#in which cate tells stories

[francesderwent]

if anyone ever tells you being engaged is fun, they are lying

#in which cate tells stories

[thegirlyouknow]

If I have to read some hack say that c*te bl*nchett deserved best actress more than michelle yeoh, I swear-

#c*te bl*nchett is a hack and i hate her personally #no one believes me when i tell the story of why but believe me when i say she's a snob who looks down on middle and working class aussies #and multicultural areas which speaks enough for itself #anyway Cate's film was mid and Michelle killed #det er meg

[bloodynereid]

Reapers & Ravens

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pairings: jordan li x oc

tw: swearing (like A LOT but come on it's gen v), seizures, mentions of death, drinking of alcohol, mentions of sex, iffy morals, bad parents

description: the story of a girl. a girl cursed by compound v to live a life without touch.

a/n: so this chapter is a little shorter that the rest cause i tried to stay as faithful to the ep as i could! hopefully u enjoy the addition of vic's dad and some more convos and interactions between jordan and vic. lmk if you wanted to be added to the taglist and my asks are open if you feel like chatting :) also one of my wonderful mutuals (the same one who created gemma) helped me write a few of their interactions so writing credits to them as well <3

The harsh white light that illuminated the stairwell cast strange shadows on Cate’s face as she convulsed. It had already been over 3 minutes and she wasn’t stopping, Andre and I were completely lost on what to do. We couldn’t just call an ambulance - we were in a restricted area of the school where a top secret Vought bunker was literally placed.

Then I remembered the incident with Luke’s blood, the way that his power seemed to have soaked into my veins when I absorbed the remaining energy in his cells. If I could control it, I could save Cate. Control over greed. Control over greed. Fuck okay I can do this.

Taking a deep breath, I looked over at Andre, watching as he scrambles to do anything and everything to get Cate out of her seizure. Goddammit. I start pulling off my gloves and stretch out my now naked fingers.

“Andre… I have an idea.” He looked up at me with pleading eyes but then he realized that my hands were uncovered.

“What- Vic, you know what don’t tell me, just do it.” I nodded and inched my hands closer and closer to Cate’s convulsing face.

“You need to be prepared to pull me away if I can’t stop myself.”

“Wha-” Before Andre could finish his exclamation my fingertips shakily laid on top of Cate’s forehead. As soon as I felt her energy start entering my body I wrenched my hand away and took a deep breath. I could feel everyone’s life force around me, even the ones behind the concrete door.

“Vic what the hell did you just do?” 

Ignoring Andre’s voice I focused on the foreign force that tingled in my brain. Unlike the cold fire that corresponded to Luke’s powers this sort of felt like spicy chocolate. Sweet but also imbued with something peppery.

I focused the power on my hands. I delicately placed them again on Cate’s face, this time I didn’t feel any of her life force seeping through. Only human skin. Oh wow so that’s what it felt like.

“Stop Cate. Relax.” Once the words left my mouth Cate stopped spasming and the spicy chocolate feeling left my brain, suddenly replaced by a rush of my power which instantly started to absorb her life force. I jerked my hands away and rubbed my wrists. I did it. I actually did it.

“Oh my god Vic, what the fuck?” I blinked up at Andre and pulled on my gloves, taking extra time to do up the clasp.

“I- I don’t know Andre. Something happened when Luke’s blood hit my body and I took a chance.”

Andre opened his mouth to respond, thankfully his eyes didn’t seem to hold anger, just a whole lot of confusion and something like… awe but then Cate let out a loud groan.

“Uh guys?” My eyes left Andre’s and looked down at the blonde, she had a confused but weak smile on her face and her eyes were all bloodshot.

“CATE! You’re okay, oh thank god.” Andre gingerly encased her in a hug and a fragile laugh was heard in the corridor.

“Aww thank you I wasn’t aware that I’d been raised to the status of god.” I said with a chuckle and Cate looked at me with a confused look on her face.

“What exactly did you do Vic?” Andre asked while we both helped Cate to her feet, I unrolled my sweater from where it laid on the floor and pulled it onto my shoulders. Carefully maneuvering around the guards, we stealthily (not really) walked up the staircase.

“So you know how I told you ages ago that I never once absorbed a supe?”

“Yeah… what does that have to do with this?”

“Well, a few days ago when he umm died, I was sort of able to siphon some of his power from the blood that hit me. I don’t have any idea how I did it but if I didn’t do anything Cate could have gotten really hurt so I needed to at least try.”

“You two are literally going to be the death of me. It’s like looking Reckless #1 and Reckless #2 over here.” Andre said with a roll of his eyes but a teasing lilt in his voice.

“Oh and you’re one to talk.” Cate adds meekly, a teasing tone evident in her statement. I laugh slightly and make her lean more of her weight against my side.

Once we got Cate to her dorm room, I left Cate and Andre to talk. They had this tension between them that I very much didn’t want to get involved in. Then a realization hit my brain like a freight train. The fucking interview! Shit I had promised Jordan.

I twirled around in place and started sprinting to the auditorium where we had the shoot earlier today. My heels clicked hard against the concrete and my enhanced stamina helped me stay at the same furiously fast pace until I reached the doors.

Slamming them open with as much force I could muster (with supe strength it ended up with the doors being knocked off their hinges slightly) and walking into the now darkened auditorium. The only things in sight were not camera equipment, a talk show set or even any other people. At the end of one of the rows, I heard whistling and saw one of the school’s janitors mopping the floor.

I let out a frustrated sigh through my teeth and rubbed a hand over my hair. Pulling on a couple of the blonde strands, I twirled around and made my way back out into the warm night.

“Fuck!” I moaned out, kicking a stone into the green grass surrounding the walkways. I needed to find Jordan. I needed to find them quickly.

I ran over to the junior dorms, knowing that Jordan’s dorm was only a few rooms away from Cate’s. Pounding on the steel door, I prepared myself for the inevitable backlash my decision was going to result in.

“Fuck off.” Jordan’s voice seemed almost distant because of how muffled the door made it.

“Jordan look I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” I heard some distant scuffling inside before the door was unlocked and pulled open. There stood Jordan, eyes rimmed with red and in pajamas. Still looking as stunning as ever.

“What?”

“I don’t really know how to explain this without fucking things up but uh Cate and Andre needed me.”

“Oh really? So you just decide to go against your promises for a quick fuck?”

“WHAT? No, no. Where the fuck did you hear that? I didn’t sleep with them.” I frantically tried to explain myself, stumbling over my words like there was no tomorrow.

“Yeah sure.” Jordan’s face was now covered in a mask of annoyance and indifference, a sarcastic smirk trying to cover the cracks of her vulnerability.

“Jordan… Cate had a seizure, Andre was busy doing something illegal again and dragged me with him. Cate tried to help but she pushed too much. I was trying to help her.”

“Oh. Shit. Is Cate okay?” Jordan’s face no longer looked angry instead pure worry seeped through their pores, they instantly shifted with a soft pop.

“Yeah uh Andre and her are in her room.” I chuckled slightly but Jordan just rolled his eyes.

“Sorry for assuming I just thought-”

“No you’re good, I would have done the same thing. Probably would have blown up more to be honest. I should be the one saying sorry.”

“Oh it’s fine, not like the trustees would do anything different.” Jordan answered in a self-deprecating tone.

“Did Marie at least say something?”

“Oh no she was playing her part like a perfect little puppet.”

“God I’m really fucking sorry, Jordan.”

“The system’s fucked what can I say? At least we have the memorial ball tomorrow, I can try to get some sponsorships and stuff there.”

“Fuck right the ball. My dad’s supposed to be coming to that.”

“Shit I’m hoping and praying that my parents don’t show up. Uh do you want to come in?” A smile immediately blossomed on my face at their suggestion.

“You wouldn’t mind?”

“Nah come on in. It could be like our first meeting of the shitty parents club.”

“Oh do you have stories cause I have plenty?” I aaked as I shut the door behind me and stood slightly awkwardly in the middle of the room.

“I’ll give you one better, I have stories and weed.” He said as they held out a bag of gummies.

“Fuck yeah!”

I, as silently as I could, carefully opened the door to my shared dorm. The sun had risen about an hour ago and it felt like I was living the literal definition of ‘walk of shame’ even if Jordan and I hadn’t actually done anything yesterday.

Somehow I had completely forgotten that Gemma was an early bird so the second I stepped through the heavy door, my roommate jumped up from her bed.

“Ah Vic where have you been? Did you sleep with someone? Ooo was it Andre? Tell me everything.” Gemma said as she joyfully jumped up and down around me, before I could even take notice of her barrage of questions I realized that her hair had changed. It no longer was her usual shade of red instead it hung down her shoulders in strawberry blonde ringlets.

“Your hair? Also wait- Andre? Why does everyone keep thinking I’m sleeping with Andre?”

“Oh right, I got bored last night but come on! Tell me what happened. And I don’t know you guys just have this vibe.”

“We do not! I think we’re going to need all morning for me to clarify the fact I’m very much not sleeping with Andre.”

“I don’t have any classes and I’m pretty sure you don’t either so stop making me wait.”

“Alright, alright.” I let out a laugh at her contagious joy and spent the next hour discussing every minute of last night’s adventures, even the illegal bits.

After our little catch up, I decided to get changed out of my day old clothes and finally get some softer gloves on my hands. When I had inevitably crashed on Jordan’s bed last night, I wasn’t able to change into my usual pair of sleep gloves. So after having leather on my hands for more than 24 hours I was more than glad to welcome the feeling of soft and pillowy cotton.

Once I had put on a whole new outfit and washed my face I felt like an actual person again. The soft sheets crumpled around my body as I readjusted my reading position. In front of my eyes stood the text of a psychology book on conspiracy theories. It was actually pretty interesting and so far removed from my usual school readings that the world around me just disappeared for a little while.

Unfortunately, my little moment of solitude was disturbed by our dorm room’s door flinging open and as I turned to look at who the intruder was I recognized her to be Emma. Emma who hadn’t even realized I was there so she just kind of threw herself onto Gemma’s bed. Since the divider to our room stopped me from being able to see what was going on I just decided to rely on my senses. Closing my eyes, I blindly shut the book and focused.

“Gemma, I- fuck I need you to shift into me.”

“Uh okay sure?” 

