in a far worse position had one of them “claimed” you before he could. On that basis, and considering your instincts, you trusted him from the get go.

You didn’t know how long you would be stuck with that group, or with Daryl, so you absorbed every piece of information you could. Daryl was the silent type, that much was clear; you didn’t want to bother him with questions, so instead you just watched him. Watched as he “claimed” some bails of hay and placed them down in a corner and gestured for you to sit on them, before telling you that you could sleep, and you realized quite suddenly that despite his obvious disliking towards having to “claim” things and people to get by, he did so to provide you with a bed. A courtesy he did not stretch to himself as he stood in front of you, with his back to you.

Not wanting to come across as ungrateful and not knowing what else to do, you settled onto the bail of hay and made yourself as comfortable as you could, curling into yourself to conceal as much of your body as possible. Just as you closed your eyes, a man called over to you from the other side of the barn.

“HEY, PRETTY LADY, WANT A DRINK?”

Jumping out of your skin, you salt bolt upright and cleared your throat, managing a small, awkward smile. “N-No, thank you, I dont drink.”

The man on the other side of the barn laughed and rolled his eyes. “Oh, c’mon, everybody drinks these days!”

Before you could answer, Daryl stepped forward. “She said she dont. Leave it, man.”

Though he didn’t raise his voice, his tone was firm enough to shut the man up where he stood, and you watched as he avoided Daryl’s scowling eyes. His words weren’t objectively a threat, but everything about the strength he radiated and his obvious lack of care towards whether a fight happened or not, could seemingly make any man opposite him shrink in their boots.

The small smile on your face changed then, fixing on the waves at the back of his head as you settled back into the hay.

“Thank you.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, you wondered if he had even heard you, until he replied a few seconds later.

“Don’ mention it.”

And for the rest of the night, he stood there in front of you, with his back to you. A human shield.

Chuckling lightly to yourself, you shake your head in disbelief, looking at the man beside you who hasn’t changed in the years you’ve known him, you just know him beyond that intimidating surface level by now.

“You defended me so fiercely when we’d only just met, I always wondered why.”

Daryl frowns down at you. “Ya never asked.”

You shrug. “I didn’t want to pry.”

Daryl scoffs, rolling his eyes at you. “Never stopped ya before.”

Gasping in mock-offence, you nudge his shoulder with yours again. “Shut up!”

The two of you share a lighthearted laugh at that, something that you would have thought was lost to the world before, had you never met Daryl.

“Seriously, though, why did you stick up for me so much on the drinking thing?” You question

“Ya tol’ me ya’d had a bad first experience drinkin’...”

“Yeah, but you didn’t know that then. Plus, you’re not exactly the type to jump to defend someone you’ve just met on something that was so minor- especially back then, before you’d grown into the softie you are now!” That last comment is a lighthearted one, one that you expect to bring another scoff or chuckle from the gruff sweetheart at your side, and usually it would.

Tonight, though, he stays silent, staring off into the night. You start to wonder if he even heard you, and his next question does little to reassure you on that.

“How old were you, firs’ time ya got drunk?”

You blink rapidly, processing a question you had definitely not been expecting.“19, why?”

At that, Daryl closes his eyes in a pained blink, lowering his head in shame and holding the edge of the platform with both hands. “‘m sorry.”

You frown, unable to decode your favourite person for the first time in longer than you can remember. “What for?”

His hair hangs over his eyes, hiding them from you and keeping the unsaid out of reach from you. “Not tellin’ you before.”

Trying to keep the conversation lighthearted, not wanting Daryl to get upset over something that you are certain is not worth feeling this bad about, you laugh airily. “Can you stop the cryptic-brooding shit for a second? What are you talking about?!”

Daryl sighs, lifting his head and tipping his nose up to the stars. You can see them reflecting in the stormy Georgia skies within his eyes, and he parts his lips to speak.

Alcohol had not been kind to you, that was what you had thought that night. On reflection, when out with a group of school friends, all of you having purchased fake ID’s and arrived at a bar outside of town to avoid being recognised as the 19 year olds you were, eight shots deep of straight vodka was, perhaps, not the best idea for your first experience with alcohol.

No building had ever felt more cramped in your life, all of your senses were completely overwhelmed. You couldn’t hear yourself think, not that you were capable of a coherent thought at the time, but everyone was talking so loudly and it was like your ears couldn’t understand your own language anymore. The song playing was one you recognised, but when you tried to bob your head to the beat, you were horribly out of time, your brain delayed because it was swimming in vodka. It was all too much, so to the best of your ability, you took hold of a friend’s shoulder and told her you were going outside to get some air. Whether you actually managed to speak a word of that is yet to be confirmed, none of your friends were sober enough to even notice you’d left the bar.

You didn’t see anyone else as you stumbled out into the parking lot, you were focussing all of your energy on the ground beneath you, because your shoes were not reaching it in the speed you expected and you were determined not to trip over your own feet. Only a few paces from the door, a man’s voice called out to you.

“Hey there, pretty lady, you comin’ my way?” He had asked sleazily, but the time it took for you

to process his question was apparently long enough for him to assume your answer.

He swaggered over to you and swung an arm around your waist, tugging you to his side. Frowning in confusion and discomfort, you conjured every ounce of strength you had and smacked your palms against his chest in an effort to get away from him. His grip on your waist tightened.

“‘EY, THE HELL YOU DOIN’?” Another voice reached your ears then, sounding miles away and possibly underwater at first, but eventually making sense as you pieced together his words.

“Easy, man, I’m just taking my girl home.” The grip on your waist replied, and you frowned harder, lifting your hand to point accusingly.

“I am NOT yours, sunshine! I, am a FREE WOMAN!” You declared, words slurring together, but you hoped you got your point across regardless.

Much to your relief, the voice in front of you seemed to understand the situation perfectly. “Like she said, she aint yers, and she’s barely standin’, so the hell you think yer doin’ with ‘er?” His accent was thicker than the grip on your waist’s was, you noticed.

You couldn’t process what happened next, it was all too quick. The grip on your waist was gone and the two men argued, raising their voices at each other, until suddenly one of them punched the other, forcing him to the ground. Without the grip on your waist, you collapsed onto the tarmac, landing on your side and smacking your head against the ground, hard.

The accent reached your ears again, but it was much more difficult to understand.

“Hey, hey, ya alright? C’mon, we gotta get you sittin’ up at least.”

One hand held yours, while the other steadied you at the small of your back, both of them were so gentle you could hardly feel them, but they were strong enough to catch you if you were to fall again.

He led you over to a bench outside the bar and sat you down on it, then crouched down in front of you. The pain in your head suddenly pulsed.

“Ow!”

The accent, much softer then, was quick to apologize for touching the wound on your head too harshly when checking it. “Sorry, didnt mean t’ hurt you. Anyone inside that knows you, can take ya home?”

Everything was spinning and nodding in response to his question made it a lot worse. “My friends are in there, I think.”

The accent spoke again, you tried as hard as you could to retain his words and piece together the sentence. “Alrigh’, I’m gonna go get ‘em, wha’s yer name?”

You had to think about it for a second. “(Y/N)...who’re you?”

The gentle hand was on your shoulder for just a second. “Don’ matter. You stay here, I’ll be back in jus’-”

A third voice entered the conversation, not the one belonging to the grip on your waist from before, which made the whole ordeal far too confusing for you to comprehend.

“THE FUCK YOU THINK YER DOIN’?” His accent was the thickest of all.

And then, it was another blur. All you remember is the man turning his back to you, acting as your huma shield while another man fought the grip on your waist.

Police sirens and lights overwhelmed your senses after that.

The accents yelled at each other, before the softer voice turned back to you.

“I gotta go, but you take care o’ yerself, alright?”

With that, he was gone. Your friends had to fill in the blank of the rest of the night for you the next day, explaining that they had grabbed you before the cops came and you all got out of there before they arrived, narrowly avoiding being caught out with your fake ID’s, but completely losing track of the man that had saved you in the process.

“Merle ‘n’ me were movin’ from place to place then, had a habit of pullin’ up to any bars we could find an’ I’d sit outside while he went in and stole bottles from anyone too drunk to notice ‘em disappearin. He’d bring ‘em back outside, we’d drink ‘em, then do it again ‘til he got drunk an’ sloppy an’ I’d have to pull him out of some fight with whoever caught him stealin’.” Daryl explains. “I was standin’ outside that bar, watchin’ that door, waitin’ for ‘im when you stumbled out, an’ I could see you were too drunk to be by yerself. When that asshole tried t’...” He trails off, feeling his blood boil in his veins at the memory. “Merle came out o’ the bar right as that prick got up and was gonna come at me from behin’, so Merle tackled him, smashed the bottle in his hand against the guy’s head. Bar owner called the cops, there was blood everywhere- the guy lived, we saw him aroun’ a month or so later at the same bar- but Merle was wanted for a whole list o’ shit and couldn’t risk the cops catchin’ him again, so we had t’ run.”

You stare at him, eyes wide like a deer in headlights, or like they were the first night you thought you’d met when he shone a torch in your face.

“It was you.”

The words passing your lips sound impossible, even after he has perfectly recalled a story you never told him with details you couldn’t recall, a memory you never knew you shared.

“‘m sorry.” He mumbles, unable to look at you for fear of the betrayal on your face for keeping this a secret from you for so long.

But you are still in disbelief, trying to wrap your head around the fact that the end of the world brought you back to your hero.

“This whole time, you never said.”

Daryl shrugs. “Always sorta hoped you’d forget the whole night. The guy, most of all.” He confesses, having thought of you a few times in between that night and the night he found you again, always hoping that you had forgotten and been able to move on. Whether you chose to drink again after that, he always hoped you were able to live without fear and enjoy each night as it came. He didn’t have any reason to consider that you deserved any less.

“Regrettably, that was the main part that stuck with me.” You admit, feeling your own shame consume you.

Daryl nods. “I know.”

You shake your head, swallowed by the guilt. “I’m so sorry I didn’t remember you, everything was such a blur that night- I can remember the guy grabbing me, but even his face I wouldn’t recognise if he was in front of me. By the time you spoke to me close enough for me to see and hear you, my head was pounding. God, I’m so sorry that I’ve never remembered you!”

Only then, can Daryl bring himself to look at you, and it’s to frown at you in total confusion.

“Don’ gotta apologize for nothin’, aint yer fault.”

You rub your face with your hands, knowing that he’s right but still feeling terrible about it and knowing that, in your own way, you’ll make it up to him. You have to. How many times has he wanted to tell you? How many times has he thought about that night? What does he think of, when he remembers it? Has he sat alone with his thoughts and felt sad that you haven’t ever recognised him, have never pieced that it was his face right in front of you that night? What if-

“‘ey, stop that.” Those same gentle hands, feeling more familiar than ever, take yours away from your face and bring them to your lap, but don’t let them go.

Meeting your eyes, he calms the sea of overwhelming thoughts that had been swallowing your mind. In the midst of peace returning, a moment of clarity finds you, and you smile at him.

“Now that I know who my hero was that night, I can say what I always wanted to say!”

Seeing your spirits visibly left, Daryl smiles back at you. “Wha’s that?”

Leaning forward, you plant a soft kiss on his left cheek. Instead of pulling away immediately, you linger there to whisper the words your heart has been singing to him since the day you met, and the day you met again.

“Thank you.”

The moonlight prevents you from being able to see the dusting of pink that covers Daryl’s cheeks in the wake of your kiss, the first kiss you’ve ever given him.

“Sweet girl, ya’ve never gotta thank me for nothin’.”

Resting your head back on his shoulder and releasing a deep breath, you smile out into the night and squeeze his hands.

“You know as well as I do, that’ll never stop me.”

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rottenroyalebooks · 4 months

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Love Drunk - 0.3

Pairing: Eddie Munson x older sister!Harrington reader

Also includes: Steve Harrington x sister!reader (siblings)

AU: No Upside Down.

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: Y/N Harrington left Hawkins as soon as she turned eighteen with her boyfriend to follow her dreams of being a Rockstar. Three years later, she returns to Hawkins alone and scarred. Now, she has to repair her broken relationship with her younger brother, all while trying to prevent herself from falling for a cute metal head who plays at the Hideout, where she works.

Warnings: Announced each chapter.

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The hideout was just as busy as I remembered.

Live music, the smell of weed and cigarettes lingering in the air, the bustling of customers and waitstaff, the unknown sticky stubstance that seemed to coat the floor, and Jim's voice hollering at the cooks.

Yep, same place, different year.

"Y/N Harrington as I live and breathe." Sarah, Jim's wife's voice came from the bar, gaining my attention quickly.

I smiled and waved, walking over to the bar with a small pep in my step.

She looked me over once, "When Jim told me you were calling our house that early to ask for a job, I thought we were being punked. What the hell are you doing here?"