A second later I hear sounds of kissing and my mouth drops, oh OH shit. The sounds of moaning and whimpering seemed to start increasing in volume and I realized I probably should leave. Two sets of loud moans made me make up my mind instantly. Yup definitely leaving.

As silently as I could, I grabbed my books, iPad, headphones and phone before shoving them into my canvas bag. I also put an extra pair of gloves, purple this time, in case they were needed for whatever reason.

Tiptoeing my way over to the door, I risked a glance at the couple with a slight smile on my face. Gemma deserved the fucking world and hopefully Emma would be able to provide some of it. I twisted the knob of the door and just as I stepped through the door I turned back one last time.

“Wear protection!” I said with a teasing lilt in my voice and let the door slam close as a loud ‘fuck’ echoed through the hallway.

Group Chat with Cate, J, A.A. & Luke

Me: anyone free?

don’t have classes until the afternoon

i’m boredddd

J: can’t

got some stupid essay i need to do for a fucking extra branding seminar about lunchboxes

Me: lol what

why r u taking that?

J: fuck if i know

it’s mandatory supposedly

Cate: WHAT

no it’s not

who told u that?

also vic i’m free meet me @ the tables outside the caf

Me: k omw

J: ITS NOT MANDATORY?

fuck that little fuck louis

A.A.: really?

u trusted louis?

J: he’s my academic advisor u bitch

ofc i trusted him

Laughing, I locked my phone and tried to spot Cate at the tables. My eyes caught hers at one of the end tables and she waved with a smile on her face, urging me to join her.

“Hi. It’s good to see you’re doing better.” I said once I put my bag down on one of the benches and got a good look at the blonde. She looked absolutely radiant today, clad in a sage green blazer and dangling pearl earrings.

“Yeah, thanks for that. You quite literally saved my life.”

“Hey that’s what friends are for right?” I asked as I laid my gloved hand over hers. She smiled and tugged a flyaway strand of her hair away from her face.

“Of fucking course, now tell me all about what happened with Jordan last night.”

“How did you know?”

“I have my sources.” She says in a sing-song voice as a smirk paints her face. I huff out a laugh and shake my head fondly.

“Fine, keep your secrets but… you have to tell me everything that happened with Andre.”

“Deal.”

Cate and I talked for what seemed like hours (in the best way possible) and we ended up ordering lunch. A pasta dish that was probably one of the best things I had ever tasted.

“Vicky, I didn’t realize you had already made some friends.” The familiar voice made my spine seize up and goosebumps appear on my arms, and not the fun kind. Cate’s mouth had dropped open as I swiveled around to look directly at my dad’s hazel eyes.

“Hey dad.”

“Kiddo! Come on, give me a hug.” He had a wide smile on his face, he looked genuinely happy - not buzzed happy. That was probably one of the only reasons why I actually decided to hug him. After he left me out of a slightly too tight embrace, he looked towards Cate and smiled.

“Oh right dad, meet Cate Dunlap. Cate, meet my dad.”

“Uh hello Mr. Oaks or uh Frostbite, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” She said, politely offering her gloved hand.

“Nice to meet you as well Cate. These are beautiful gloves, similar powers to my daughter then?”

“Uh kind of, I can mind control people using my hands.” Dad’s eyes widened as he whistled appreciatively.

“Wow, now that’s a cool power. If you can excuse us, I need to pull my beautiful daughter away for a bit. We have a fitting.” Right, the memorial gala. Ugh. 

“Yeah sure. I’ll see you there.” Cate quickly encased me in a hug and then leaned close to my ear, “I forgot how hot your dad was.”

“Cate!” An outraged gasp left my mouth as she just laughed while she walked in the direction of her dorm.

“Well isn’t she a charmer?” He was watching her walk away with a smirk on his face causing my mouth to turn into a disgusted sneer.

“Dad, really? I told you I had a rule about my friends, plus you’re like decades older than her.”

“I know, sweetheart. Come on, I found the perfect dress to match my suit. After your little interview stunt you’re going to need all the help you can get to stay in the top 10.”

“Yeah dad, I get it.” 

I rubbed my temples as we made our way to one of the many cars that are in dad’s collection. This one was an Aston Martin DB5, the James Bond car. It was a wrap gift from one of Vought’s many rip off movies my dad starred in, he had gotten to play James Bond-type for 3 movies and somehow managed to still get roles.

My heels sunk into the plush of the red carpet, flashes of the many cameras seemed to permeate my eyes and kept me changing my poses. I was wearing a beautiful sleeveless dress that made me seem like I was floating. The folds of bluish gray mixed perfectly with the pearly white, even my gloves were designed specifically to complement this outfit.

Sometimes you had to give my dad some credit, he did have an eye for fashion. He stood next to me with an open white shirt and steely gray suit. Once I had done enough solo posing I skipped my way over to dad and gave him a one armed hug, painting on a cheerful smile for the cameras. I was careful not to let any exposed skin near his hand because that would be bad… not for me but for literally everyone else.

It was like the cameras exploded, so many flashes were now directed towards us that it was blinding. I endured it for another minute before thankfully dad dragged into the ball… where we were greeted by even more cameras. I adjusted the ribbon that dad insisted I wear and gave a little smirk to the cameras. Dad walked next to me until finally the cameras focused on Marie and the dean behind us. Now that was a weird pair.

“Good job sweetheart. You ready to mingle?”

“Are you?”

“Always.” He flashed me his politician smile and quickly grabbed two glasses of champagne before handing me one and moving towards a group of old white guys, the trustees probably.

I took a sip of champagne and looked around the room, spying quite a few familiar faces before I landed on Gemma’s, she was standing off to the side with a glass of water - staring out into the sea of people with a thoughtful look on her face.

I weaved my way through all the trustees and potential donors until I finally sidled up next to her and offered the glass of champagne in my hand.

“You look like you need this more than I do.” Gemma jumped slightly at the sound of my voice and turned to look at me.

“Shit you scared me. Ooo champagne thank you.” She passed me her water and then proceeded to down the entire flute in one go.

“Okay wow, what is going on?”

“Nothing. You look incredible by the way.”

“You do too,” I looked down at her impeccable suit, it had bubbled sleeves and a sheer patterned shirt under the white blazer, “but there is clearly something up. Come on, you know I’ll probably just ridicule you slightly and not actually judge you for it.”

“So you know how I slept with Emma…”

“Yes? I was there for like the first bit of it.” She cringed back for a second and took back her glass of water, taking a sip before she continued with her admission.

“I don’t think I can actually have a serious relationship with her.” Oh okay wow, heavy topics already and I had only had a sip of champagne.

“Okay do you mind if I ask why? You know I support you in anything you might choose.”

“Well… she’s really hot and sweet and so goddamn nice but I can only see us that way in the short term. I was able to help with the whole video thing and I’m actively trying to help her realize how fucking incredible she is but I don’t think we would be good together.”

“Gem, for the short time that I’ve known you, you are quite literally the most selfless person ever. That’s really fucking rare for people like us so if you feel like this is something that is going to help you then I think you need to choose it. Keep being friends with Emma and have fun but do what you need to do.”

“Yeah, I just don’t feel like I’m at a point in my life where I can be a serious girlfriend. I literally just made it to university and everything is already pretty fucking insane. We talked about it a lot... afterwards. Emma knew that I was happy to help her get through this and to learn to love herself - a bit literally I guess - but we both decided that she needed an actual partner and not a shapeshifting fuckbuddy therapist. She needs someone that is going to be there for her in ways I can’t. I just… I feel like I change too much. ”

“Woah hey, you’re perfect how you are but honestly I agree with you, getting into a serious relationship right now might actually mess up everything else so I’m glad that you actually know what is good for you. I’m so fucking proud of you Gem, and it’s good you talked about this with Emma so now you’re both on the same page and weird shit won’t go down.”

“Aww stop it. We’re going to make each other cry and our makeup will get all kinds of fucked up.” I laughed wetly and pulled her into a hug, gingerly maneuvering so none of my very exposed skin was touching hers. The single problem that this dress had was that I could literally kill anyone instantly.

“VICKY! Darling get over here, look who I found.” Gemma and I both turned to look in the direction of the voice that just shouted my name. My dad was standing next to Andre and his dad and was frantically waving me over.

“Your dad?”

“My dad. I’ll talk to you later okay?”

“Yeah thanks for checking up on me. I think I really needed that.”

“Anytime.” I smiled at her and then started making my way over to the little group, dropping off the champagne flute on a passing waiter’s tray.

“Hey dad, Mr. Anderson. Good to see you again.”

“You too Victoria. You look absolutely beautiful tonight, as always. Doesn’t she Andre?”

“Hmm yeah Vic, you look incredible. The color really looks good on you.”

“You have to thank dad for that one, he picked out the entire thing.”

“Aww Vicky you give too much credit to your old man, I have way too many designer friends that were happy to finally design something for you.”

“Right, Adrian - you and I have some catching up to do. Let’s leave the bright young heroes of tomorrow to mingle.”

“Yes, let’s see if they’re serving any of that top shelf whisky.” I heard their chuckles as the pair walked off towards the bar and I turned to Andre.

“So… you and Cate huh?”

“Fuck off.” He answered with a laugh clearly slipping into his voice as we started making rounds around the groups of trustees. Better to be a united front against these people.

I grabbed two glasses of champagne and made my way out of the main reception. There were too many people and everyone’s clothes kept brushing against my naked arms. All I wanted to do was grab someone’s exposed hand and take away every inch of their life force just to feel a little less staticky. So I thought that the next best thing was to absorb any and all of the plant life outside the building.

Sitting down on the stone steps I pulled off one of my gloves and eased my fingertips into the soil. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and focused. The little pulses of the underground root systems started to sing against my power, each cell produced enough energy that after a few minutes the static that filled my mind faded away. I dusted off my hand and pulled my glove back on and was about to head back into the hall when I heard some leaves rustling.

“Uh, is anyone out there?”

“You know if this was a horror movie you would definitely be dead right now.” Jordan’s unmistakable voice rang out into the night making let out a laugh.

“Aww don’t kill me Jordan, I want to make it to season 2.” Jordan walked out from behind one of the bushes and ran a hand through their hair. It made her look so fucking good that it should be a criminal offence.

“Of course you like Scream. What are you doing out here?” They asked as they took a seat next to me and grabbed one of the champagne glasses, shifting as their mouth made contact with the rim of the glass.

“Killing some plants and trying to get away from all the people. Why are you out here?” I took a sip from my own glass and leaned back so my elbows made contact with the cold concrete floor.

“Trying to get away from my parents. They’re just so fucking frustrating, like I know they’re trying but I’m not just their son. Fuck you really don’t want to hear this.” Just as they were about to get up, I extended my hand and grabbed her forearm.

“Hey look, I do want to hear about it. You don’t need to pretend everything is perfect all the fucking time cause it’s not.”

“I- yeah thanks. I just don’t want to be too much and we literally just met.”

“Hey! We got high and have gone through more trauma than most people have in their lifetimes. I think we’re bonded for life now.” He lets out a chuckle and traces a hand over my gloves. A giddy little smile appears on my face.

“Yeah I guess we are.” His eyes level up with mine and something softens in them, they are about to open their mouth again when I hear a loud shout from inside.

“Vicky!” Fucking hell not again.

“Seems like someone is calling you.”

“Yeah my dad is having fun showcasing me like a prize trophy to all the trustees. We’ll talk later?”

“Definitely.” They switch with a pop and extends their hand. My leather gloves stop the contact from feeling too intimate but it still felt like sparks were extending all over my body.

“Vicky!”

“Fuck, see you in a bit.” I blow them a kiss as I dash inside searching the crowd for my dad, once he sees me he points at the people next to him with a smile and mouths: ‘trustees’. Great, just perfect.

I leaned my head against the cold bar top, the dean’s speech had grated my already raw nerves and dad had almost started giving me an entire lecture on why I should have been up there with Marie. I was happy for her truly, but this whole situation was fucked.

“Oh wow you two look rough.” Cate’s voice made me look up from my position on the bar to see that Jordan had silently joined my side and was downing a glass of champagne. 

“I hate this.”

“What happened to you?”

“Parents.”

“Dad.” I said at the same time as Jordan and we sent each other empathetic looks.

“Say no more.” Cate took off her glove in a swift move and pressed her fingers to the bartender’s hand. “Vodka. The expensive shit you save for the big swinging dicks. Oh and three glasses.”

I got up from my position and smiled gratefully, grabbing the extra glass I followed the duo over to one of the more secluded sections of the room. We spent the next few minutes, while everyone pretended to give a single fuck about Brink, steadily downing multiple shots of vodka and talking about campus gossip and the latest shitty show Vought had put out.

“Hey Moreau.” I turned to look in the direction that Jordan had directed her spiteful tone at, there stood Marie, looking stunning in that red dress. As their argument progressed I silently poured myself another shot (if you could even consider it a shot) of vodka.

“I didn’t know I had powers until my first period… I couldn’t control the blood so it sliced right through my mom’s body. My dad came, same deal.” My heart dropped, holy shit - and I thought my situation was bad.

“Fucking hell.” I said I took a sip of my glass.

“Yeah so if you can excuse me, I have just spent the entire night being dragged around like a fucking showpony.” 

“Hey.” Cate pulls up one of the seats to the table and pats the cotton cushion.

“My family and I were on a camping trip, my little brother kept kicking at my shins. I didn’t know about my power so I grabbed him by the arm and told him to go away and never come back. He did just that - they sent out search parties and everything but… we never found him. My mom never touched me again. Neither did my dad.” I swallow dryly and move a drop of condensation along the rim of my glass. Why the hell would Vought do this to us? Greed probably. It’s always about greed and power.

“I had no idea. I’m so sorry.” Marie stuttered out and I cleared my throat.

“It’s not your fault. Your parents gave you a dangerous drug as a baby to make a buck off you-”

“No, no they weren’t like that.”

“Yes they were, they did this. You didn't, so don't you spend a second crying over them.”

“I- uh. I know the official story is that my mom died giving birth to me and that I got my powers much later but umm that didn’t exactly happen. I don’t remember it much because supposedly I was just a few days old but she touched my hand while singing me to sleep one night. My dad puts on a show for everyone most of the time. He expects perfection because that’s the only way he can cope with the literal murderer of his wife living under his roof.” 

I felt a tear slip from my eyes and wiped it away quickly as the entire group just looked at with guilt in their eyes. 

“So yeah there’s my little sob story. I still feel responsible even if dad gave me these godforsaken powers, which fucking sucks.” I laughed wetly and took a swig of vodka, letting the burning sensation cloud my thoughts.

“Vic, holy shit. I’m so fucking sorry.” Cate rubbed my shoulder and I smiled at the feeling of warmth that radiated from her gloves against my skin.

“You know… I killed my grandpa with my powers.” I turned to look at Jordan who was staring at me with a neutral expression on their face.

“No you didn’t.” Cate responded.

“Yeah I know… I was just feeling left out.” I let out a loud snort and covered my face with my glove as I continued to giggle. Jordan smirked at me and nudged their pinky against mine.

“Hey… umm guys - I fucked up.” Andre said as came up to the table, panic clearly showing in his eyes.

“Andre…” I started, a clearly annoyed tone seeping into my voice.

“What did you do?”

“It’s about her roommate.”

“Emma?”

“Who the fuck is Emma?”

“Andre…” I repeated as I realized what he had done. Oh no.

“I think she’s stuck.”

“You didn’t.”

“Where? Where is she stuck?”

“You know where.”

“Andre. You promised.” 

“Andre, you fucking idiot.” I leaned back in my chair as I uttered the words and closed my eyes tightly. This nightmare seemed to be never-ending.

links to the outfits cause i was bored: vic's dress but greyer, vic's dad's suit, gemma's suit

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✧ luxiem x gn!reader [separately]

✧ synopsis: how do you make your boyfriend shut up quickly? you kiss him of course.

✧ content: kisses, lots of kisses, somewhat suggestive? idk i just wanted to practice writing kisses.

✧ rule of thumb: please read my works as fiction related to the streamers, they are in no way real or connected to what the actual streamer is as a person - i write for the personas of luxiem, not for the person behind them.

✧ a/n: another excuse to see luxiem flustered because i live for flustered people they bring me the utmost joy.

✧ Shu has a mischevious soul. As nice as he is, he just likes to irritate you in the most harmless way - and this side of his usually comes out when you're speaking to him casually about your mundane life, where he has a tendency to interrupt you while you're in the middle of a sentence. Only giving you his cate like grin whenever you turn around to look at him.

✧ The harmful interruptions range from him just making the most random noises to catch you off guard, to getting physical by poking you on the side to make you yelp - effectively making you forget what you were saying. And when you turn around to glare at him you're greeted with the most innocent smile from him that just thwarts your anger - much to Shu's delight.

✧ And what better way to get back at him, but do the exact same thing he does to you? But with your own twist ~ Shu's not the type to initiate physical touch, but he doesn't mind if you were to touch him. So when you grab his hands and play around with it while he's talking, he doesn't pay much attention to it.

✧ He pauses for a split second when he feels your lips on his fingertips, but doesn't react much further. Continuing to talk, but adjusting his fingers so you could either continue kissing them or rub your cheek against them. Flinches and there's a slight stutter to his story when your lips travel from his fingers to his wrist - and it's there where his eyes finally turn to look away from his screen to lock into your own: "You okay there, babe?" you just hum in return - not giving him an answer which honestly just makes the sorcerer suspicious of your next actions.

✧ But he gives you the benefit of the doubt and returns to his monitor. His skin is a bit warmer now and he's very aware of the fact that you've started to move around a bit prior to before, but he ignores it. "Anyway, so do you think I should take a day off for this week or-" and then he feels your lips on his neck and the boy stammers through the rest of his sentence: "P-p-plan a full schedule-" one more kiss to his jaw: "W-week-"

✧ At this point even you can tell that his whole face is red, and your giggle is the last trigger for Shu to turn around to actually question your actions: "Did you drink something or-" but then you press your own lips to his own and Shu's mind short circuits. His eyes are wide open in confusion, but it's almost instict for him to return the kiss. And when he feels you cup his cheek softly it causes him to slowly close his eyes and rest a hand on your waist, pulling you towards him and rest on his lap.

✧ At this point you do have Shu wrapped around your finger. You can pull back a tiny bit and the sorcerer will chase your lips, the hands on your waist tightening. Biting his lip as a last gesture you pull back just as he whines, opening his eyes again to gaze into your eyes. You just smile softly, opting to trail kisses from his cheek to his ears: "Why-" "I didn't know that kissing you would be this effective on shutting you up," you whisper and Shu blinks, before the gears in his brain starts to turn and he goes beet red realizing why you did what you did - and the fact that he realizes in the same second that he would talk a lot more if it meant you doing this again.

✧ You know when the prime time is to silence this dear novelist? When he starts to undermine his own abilities and achievements. It's almost like second nature for this novelist that whenever someone praise him or his work he's quick to deny it or laugh it off as: "It's not that remarkable, anyone can do this with enough effort."

✧ And even if you were to interrupt him, he would just chuckle: "Sorry, sorry. I know it's just my brain being mean, but it happens you know? But your confirmation already says enough, dear," he will say, with the same reassuring voice, but at the same time dismiss your efforts.

✧ So what do you do? You give him a kiss before he can even utter the next word. That way you're getting two birds with one stone. One, you stop him from talking bad about himself and two, you make him see exactly how much you love him.

✧ So the next time you read out a particular tweet that praises his abilites and he starts to get flustered and open his mouth to deny it, you're quick to get over to his side, Ike being surprised by your abrupt movement and before he can react you're already giving him a brief peck on his lips.

✧ The novelist will blink in surprise: "What was the reason-" "You're amazing," you declare, staring hard into his eyes, almost like challenging him to say anything against you: "I'm not that-" another kiss, this one lasting longer, but still not long enough for Ike to reciprocate: "A lot of people agree with me on that statement," you tell him once you pull away, and Ike is too flustered to even form a coherent sentence: "I- I mean everyone-"

✧ You sigh, and Ike opens his mouth to apologize for making you irritated, but then you lean in again to kiss him, and somewhat Ike can tell that this kiss will be longer, closing his eyes and relaxing his tense body from the sudden onslaught of kisses. He can faintly feel your fingertips trail along his arm, but his mind is too occupied with how much deeper your lips press to his own. He can feel your tongue trace his lips before he feels your hand settle on top of his own hand, and he takes the chance to turn it over so he can tangle your fingers together.