A chuckle escaped my lips, and I ran my hand through my hair, "Stuff happened, and I had to come back. I'd rather not get into it if you don't mind."

She waved it off, "Understood. Come on, get back here and show me what you know."

♡♡♡

The night at The Hideout was in full swing, and I was mixing drinks for the bar patrons.

The night was still young, and once I got a chance to breathe, Jim was standing at the bar.

"There's a live band playing tonight. They're a cover band called Corroded Coffin. Pretty good group of guys." He explained, leaving against the bar, "I gotta warn ya, one of the guys, he's got these high school friends that like to come watch. They're allowed to be in here but no alcoholic beverages. Only food, water, soda, or a virgin drink if you're nice enough."

I nodded, understanding what he was telling me, "It's cool that you let them come watch."

"They bring business, and that's all I care about. Same reason why I let you perform whenever you wanted, starting at age sixteen."

I laughed, shaking my head as I handed one of the patrons their drink, "God, that feels like a lifetime ago."

He nodded, smirking as he sat in one of the barstools, "Why don't you help out your old pal and perform one of these nights, huh? I'm sure you'll get quite the audience when people realize Y/N Harrington has come back to town."

"People already know. I got five calls from people asking if she was performing or not." Sarah joked, which made me chuckle lightly, shaking my head.

"Sorry guys, my rockstar days are merely a distant dream."

Jim furrowed his eyebrows, watching me move from the bar to the sink as I started to clean the glasses, "Is that why you're back? Because you didn't get your big break in three years?"

There was a pregnant pause before I answered. I didn't want to tell the truth, so I didn't, "Yeah, that's it."

A group of young teenagers raced to the bar; the tallest had shaggy brown hair and looked very excited as he was bouncing off the walls, he had an anxious looking girl with long brown hair gripping his arm as she looked around.

"Hey Jim!" Another boy with curly brown hair greeted, before looking over at me, "You're new."

I shrugged, amused at the teens, "Not really, just moved back. Want some nachos?"

A read head nodded, glaring lightly, "You look familiar."

I shrugged, "I've got one of those faces; what can I say."

The curly-haired kid interjected, "Can I get a Sherly Temple?"

"You've got it," I said grabbing my notepad, "Anything else?"

The group of teens gave me their drink orders from various sodas, and the redhead asked if I could make her a fruity mocktail. I agreed as I loved mixing drinks of all kinds; it shouldn't be too difficult to replace tequila with Sprite.

"You guys find us a table; I'll wait for our stuff." The curly kid said, and they all nodded, moving off in separate directions to attempt to find a table big enough.

The kid turned to look at me as I was making their drinks, "What's your name?"

"Y/N." I said, moving my hip so he could see my name badge on the apron that was tied around my waist, "What about you?"

"I'm Dustin." He greeted, "It's nice to meet you"

I smiled at his kindness, "It's nice to meet you too."

A very familiar voice that approached the bar, "Henderson, where are the others?" Steve, in a bar, seemed to know many kids. I smirked, passing Dustin his drink as Steve made eye contact with me, freezing.

"Why, hello, Steve. What can I get for you?"

He blinked, snapping out of his shocked state, "What are you doing here?"

"What does it look like? Making your little friends Mocktails just as the good lord intended."

He rolled his eyes, "Really, Y/N, what are you doing here?"

"I'm working, Steve. Can't you tell?"

Dustin looked confused, looking between the two of us, "Do you know her, Steve?"

"She's my sister." He gritted out, not taking his eyes off me as I put the drinks on a tray so I could bring them to the kid's table.

Dustin blinked, "You have a sister?"

"Go find the others, Dustin." He said and the boys' eyes widened, scurrying off with his drink.

He sighed, "Put their stuff on my tab." He mumbled and some other older teenagers walked over to him, including Robin whose eyes widened as she saw me.

"Right on." I say as I write it down in my notebook, "Can I get you anything else? Sodas? Another plate of Nachos?"

He turned to his friends, and they ordered, and I wrote it down, "Cool. You can find a table, and I'll get right on it after I deliver these drinks."

Nodding, they all turned and walked off, and I grabbed the tray of drinks. Spotting the kids at the table, I saw Jim approaching them with the Nachos as I approached, "Alright! A Coke, Sprite, Fruity Concoction, another Coke, and water for the little lady. If you need anything else just come and find me, yeah?"

They all stared at me; Dustin must've told them I was Steve's sister. Apparently, it's uncommon knowledge. I wasn't too surprised.

"Alright, enjoy your night." I slipped off and back to the bar, a waitress was clocking in which meant I could stay behind the bar for as long as I needed.

I heard tapping on the microphone, and I glanced over at the stage, seeing the band that was playing that night. Corroded Coffin was written on the drums, and they seemed like they were a relatively normal rock band.

My eyes found the frontman right away.

He wore a Metallica shirt with the sleeves cut off, black ripped jeans with a studded belt, he held a beautiful electric guitar, and he had silver rings on his fingers on his hands. His hair was long and curly, and he had big brown eyes that excitedly looked through the crowd.

He had a stage presence like no other.

His eyes scanned the bar and they landed on me, where he stopped looking around. Our eyes met and I felt my stomach drop, so I looked away as a customer walked up to the bar.

I smiled at Robin, who greeted me as she sat at the bar.

"Sorry, Robin, I'd hook you up with something good if Jim weren't here." I said with a smile as I leaned against the bar, "Can I make you a fruity virgin?"

"I already am one." She joked, but her face turned pink, and she looked away from me, looking down at the ground, "Sorry, bad joke."

I smiled, laughing, "I spent the last three years in California, Robin; I don't care if you do swing a certain way." I winked at her and grabbed an empty glass from a customer returning it, placing it in the sink for later.

She nodded, tapping on the counter as the band started playing.

I looked at Steve's table, and they were all paying attention to the stage intently; they must know someone from the band; I decided not to inquire since Steve didn't seem to want me to know his business.

"I'll take whatever you made for Max, though," Robin brought my attention back to her, "Just so you know, I know that things between you and Steve are tense right now, but he loves you. He's just a dingus who can't healthily express his emotions."

I chuckled, nodding, "Cheers to our parents for that. Thank you, Robin. I'll get right on it; bring it to your table if you want to enjoy the show."

"Oh, we come here every Tuesday. Supporting the band and all," She turned, pointing to the first band member, "Jeff is on the guitar to the left, Gareth is on the drums, Dougie is on the Bass, and Eddie is the frontman, singing and playing the guitar. We're mostly here for Eddie."

Ah, so the man has a name.

I nodded, handing her the drink, "Enjoy the show."

She grabbed the drink and nodded, disappearing into the crowd.

I looked back at the band, and my eyes went to Eddie immediately. His playing was good, but his voice was fantastic. I was surprised to find out about any other talent coming from Hawkins, Indiana. I leaned against the counter and watched since no customers needed my attention.

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pawified · 7 months

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while i have a wip on the way here's a littl treat for my angels, it's based on my fave song by laufey called promise

info: being deeply in love with blade, you are scared to admit your feelings so you distances yourself from him.

"i think we should spend less time together." you say looking out the coffee shop window, as u sat across from your friend blade.

he didn't say anything for a while, he had a look of confusion on his face, he was trying to think back to see if he did something too cause you came up with this decision.

you see him trying to create a timeline in his head, " it wasn't anything you did, if that's what your wondering. i just think we spend too much time together." you can hear your heart beat grow faster. it pained you to do this, but how can you be friends with someone you're in love with?

"is that what you truly want?" he is staring into your eyes, eyebrows frowned causing lines to form. he is trying to read you like he always does when he thinks you aren't telling him something. blade can't understand why you are suddenly just ending your 4 year friendship.

it doesn't make sense to him, nothing ever does.

"yes, i think its best for both of us." you can feel the tears welling up in your eyes and your sure he can see them. "i just can't come to a reason as to why" his voice is laced with hurt.

He never really showed emotion in front of others in your 4 years of knowing him, sure he has gotten mad but never really was the one to be vulnerable in front of others. "everything doesn't always have to have a reasoning blade." you whisper, words barley meeting blades ears.

"i'm starting to realize that now." he bites back, he looks at you once more. your head is hanging down, eyes not meeting his. he scoffs and there's a screech, as he pushed out his chair from the table. he grabbed his coat, heading towards the coffee shop entrance.

before leaving he stops next to you, looking down. "whatever the reason is, i hope it was worth throwing our friendship way." his tone is distant and cold. "blade-" you try to call out for him but the entrance bell had already spoken for you, indicating he had already left.

you don't know how long you had been sitting in the coffee shop but when you left the time had past and the sun is now setting, you had so many thoughts running through your head. you've made your choice and there was no taking it back, you regretted everything you had done.

this wasn't some rash decision you made randomly. it was days, weeks, months and years of back and forth with yourself. constant days of "is this truly what i want?" "will this make me stop what i feel?" it all came boiling down to this exact moment, the weight that once sat heavy on your heart, sat twice as heavier than before.

you cried yourself to sleep that night and many nights to come.

as the days pasted, the more heavier that weight felt. you constantly checked your phone in hopes of blade messaging you. it's stupid, you know that but you longed for it, but it never came.

what you hadn't know is blade fought with himself on contacting you. he prided his self into respecting your wishes even though he refused to believe them. He wanted nothing more to have you around.

it's been almost a month since you parted ways with blade. you were standing on the side walk to cross the street, its cold and rainy.

As the crosswalk light changed signaling it was your turn to cross, you see a guy walking towards you, with shaggy , long, dark violet hair and he has pricings along his ear. As he got closer, you realize it wasn't him. you let out a exhale of breath that you didn't realize you were holding.

walking down the city sidewalk, you stand off to the side to get cover from the harsh rain, you take out your phone. scrolling through your contacts and looking for a familiar contact.

"𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑒 🐈 " you stall for a moment. debating if it was a good idea to call so randomly, anxiety bubbling up and creating things that go bond the person blade is. you take a deep breath and quickly press call listening to the phone ring, once , twice than a third time before a deep voice answers.

"❤︎?" he sounds like he just had woken up due to the state of his deep voice, you felt horrible. "i'm sorry, i did i wake you?" you apologetically say. your heart is beating, your pretty sure you're going to pass out from this whole thing.

"no, its fine. are you okay?" blade is always worrying about you, up until now he is still worrying. "m' okay?" you replied in a questioning tone, you shut your eyes. fuck this harder than you thought. "m' okay..i was just wondering if you had time to talk?" you hoped.

there was a pause, you quickly rush out an apology " you know what, im sorry. i don't know why i thought this was a good idea-" you sighed lifting the phone away from your face and going to end the call.

"❤︎." blade calls out, your name. you put the phone back up to your face, "yeah?" you softly say, the raining still patting against the roof of the building your standing under.

"i would love too talk, where are you? i will come over" you can hear the smile in blade's voice, it warms your heart in the cold weather. "no it's okay, m' out now. i can come over too yours .. if that's okay?" you tip toe around the question, smiling through your words. "that's more than okay."

#˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆#𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑘𝑎𝑖 — ♡ ᵎ #blade honkai #blade x reader #light angst #blade x female reader #໒ 𝑤𝑒𝑛’𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠 ১ #hm idk hw i feel abt dis !#whack me in da cmmts pls #honkai star rail

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tatoda · 2 years

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I Need You || Conrad Fisher x fem!reader

summary: conrad had been distant all summer and one night you decide to confront him.

pairing: conrad fisher x gem!reader

warnings: panic attack, mention of smoking, mention of cancer, slight angst, fluff at the end

wc: 900+

i had this already in my drafts and it isn’t on a boat like the request but it’s very similar :) i hope it’s okay

THIS IS NOT MAJORITY EDITED

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This summer was different for everyone. Especially when you noticed how conrad wasn’t himself. He would spend his nights out by the pool smoking pot in one hand and a beer in the other. He has been giving everyone the cold shoulder but you got the worst of it. You both promised each other you would tell what was bothering you no matter what, except he has pushed you away. You went from texting back and forth during the year to him leaving you on read on every message. As you would see him around the beach house he tried to stay far away from you as possible.

You watched as he finished off his joint from one of the porch windows and put it out. He stood up taking his legs out of the water. Conrad wiped his wet legs with a towel before heading to the door into the house. As if he could feel your eyes he looked up and his long hair fell perfectly over his forehead. The door opened and he broke eye contact closing the glass door behind him. You opened your mouth but he stopped you.