✧ And that's when you pull away and Ike takes that chance to try and take a deep breath, but it hitches once again in his throat when he feels you pepper kisses down his neck: "W-wait, hold on what's gotten into you?" he chokes out, and you just grumble: "You're talented," one kiss at the bottom of his jaw: "Absolutely wonderful and praiseworthy," a kiss at his pulse which Ike jumps at: "You deserve every compliment said your way," one final long kiss at his collarbone before you pull back and look at him: "Understood?" and Ike can't do anything else but nod absentmindedly, cheeks still flushed red as he buries his face into your neck, but you can hear the slight muffle of: "Thank you," coming from the novelist.

✧ This is the standard way of you trying to even get Luca to pay attention whatever you have to say. Because this man will chatter away and joke and switch topics 10 times within a minute if you don't try to get his attention in an equally extravagent way as he presents himself.

✧ Like, even if you were to catch his attention, he would continue to babble exctiedly, but now he will direct the topic and his attention to you instead. And as much as you appreciate it, you just need Luca to shut up for a second to let you speak.

✧ Really, the best way is to honestly grab his cheeks and press your lips to his own. If you were to try to first distract him by grabbing his hand, he will just tangle your fingers together in reflex. Hug him? He hugs you back, even swaying back and forth because any form of physical touch with you is welcomed!

✧ So yeah, the best way is to just grab his cheeks, that's the first step to making Luca go quiet because the sudden movement of his face to lock eyes with yours is when his talking falters a tiny bit, opting to instead hum in question with his smile still intact.

✧ But the mafia boss will go real quiet, body even tensing without knowing when you harshly press your lips against his, the suddeness of it all making him take a step back for a second while he makes a sound of surprise - face quickly growing red.

✧ While Luca is indeed a mafia boss, he wasn't the type of mafia boss to indulge in that part of the mafia life - so his inherently romatic experience isn't wide. Usually when you would initiate kisses it would take a few steps to get him in the mood because if not - Luca is a blushing mess because he doesn't know what to do with any other limb.

✧ So you have the mafia boss under your whole control by just one simple kiss, his attention is wholly on you and as the great partner you are you lead his hands to rest on your hip as you tilt his head to make the kiss deeper. And when you finally pull back with kiss swollen lips and a victorious smile, Luca only blinks as a small confused smile paints his own lips, waiting for you to speak. "There! I finally have your full attention!" and Luca only laughs at how happy you look, leaning in to give you a kiss while his arms worms around your waist: "But babe, you always have my attention!"

✧ Mysta is talker, a ranter, a blabbermouth. He's every word you can come up for someone who talks a lot. And while he's tame on most days, he gets super talkative when he has something on his mind that's been on his mind every day. It could be a particular hard riddle he picked up, a certain situation that happened during the day or a game he wants to try and stream.

✧ So yes, he interrupts you when you try to tell him to be quiet: "I can't believe someone would find this riddle hard-", "Good for you baby, but Mysta I need-", "The answer was practically in the riddle itself! Why did people find it so hard?", "Mysta, babe-", "Oh let me tell you..."

✧ And honestly, you do love that side of Mysta. The bright glint in his eyes when he gets excited and the fact he can talk for hours about his passions when he kept so quiet before. You love it, but right now as you were trying to finish up this paper? Not so much.

✧ "Mysta-" "Ohh, there was this other riddle too, and guess what I also managed to-", "Oh but for fucks sake," that was your breaking point, and you turn your upper body to face your boyfriend who was still excitedly prattling away.

✧ And Mysta doesn't see the ticked smile that's painting your lips, but he definitely feels that harsh tug on his shirt and the hand that cups his left cheek. And he has a second to turn his attention from the riddle to face you before he feels your lips on his own.

✧ The detective gasps in surprise, and your tongue slips into his own mouth as you watch his eyes go from wide open to closing in pleasure. A hand rests on your thigh as Mysta just lets you do what you want, completely pliant in your hold.

✧ But he lets out a whine when you pull away, gasping for breath after the particulary long kiss and Mysta rubs his mouth as his cheeks go ablaze once the realization settles in: "I- you?" and you smile at him: "Babe, please shut up for like an hour so I can finish this paper and then we can talk, alright?" and Mysta nods, the commanding tone of your voice practically not letting him disobey: "Okay... But can I get one more kiss? Because, not gonna lie. That was hot."

✧ It's like a game for this demon. A game of patience to see how far he can push your buttons before you throw him out of the current room - It usually happens when he's all done with a stream and sees that you have yet to finish whatever you were doing.

✧ And normally, he's a patient lover. He's ful of patience - he's been alive for over 400 years after all, but there are just days when he just want to push your buttons to see how you react.

✧ And usually, you just glare at him as a warning, most of the time you just smile, and if a smile could truly kill he would truly be burned alive right then and there. The most action you've taken is literally kicking him out of the current room, and if he didn't move - you would move because: "I do not have time to play with you right now, Voxy."

✧ Today, instead of disrupting you with poking you, throwing a pillow your way or being a general menace, he's decided to talk his butt off. Because that's what the voice demon does best, talk. A lot.

✧ And he can see that you're getting agitated with how your clicks on the keyboard are a bit harsher than normal, how you're starting to shake your legs up and down and you're making a bit too many typos.

✧ So when you stand up, the chair screeching against the floorboards, Vox thinks you're finally throwing him out of the living room. But when you don't say anything but take a deep breath, the demon is puzzled. Usually by this time you would already kick him out, but when you turn around with an unusually calm smile, Vox feels a slight chill down his back. Well that's a first, both your reaction and his own. And you don't say anything, you only march up to him, settle down on his lap (Well, he sure doesn't mind that you do) and rest your hands on his shoulders.

✧ Without another words you lean in and press your lips against his - and Vox doesn't hesitate to sneak his arms around your waist to welcome this surprise. But it ends as soon as he bites your lips, something he usually does when he wants the kiss to go deeper. You pull back immediately once you feel that bite on your lower lip, pinch his side to make his arms loosen before getting up, bending down to cup his cheeks with a smirk: "I know you want my attention so badly, but why don't you be a good boy and stay quiet and then I'll play with you when I feel like you deserve it, hmm?" and boy was Vox quiet for the rest of the evening with that promise.

#luxiem #nijisanji #nijisanji en #luxiem x reader #luxiem imagines #nijisanji x reader #shu yamino #shu yamino x reader #ike eveland #ike eveland x reader #luca kaneshiro #luca kaneshiro x reader #mysta rias #mysta rias x reader #vox akuma #vox akuma x reader #not proofread #yes i spent most of my energy on shu and ike's part sue me

[franklymyqueeridontgiveadamn]

Queer Christmas movie recs

Breakfast with Scot (2007) An absolutely delightful feel-good movie about a retired NHL player and his partner reluctantly taking in an effeminate boy they are extremely not equipped to handle, and eventually becoming a family. One of my favorite movies of all time. Content notes: homophobia, sexism, mild violence, bullying, brief vomit, shitty parenting but I promise they learn their lesson.

The Christmas Setup (2020) The first gay Lifetime Christmas movie, and it's exactly what you'd expect based on that. Big-city attorney visits his hometown for Christmas, falls for his high school crush, saves the beloved local train station from demolition. There's a really sweet element of queer history involved, and Fran Drescher is great as the nosy matchmaking mom. Content notes: dead dad backstory, hilariously inaccurate depiction of computer algorithms.

Single All The Way (2021) Another home-for-the-holidays romcom with a nosy matchmaking family, this one with a fake-dating premise and a Black love interest. Jennifer Coolidge makes a good kooky aunt, and the main character's love of plants is very true to the queer experience. Content notes: infidelity (not committed by the main characters), looks like I didn't take notes on this one while I was watching so there might be more I'm not remembering but nothing too major.

Carol (2015) Oscarbait '50s period drama with Rooney Mara as a young saleswoman and Cate Blanchett as an older divorcee. I actually didn't love this one the first time I saw it, but last year I got an urge to watch it again and if you're in the mood for cinematic eyefucking it will come through for you on that front. It's a little bit of a downer, lots of homophobia and societal obstacles and ennui, but it's a very pretty film with a... maybe not happy, but at least cautiously optimistic ending. Content notes: homophobia, custody conflict, blackmail, mentions of infidelity.

Happiest Season (2020) I do recommend this movie BUT you gotta go into it with the right expectations. It was billed as a feel-good Christmas romance and it is not that! It's the coming-out story of a closeted lesbian (Mackenzie Davis) who treats her wonderful girlfriend (Kristen Stewart) like crap instead of telling her family they're dating, and you will come out of it screaming about how the wonderful girlfriend should have ended up with Aubrey Plaza's character (which, by the way, Aubrey Plaza wholeheartedly agrees with at 3:36 of this video). But it's well-made, it's really funny, there are a lot of good characters and good moments—it's worth watching as long as you know what you're getting into. Content notes: homophobia, bullying of an autistic-coded character, and honestly I think a lot of the shit Mackenzie Davis's character pulls counts as emotional abuse.

Tangerine (2015) A low-budget movie filmed entirely on iPhones, set in Los Angeles on Christmas Eve, centering around a day in the life of two trans sex workers of color. Rough and gritty, hysterically funny, a little dark at times but not tragic. Content notes: transphobia, lots of infidelity, racism/slurs, mild violence, drugs, one very brief scene involving the death of a pet (not shown).

#queer #queer film #queer movies #christmas movies

[astoundingbeyondbelief]

Kaiju Week in Review (January 7-13, 2024)

Hard to talk about the Monarch: Legacy of Monsters finale without spoilers, so if you haven't watched it yet, skip ahead to the next item. No flashbacks this time (time dilation aside), just our surviving heroes finally all on the same page to solve a seemingly impossible problem. The momentous reunion between Lee and Keiko got the space it deserved, although I was a touch disappointed that the obvious budding romance between Cate and May got shortchanged. And of course we finally got our first kaiju fight of the series, with Godzilla dispatching the Ion Dragon in a quick but ferocious battle. Fun to see this version of the character take on a low-stakes, low-power challenger for a change. I am routinely frustrated by TV seasons ending on cliffhangers (some of which are then never resolved), but they managed to conclude this season's storyline while setting up the next one, should they have the chance to tell it. Good to have some payoff to the Apex episode earlier in the series. I'm wondering if the series is planning to pivot to Kong now. Since Godzilla: King of the Monsters still hasn't happened yet, the Big G still can't make any public appearances without breaking continuity, which is quite the writing complication.

@bog-o-bones has blessed us with an excellent feature-length video essay on the history of the kaiju genre. Even for a walking encyclopedia like me, it was fun to have it all laid out so cleanly—the way the three genre pillars of Godzilla, Gamera, and Ultraman rise and fall in popularity, never entirely in sync and consequently keeping us steadily entertained over the decades. So many narratives about the genre in print are decades out of date and/or act like barely anything past the sixties was worth making. This one's up-to-the-minute and gives the seismic influence of films like Cloverfield and Pacific Rim their due. I have my quibbles (last-minute re-records accidentally omitted GAMERA -Rebirth-; the original Mothra deserved more attention), but I acknowledge the amount of works covered here is staggering and every fan would tell this story a little bit differently. Highly recommended.

IDW's biggest Godzilla comic ever is coming in May, a one-shot anthology called Godzilla: 70th Anniversary. It'll have nine stories over 100 pages, with the writers including Joëlle Jones, Michael W. Conrad, Matt Frank, James Stokoe, Adam Gorham, and Dan DiDio. (Some of these folks will presumably be illustrating their comics as well.) The solicitation doesn't offer many plot hints, given that scope: "From the American Old West to modern Tokyo and beyond, this collection features stories of the King of the Monsters fighting with its allies like Mothra, against old enemies like the terrible Mechagodzilla, and reshaping the lives of all who fall in its path!" I'm surprised they're not waiting until November—hopefully it doesn't get delayed into November.

Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire will now release in the U.S. two weeks early—March 29. It's taking the place of Bong Joon-ho's Mickey 17, which is now undated. I can hardly complain about being able to see it earlier, though the move comes with some risk, as it's now opening the week after Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire.

SRS Cinema has opened preorders for their Yuzo the Biggest Battle in Tokyo Blu-ray. Or is it Yuzo: The Biggest Battle on Tokyo? That's what the product page says, but on the cover the title's unchanged. Oh, SRS. Anyway, bonus features are scant: just trailers and something called "A Brief Introduction To Ishii Yoshikazu."

Here's the teaser trailer for Volcanodon, a short film from Taiwan's Creator Union of Tokusatsu. They're aiming to have it uploaded to YouTube sometime this year, and I'll happily watch it. Obviously low-budget, but it's well-shot and it's nice to see a kaiju movie outside of Japan go all-in on practical effects.

#kaiju week in review #kaiju #godzilla #monarch legacy of monsters #volcanodon #yuzo the biggest battle in tokyo #godzilla x kong the new empire #idw

[eds6ngel]

beth!!! I saw your post about Robin finding out that the reader is bisexual, do you think you could do the same except put Eddie in Robin's place??? sorry if i misspell a word, english is not my language 😅

of course i can honey!! and by the way, your english is great <33

warnings: fem!reader. pre-established relationship. pet names. swearing. mentions of homophobia. eddie being an ally. coming out. one mention of sex. comfort. fluff. both r and eddie are 20 [0.9k].

You and Eddie had been together since your junior year. You were both pathetically in love with each other, extremely open and no conversation was ever off the table. Which meant you allowed Eddie to talk about girls he found attractive, whether that be out in public or through the form of a celebrity. You trusted him with your life that he would never leave you, and coming up to three years going strong, it seemed that you were correct to make that assumption.

Eddie was on his third attempt of senior year, him afraid that his inability to grasp the education system would encourage you to leave him, but you did the exact opposite. You loved him to pieces, no amount of the flawed academic structure would change your mind about that. Even you didn’t take the formal route of college, your dream of becoming a writer meaning that no amount of student debt would improve the skills you had built up in your life. And Eddie supported your career choice, you spending your free time working on your latest book whilst working at a local bakery to help the Munsons pay their bills, you moving in with them shortly after you graduated high school.

However, there’s one topic that never got brought up, because in all honesty, you never thought it needed to be. You had been struggling to grasp your sexuality since you were a child, constantly flicking back and forth between men and women, society pressuring you to choose one, even if one of the options got you berated.

Luckily one day, you came across the term bisexuality, liking men and women, and everything fell into place. But, when Eddie would point out the hot women on the TV screen, you couldn’t help but shrivel up in your seat, knowing that you too found them attractive in the same way he did, not just in an admirable way like he assumed.

The constant agreements of “Mhmm, she’s pretty,” whenever Eddie would focus on Phoebe Cates would rip you apart, when on the inside you were screaming, “She’s the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”

So, when Eddie decided to rent out a movie called “Desert Hearts,” a story about a female New York professor who falls for another woman whilst staying on a ranch, your heart couldn’t help but flutter. You had an idea he was accepting, Eddie not making any fuss when two boys got outed as gay at Hawkins High, but this was your full confirmation that he had the same attitude towards gay men and gay women.

“I can’t believe this is what people have a problem with,” Eddie complains, “I mean, Back to the Future had Marty find his own mom hot, but suddenly two women falling in love is the worst thing in the world.”

“You don’t mind?” you ask, curled up to Eddie’s chest as he strokes your hair.

“Not only do I not mind sweetheart, I really don’t care,” he admits, “Like, why in the hell would I care if two women are kissing, or cuddling, or even sleeping together for that matter? It’s not my life, and personally… I get it. Like, women are hot, I understand.”

You slightly laugh, nibbling at your fingernails in nervousness as Eddie looks down at you, “Why? Do you have a problem with it?”

“No, not at all… The complete opposite actually,” you purse your lips and frown, “Baby, can I tell you something?”

“Of course princess, anything you want.”

You sigh out, sitting up as you admit your deepest secret that you’ve ever kept hidden from him, “I like women too…”

He remains silent for a minute, letting out a quiet “Oh,” as you don’t look at each other, the both of you afraid of what the other will think. There’s one thing saying it, but when you are faced with it in reality, you can change your mind. You trusted Eddie with your life, but there was something inside of you afraid that, that could happen.

“Well… I’m proud of you for telling me sweetheart,” he says softly, “I can’t lie that after all these years, it does sting a little, but I hope you find the girl for you.”

You brows furrow in confusion, before you click on what you said, “Wait, baby, baby,” you shake your head, chuckling at your own words, a sense of embarrassment flooding your head, “I meant I like women too, as in, as well as men.”

“Oh,” he exclaims, breathing out and letting his head fall into your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your middle as he laughs, yours playing with the hairs at the back of his head. “Jesus fucking Christ sweetheart, are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

He lifts his head up, you placing your hands on his cheeks, “I’m sorry,” you quietly say, “But, yeah… That’s not a problem… is it?”

He lifts his eyebrows and snorts, “You still like men, you still like me, so… I think we’re okay,” he smiles, chuckling and leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips, one that you gladly return.

“But…” he starts, “You know… if you really are just exclusively into women, you can tell me. Will it hurt like a bitch? Yes. But, in all honesty babe, it’s probably the best way to get broken up with,” he softly laughs.

“I promise you, I find both men and women extremely attractive. And out of everyone in the world, you rank the top of that list,” you flirt, Eddie slightly blushing as he presses a kiss to your neck, hugging you once again, the pair of you separating to shift into your previous comfy position.

“Okay, but now I have to ask,” he says, “Phoebe Cates is hot, right?”

You grin up at him, biting your lip, “So fucking hot.”

this was a lil short one, but i hope you enjoyed regardless!! <33

#eds6ngel #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson comfort #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson boyfriend #eddie munson x bisexual!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x bisexual reader #stranger things

[ddreamteamies]

Hannah also said that her friends cannot make mistakes. That tells a lot about her character. And let’s not ignore how she threw Sylvee into this mess and forced her to do extreme decisions.

Hannah is not a good friend, obviously from an outsider point, so Dream team didn’t lose anyone important.

And with Punz it was 100% a desperate tentative to save his own skin. He got 0,1% of the Dream’s treatment and still now he’s having a breakdown, and he’s hanging out with Cate, one of the most chronically online person ever, so not a good mix at all.

Same story with Hannah, Punz is not a good friend, because if you throw away one of your friends just to save your own skin in this way, then it means you would have literally done it in any moment.

Dream team genuinely needs better friends and I hope they have offline friends too because they deserve it

when hannah said something along the lines of “they’re not a friend of mine if they do something like that” before george even had a chance to tell his side was just… crazy. and so fucking disappointing because i really used to like hannah a lot

same with punz too i really liked him and it’s genuinely shocking to me that he did throw his friends under the bus as easily as he did. because he was also long term friends with them too :[

they absolutely deserve better friends. they thankfully have a good group of friends in the content creation world but i do hope they have plenty outside of that that also treat them well. and dteam also have each other which is super important

#ask me things #anon

[snotwebs]

“Sleepy Cuddles” - Robin x Reader (Part 1/2)

Robin Buckley x F!Reader Oneshot

Masterlist

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: You’re at your best friend Robin’s house once again to watch a movie together, and this time you feel brave (and sleepy) enough to get a little closer.

Warnings: None

A/N: Please lmk if you want a part two of this it’s just giving me such cosy vibes aahhhhh :D I love Robin so much I am begging to do more character letters from her on etsy if you’re interested in that

Read Part 2 here!

You stayed at Robin’s house most days. It was never really a planned thing, you just sort of ended up there. You'd be talking and walking in your own little world together and then you’d realise the destination you both stumbled upon, absentmindedly wandering upstairs to her room together as you did each day before. It was nice for you both, as you each enjoyed each others company more than the average friend should, but you were both worried to admit your feelings aloud. So, these sort of incidental hang outs were convenient, as you could both enjoy spending time with one another without having to brave the proposals and suggestions of arranging things to do together. Things just came naturally with the two of you; you were glued together at the hip and you didn't even have to try.

Each night you became closer and closer, both as friends and physically. Robin would talk for hours and you'd learn so much about her life and interests. In all honesty, you had no idea how she still had stories left to tell. You'd open up to her about all sorts of things that were on your mind and she’d listen with such an attention she could not direct anywhere else. She did however struggle to keep eye contact with you as her eyes wandered down to your lips as you spoke.