“i don’t need another person telling me to stop smoking.” he huffed walking into the kitchen

“that’s not what i was going to say.” you walked towards him as he filled a glass with water probably about to make his way to his room for the night “i wanted to see you.” he drank the water and raised his eyebrows before putting the glass down on the counter

“well here i am.” he let out sarcastically. the negative energy flew off of him and towards you

“that’s not what i mean and you know it. con what’s going on?” he sighed and dropped his head

“why the fuck does everyone keep asking me that?” his shaggy head picked up and his eyes connected with yours

“because you have been more distant this summer then ever.” he scuffed and rolled his eyes

“of course you would notice.” he picked up his water and made his way for the stairs

“what?” he continued walking away from you “conrad fisher.” he stopped when you said his name

“yes?” he didn’t look back just stood

“you can always talk to me, please.” you pleaded

“yeah i got it.” he paused “good night y/n.” he then disappeared up the stairs as you waited for his door to close to let your breath go.

You took time to clean up the downstairs before heading up to your room. You got ready for the night taking in your summer room which was smaller then the other rooms but it didn’t bother you. Getting into bed you scrolled though social media before picking up a book next to you and reading to make yourself tired. After about 20 minutes your phone make a sound signaling that you got a text. placing the bookmark in the page you picked picked up your phone.

con con <3

can you please come here

Sighing to yourself you got out of bed and made it across the hall to his room. The light was still on and there was walking going around the room. You didn’t bother knocking and entered to see him walked back and forth and breathing quickly. When you closed the door he looked up and his eyes were on the verge of tears.

“conrad-“ you walked towards him slowly

“i think i’m having a panic attack.” his voice cracked as you walked closer to him

“c-can i touch you?” he nodded and you grabbed both of his hands in yours and he let a sob out but you knew crying while trying to breathe was almost impossible “you need to calm down, i need you to breathe with me.” he shook his head and closed his eyes as a tear fell from them. “here.” taking his hand you put it over your heart so he could feel your heartbeat “can you follow my breathing.” he nodded breathing as you did. “do you remember when we played chicken when we were younger? and we teamed up and we’re undefeated.” a small smirk came onto his face “and remember when you let me braid your hair and it was super curly for like four days.” his breathing calmed down as you were talking about memories you had with him

“i’m sorry.” he whispered keeping his hand over your heart but you thought he just liked how he was so close to your boob “um i can’t keep this stuff in me anymore.” just like his tears disappeared they came back “m-my moms cancer is back.” he whispered and you get your whole word break.

“i-oh my god.” just as you feel you got her back she got it again. conrad’s head fell to your shoulder as he moved his arms to hug you and sobbed everything he was feeling. As you stood there holding it all in yourself to not cry, conrad looked up at you.

“can you stay in here tonight, please,” you could never say no to his eyes. you glanced at his bedroom door then back to him

“of course.”

You both moved to his bed and as you laid down conrad cuddled into your side putting his head into the crook of your neck and he breathed in your scent feeling at home.

“sleep well con.” you moved some of his messy hair out of his face and kissed his forehead and he smiled into you

“thank you.” conrad replied and kissed your neck softly before you both fell into a silent sleep for the night

#conrad fisher one shot #conrad fisher x fem!reader #conrad fisher #chris briney #conrad fisher x reader #tsitp fanfic #tsitp #the summer i turned pretty

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childofaura · 9 months

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Ok, so I'm back at my computer now, I've gotten through all my messages.

Time to break down this whole Scooby Doo AI fiasco and why the people defending it have all the integrity of a moldy piece of wood. Because I thought I should just put it behind me after the first day, until I saw more bullshit from people coming out of the woodworks, including people trying to come at me with false equivalencies they were so smug about. Putting this under a read-more so people don't get exasperated with this post stretching their dash/blog.

Before we get to the main argument, we have to address what happened. And even before we address what happened, let's make something clear for anyone who's just here to argue and detract from my main point:

The animator at the center of this doesn't deserve to be harassed. A discussion deserves to happen and people are allowed to express their displeasure. But the animator doesn't deserve to be dogpiled.

So the main gist of it is that an animator created a pseudo-stop motion Scooby Doo short crossed over with FNAF, in the style of Rankin' Bass stop motion. The thing that's got everyone in an uproar is the fact that he used AI voices for most of the other cast (to my understanding, he only did the voices for Shaggy and Scooby). This caused the whole shitshow that's going on at Twitter right now.

Now there's a lot for me to break down on this one; I've already explained most of what was wrong with the excuses people were trying to come up with for this guy (Whom for some reason, people are trying to paint him as this "poor widdle kid who's just following his passion-" GUYS he's FUCKING 23 YEARS OLD. HE'S AN ADULT). But I'm gonna recap most of them, and then some based on the new discourse that's been coming out.

>"He can't afford voice actors! He's a single indie animator just working on a passion project!"

You can put out a casting call and let people know that this is a portfolio project, and you would like to see if anyone is willing to do it for free. Lots of people online are pretty enthusiastic about joining fan-dubs or dubbing projects even if it doesn't pay, and if you advertise the premise, you will have PLENTY of takers.

Or, regardless of whether you sound like a character or not, you do it yourself, with family/friends helping for roles of the opposite gender. Your credits should look like this:

(Credits are from Matthew Gafford's "A Fox in Space Episode 2")

Or, additionally, you can collab with dubbing productions like Alex Henderson did for "Return to Krocodile Isle" with Bootleg Dub Productions:

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The bottom line is that there's no excuse for resorting to AI, especially if you claim to hate AI. You're just a hypocrite.

>"So you hate fanart then!"

NOT REMOTELY COMPARABLE. If you wanna compare this to fanart, this is the equivalent of tracing over someone else's work without their permission and adding a side note that it doesn't belong to you. The fanart/voice comparison only works when you're doing an IMPRESSION of a character. AI is plagiarizing someone's voice with existing content. Someone doing Sonic voice impressions based on a specific actor is the equivalent of fanart, while using a Sonic AI voice of the existing actor is the tracing.

>"You must hate YTPs where they splice together or isolate certain audio!"

THAT'S NOT COMPARABLE EITHER, DIPSHIT. YTPs are done using PRE-EXISTING recorded lines that the actors were compensated for! AI is generating entirely brand new "recordings" that the actors have no compensation for! Actors like Long John Baldry with the famous "PINGAS" line or Gary Schwartz with "Pootis" were asked to record those lines, and paid for it. You're generating brand new content with an AI voice that they were not asked to record, nor compensated for.

>"This was for his portfolio! It's a harmless indie project!"

See, this one is harmful to the animator specifically. A big thing I've learned about the animation industry, having learned from my friend who went to art school, having learned under famous animators, and having collaborated/cooperated with a LOT of her peers, is that the animation industry is a buddy-system team effort. Want to make an animation with voices? Hey, these guys over here want to be VAs and are looking for any kind of little work they can to see if they can get the hang of it. Cool, let's work on this together! Now, when you're an animator with a portfolio using AI, you've essentially told your peers to go fuck themselves. In addition to that, you're telling your potential employers these details about yourself that you may not want them thinking:

You have no moral integrity and you're willing to cut corners when put into an unfavorable situation.

You're dishonest, and you'll cheat out other people who could stand to benefit from having a role in your portfolio.

You're unintuitive, and can't think outside the box when it comes to resources being scarce.

You're lazy and unwilling to look for an ethical solution if you're lacking important aspects of your projects like the voice actors.

And even worse, these people defending this situation are bouncing between "It's a passion project, who cares!" and "It's a portfolio, who cares!" PICK ONE, BECAUSE THERE'S A VAST DIFFERENCE IN NUANCE BETWEEN "FUN PASSION PROJECT" AND "SERIOUS PORTFOLIO WORK".

>"AI isn't hurting the integrity of art or harming anyone!"

Hi, remember when Erica Lindbeck asked a Youtuber to remove their video of her voice being used in AI to sing a song? And did so professionally and even stated the person she contacted was very sweet and understanding about it? AND PEOPLE FUCKING CHASED HER OFF OF TWITTER BECAUSE SHE HAD AN ISSUE WITH HER VOICE, HER FUCKING VOICE, BEING USED IN WAYS SHE DIDN'T CONSENT FOR? It wasn't just about the silly AI parodies, she even said, and I quote, "It's not about *this* video in particular or *this* creator specifically. I've had a content creator make an AI video of my character [referring to her character of Loona on TV show Helluva Boss] saying disparaging remarks regarding the show I was on. Literally putting words in my mouth that could easily be taken as mine. As an artist, that is so terrifying. I absolutely believe these people are making this stuff for fun, and are not fully aware of the negative effects AI content could have on the people whose voices they're using. I never meant for this creator to be dogpiled." And people still decided to attack her and just further disrespect her wishes. People refused to treat her like a fucking human being because the shiny keys they drool over and play with are violating and intrusive, after all the horrible shit she's gone through the year before with losing her boyfriend Billy Kametz. What it's doing is solidifying the perception that "AI is no big deal and who cares what people do with it, just let us have fun you fucking stuck-up asshole".

>"It's fine when small-time indie creators are using it, it just shouldn't be done by big corporations".

And now you've just admitted you have no fucking integrity. If corporations are looking at all these AI covers and AI projects being done on small scale, why should they give a shit if they do it too? I mean, everybody's doing it right? Who cares?

You're just affirming their notion that actors deserve to be cheated out of their work.

I'm sure there's a billion other excuses that some of these chucklefucks are going to come up with, but in the meantime, these are the biggest arguments I've seen (some people trying to argue with me DIRECTLY) coming from people. And I GUARANTEE these hypocrites are going to be coming out of the woodwork screaming when the next story breaks that a corporation is doing the exact same thing, or when it happens to someone they actually like. I know this isn't going to change anyone's mind if they're already set on treating VAs as non-humans, but if you're concerned about AI and actually have a moral backbone, these arguments are here for you if you need some good solid reasoning to fight back with.

Edit: Since making this post, I’ve calmed my shit down significantly more. I realize I’ve tended to come off as way too unapproachable whenever I tackle any sort of discourse, usually because I’m coming right off of a personal argument with someone else. And that blinds me to the fact that there are people out there who are nothing like the asshats I’ve just been arguing with.

So honestly and truly, if you have a good counterpoint, come and engage in the conversation. We’ll approach this civilly and see if we can’t at least gain a perspective, even if we still disagree with each other in the end.

#discourse #AI discourse #anti ai #Youtube

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thisismysecondrodeo · 1 year

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Hello [im sorry my English is not the best I hope this message is understandable] I just read about Ted and the reader in your nightmares story. I have been having bad nightmares lately so it was very nice to find. I was wanting to know if you would want to write more where Ted Is present when one is happening waking her up or finding her awake already I thank you for your writing and writing this if you do too

AN: Your English is perfect, and I so appreciate the request!! I decided to make this one a continuation of the Henry Bad Dreams fic, but with just Ted there for comfort.

Rating: General

Tags: Henry Lasso, Established Relationship, Stepmom!Reader, SoloDad!Ted, Domestic Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

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Despite the sweet scene Ted had come home to, and the fact that Henry had comforted you out of your nightmare, Ted wasn’t going to let you off the hook that easily. After the 3 of you woke up and eased into the day, Ted got a call from Roy asking if Henry and Phoebe could have a playdate because he was tired from the game and she was, in his words, “driving me fucking mental.”

Ted came back from dropping Henry off at Roy’s and you were excited to have him to yourself, but after a few sweet kisses on the couch, Ted pulled back.

“I don’t want to embarrass you, sweetie, but can we talk about the nightmares?”

You pursed your lips and ducked your head, trying to figure out the best way to approach the topic. “It’s nothing, really. I’m just sorry I woke Henry. Next time, I’ll go downstairs or—”

“Woah, Woah,” Ted shifted on the couch so he could pull your hand into his lap, intertwining his fingers with yours. “I’m real proud of Henry for lookin’ out for you while I wasn’t there. Makes me feel like I’m raisin’ him right, ya know? And to see my two best people all cozy,” Ted released a low whistle, “well that just warms my heart somethin’ fierce. But how long have these nightmares been buggin’ you?”

“To be honest with you, love, it only really happens when you’re not here. It, well, makes me feel a little silly that one night apart has me all,” you flapped your hand in the air, “out of sorts. So I haven’t mentioned it and I get around it. It’s not like you’re gone all that often or for all that long,” you shrugged as you finished. You really didn’t want to make it a big deal, but you did want to be honest. After all, this was what Henry recommended.

Ted released your hand and lifted an arm, tucking you neatly into his side before kissing your forehead. “Well, I’m sorry that it affects you so much when I’m gone. I certainly know a thing or two about anxiety and sleepless nights. And I can’t change the schedule, but maybe we can think of some ways to help.” You tilted your head up to kiss him, already pleased that he was looking for solutions and not just babying you.

The two of you figured out what worked and settled on an away game system: a FaceTime with Ted before bed, a t-shirt of his to wear to sleep and a spritz of his cologne on the pillow, a voice memo Ted recorded where he talked for 45 minutes straight, and when push came to shove, Henry tucking himself in next to you.

And it all worked splendidly—you hadn’t thought about a nightmare in months, hadn’t seen 3 am in just as long. But then came Henry’s trip to Kansas.

You knew you were anxious about spending a month without Henry. You loved your stepson and you loved having him with you, but you also knew he was missing his mom and she deserved time with him. You chalked the nervousness up to sending him by himself overseas, but as he reminded you while you helped him fold up enough jumpers and trousers, he “wasn’t a baby anymore.”

“I know, but I’m allowed to worry about you,” you chuckled, ruffling his shaggy blond hair.

“I know,” he groaned, but the smile on his face told you he didn’t mind. “I’m gonna miss you too.”

You and Ted walked him all the way to the gate, waved as he screamed, “I LOVE YOU,” as he walked through the tunnel, and then had dinner and turned in early, sharing in the sad mood that your son was gone.

A few hours later you could feel yourself thrashing slightly, the sheets tangling around your waist, but you couldn’t quite reach consciousness. You felt stuck in your nightmare, half-asleep and half-awake, but finally, you could surface enough to hear Ted calling your name. When you opened your eyes and sat up your sleep top was damp and clinging to you and your heart was racing. Ted had gotten out of bed and already gotten you a glass of water from the bathroom sink, which he pressed gently into your hands as you tried to even out your breathing.

“Deep breaths sweetheart. Here, follow me,” Ted took the hand not holding the water, and held it to his bare chest so you could feel his lungs expand and release. When you had caught your breath enough, you gulped some water and set the glass on your nightstand. You looked at Ted and saw the concern in his eyes before hiding your face in your hands.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” you mumbled and Ted stood from the bed so he could climb behind you, one leg on either side of yours so he could pull you back into his chest and rock you gently.

“You don’t have to apologize, sweetheart,” Ted said softly, and it did something to you to both hear those words and feel the vibration of his chest against your back. He dropped a kiss against your temple. “I’m not going to say you didn’t scare me, but I’m glad I was here. Is that what it’s always like?”

“Pretty much you,” you sighed, stroking your hand along Ted’s forearms where he held you tightly. “Reminds me a little of your panic attacks.”

“Me too,” Ted agreed. “I thought it only happened when I wasn’t here?”

“I thought so too.”

Ted kissed your temple again. “Any idea what brought it on tonight?”

“Honestly,” you twisted around to look at Ted. He was scruffy and sleepy, but his eyes were engaged. “I think it’s because Henry’s gone.”

Ted’s eyebrows raised and he couldn’t help but grin at you. “I don’t mean to make light of it because that nightmare sure seemed scary…but welcome to parenthood, darlin’. I love how much you love our boy, even if it means gettin’ anxious when he’s gone.”

You hummed, thinking it over as tears came to your eyes, “maybe what it really means is that I’m not cut out for it.”

“No, no, no,” Ted shushed you gently, “I would say worryin’ about us the way you do proves just the opposite. You just have to have faith that you’re doin’ all you can to keep the people you love safe.” He used a thumb to wick away the tears from your eyes, before tilting his chin up to kiss you.

“Now, we’ve got about…,” Ted leaned over to check the time on his nightstand clock, “one hour until Henry’s flight lands and we can call him. What do you say we put on a rom-com and relax until then, and then we can get some real shut-eye?”

“Oh you don’t have to stay up for me, Ted, I’ll just—”

Ted lovingly ignored you and reached for the remote for the little-used TV in the corner of the room, flipping around until he found something familiar and fluffy. He didn’t release you from his grasp, so you just cuddled down into him, pressing your cheek to his shoulder and kissing his jaw. Both of you managed to stay awake until it was a reasonable enough time to call Henry, and he picked up from the backseat of his mom’s car.

He looked tired but he was beaming into the camera and told you about the flight and the crying babies on it, the movies he watched, and the dinner and snacks he had. Seeing him made something inside you click into place and when Michelle announced that they were home you felt like you could easily go back to sleep knowing your boy was safe.

“Goodnight,” Henry exclaimed and Ted grinned at his son.

“Goodnight Henry,” the two of you said in unison and Henry giggled.

Just as Ted was about to hang up the call, you heard Henry say, “Love you, Dad! Love you, Mum!”

Mum. Your eyes widened and you looked at Ted and he looked just as surprised as you. Neither of you had time to respond before Henry had already disappeared.

“Did you—” You started to ask Ted if he knew Henry called you that, but before you finished the question he was shaking his head, a small smile on his face.

“No, I had no idea. But I can’t say I’m not pleased that my boy has a mom and a mum. How are you feelin’? Think you can sleep?”

Ted wiggled around you so he was on his side of the bed again, and both of you relaxed back into the sheets grinning at each other on your respective pillows.

“Now that our boy is safe, yeah I think so,” you leaned over and gave Ted one more kiss, overwhelmed not only by the love and care he showed you but this new life that brought you so much joy.

“Goodnight, Mum.”

“Goodnight, Dad.”

<- Part 1

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Foul Play - Chapter 3

September 2022 - Present day

Millicent stepped into the library, her eyes scanning the room until they landed on Henry, already seated in the back corner. She approached him with a mixture of surprise and anticipation, taking a seat beside him and letting out a sigh. "I hope you're not too far behind since school started just a week ago."

"Haha," Henry laughed mockingly, observing as she retrieved a notebook from her bag. "I'm keeping up so far. I even did the reading."

"Wow, I'm almost impressed. I didn't know you had the ability to read, Henry," she retorted, her words dripping with sarcasm as she avoided meeting his gaze.

Rolling his eyes and sighing softly, Henry knew he had earned her biting remark. He turned his body toward her, resting his head in his hand with a faint smile. "So, why do you and your dad have different last names? And why are you American?"

"I'm American because I grew up in America," she snapped back, still not bothering to look at him.

"But what about your mother? She's American too, I assume?" Henry observed a slight tension in her body, her pencil freezing on the page. "Milly?"

She turned to glare at him, her frustration palpable. "You know what they say about assuming..." She trailed off, leaving Henry perplexed by her unfinished statement.

"Okay, fine. We won't talk about it. Got it. Mommy issues?" he teased, only to be met with the sound of her pencil snapping in half and another fiery glare.

"This is how it's going to be. We won't discuss anything personal. Anytime you ask me a question that doesn't pertain to school or homework, I will ignore you," she declared, ripping a piece of paper from her notebook and placing it in front of him. As a shadow fell over the table, she looked up and smiled at the man standing there, her demeanor instantly softening. "Ben, hi."

Henry watched as Millicent blushed under Ben's gaze, feeling a twinge of jealousy creep in. Ben, a member of the rugby team with Henry, who excelled academically and kept to himself, had never shown such interest in a girl before. He smiled down at Millicent, seemingly oblivious to Henry's presence.

Ben ran his hand through his shaggy blond locks before adjusting the strap of his backpack on his shoulder. "Millicent, how have you been? How was your summer?"

"Um... it was good," she replied, fidgeting with her hands in her lap, aware of both men's eyes on her. "I had the chance to explore some of Scotland and the English countryside with my dad. How about you?"

"Yeah, it was good," Ben responded hesitantly, sensing Henry's gaze on him. He briefly glanced at Henry, giving him a small nod. "Henry, how are you?" Without waiting for a response, he shifted his focus back to Millicent. "I'll see you around, Milly."

"Bye, Ben," she smiled, watching him walk away before Henry's snicker broke the silence. She turned to him with a frown, pointing at the paper in front of her. "I suggest you read these for this term."

"So, he gets to ask you personal questions, but I don't? How do you even know Ben?" Henry inquired, attempting to mask his jealousy as he watched her pack her belongings.

Once again, she ignored his probing and extended her hand. "Give me your phone."

Reluctantly, Henry handed over his phone, watching as she entered her number and sent herself a message before returning it to him. "If you wanted my number, you could have just asked, sweetheart," he said, trying to inject a hint of playfulness into his voice.

"Don't call me that. And it's strictly for school purposes. Like if you're going to be late or something," she replied with a roll of her eyes, clearly unamused by his attempt at humor.

"We could always meet at my flat. It's much quieter than here. More private," he suggested with a smirk, hoping to pique her interest. However, she brushed off his remark, her patience wearing thin.

"Quieter than a library? I highly doubt it. Goodnight, Henry..." she retorted, swiftly gathering her belongings and heading towards the exit. Henry hurriedly followed her, catching up with her in the hallway just outside the library. He reached out and grabbed her hand, causing her to stop and face him.

"Are you ever going to stop hating me?" he asked, his voice filled with a mixture of earnestness and desperation.

"No," she stated plainly, removing her hand from his grasp and crossing her arms over her chest.

"It was three years ago, Milly. I'm sorry," he said, taking a step toward her. She shook her head with a scoff, refusing to accept his apology.

"No, you aren't," she replied, her tone laced with skepticism. She opened her mouth to say something else, but she noticed a shift in Henry's stance as a group of his rugby mates entered the hallway.

"Henry!" one of his mates, Kyle, called out, wrapping his arm around Henry's shoulder and casting a sneering glance at Millicent. "Aren't you two cozy?"

Millicent watched Henry carefully, waiting to see how he would react. Henry laughed uncomfortably, shrugging off the teasing. "She's just my tutor. The dean is making her my bitch to help me with my grades this year."

She rolled her eyes, ignoring their laughter, she turned on her heels and walked away, leaving Henry and his friends behind. As she hurried down the hallway, making her way outside, she accidentally collided with Ben, causing her to fall onto the ground.

Ben laughed good-naturedly and offered her a hand to help her up. "You okay?"

"Yeah... I'm really sorry, Ben. I wasn't paying any attention..." she apologized, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"Don't worry about it. You can run into me anytime you like," he replied, flashing her a friendly smile. Feeling a sense of comfort in his presence, she brushed past him, and he fell into step beside her on the sidewalk.

"Where are you going?" he asked, genuinely curious.

"Walking home," she answered without looking at him, her mind still preoccupied with the encounter with Henry.

"You don't drive? It's dark," he expressed, concerned.

"I don't really drive. The whole 'wrong side of the road' does my head in," she admitted, feeling a tinge of embarrassment.

Ben chuckled, taking the initiative to ease her worries. He gently took her bag from her shoulder. "I'll take you home, love."

"Oh, you don't have to do that..." she protested weakly, but Ben had already made up his mind. He guided her towards his car, insisting that it was safer for her to accept the ride.

"It's really fine, I don't live that far..." she began, trailing off as he opened the car door for her. Sighing, she climbed into the front passenger seat, and Ben placed her bag on her lap.

"That's my girl," he said with a playful tone, causing her cheeks to flush even more. "Thanks, Ben," she mumbled, fastening her seatbelt.

He started the car, and they drove in an awkward silence. Eventually, Ben pulled up in front of the Dean's house, causing Millicent to groan inwardly. "You live here?" he asked, genuinely surprised.

"Yeah," she groaned, turning to face him. He mirrored her actions, resting his hand on the back of her seat. "The Dean is my father... please don't say anything."

Ben chuckled and nodded. "Sure. Your secret is safe with me."

"Thanks for the ride," she said, ready to get out of the car and retreat to the familiarity of her home.

"Sure," Ben replied, grabbing her bag before she had a chance to take it. She looked back at him, a question in her eyes.

"Can I have your phone?" he asked, his smile putting her at ease.

She hesitated for a moment but eventually handed him her phone. He swiftly entered his number, texting himself, and then handed it back to her. "Thanks again, Ben."

"You're welcome, love," he said warmly. She stepped out of the car, but before she could close the door, he called out to her one last time, using her nickname. "Milly..."

She turned to look at him, leaning over to catch his gaze through the open door. "Yeah?"

"There's a game next weekend. I thought maybe you could come? Cheer me on? And then we could have dinner after?" he asked, his voice filled with hope and nervous anticipation.

She froze for a moment, surprised by his invitation. Her mind raced with memories of Henry and the pain he had caused. But Ben was different. He had shown her kindness and understanding. She closed the car door and leaned against it, contemplating his offer. "I'll think about it," she mumbled, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

As she turned to rush into the house, she leaned back against the door, her heart pounding. Ben wasn't the first guy to ask her out since Henry, but he was the first one she seriously considered saying yes to...

Chapter 4

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Personalised story for @leniabranch Pairing: Otto Hightower x Lenia Branch Word Count: 2k Warning: SMUT. 18+ ONLY! Authors Note: If anyone wants a personalised story, here’s my PayPal and send me a message and we can get started!

Sanah wondered if you were asleep. She hoped you weren’t, that maybe you had gone off with a knight and were having a good time. But she knew you like no other, and thought you were asleep in your bed, dreaming of the Hand of the King.

“What are you thinking of, my love?” Ormund’s deep voice took Sanah out of her thoughts. He was so handsome, with his shaggy black hair and piercing eyes. He was even more attractive, lying there in their shared bed.