Then comes the physical closeness. Initially, your small crushes on each other acted as barriers to which you ensured a certain amount of distance was retained at all times. You left little spaces between the two of you when you first sat down on her bed, but then you spent more time together and grew to be more than comfortable. You hardly notice a leg sprawled across your lap, a head leaning on your shoulder. Your lives were so intertwined that your nerves were pushed aside, your instinctual desire to be close overriding the fear.  

You end up in this position every day; practically cuddled together watching a movie. This time, Gremlins. Robin had gasped earlier at the first signs of snow, and you couldn’t help but indulge in her excitement, suggesting a Christmas film. She squealed and jumped around before grinning and talking about Phoebe Cates and how much she wanted her very own Gismo. You bickered about the impracticalities of a gremlin all the way home, clinging onto each other’s arm to steady yourself on the slippery ground.

You looked to Robin as you walked arm in arm. She was your best friend and you loved her. You couldn’t help but think how gorgeous she looked in that moment; bright red nose and cheeks from the cold, wrapped up warm in a woolly hat and scarf. Her teeth chattered and she certainly would not let you go a minute without being reminded of the fact she was cold. You just wanted to get into the warm with her and cuddle, but you knew you couldn’t outright ask for that. So, you prayed to the gods and all above that the universe would do you this favour.

Finally in the warm, you sat on her bed whilst she set up the video. You thought about how you were sat, planning how you could get as close as possible to her without it being weird. Maybe you could do the whole yawn and put your arm around her trick, but was that too obvious? You didn’t want her to think anything romantic was going on, even though you wish it was, but at the same time, maybe you should. I mean, you heard the way she spoke about Phoebe Cates, you'd just never really considered the fact that Robin could like girls too. The fact that she could like you.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by a dip in the bed as Robin sat down beside you. She smiled at you brightly before asking, “Are you still cold?” You nodded, and she began to smile wider. “Okay, hang on.”

Robin sprang up from the bed in an instant, immediately on her hands and knees rummaging underneath the bed. You began to laugh, “Robin, what are you doing?”

When she emerged, she was holding a huge knitted blanket. “I've had this since I was 2, it's kinda coming apart but I wanted to show you some of the patches,” she smiled shyly. Robin then preceded to take you on a tour of her patchwork blanket with you both sat beneath it. As she spoke, your bodies grew closer like two lonely magnets. You didn't know when it had happened, but a noise from the film brought you back to your senses and you noticed how you were sat. Both of your legs were intertwined and you were resting your head on Robin’s shoulder. Holy fuck. You were so close you could practically feel her heart beating, and boy oh boy was it beating fast.

Robin adjusted slightly, wriggling further down the bed to be almost laying down. Her eyes were glued to the screen and you felt a sudden wave of bravery over one you. You were so comfortable and she was so perfect, you just wanted a tiny bit more. To be just inches closer you would do anything, and so you began to slowly inch your hand towards hers. At first, your fingers just grazed against her palm, to which you thought Robin barely even noticed, but then she began to move too. Whether she was aware of this or not, seemingly absentmindedly she began to play with your fingers. Running the tips of her own around your palm like ice skaters in the snow, tracing the outline of each finger as if memorising the curve of each joint, all the while her eyes remained glued to the screen, Gremlins still playing in the background.

You could no longer concentrate on the film. Your heart was pumping in your chest, bound to explode any moment. This could still just be a friendly thing, right? I’m sure all girls must lay under a blanket with their friend every day whilst watching a movie and practically holding hands... Right?

You turned your attention to Robin’s body, as you could feel her breathing quicken. Tilting your head up to meet her eyes, you saw beneath the blush and bitten lip and it hit you right there.

Oh.

Robin Buckley did not think this was just a friendly thing either, and you couldn’t be happier. You began to smile, there was no point hiding it. She looked nervous, trying so hard not to look at you from fear of fucking up or misreading the situation entirely.  

“Robin?” You began with a smile.

“Hm?” she asked, her gaze not faltering.

You giggled slightly, adoring the way her eyes flitted around the scene before you, concealing the thousands of thoughts she usually splurged out, but for now was holding back. In all honestly, you’d fallen head over heels with Robin, and she had with you, too. You wanted nothing more than to kiss her and be close with her as you were now for as long as she’d let you.  

“Hey, look at me,” you spoke softly.

She turned to you with wide eyes, seemingly afraid. You smiled brightly, reassuring her. “Are you, uh, is everything...” Robin’s words trailed off as you intertwined your fingers firmly with hers.

“Oh,” Robin whispered. You giggled at this. She looked so cute, the low light of the screen flickering over the soft features of her face. “You’re holding my hand.”

“Yeah, I am,” you giggled, “is this okay?”

Robin was nodding before you’d even finished speaking. “Mhm, yeah, yeah, totally. Totally cool, I mean, it’s okay, I’m alright with it, yeah...” A silence stretched between the two of you for a few moments, but you felt Robin’s muscles stiffen under your touch, still leaning into her body as you lay beside each other, hand in hand. She began again, “I mean only if you are, of course, I don’t wanna make you feel weird or anything.”

“Robin, I was the one who started holding your hand, of course I’m okay,” you laughed.

“Oh... Oh yeah,” Robin bit her lip. You weren’t quite sure who broke first, but soon after you had both succumbed to fits of laughter. Neither of you really knew what was funny, but you were simultaneously just so comfy and so overwhelmed with giddiness that you couldn’t help it. As the giggling subsided, you simply cuddled into her further, nuzzling your neck into her shoulder. Her lips were close to your forehead so she barely even had to whisper for you to hear her. Robin spoke so quietly, so unsure of herself in spite of her usual chatty self.

“Can I put my arm around you?” she whispered softly. You tilted your head upwards to meet her gaze once again before lifting your neck for her arm to slide under. You hummed in satisfaction.

“You’re comfy,” you murmured. The warmth from Robin’s body against yours, along with the steady, albeit fast beating of her heart, were lulling you into a comforting state of sleepiness.

Robin was stuck for words, butterflies exploding from her stomach and swarming every inch of her body. “I like this,” she whispered into your hair.

You hummed again. “Me too.” You were struggling to keep your eyes open now.

“Do you... maybe, do you wanna stay?” She murmered. “Like, stay the night? You don’t have to, of course, I can drive you home if you’d like. You just look...” She paused, unsure of her next words, before your thumb began stroking across the back of her hand and all of a sudden, she felt the bravest she had ever felt before. “You look really pretty, and like, peaceful...” She trailed off, watching as you offered a sleepy smile.  

“That sounds nice.” You nuzzled further into her neck. “You’re really pretty too.”

Robin brushed off her blushing with an awkward laugh. “Shut up, you’re not even looking at me, dingus” She spoke softly despite the teasing.

Your words were laced with sleep, “Yeah but you’re always pretty, Robs.”

“I am?” she asked.

“Yeah, you’re real pretty.” You had your eyes closed now, but you could picture her face perfectly. Eyes wide and lips parted, frantically searching for the words to say and overthinking every possible option so as not to fuck it all up. “I really like you... Like this...” you whispered.

And as you drifted off into the safest, warmest and most comfortable sleep of your life, Robin whispered into your hair, “I like you too,” with the widest, goofiest smile imaginable. After a few minutes of her laying completely still, ensuring you were completely asleep and she wasn’t going to disturb you, Robin closed her eyes and smiled before drifting off with you in her arms. 

Part 2!

#robin buckley #stranger things robin #stranger things #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley headcannon #robin x reader #robin stranger things #stranger things imagine #robin buckley oneshot #stranger things oneshot #stranger things x reader #maya hawke #maya hawke x reader

[imperpetuallylost]

hi lea!! what’s your fave maisie , phoebe, and renee rapp song? (the holy trinity of light blondes) <3

ok this is Hard for me i ended up picking two for maisie and phoebe because i couldn't pick

maisie - architecture or cate's brother. i recognize that those have wildly different vibes but i really love both cate's brother is so perfectly pop and it tells this whole story of falling in love that's just made up as a joke and i love it so much. and architecture is just a perfectly written song that sounds absolutely gorgeous and just completely breaks my heart i love it

phoebe - kyoto or i know the end. kyoto is just such a different vibe from all of phoebe's other songs but it's so so perfect it's a happier sound than most of her other music but the lyrics aren't any happier and also i support wanting to kill your dad. i love how i know the end progresses and the sound changes as the song goes on and how it just devolves into screaming for so long at the end which was lifechanging to just stand there and scream at the top of my lungs when i saw her at eras and the idea of coming to terms with something ending is so comforting but also heartbreaking and it's just such a gorgeous song

renee rapp - tummy hurts <3 i love that song so much its so perfectly all over the place and i'm just obsessed with "you'll make beautiful babies and raise em up to be a couple of fucking monsters like their mother and their father" like that song is just perfection

wow. that was a lot. which are your favorites from each of them?

#asks #moots

[mermaidsirennikita]

How do you feel about third act breakups? And do you have any favorites books with them to recommend?

When done well, I love 'em. Personally, I don't read a romance because I want to read about people just falling in love and fuckin' around without any conflict. I want to read about people having to fight for their love. Sometimes, that means splitting for a minute.

I think the reason why people don't love third act breakups right now, if I'm being super blunt, is that a lot of people have a very limited reading range wherein they only read a narrow selection of books. And a lot of those books? Don't do it well. I do think it's more challenging for low stakes books, which a lot of contemporary romcoms inherently are, to pull off the third-act breakup. Doesn't mean it's impossible! But it can be difficult, because I think that we often identify more with the characters in those settings and can go "... really?"

I also think that there are authors who do them just to do them, and you do need a good REASON for the characters to break up. I don't think it always needs to be because of the internal failings of the characters. I think it can be for external reasons, too. But I personally find a good third-act breakup super satisfying, because I love the angst and I love the reunion.

Some books that have done third-act breakups I love:

Give Me More by Sara Cate. This is MMF, so it's really one party breaking up with the other two while they stay together. And I felt like this made sense, because the one who did the breaking up knew he had a lot of work to do. The other two didn't want him to leave, but he NEEDED to, and I feel like...if they hadn't broken up, it would've felt kind of ludicrous for them to just move on. I also like the third act breakup in Praise. Tbh, Sara Cate can be hit or miss for me and I do think that some third act breakups she'd done are meh, but those really worked for me.