“I’m thinking that you’ve rested enough…”

-✶-

Your breath caught in your throat.

Your heart was pumping that fast you thought you would die. What was Otto going to do? He just kept walking toward you, taking you in. His naked form still graceful, and without shame. His cock was hardening with each second, and you were shocked to see its length and width. The veins grew more obvious as his semi-hard cock turned stiff.

“I-“ words, you couldn’t even form words. Seeds of shame started to sprout inside of you, and it showed on your neck and face.

Your breasts were still free. Your nipples hard. And the wetness between your thighs was pooling. Soon it would slide down your legs. The thought made your cheeks burn. Gods. What is he going to do? As soon as the thought appeared in your head, Otto opened the door and pulled you into his room.

-✶-

Could this be a dream? A perfect dream where I lay asleep on my bed, and an angel appears? But here I was, standing, completely naked and the love of my life half naked peeking through my door.

I knew what I should do. I know what I’m expected to do. What she’s expecting me to do. To put on clothes and try to forget this ever happened. But I was tired of doing the ‘proper’ thing. I had done so my whole life. This was a childish thought, I know. But I’ve held back. Put the King first, my House first. And now it was my time.

I wasn’t going to waste any more of it toying with Lenia Branch.

-✶-

The look in Otto’s eyes was so intense your legs began to quiver. Like his thoughts could be read outside of his head, they flashed in plain sight: the things I have in store for you.

You shuddered. You weren’t completely sure how passionately Otto could become. It was a thought that plagued you often, because although you had great love for him, you worried how well he would perform in the bedroom.

Suddenly, like being ripped from your thoughts, you were up against the wall. The stones were cold and you let out a small whimper.

Otto let a small grin appear on his face, but it looked more like a snarl. And you truly looked at him then and saw an animal who hadn’t eaten in weeks.

He lunged at your neck, kissing, and sucking. One hand held both of yours above your head, and the other was at the hem of your dress. He was unlacing it. You had realised, which was an impressive feat.

“Otto-“ you groaned, trying to free yourself from his grasp. You wanted so desperately to feel him, to touch him.

“Mmm,” he replied moving his way down your bodice. Not allowing you your wish.

The Hand of the King was good with his hands, and very good at doing two things at once. He unlaced you, and you thought he might be going slowly. Teasing you.

Your core felt hot and wet. The emptiness was driving you insane. All you could do was squeeze your thighs together, trying to rub and somehow create friction.

The tightness of your bodice fell off your form, and you were only left with your skirts. Your breasts hung free, and Otto attached himself so quickly and fiercely that you nearly shrieked.

His mouth was upon your nipple, sucking and biting, while his other hand kneaded your other breast. His hot, wet lips had your nipple between his teeth, and his sucked and sucked. At times he was very rough, and then he would revert to kissing your breasts almost timidly.

He moved, so he could hold both breasts in either hand and moved his head so he could kiss you. Oh, yes was passionate. It made your head spin. His hands snaked up your neck and held your face to his. The kiss was … gods it was obsessive. Your mouth opened and his tongue slipped in, toying with your own. Like a dance.

-✶-

I couldn’t get enough. The way she tasted. Her smell. I needed her, all of her. There were no thoughts in my brain other than her name. Lenia. Lenia. Mine. Lenia. Mine.

There was something about her breasts that I couldn’t move from. An innate need. A harsh desire that I knew would never leave me. Not now, not ever.

I groaned into her mouth and let my hands roam free. I undid her hair and pulled at her skirts. I needed to be inside her. But clarity made itself known for a brief second. And detached myself from her.

“I need to hear you say it,” I ground out the words. Even though my cock was stiff and aching, I needed to hear her say it. I needed her to consent. I respected her too much, to make her feel anything but that.

-✶-

Your body felt cold without his touch. Like you were whole for those minutes and now you were missing something. A piece of you that felt so vital. Shocked to hear those words, you couldn’t be anything but stunned.

“Yes, Otto, please. I- I need you.” The words came out a little above a whisper. What they were more than permission to this one act. To you, they were words that were meant for a lifetime.

Did he know? Did he too feel this pull that you felt many years ago? Or was it a gradual love that grew with each interaction? There were so many questions, but you felt so exposed without his hands on your body.

He smiled. It was difficult looking into his eyes, which gleamed in the candlelight. And then he was on you again.

-✶-

I couldn’t help it. Hearing her say those words made something inside of me crack open. I pulled her to me and led her to the bed. Any remaining clothes were torn off, and she laid there, hair spread across the pillows and body nearly shimmering in the light. Or maybe that wine was still in my system. Whatever the case, I knew she was dazzling. A sight to behold. Her hands moved to hold onto me. One on the back of my neck and the other on my cock. She gripped it, and slowly rubbed back and forth. I groaned. Deeply.

But she needed to be punished. Spying on someone was not the way a lady behaved.

So, I pushed her back on the bed, grabbing onto her hands and pinning them to her sides.

“No moving,” he ordered. My hands crept up her body, caressing and roaming. My lips doing the same. I didn’t want any part of her to be untouched.

I felt her legs part, and I knew what she wanted. And yet, I was having too much fun teasing her.

“Good girls don’t spy on others,” I uttered and bit the inside of her thigh. I looked up to see her eyes squeezed shut. Her back arched.

One side of my mouth arched up, half smiling at her willingness.

“Not yet, Lady Branch.”

-✶-

A week had gone past, and Otto could barely mutter more than a few sentences to you. At first, you thought it was because he was ashamed. That you both should have waited. That it wasn’t right. But you didn’t think of it like that, so why should he?

The very next day, you had leapt from his bed, dressed and gone back to your chambers. Maybe that was the wrong thing to do? But you were confused. Surely, he wouldn’t want you now? The thoughts were dancing inside your head, holding hands and chanting that Otto Hightower was no longer yours.

In an almost supernatural sense, Sanah had appeared. Her hair a tangled mess, her white bedclothes slightly askew. She hadn’t even bothered to put shoes on.

“Why are you here?” You whispered, with no real reason to. Except that it was early morning.

“I had this feeling something was wrong. Why are you still in your clothes from last- oh,” she said and her eyes lit up. A smile appeared on her pale face and she went to grab your hands.

“No-no Sanah. Well, yes, but” you flurried about. Your hands firmly in front of your face. “I’ve messed it up!”

“Messed what up?” Sanah looked at you with great concern.

“With Otto,” you slowly lowered your hands and looked at your younger, married sister. She had grown up. No longer was she the little girl who used to tug Darick’s pants down in the village square.

She didn’t say anything but motioned for you to sit down on the bed. She did the same. And like boiling water bubbling over the pot, you let everything out.

“I don’t see how you’ve messed anything up?” Sanah said, with her head slightly to the right. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her hand had found your own.

“Well, he won’t want me now.” You whispered.

“Yes, he will.” She gave you a small smile and winked. “Anyway, Ormund wants to speak to his brother, and I know the exact reason why.”

-✶-

The sky outside was dark, and rain thrashed against the closed windows. Wind howled like a wolf underneath a full moon, and you knew the night wasn’t going to go as planned. Sanah had laid everything out for you, from how the night was going to go, from the very clothes you were to wear.

With a long green dress that had a plunging neckline and showed off your collarbones and neck. Your hair was curled, half twisted behind in your head. You looked every bit the Hand’s wife, well, the Hand’s … alluring wife.

You entered the room and felt warm. It was lit up by hundreds of candles, all burning at different stages. Some bright, some dim and dripping wax. It felt warmer than it did in the hall, and Ormund had his back turned, looking into the fire.

“Lord Hightower,” you stated, and waited for him to turn. There was a smile on his face as he saw you. A small part of him still found you attractive. But all his love was saved for Sanah.

“Lady Branch,” he took your hand and laid a light kiss upon it. He was just as tall as his brother, maybe slightly taller and he looked dazzling. That Honeymoon glow.

“Your sister will be back shortly,” he said and motioned for you to sit down. He himself poured you a glass of wine and brought it over to you. It wasn’t normal for a man to serve a woman. Even more so for a married man of such station to serve, anyone at all. But that was one of the things you liked about Ormund. He broke the rules. He didn’t care for such traditions. His father had painted him as someone terrible. A man without honour. But Ormund seemed to have more honour than most men.

You sipped and were brought back to ten days ago, to your sister’s wedding.

“This must be your favourite type,” you said and gulped a bit more of it down.

“Hmm? Oh, the wine. Not my favourite, but it is the strongest.” Ormund gave you one of his classic mischievous grins and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Sister!” You heard from the door and Sanah floated in, with Otto’s arm linked in her own.

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I miss you. I miss your goofy smile that made me smile. I miss your beautiful shaggy hair. I miss your kind voice. Your voice was so truly angelic. I miss your presence. The first time we met was so important to me because I knew you would become important to me. You don't remember it, I'm pretty sure. You never did your work so the teacher made you come see her. I thought you were really beautiful. The next time we met was when I transfered classes. I had to sit next to you and you cursed under your breath when you saw me. Sort of like I was a curse, but it was okay because I was your curse. You talked to me mainly because everyone picked on you for being chubby. I always thought you were the most beautiful guy. The first time we had a real conversation was when we had to work together. I asked you if you thought I split the cards evenly. You flashed that adorable smile at me and nodded. I couldn't even speak after that, no words would come out my mouth because you made me nervous. After that, they changed our seats. We got to choose where we wanted to sit and I sat with my best friend. Me and you didn't talk much after that. You would still smile at me. I left you and I feel like I hurt you or maybe I hurt myself. The last time we talked it was for a group work thing. Everytime someone would try to move on, I would stop them because you were scared to talk to my friends. You wouldnt tell them you were confused and needed more time for the work. After the teacher told us to go back, I said bye to you very quietly. Everyone thought it was weird that I was friends with you. I felt a bit embrassed so I said bye quietly. The next week, you moved back to Florida. I never got to give you a proper goodbye and I am so sorry. When the teacher said you moved back, I felt like someone had just taken out my heart. I felt like I was dying slowly. I can't even sit in that class without crying. I always look for you even though I know you're not there. Why did you have to leave?? I felt so happy when I was with you. You were never fake to me. All my other friends can be bitches at times but you never were. I hope you come back. I miss you so so much. I wish you could've stayed longer so we could've fell in love. I love you so much and you will never know. I'll never know if you love me too. I wish more guys were like you. I know you'll never read this but I love you, Aaron. Maybe I hope this message will find you even though you're miles away.

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18 - My First Games

Part 19

Victor's Daughter

@lemonluvgirl87 @virtualsweetsdreamer

I didn't get much sleep last night. I'm not sure anyone ever does when you might be going into your possible death. Sitting up in the bed my hair is a knotted mess as I bury face in my knees. I can see why Prim got nightmares about her name getting picked. But the scary part is I'm about to know the paironia my father suffers through. Three knocks on the door breaks me from my trance seeing my father come in wearing a grey long sleeve shirt and some black pants. His short hair is a shaggy mess with terror written in his eyes as he stares directly at me. We share the same expression on our faces. He plopped down on the bed pulling me into his chest, hugging onto me for dear life. Throwing my arms around his neck I let myself cry into his shoulder, clutching the fabric of his shirt.

"I don't - I don't wanna go!" I mumbled into his tear stained shirt smelling alcohol in his breath. He most likely got so drunk that he passed out last night. "I know baby girl. If I could keep you here I would." He runs his freehand through my hair, pulling away and wiping my tears with his sleeve. He reaches into his pocket unfolding a piece of paper, his voice cracking aa he spoke. "This is - uh from your mother. She left us each a letter- in case she..." I rest my head on his shoulder not needing to hear more of an explanation so he just started reading it aloud for me. "Dear my beautiful son or daughter, if you're reading this then it means I am not with you. I may have not got to watch you grow up but I had high hopes that you would be as strong as your father. I instructed him to watch over you and give the love of two parents instead of just one. This world we live in is dangerous and scary. But I believe you will be tougher than everyone else thinks you shall be. I love you, your mother Maya."

It warmed my heart to know that she thought I was going to be brave even though she didn't know me. A couple hours later peacekeepers escorted me downstairs. One hands me a suit to wear in the games. It looks completely different than the ones in the 74th Hunger Games. It's like made for water or something. Most likely tropical matching my father's game arena. Tying my hair into pigtail braids I run my hands down my sides until a computer voice boomed through the room. "Tributes head for the tubes." Sucking a lump in my throat peacekeepers escorted me downstairs once more. A woman stands in the doorway with an instrument asking for my arm as the men leave. "Give me your arm please?" Slowly raising my right arm she sticks a needle shooting something into it. I winced eyeing her nervously. "That's the tracker." She nodded pushing me into a small room seeing Celestia standing in front of the tube. She twisted the fabric of her shirt wearing her hair in a braid looking like Katniss. It has become a new obsession for most of the young girls.

"I didn't think I would see you again in this situation, Celestia." I breathed out watching her step up to me. She's gotten taller than the last time I saw her. She twisted her boot into the metal floor reaching down and revealing a knife from inside her boot. A knife that couldn't be any bigger than the tiny training daggers. "This is from your father. He couldn't come see you so he sent me instead. He sent me a message to give you before you go..." She trailed off slipping the blade into the hidden waste band of the suit. "Use this when you're alone and remove the tracker." Raising my brows at her I don't understand what she's going with this. "Celestia..." She raised her hand cutting me off giving me a stern look on her face. "There's not much time Y/n. Just know that when you're given the opportunity can you come rescue me."

The teck voice spoke through the speaker again making us both jump apart a little. Whipping my head up I get a nervous feeling in my gut, eyeing the tube. Once I step inside there's no going back. I shall be going to my possible death and it all depends on me. How well I'm good at killing people. "Ten seconds!" Celestia rushed forward wrapping her arms around me. I stiffened my back unsure at first but I slowly hugged her back. Resting my chin on her head picturing that I am hugging Prim, she always calmed me down when I was nervous. Finally we pulled apart and I slowly stepped into the tube seeing the glass slide closed. Celestia spun on her feet pressing her hand to the glass holding the three fingers up to me. "I don't want to be a Capital girl anymore. You're father works with the resistance and I'll join you soon enough." The tube starts to rise as I try to register what she just said. My heart beats faster in my chest getting blinded by the sun taking a minute to let my eyes adjust. All the tributes are on pedestals in a circle with the whole Cornucopia surrounded by water. There's a little gap we have to swim from here to the platform. "Let the 75th Hunger Games begin. May the odds be ever in your favor. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!" An announcer's voice booms through the arena and I don't dare pause, diving into the water remembering what my father told me. Don't get distracted by the scenery.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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cocoabubbelle · 9 months

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Watching “The New Scooby-Doo Movies” (1972-1973) + Thoughts

This series comes after Scooby-Doo, Where Are You?

I think the basic premise is that the Scooby Gang gets into a mixture of mysteries and shenanigans with various famous characters (both real and fictional)

Will I finally hear the long sought after “And I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for your meddling kids!” line?

Only one way to find out.

Spoilers under the cut!

PS. Thank you to all who have messaged me with different sources in order to watch this series!! 🥰

Also:

Seeing these messages right after I read a webtoon about a serial killer using social media to hunt his victims down (The Killing Vote. Highly recommend!) may or may not have accidentally scared the living daylights out of me before seeing you guys were just sending me potential Scooby Doo show links. 🤣

Episode 1: Ghastly Ghost Town; Guest Starring: The Three Stooges!

Fun Fact: when I was younger, I watched a collection of videos staring The Three Stooges, some of them starring Shemp instead of the more famous Curly! I thought they were both funny, but I feel bad Shemp had little to no recognition nowadays…

Is it possible to both forget the existence of and be nostalgic for an opening credits sequence? Somehow that is my current feeling.

King Kong, is that you?

Don’t recall Shaggy being the one announcing the guests with the title cards.

Man I missed looking at the background scenery. Flashing Lightning effects are great! Moving clouds are smooth! Analogous purple colors are gorgeo-! Oh wait, I’m supposed to pay attention to the Ghost Town sign, aren’t I?

Man this is hard to understand without captions. (Yes, even in my own language. Leave me alone.)

“Boy, are we ever lost!” “I think we took the wrong turn…er, about 10 miles back.” Well, that would have been helpful to know about 10 miles ago. Also, Frelma just because 😆

Is it me or is the art style slightly different? Shaggy’s face looks less like a cylindrical oval bean and more like a rounded inverted triangle.

“Hey look! I just saw a mirage!!” “At night???” Is Freddy’s voice actor different? He has a higher pitch than before.

Where did all of these animals come from?

Sign says: “Monster Ahead: 1000 yds.” Me: *turns around and walks the opposite direction.*

Random Giant Mechanical bat flies out of no where so that I am force-fed damsel-in-distress Daphne and Fraphne food.

Animation goof: Fred has the WEIRDEST expression drawn on his face while Daphne continues to hold onto him. (The latter part not a goof.)

T-Rex that is most likely an automatron is giving me war flashbacks to that time-travel dinosaur ride in Disney World’s Animal Kingdom. Though I will say I was the only kid around my age that didn’t duck into the safety of the seats when it roared into our faces 😁

Animators/Writers, I get it. You want us to ship Fraphne and have Daphne hide behind a strong manly man. But since you also put Shaggy there, I will elect to interpret this as Shaphne hiding behing the manly man that is Fred, so…😝 🩷

Scooby is part ground/prairie dog/mole confirmed??

Before the mysterious silhouette reveals our trio of comedians, I have to ask: are they the Hanna Barbera versions where they are all androids/cyborgs or something?

The Scooby Gang just watch and laugh at the Stooges flail around and try to stop the orangutan from escaping. Real helpful, I know. Also, Shag and Daph standing next to each other, so Shaphne (Am I weird for scrounging for my ship’s crumbs as opposed to the supposedly canon ship’s full course meal? Yes, yes I am.)

“HEY! AREN’T YOU LARRY, MOE, AND CURLY JOE?” Freddy, I know they’re short but you don’t have to yell out your question when they’re right next to you.

“Look, we need help!” Moe: “A psychiatrist could tell you that.” 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Animation Goof: Moe’s chin moving past his jawline. Also, Shaggy looking bigger than both him and Fred, but that could be because the animators are trying to play with perspective.

Ooh, an amusement park!

So the giant bat thing does not belong to the stooges. Early Batman cameo?

Animation Goof: Curly’s mouth doesn’t move as he speaks.

Tyronne the Tyrannosaurus Rex

Suspicious person peaking at them all through the saloon window is sus.

Frelma moment of the two of them grinning at each other and deciding for the rest of the gang there is a mystery to solve. A couple that plots together, stays together. 🩷

Rhino the giant mean looking employee of the stooges. Friend or Foe? To be determined later.

I cannot believe the Scooby Gang is cheerfully and loudly suggesting to the stooges that they FIRE Rhino WHILE HE’S RIGHT THERE.

Rhino communicated in grunts and snarls. Because of course he does.

The giant T-Rex animatronic —aka Tyronne—looks significantly different from its first appearance in this episode.

Shaphne hiding behind Fred again.

Sheriff(?) comes to arrest or escort the Gang away from the premises, but the teens conveniently ignore him to follow Scooby into the T-Rex.

Tyronne’s insides are much bigger than his outsides. Is this an animatronic or a spaceship???

The sheriff is not actually a sheriff, but the Stooges’ manager who goes by Amos Crutch. I should not suspect him to be the bad guy, but his name isn’t helping me assume otherwise.

Dingbat the little bat is adorable.

Curly says Dingbat goes into a frantic frenzy whenever Crutch is nearby. If that isn’t a head’s up for Crutch’s true nature, I don’t know what is.

Velma the first character to suddenly disappear from the gang instead of Daphne?

ANIMATION GOOF: Fred instructs everyone to go find Velma AS SHE IS WALKING BETWEEN HIM AND DAPHNE. Animators, what are you doing?????

Velma’s and my instincts about Crutch are proven right. Hello Trapdoor, my old friend~

Instead of splitting up in a way that includes the Stooge’s antics with the gang’s shenanigans, the animators and writers split them apart the conventional way : Stooges, Fred + Daphne, and Scoob + Shaggy.

Shaggy and Scoob attempt a coin toss to decide whether or not they try searching a creepy saloon: tails they go in, heads they stay out. It’s also a two-headed quarter.

Quarter decides for them via the combined laws of plot development and shenanigary and bounces/rolls into the saloon anyway.

Liking the effects for the cob/spiderwebs.

Coin falls into piano jukebox to play a song right when Shaggy and Scooby catch up to it.

Animators clearly having a ball with the keyboard. Also compliments to sound effects/music department.

Moe dragging Larry dragging Curly to the Cowboy museum.

Native American figurine placed outside of the entrance might actually be Crutch in disguise, or someone else we haven’t met yet, which brings up several questions.

Of course it’s a wax museum.

Animation Goof: Animators/Artists forgot to complete the cowboy hat for the Jessie James wax figure.

‘Wyatt Earp’ makes a move to attack Stooges.

When and where did Freddy get that flask of water?

Walking cactus from Disney’s Los Tres Cabelleros?

Passing-a-container-of-food-or-beverage-to-your-companion-only-for-it-to-be-secretly-intercepted-by-a-super-obvious-random-character-who-consumes-it-all-without-anyone-noticing-and-creating-a-misunderstanding-between-you-and-your-companion gag

Scooby sneezed so hard, he found a conveniently placed secret door to help move the story along.

I assume the orangutan escaped from his cage again.

Falling-into-a-large-container-or-pile-of-flour-and-get-mistaken-for-a-ghost gag

“What’s the matter? Haven’t you seen a FLOUR child before?”

Animation and Art style are not very consistent nor strong compared to the first series, but I will try not to be picky no promises if it gets too wonky for my taste.

Orangutan woke up and chose to be a troll today.

Shaggy tells Scooby not to be afraid of the massive and weird parade float-sized jack-in-the-box. I need a list of what Shaggy deems scary vs not scary.

“Well, I’ll be a monkey’s uncle!” Fun fact: Orangutans are technically great apes.

“This desert reminds me of a woman.” “Why’s that?” “It goes on and on and on…” 😑 (Fraphne if you like beligerent teasing/flirting(?))

Counting-on-footprints-to-get-back-where-you-started-only-OOPS-someone-erased-them gag.

Daphne has the sense to suspect that the random swimming pool that appeared out of nowhere is a mirage or hologram. Fred? Not so much.

Fraphne handholding. Also, Daphne’s common sense doesn’t extend to distrusting random man-sizes cactuses that appeared out of thin air.

Cactus man attempts manhandling but is caught.

“COME BACK AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN YOU VEGETABLE!” Fun fact: Cacti are apparently both a vegetable and a fruit (according to this site: https://wraxly.com/is-cactus-a-vegetable/#:~:text=However%2C%20a%20question%20often%20pops,plant%20in%20the%20world%2C%20Cactaceae. )

Finally we see Velma. She fell into the mines.

Three stooges nearby, as apparently are Fred + Daphne and Scoob + Shaggy. Since when did the latter four reunite?

Suspicious Indian Chief Figure drawn differently than earlier.

Stooges flee into the mine, and I am confused if the random black scenes are intentional or if the source I’m using to watch the episodes had a faulty upload.

Shaphne standing together as the Gang sans Velma try to figure out the source of the noise.

Crutch and Rhino supposedly in saloon bc ShaFrephne and Scooby see their silhouettes through the window. Color me suspicious.

What was the point of reuniting the four of them only to have Fred + Daphne fall through a trapdoor mere moments later?

Are the antagonists just the townspeople who want the Stooges and their contraptions gone???

“Scoob, have you flipped your fur wig?!”

Fred and Daphne reunited with/found Velma by landing on top of her back. Velma is the strongest confirmed again?

Shaggy’s response to finding out that the Gunslinger from Wax Museum is actually a robot? “The fastest short circuit in the West.”

Animation Goof: Moe’s voice commands one of the other stooges to put the brakes on the mining cart they are stuck in, Larry’s voice agrees, and Curly’s voice comes out of MOE as HE puts the brakes on.

Three Stooges reunite with Fred+Daph+Velma

Glowy special effects are glowy.

The power of Velma’s sneeze makes a rockslide in the mines.

“We’ll be [stuck in] here forever!” Moe: There’s no such thing as forever.” “There isn’t?” “No, just eternity. 🤪”

Frelma moment of Velma hugging Freddy from behind! (At least that’s what it looks like from her hand placement on his waist.)

The paint stokes on the background look really messy in some places.

Shaggy forgot to tone down his strength and accidentally launches the trapped Scooby from a well all the way to the mechanical T-Rex.

Okay why are Fraphlma being so weird and bobbing up and down while the Stooges do all of the hard work of digging a way out of the mine tunnel?

“Oh Shag!…Can you hear me?…” “🤨? I must be dreaming. That sounds like Fred.” “Shag?…Scooby Doo?…Can you hear me?…” “😳!THAT’S DAPHNE’S VOICE!! COME ON!!!” Look, how am I not supposed to take this moment as Shaphne when Shaggy hears Fred’s voice calling out to him from who knows where and assumes he’s only imagining it, only to come RUNNING when he recognizes Daphne’s voice calling?!

Animation or Editing Goof: The area around Fred’s mouth sure is glitchy.

I guess it’s possible for three grown short guys + three taller teenagers to stack three mining carts on top of each other and not fall as they stand in the top one. I still call shenanigans.