New Camelot by Sierra Simone. Another MMF, and this breakup is one where the throuple get together at the end of book 1, breaks up at the end of book 2, and really spends a lot of time with one part of the trio very separate. And again, I think this was necessary. These three had such an angsty relationship, and the party that splits off was SO full of self-loathing and resentment, and it truly served the overarching plot of the story. If he had not left, it would've been like... okay, so he has ZERO sense of will, ZERO independence, and a SUPERHUMAN level of tolerance for some really negative emotions. Also, it was consistent with his history.

The Duke Gets Even by Joanna Shupe. I loooove this one. She was being consistent with her emotional issues she'd had since the start of the book; he wasn't being a doormat. It worked for both of them, and it worked for the plot. The Bride Goes Rogue also has an excellent third act breakup, because it's like--if she had not dumped his ass, she would've had zero self respect. He needed to be dumped.

Kiss an Angel by Susan Elizabeth Phillips has one of my favorite variations, which is "she just fucks off and doesn't tell him where she's going and he freaks the fuck out". And again, HE NEEDED TO BE DUMPED. IT WAS A THING THAT NEEDED TO HAPPEN. HE FUCKED UP.

Priest by Sierra Simone. A lot of people hate this third act breakup. I ask "literally how the fuck do you expect a book about a truly devout Catholic priest who struggles with his spirituality and his place in life and the Church falling in love with a woman and breaking his vows to NOT have a third act breakup", it made sense to me that she needed something that she wasn't getting from him and he frankly needed a minute to figure himself out.

Lothaire by Kresley Cole. One of the greatest TABs of all time. She literally almost kills him and then he spends several weeks bitching and moaning all by himself and smelling her panties and trying to kiss other women and not even being able to stomach it because SHE HAS RUINED HIM.

Hyacinth by S.M. LaViolette. I loved this one, because it made sense that Hyacinth, a neurodivergent character whose abuse has convinced her that she's incapable of love, would struggle to communicate her intentions to her hero, and he would get mad at that, and she wouldn't be able to deal and would fuck off. And then it means he can go find her again and grovel and learn how to make her comfortable by talking to people who love her!

The Earl Takes All by Lorraine Heath. Literally necessary to the plot that they break up for a minute! And the angst is DELICIOUS.

Mafia Madman by Mila Finelli. He needed to be broken up with, she needed to be away from him to affirm that she actually wanted to be with him. Also? Another one where he gets to sit there and be MISERABLE for a min.

A LOT of my favorite books have TABs, and I think that they can be deeply necessary to ensure that the book isn't just... boring.

#romance novel blogging #book recs #romance novels

[francesderwent]

wish list for people who don’t want anything

aka possessions which are just possessions, but which have noticeably improved my quality of life: for when people ask you “what do you want for your birthday/Christmas/graduation” and you instantly transform into St Francis and pledge fealty to Lady Poverty because your mind went blank

nice. new. sheets. I cannot emphasize this one enough. if you’re still using the same sheets you had in college, you should probably get new ones. get yourself some 100% bamboo rayon sheets—they're silky and perfect for summer and great for sensitive skin! or, if you’re cold all the time, flannel sheets!

kitchen knives. or even just one really good kitchen knife.

new curtains—blackout if you are a creature of the night like I am

fleece lined anything, but especially sweatpants and hoodies. wool lined socks are also good. if you don’t have the option of coming home after work and putting on an entire outfit that is loose and fuzzy, you should change that, because you deserve that option.

cookie sheets with a layer of air between the top and the bottom. the bottoms of your cookies will never burn again.

kitchen scale!!! no more leveling off flour with a knife and getting it all over the table!! now all your measuring is just shoveling stuff in and out of bowls like you’re at the beach. baking is both more accurate and also way more fun.

coffee bean grinder. if you want to upgrade your coffee experience, this is a great one-time purchase. just-ground beans have a much better flavor than pre-ground.

CDs!! ask for a gift card and expand your physical music collection! or a collection of the DVDs for your favorite show!

#in which cate tells stories #i had this in my drafts and had forgot about it #and it's now the perfect time of year for it and reputayswift reminded me

[hylianengineer]

im sososo normal about your OC i am not scratching at the walls of my enclosure because i ran out of Owen&Cate fics to read. haha.

perhaps.... you would consider... posting more??? 👀

haha just kidding... unless?

(only if you want to!!! not trying to pressure you at all!!! i just. i know you already have more written so if you're waiting for someone to tell you how much they love them and encourage you to post more. this is that. huge cate and owen fan over here!!)

This is the best possible ask any writer could ever recieve and I am SO HAPPY that my bizarre little characters have resonated with you! The fact that someone besides me cares about a person I made up is so so weird and awesome!

I promise I will post more fic for you as soon as Real Life calms down and I have time for such things, hopefully tomorrow. Although I should probably warn you, a lot of what I have written about these two is not as fluffy as what's been posted so far - I do write dark stuff sometimes, but it will all be tagged accordingly of course.

To tide your over, a hint of what's to come: I have an entire AU whose premise is these characters meeting much sooner in their lives, as university students, and proceeding to become found family about it. Torchwood comes into the picture eventually, and so does Katie Russel - who also joins the found family and doesn't die like in canon (or at all. I hate killing characters and I'm too fond of her now). It's a weird polycule thing in which Owen and Katie are romantically in love and then everyone else is platonically/queerplatonically in a relationship with each other. It's kinda messy timeline wise but frankly I'm about to say fuck timelines and post chunks of it anyways.

Yes I did in fact get myself into a situation where there are two main characters named Cate and Katie, yes I regret this, but no there is nothing I can do about it now. It was very unintentional, as I never intended to write about Katie Russel - she just waltzed into my story and decided to stay. And the OC's name could not be changed at that point - it had stuck. Hopefully this does not come across as too weird/implausible/annoying, because it's out of my control.

Yes I know I'm the author and allegedly like god to my characters but look, sometimes they just do stuff and I have to write it down and yell things like "hey! You broke my plot!" while frantically restructuring the entire story around their shenanigans.

#thaaaaank youuuuuu this makes me so happy! #this is the best possible comment an author could ever receive #hylian rambles #hylian writes fanfic #more fic soon for you my most beloved reader! #i'm also regularly chewing cardboard about these two but it's so wild to have another person also doing it!

[bloodynereid]

Reapers & Ravens

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pairing: jordan li x oc

tw: mentions of migraines, vic is basically in huge amount of pain the entire chapter lol, mentions of kissing, flirting, mentions of death, murder, mentions of withdrawal, canon typical violence, swearing, FUCKING RUFUS AGAIN (can this man die already?), mentions of the supe virus, mentions of torture and supe experimentation

description: the story of a girl. a girl cursed by compound v to live a life without touch.

a/n: can't believe there is only one ep left ahhh. hopefully you all enjoy this chapter even if vic continues to suffer. it took a while to figure out logistically but i'm happy with how it came out. lmk ur thoughts (my asks are always open) and yeah, i'm very excited for you all to see vic's growing powers and i just love jordan <33

The sun streamed through the diner’s windows and the cooling sweet sensation of a strawberry milkshake filled my mouth. I could still feel how puffy my entire face was, my eyes stinged from how much I had cried the night before, after we had dispersed from Dusty’s house. I had gotten a quick call out to my clean-up crew to transport the body to the nearest morgue as a John Doe. Dusty deserved a proper funeral with his parents and sisters, I didn’t want to just leave him lying dead in his house.

As I stared blankly at the walls of the diner I remembered the warmth that Jordan had encased me with as I cried and screamed and tried to forget the horrors. Now, all that was left was a banging ache in the back of my head. Symptom of going off my pills, I guess.

“Hey.” I turn slowly to look at Jordan’s eyes, which were filled to brim with something akin to compassion and worry. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Just a little spacey is all. How are you?”

“Good, we- uh never had time to talk yesterday so-” Jordan’s sentence was cut off as Cate settled back into the booth and looked at us with a worried expression.

“Guys, Shetty can’t exactly meet right now.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Jordan spat out and I carefully placed my hand in theirs and squeezed.

“Jordan…”

“Where is she?” Marie asked in a calm voice.

“In the city, she said she had a meeting so she should be back later.”

“So what do we do?”

“I’ll go meet her and then when she comes home, I’ll make her tell you everything.” That line created scoffing around the entire table, as a sudden pain shot through my skull. I pulled my hand away instantly from Jordan and squeezed my eyes shut. The conversation continued on around me as I started to feel every single exhale and heartbeat of the diner.

“Stay out of our fucking heads, then maybe we’ll trust you.” Jordan spat out as they switched before he stormed out of the room.

“Jordan!” I weakly exclaimed and started to get up as another wave of pain nearly made me collapse. 

“Oh fuck.” Andre exclaimed as he grabbed me by the elbows and lifted me up, I felt my head lull forward.

“I’ll go talk to him.” Marie said and I looked up at her with a weak smile.

“Thanks.” She walked out of the diner in search of Jordan as Andre eased me back into the vinyl seat.

“Vic? Hey, what’s going on?”

“It’s the pills isn’t it?” Cate asked, making Andre and I turn to look at her. She was sending me a worried look and smoothed one of her hands across the table to clutch mine. The meeting of leather and warmth made a little spark of comfort appear in my brain.

“What, Cate? Vic, what is she talking about? Do you need me to get you something?”

“No, Andre, please don’t.” I said as I clutched my eyes shut. I have never gone so long without those damn pills. A cold sweat started to appear on my neck and a sharp exhale left my mouth. 

“Cate? What did you do to her?”

“Andre. Stop. She didn’t do anything. Ah fuck.” The second I uttered those words I saw Jordan burst through the doors in my periphery. 

“What’s going on? Fuck Vic.” I met Jordan’s eyeline and smoothed my other gloved hand over his cheek, struggling to make a weak smile appear on my face. The banging in my head got louder and louder.

“I need to lie down.” My voice came out in a tone so foreign to me it was almost scary. I sounded so frail and breathy, what the fuck was going on with me?

“Marie and I can get you back, Andre and Cate, you two go to Shetty’s house.” The couple nodded before Cate gave my hand a last squeeze and walked out of the diner. Jordan carefully held me up and I clenched my fists, hard. The pain was getting worse.

“Okay, okay, woah. Come on, Vic. Just a few steps and we’ll be in the car.” I nodded slightly and took a deep breath before starting to walk.