“Don’t move!” As he and Scooby try to find a way to help them out of the cave in. Moe: “ ‘Don’t move?’ Where does he think we’re going???”

Animation Goof: Shaggy accidentally reminds me he can do ventriloquism because he’s talking without opening his mouth for no reason.

Shaggy does the smart thing and attempts to go to the seemingly valid authority adult figures in town for help. Unfortunately, my suspicions are confirmed that the Crutch and Rhino figures we saw earlier in the Saloon are dummies (and I mean that in a non-insulting way; the figures are literally dummies.)

Animation Goof: Scoob’s finger flick powerful enough to knock one of the dummies over despite not touching it.

Unnecessary filler slapstick despite the stakes.

Animation Goof: Sudden shift in background implies Scoob and Shaggy are now outside despite no movement, no transition, and holding the same conversation without a break.

More unnecessary shenanigans. “Cut that out! You’re supposed to be thinking of a way to rescue Velma!” Weird editing that accidentally eliminated the rest of the party in need, or Shelma moment?

After filler moments of Shaggy pressuring Scooby to come up with a rescue plan, Scooby’s suggestion via charades to use Tyrone the T-Rex to dig the others out is the one Shaggy claims. #friendshipgoals everybody.

At least he gives Scooby the credit.

MOAR filler shenanigans, everybody. Tbf, neither of them know how to properly man a mechanical T-Rex. At least we see a figure-skating T-Rex.

Because the Stooges are the Stooges, only they get the honor of being plucked out of the dug whole by the T-Rex like a mother cat or dog picking up her litter.

We see non mannequin/robot versions of the Native American Chief and the Gunslinger. They look like they’re crooks. Was any hint of thieving foreshadowed earlier? I don’t think so.

Also, “Those darn kids…” instead of “You meddling kids!” 😑

Daphne holding onto Fred’s arm again in case we forgot we’re supposed to ship Fraphne or that she’s the damsel in distress.

Giant bat. Because oh yeah. That was a thing earlier from the beginning of this episode.

Artists and/or Writers of this episode. We already know you want us to see Fraphne and that the conventionally pretty girl is supposed to be clinging to the conventionally handsome guy of the group in fright/apprehension whenever ANYTHING happens.

Unfortunately for everyone, I watched these episodes from the very beginning, and seeing how Daphne was initially more plucky + her maybe accidental chemistry with Shaggy and Velma’s accidental chemistry with Fred made me biased 🤡

Broken T-Rex.

Grammar Error: Why does my keyboard think I’m typing T-Rez whenever I try typing T-Rex?

Animation Goof: T-Rex suddenly a lot smaller next to the stooges.

Indian Chief figure that was drawn differently at one point is explained via projector conveniently found by Stooges.

T-Rex is working again.

Is the guy dressed up like the Chief seriously named Geronimo?

Shaggy and Scooby drop an avalanche of rocks onto the Batmobile the antagonists’s getaway Bat car, so the bad guys are stopped via almost manslaughter. Yay?

Also, they drop them from who knows how many stories high. This makes them crash through the ceiling of the jail. Wowzers.

“It’s Crutch and Rhino!” He says as he watches the above unfold from a distance.

Also, the Gunslinger’s angular face is now changed to Crutch’s doughy one (and yes, the real gunslinger looked like the robot one up until the “unmasking”), and Native American’s skin is now as pale as Rhino’s.

The bad guys’ motivation was that somehow there was now uranium in this town. If Uranium was a mentioned plot point in this episode, it completely flew over my head.

Dingbat is now a girl all of a sudden?

Also she apparently detected the Uranium dust on Crutch and that’s why she acted weird, including when Curly was suddenly glowing.

I still prefer my original theory that the antagonists were the townspeople who didn’t like the Stooges contraptions and attempts to make an amusement park/zoo as opposed to the actual antagonists and their motivations, but the Stooges’ completed park/zoo does look fun and cute!

Look, the real sheriff!

Shaggy and Scooby are rewarded with Uranium and a superhero sandwich, which they actually share this time (the sandwich, not the uranium!)

Day 26 of no “And I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for you medding kids!”

#shenanigans #scooby doo #scooby doo where are you #scooby dooby doo #the new scooby doo movies #the three stooges #shaggy norville rodgers #norville shaggy rogers #daphne blake #velma dinkley #fred jones #fraphne #shaphne #frelma #shelma

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imagines-babes · 2 years

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No Time To Die (Foolish_Gamers)

Hello sorry, I haven't been active. But I promised I'm still here. The ending kinda sucks I am sorry, I was stuck between two different endings. So I just stand by this end This is a mortal and god au. Lastly, the song is 'No Time To Die' by Billie Eillish. Also, this is over 2000 words

Foolish list Masterlist

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Foolish Pov

At different times I would wait for them. each time it was the same result death. I wished I hadn't met the first time but we were distant. That's what the Gods say. But I'm a God of Gold, Rebirth, Architecture, and where the sky and sea meet and worse I have lived for a long time.

In each era, I would watch how their attitude, personality, and looks change but their eyes and marks would be the same slowly adding another. Each death they had would add a mark and I only realized the 4th time it had to happen. It meant where they died. The marks would be like small moles or just birthmarks. Around their body for me is like a reminder of how they died. For them, they just watch their body connecting the dots wondering what it means.

This time they were in Greece. This is one of the times they were royal. Y/n Philips the High Priestess. They were will respect everyone rich or poor. Putting a smile on your face. Their dark hair and brown eyes. Those same eyes that I would fall for all over again. I saw them today near the fountain reading to the kids telling them stories about the gods and goddesses. Watching from afar. The small crowd of children heard their voices so intrigued by what they were saying.

"Honestly you need to get over them. This isn't healthy, Foolish?" Hearing a friend as I turn my head. "Well if you were in my position of being in love with mortal you would understand Karl. But you don't, you love two gods and they don't die. Also one involves fire and the other involves parties with a side of gambling if I might add."

The boy with brown shaggy hair with a palla of a shade of purple. Karl, the God of Time, Universe, Stories/Tales, and Messages.

"How's time?" Karl looked at me with a side-eye as I laugh. "Hahaha ask the boy who is the god of time ask for time." Another 2 more laughs appeared behind them.

Sapnap stood to the side of karl wearing a red chiton with white. Sapnap, the God of Fire and Fighting. Quackity, the God of Gambling, Revenge, Parties, Fun, and Opportunity

"Karl right you know you gotta stop this." I sighed. "How am I supposed to stop? Y/n is mine forever. You both understand it you three are gods you can't die. For me I watch them die over and over. Plus I am the God of rebirth so I see them even more so I follow." Sapnap pats my back. Hearing voices in the distance saying 'thank yous' Y/n finished the book as they stand up. I watch with a sigh. Till I noticed they are walking up to us.

Y/n pov

The children thank me as I smile and nod seeing some parents talk as well. Something caught my eye behind the women are four men. I haven't seen them before so I wanted to introduce myself. Feeling someone approaching me. "Hi Callahan do you think the children enjoy the reading today?'" I stood closing the book to look at him. He nods as I face him." Callahan do you know those four men there by the Parthenon?" He turned to see and immediately shook his head. To say weird is an understatement. Usually, it takes him a second to look at a person but with the three men, he didn't take a second or even a second glance. Wanting to question his action but I didnt wanna push. "Well since you don't I have to introduce myself it would be rude of me if I didnt." starting to walk toward the three it felt like he panicked so he stood in front of me and the three. shaking his head furiously. "What why can't I go talk to them? There is no reason why I shouldn't go talk to them." No words were written as I waited. "Okay, then let us go."

Foolish pov

"Why is Callahan with them?" Sapnap asked looking at me. "Because In every life. Callahan would be there for them just like me." I said watching them get closer.

Callahan, the God of silence and secrets.

"Hello, I don't think I know you four. Are you new around here?" karl shook his head well y/n scanned us. "You know everyone here by name?" Quackity asked and they nodded. "By name, what they wear, what they do for work, and how they act. I just like to remember things," They flash a smile, "I'm y/n and this is Callahan." They pointed at him as we nod. "This is Sapnap, Karl, Quackity and I'm Foolish." Pointing to each one then looked at me with a head tilt. "Foolish? Is that your name?" The question as I nod looking down. "It's different I like it." Hearing their name be called in the distance. "Sorry I must go but I hope to see you all later. at the festival" I stop them before they left. "Um, what are we celebration tonight?" They looked back with a squint in their eye. "You must be far travelers if you don't know. That fine Tonight is for the gods and goddesses. A festival to Thank each of them." With that, they left with Callahan. "Now we know what tonight is for mortals and the god and goddesses," Sapnap said.

Y/n pov

Hearing a knock on my door while I change" One second please," I answered walking to open the door only to see a box, Looking out of my room and turned my head to see no one, bringing it in to see one note.

To the High Priestess, Y/n Philips, This is from a present sent from above from Hannah the Goddess of Peace, Mercy, and Plantlife. Please wear this. It will save you from the challenges that might occur tonight.

Inside it was just a necklace in blue and red. It was weird because why would this godded choose these two colors? To me, these colors would represent another god. so I put them on walking out to see the festival begin. The colors were vibrant. The moon was bright like a spotlight on the people who worship their god and what they believed in. Seeing the kids run around playing games. while the adults dance with their partners. Looking around four men for this afternoon. Leaving a sigh Hearin the footstep as I turn my head to the side, "You know we have to stop meeting like this." A smirk appeared on his face. "Oh Punz you always find yourself to the side of me don't you?' Laughing at my words he hugged me. "How's the war?" He shrugged, "You know your father best and more importantly your brother, Sam." With that, I nod looking to the pillars and seeing them as I smile. Punz noticed my smile as he true his head. "I've seen you meet the newcomers." I turn back as I nod. "You know they didn't know what tonight was it was weird," Punz shrugged, "I should show them around bye punz." As I walked punz yelled, "Save me a dance tonight Y/n." I laugh at his action walking up to them.

Foolish pov

Walking towards the temple, my heart was pumping seeing y/n. My hands were sweating as I played with my fingers. "Stop stressing over tonight, will you? You will see them tonight they are important around here" said Quackty. Sapnap and Karl agreed walking up the stairs. "But what happens if tonight something happens and I have to wait another 100 years?" I tried to stay calm hearing the music. "It won't happen okay you have us here," Karl replied. I know it should've made me calm a little in reality it didn't one bit. Glancing around to see the whole city was here at this celebration. Then a yell saying their name caught my attention. To only see them laugh walking up to us. "Hi, I'm so glad you four could make it." Glancing at us then their eyes stayed with me. My head was in the clouds when they looked at me. "Yeah well this man," Sapnap put his hands on my shoulders shaking me a bit," Wouldn't stop talking about it, right?" Their eye left off of sapnap to mine as I just nod. "Well, would you want a to-" They object, "No but I think Foolish would love one We three are gonna hang out" They just nod at stare at them, "Well I hope you enjoy it and Foolish are you ready?" Still, no words came out as I put my arm out to see them linking their arm to mine as we walk.

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Y/n pov

It was midnight the moon slowly moved as the music changed. It was only the adults who were there. The dancing was slower as I looked over at Foolish and notices his features. The hair strand on his face as he tries to move it away as it just falls back. The smile he makes when something happens. It was like I know him. Like I thought about this all before in different lives describing all of him. My thoughts were broken from him shaking me, "Are you alright I thought I lost you there?" He gave a small chuckle as I did the same. "Yeah, I just-- Nevermind it's gonna sound stupid." Turning my face to the couples. Feeling a hand on the side of my left cheek to face him once more. "It's not gonna sound stupid I promise you." Feeling my face go red as I nod. "Well, I feel like I've known you before you know." He just stared at me with no words coming out. "Foolish are you okay?" It's like something snapped as he got up. "Dance with me?" He held out his hand as I took it in seconds with a smile. "Of Course.

Karl pov

"He did it, "I told sapnap and quackity clapping so they wouldn't turn. They were dancing. Twirling till I saw the necklace. "Hey, Sapnap that necklace y/n has does it remind of something." He looks around their necklace. "I don't think I do." I grab my book as I notice the words appear in someone's life. Sapnap came close bringing in Quackity to reading the words. "It's happening tonight, the war?" They looked over at the two. "We have to war-' Quackity stop his words. "We can't we weren't even supposed to see this. We can prevent this in the book." They both argue as I looked to see Foolish smile. "We have to warn Foolish and y/n,' They both stopped talking, "I don't want Foolish to be upset and wondering when he will see them again." A comet appeared from the skies. Sapnap saw the comet then turned to Quackity." We have to do this now we don't have enough time."

Y/n pov

He held me close as I smiled. "you looked very t=nice tonight /n" I nod as I looked at him. "You do too thank you Foolish." " Noah." I furred my eyebrows. "My name is Noah." Nodding." Nice to meet you, Noah." The music continue turning my head to see the boys talking while they looked at us. "Wanna go somewhere?" I moved away slowly as Noah nodded. Holding his hand as we walk to a garden with a fountain, seeing the statues of the gods and goddesses holding. "I know it's not a secret spot but it's calming here. right?" I turned to see him just staring at me. "Noah, why are you staring at me?" His face was red so I laugh looking at the statues. "You know i would like to meet a god."

Noah pov

My heart was beating when they said that. "What would you do if you did meet one?'' " Say thank you, ask questions." We stop in front of mine. My hands feel sweating. Ther looked at me. "You look like him?" Taking a quick glance. "y/n I need to tell you something.' They waited for the smell of burning to appear. Then hearing running. Karl appeared out of breath. I"We need to go," we were confused as the screaming started. Making y/n run to the building. Hearing the scream I was gonna run till karl grabbed my wrist. "Noah, you have to get y/n out of here and fast" "KArl what's gonna happen?" Karl just shook his head. " Noah you both have to leave Dream and Jack are back." Hearing the yelling i ran. The building was collapsing as i help some looking over to see Sapnap. "Noah we kinda need help." Bringing everyone out I tried to see y/n. The smoke was getting dark. "We have to leave now." "I can't find them" Hearing the laugh as Dream appeared. "It was such a good party now all their dead bodies.' Jack comes behind with y/n covering their face. Hearing the screams "Let them go back. " He laughs as Dream nods. He goes over to me passing flames. Dropping them into it. I was too late to get them. Just to hear their screams as Dream walked over to me. "This is what happens when you fall in love with a mortal." With that, they both left. Foolishly, tried to find water as the other three just stood there seeing his friend in denial. "Don't stand there just help me!" screaming to them, "Noah-" I stopped as they tried to reason with me. "I just got them back Karl." All he did was nod.

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“The talk is, your uncle is too long away.” Jon remembered the wish he’d wished in his anger, the vision of Benjen Stark dead in the snow, and he looked away quickly. The dwarf had a way of sensing things, and Jon did not want him to see the guilt in his eyes. “He said he’d be back by my name day,” he admitted. His name day had come and gone, unremarked, a fortnight past. “They were looking for Ser Waymar Royce, his father is bannerman to Lord Arryn. Uncle Benjen said they might search as far as the Shadow Tower. That’s all the way up in the mountains.” “I hear that a good many rangers have vanished of late,” Lannister said as they mounted the steps to the common hall. He grinned and pulled open the door. “Perhaps the grumkins are hungry this year.” Inside, the hall was immense and drafty, even with a fire roaring in its great hearth. Crows nested in the timbers of its lofty ceiling. Jon heard their cries overhead as he accepted a bowl of stew and a heel of black bread from the day’s cooks. Grenn and Toad and some of the others were seated at the bench nearest the warmth, laughing and cursing each other in rough voices. Jon eyed them thoughtfully for a moment. Then he chose a spot at the far end of the hall, well away from the other diners. Tyrion Lannister sat across from him, sniffing at the stew suspiciously. “Barley, onion, carrot,” he muttered. “Someone should tell the cooks that turnip isn’t a meat.” “It’s mutton stew.” Jon pulled off his gloves and warmed his hands in the steam rising from the bowl. The smell made his mouth water. “Snow.” Jon knew Alliser Thorne’s voice, but there was a curious note in it that he had not heard before. He turned. “The Lord Commander wants to see you. Now.” For a moment Jon was too frightened to move. Why would the Lord Commander want to see him? They had heard something about Benjen, he thought wildly, he was dead, the vision had come true. “Is it my uncle?” he blurted. “Is he returned safe?” “The Lord Commander is not accustomed to waiting,” was Ser Alliser’s reply. “And I am not accustomed to having my commands questioned by bastards.” Tyrion Lannister swung off the bench and rose. “Stop it, Thorne. You’re frightening the boy.” “Keep out of matters that don’t concern you, Lannister. You have no place here.” “I have a place at court, though,” the dwarf said, smiling. “A word in the right ear, and you’ll die a sour old man before you get another boy to train. Now tell Snow why the Old Bear needs to see him. Is there news of his uncle?” “No,” Ser Alliser said. “This is another matter entirely. A bird arrived this morning from Winterfell, with a message that concerns his brother.” He corrected himself. “His half brother.” “Bran,” Jon breathed, scrambling to his feet. “Something’s happened to Bran.” Tyrion Lannister laid a hand on his arm. “Jon,” he said. “I am truly sorry.” Jon scarcely heard him. He brushed off Tyrion’s hand and strode across the hall. He was running by the time he hit the doors. He raced to the Commander’s Keep, dashing through drifts of old snow. When the guards passed him, he took the tower steps two at a time. By the time he burst into the presence of the Lord Commander, his boots were soaked and Jon was wild-eyed and panting. “Bran,” he said. “What does it say about Bran?” Jeor Mormont, Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch, was a gruff old man with an immense bald head and a shaggy grey beard. He had a raven on his arm, and he was feeding it kernels of corn. “I am told you can read.” He shook the raven off, and it flapped its wings and flew to the window, where it sat watching as Mormont drew a roll of paper from his belt and handed it to Jon. “Corn,” it muttered in a raucous voice. “Corn, corn.” Jon’s finger traced the outline of the direwolf in the white wax of the broken seal. He recognized Robb’s hand, but the letters seemed to blur and run as he tried to read them. He realized he was crying. And then, through the tears, he found the sense in the words, and raised his head. “He woke up,” he said. “The gods gave him back.” “Crippled,” Mormont said. “I’m sorry, boy. Read the rest of the letter.” He looked at the words, but they didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. Bran was going to live. “My brother is going to live,” he told Mormont. The Lord Commander shook his head, gathered up a fistful of corn, and whistled. The raven flew to his shoulder, crying, “Live! Live!” Jon ran down the stairs, a smile on his face and Robb’s letter in his hand. “My brother is going to live,” he told the guards. They exchanged a look. He ran back to the common hall, where he found Tyrion Lannister just finishing his meal. He grabbed the little man under the arms, hoisted him up in the air, and spun him around in a circle. “Bran is going to live!” he whooped. Lannister looked startled. Jon put him down and thrust the paper into his hands. “Here, read it,” he said. Others were gathering around and looking at him curiously. Jon noticed Grenn a few feet away. A thick woolen bandage was wrapped around one hand. He looked anxious and uncomfortable, not menacing at all. Jon went to him. Grenn edged backward and put up his hands. “Stay away from me now, you bastard.” Jon smiled at him. “I’m sorry about your wrist. Robb used the same move on me once, only with a wooden blade. It hurt like seven hells, but yours must be worse. Look, if you want, I can show you how to defend that.” Alliser Thorne overheard him. “Lord Snow wants to take my place now.” He sneered. “I’d have an easier time teaching a wolf to juggle than you will training this aurochs.” “I’ll take that wager, Ser Alliser,” Jon said. “I’d love to see Ghost juggle.” Jon heard Grenn suck in his breath, shocked. Silence fell. Then Tyrion Lannister guffawed. Three of the black brothers joined in from a nearby table. The laughter spread up and down the benches, until even the cooks joined in. The birds stirred in the rafters, and finally even Grenn began to chuckle. Ser Alliser never took his eyes from Jon. As the laughter rolled around him, his face darkened, and his sword hand curled into a fist. “That was a grievous error, Lord Snow,” he said at last in the acid tones of an enemy.

Jon III, A GAME OF THRONES

Through the door came the soft sound of the high harp, mingled with a trilling of pipes. The singer’s voice was muffled by the thick walls, yet Tyrion knew the verse. I loved a maid as fair as summer, he remembered, with sunlight in her hair . . . Ser Meryn Trant guarded the queen’s door this night. His muttered “My lord” struck Tyrion as a tad grudging, but he opened the door nonetheless. The song broke off abruptly as he strode into his sister’s bedchamber. Cersei was reclining on a pile of cushions. Her feet were bare, her golden hair artfully tousled, her robe a green-and-gold samite that caught the light of the candles and shimmered as she looked up. “Sweet sister,” Tyrion said, “how beautiful you look tonight.” He turned to the singer. “And you as well, cousin. I had no notion you had such a lovely voice.” The compliment made Ser Lancel sulky; perhaps he thought he was being mocked. It seemed to Tyrion that the lad had grown three inches since being knighted. Lancel had thick sandy hair, green Lannister eyes, and a line of soft blond fuzz on his upper lip. At sixteen, he was cursed with all the certainty of youth, unleavened by any trace of humor or self-doubt, and wed to the arrogance that came so naturally to those born blond and strong and handsome. His recent elevation had only made him worse. “Did Her Grace send for you?” the boy demanded. “Not that I recall,” Tyrion admitted. “It grieves me to disturb your revels, Lancel, but as it happens, I have matters of import to discuss with my sister.” Cersei regarded him suspiciously. “If you are here about those begging brothers, Tyrion, spare me your reproaches. I won’t have them spreading their filthy treasons in the streets. They can preach to each other in the dungeons.” “And count themselves lucky that they have such a gentle queen,” added Lancel. “I would have had their tongues out.” “One even dared to say that the gods were punishing us because Jaime murdered the rightful king,” Cersei declared. “It will not be borne, Tyrion. I gave you ample opportunity to deal with these lice, but you and your Ser Jacelyn did nothing, so I commanded Vylarr to attend to the matter.” “And so he did.” Tyrion had been annoyed when the red cloaks had dragged a half dozen of the scabrous prophets down to the dungeons without consulting him, but they were not important enough to battle over. “No doubt we will all be better off for a little quiet in the streets. That is not why I came. I have tidings I know you will be anxious to hear, sweet sister, but they are best spoken of privily.” “Very well.” The harpist and the piper bowed and hurried out, while Cersei kissed her cousin chastely on the cheek. “Leave us, Lancel. My brother’s harmless when he’s alone. If he’d brought his pets, we’d smell them.” The young knight gave his cousin a baleful glance and pulled the door shut forcefully behind him. “I’ll have you know I make Shagga bathe once a fortnight,” Tyrion said when he was gone. “You’re very pleased with yourself, aren’t you? Why?” “Why not?” Tyrion said. Every day, every night, hammers rang along the Street of Steel, and the great chain grew longer. He hopped up onto the great canopied bed. “Is this the bed where Robert died? I’m surprised you kept it.” “It gives me sweet dreams,” she said. “Now spit out your business and waddle away, Imp.” Tyrion smiled. “Lord Stannis has sailed from Dragonstone.” Cersei bolted to her feet. “And yet you sit there grinning like a harvest-day pumpkin? Has Bywater called out the City Watch? We must send a bird to Harrenhal at once.” He was laughing by then. She seized him by the shoulders and shook him. “Stop it. Are you mad, or drunk? Stop it!” It was all he could do to get out the words. “I can’t,” he gasped. “It’s too . . . gods, too funny . . . Stannis . . .” “What?” “He hasn’t sailed against us,” Tyrion managed. “He’s laid siege to Storm’s End. Renly is riding to meet him.” His sister’s nails dug painfully into his arms. For a moment she stared incredulous, as if he had begun to gibber in an unknown tongue. “Stannis and Renly are fighting each other?” When he nodded, Cersei began to chuckle. “Gods be good,” she gasped, “I’m starting to believe that Robert was the clever one.” Tyrion threw back his head and roared. They laughed together. Cersei pulled him off the bed and whirled him around and even hugged him, for a moment as giddy as a girl. By the time she let go of him, Tyrion was breathless and dizzy. He staggered to her sideboard and put out a hand to steady himself. “Do you think it will truly come to battle between them? If they should come to some accord—” “They won’t,” Tyrion said. “They are too different and yet too much alike, and neither could ever stomach the other.” “And Stannis has always felt he was cheated of Storm’s End,” Cersei said thoughtfully. “The ancestral seat of House Baratheon, his by rights . . . if you knew how many times he came to Robert singing that same dull song in that gloomy aggrieved tone he has. When Robert gave the place to Renly, Stannis clenched his jaw so tight I thought his teeth would shatter.” “He took it as a slight.” “It was meant as a slight,” Cersei said. “Shall we raise a cup to brotherly love?” “Yes,” she answered, breathless. “Oh, gods, yes.” His back was to her as he filled two cups with sweet Arbor red. It was the easiest thing in the world to sprinkle a pinch of fine powder into hers. “To Stannis!” he said as he handed her the wine. Harmless when I’m alone, am I? “To Renly!” she replied, laughing. “May they battle long and hard, and the Others take them both!” Is this the Cersei that Jaime sees? When she smiled, you saw how beautiful she was, truly. I loved a maid as fair as summer, with sunlight in her hair. He almost felt sorry for poisoning her.

Tyrion VI, A CLASH OF KINGS

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