“Hey! Is she okay?” I heard one of the waitresses ask.

“Yeah, just a migraine.” Jordan answered briskly as they pulled the door open and I stumbled out into the bright daylight.

“Oh that sucks! Have a good day though.”

“You too.”

“Jordan… it’s too fucking bright.” I said, with a pleading tone lacing my words.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re going to be okay.”

After the most excruciating half an hour of my life, Marie and Jordan basically carried me into my dorm and laid me against the soft pillows. Gemma was nowhere in sight, probably on her way to class or something. I fluttered my eyes open and watched as Marie and Jordan had a hurried discussion before Marie left with a soft wave and a ‘get better soon’.

“What was that about?” I slurred out, trying to move my head to stare at Jordan as another stab of pain rang through my head. Ugh.

“Marie is just going to check out Shetty’s office.”

“Why didn’t you go with her?” Jordan’s eyebrows rose as an incredulous expression crossed her face.

“Are you kidding me? Have you seen yourself? You look like you’re on the edge of death.”

“I feel like it.” I said, snorting slightly. Immediately regretting the action as sparks zapped. “Ow.”

“You see?”

“Yeah, yeah. You don’t need to take care of me though.”

“Hmmm sure, you’re my-” Jordan cut themselves off and looked down at me. I smiled slightly, but it must have looked more like a grimace because Jordan instantly got up and started searching the room for something.

“What are you looking for?”

“Uh water.”

“Jordan, hey come back here.” I said as I pushed myself up from my lying down position. The effort seemed to momentarily make me black out but the second I came to, Jordan was sitting in front of me with an expectant look on her face.

“What’s up?”

“What exactly were you going to say before?”

“I- uh. Oh fuck it okay so I umm want to make us official. I want you to be my girlfriend. I really fucking like you and you’re stunning and smart and I know this is probably the worst time to mention this.” Jordan stuttered out, a smile blossomed over my face and forgetting about my migraine thing for a moment, I extended my gloved hand and Jordan quickly took the opportunity to clench it lovingly.

“You are a fucking wonder, Jordan. It would be an honor to be your partner, Jordan.”

“Fucking hell, I wish I could kiss you right now.”

“God me too.”

“Well when we figure this all out, I’m going to recreate our night together in so many more creative ways.” She said with a flirty smirk appearing on their face.

“Jordan!” They laughed and I stopped myself from joining in as another surging pain appeared in my skull.

“Okay we need to do something about this. Do you know how to fix it?”

“Take one of my Vought pills.” Jordan instantly pulled a face.

“Ok you’re not doing that… it’s almost like- WAIT I have an idea.”

“Woah what are you doing?” I asked Jordan as they suddenly stood up triumphantly and started scrolling through her contacts on their phone. 

“I know a supe, he can basically speed up the body’s healing process.”

“Huh?”

“Well, you’re exhibiting symptoms of withdrawal. He always used to help us when we had hangovers and shit so I thought it would help.”

“Oh. Fuck! You’re so right.” The triumphant smile that Jordan’s face held was now reflected on my own. Holy shit. I may actually be okay.

As Jordan started talking to whoever this dude was, I carefully slipped my phone off the bedside table and adjusted the screen so the light wouldn’t sear into my eyeballs. Carefully dialing my dad’s number I slipped back into the pillows with a hiss and waited. And waited. And waited. Only to be finally met with the tone of some overly cheery woman who was definitely not his latest assistant, who I already forgot the name of.

“Hi! You’ve reached Adrian Oaks’ phone. How can I help you?”

“Put him on now, I know he’s there with you.”

“Oh please don’t take that tone with me-”

“Fuck you. I need to speak with my father.” After a few seconds of rustling, the baritone of my father’s voice filled my ear.

“You really shouldn’t speak to people like that, Vicky, it’s rude.”

“Oh go fuck yourself dad! I remember it. I remember everything, you sadistic cunt!” I basically screamed into the phone’s speaker, vitriol spilling over my words like poison.

“Now, now Vicky. I never-”

“Don’t you dare deny it. And don’t try to inform anyone, not Vought, not Shetty, NO ONE. Stay out of my life, dad.”

“But- yes, fine Victoria. If this is how you want to be, but remember this is really your fault. You did kill-” I quickly ended the call and blocked his number before throwing my phone towards the end of my bed. Jordan settled down next to me and laid his black hair against my pillow, before turning over to face me.

“Fuck my dad.” I said first, breaking the vaguely tense silence.

“Fuck your dad. You ready to go?” They asked as a hand came out to trace spirals on my clothed arm.

“I have to move?” 

“Yes, you big baby. Come on.”

“Fuckkk.” Came out of my mouth as I slowly sat up and struggled to stand up, only for Jordan to instantly appear at my side to steady me. “What would I do without you?” I uttered out, making a flirty smile appear on Jordan’s face.

“I don’t know how you would function, darling.” 

“Fuck you!”

“You already did that.” An outraged gasp left my body as I started smacking Jordan, only for him to laugh and start making their way to the door, basically carrying me.

As Jordan pulled open the door, a strange gust of cold air hit us and I peered through the doorway to find that the hallway had basically been transformed into a slip and slide but with ice.

“What the-” Someone whizzed past on top of a piece of cardboard, loudly shrieking with a bright smile on their face.

“Yo Jordan, Vic! Why don’t you join us?” The frustratingly familiar voice of Rufus called out from down the hallway. The fucking audacity.

“Really, Rufus?” Jordan asked sarcastically as he slipped a protective arm around my middle as we ventured out into the snow covered hallway. I concentrated on my feet to make sure that I didn’t slip, with how fucking unstable this migraine made me I would probably fall to my death if I made a wrong move.

“Ok fuck you, I was just being courteous.”

“I don’t think you have ever or will ever be called that in your life, Rufus.” Jordan uttered as a group of supes split open to let us through.

“What’s wrong with Vic?” Rufus called out.

“Migraine.” I weakly said at the same as Jordan uttered:

“Go fuck yourself!” A stabbing pain now ran through the length of my body, it was getting worse.

“Can we please get there soon?” I whispered as I bit my lip, trying to stop the onslaught of pain with pain that I could control.

“Yeah sweetheart. It’s only a few more minutes.” I nodded as Jordan cradled me closer to them, with an agonized grimace on his face.

After what felt similar to the hours of gruelling torture under Shetty’s eyes, Jordan finally pushed open a dorm room door and sitting on the floor was a man surrounded by a variety of textbooks and a highlighter between his teeth. Looking up at the sound of the door his eyes grew wide at the sight of me and he pulled out the highlighter and swept a hand over his long brown hair.

“Hi, you must be Victoria.”

“And you’re the man who’s supposed to help me.” I said, earning a chuckle from him as Jordan carefully eased me to a sitting position on his bed.

“I’ll certainly try, I’m Atlas. Jordan sort of told me what happened but I’ll still need you to fill in the blanks.” I sucked in a breath of air through my teeth, this would mean going against dad’s explicit instructions. The phrase that Jordan had uttered a few minutes ago floated through my brain: Fuck your dad.

“I- well, there’s these pills that Vought has been making me take since forever. I’ve never really known why, I don’t even know what they’re doing to me… but everytime I try to go off them it’s like my entire body fights it. My head is fucking killing me right now.” I said, uttering the words quickly almost in the space in one breath. Jordan settled down next to me and squeezed my shoulder in an effort to comfort me.

“Shit, okay. Well I guess I’ll just try to fix the headache first. Would it be okay if I touched you?” Atlas asked as he brought he held up his hands, I instantly cringed - I hadn’t realized he could die if I did this.

“Uh, what about my powers?”

“You can’t control them?”

“I’ve never really been able to do that.”

“What about Cate? She’s been able to touch you before.” Jordan said, her statement making my nod and I heard a sigh come from Atlas.

“Cate is way stronger than me, but I’ll try. Close your eyes Vic.” Atlas ordered, I quickly shut my eyes and searched out Jordan’s hand, clutching it in nervousness.

I felt the contact of Atlas’ hands as he cradled my face. A cold tingly sensation started to spread through my body. My power had almost instantly succumbed to his. Weird. His powers almost felt like a soothing balm, a mix of eucalyptus and mint. After a few minutes he pulled away panting and I opened my eyes to see him rubbing his palms and looking at me in surprise. My headache had ebbed away, all that was left now was the emotional pain from the entire ordeal. Even my power felt less itchy than normal.

“Wow. What did you do?” I asked as a smile spread over my face, no longer hurting any of my nerves.

“I- well Jordan was partially right, your body was basically going through withdrawal but those pills… they were chemically changing aspects of your cells. Your power was basically being shackled almost. I could feel the Compound V in your blood fighting against the chemicals in your pills. No wonder you felt like hell.”

“I don’t know what to say. Thank you Atlas.”

“Of course, any time. You sure you’re feeling okay?”

“Still a little off but wayyy better than a few minutes ago.”

“Good, I’m glad. Now shoo, Jordan remember you owe me a favor.”

“Yeah yeah, Atlas. Thank you, really.”

“Of course.” Jordan quickly grabbed my hand and I waved at Atlas before shutting the door.

“Thanks for helping Jordan.”

“Well, I can’t have a sick girlfriend can I?” Jordan said as he squeezed my hand and we started making our way out of the building. Just as we stepped out into the sunlight and the loud calls of student protest, I heard Jordan’s phone vibrate. Fishing it out from their pocket, I saw the display flash with Marie’s name as Jordan accepted the call and put it on speaker.

“Jordan! Thank God you picked up. I found out a bunch of shit…”

“Hey Marie!” I chimed in from Jordan’s side.

“Oh my God, Vic how are you feeling? You sound better.”

“I’m way better thanks. What’s going on?”

“Fucking insanity. Shetty has been trying to make a supe virus, her and Dr. Cardosa are getting it to be more contagious. Her… daughter and husband died, I- I’m going to try and follow through with our plan Jordan but there’s too many damn security guards.”

“Wait, where are you?” Jordan asked as we started walking through the throngs of people.

“Right outside the doors of the auditorium that’s hosting Victoria Neuman.”

“Wait Victoria Neuman? Shit, this is what all of this is for.” Jordan hummed in agreement to me as they shifted and started moving more quickly through all the other students.

“We’re on our way Marie. I’ve got an idea of how to help.”

“Great, thanks. See you guys soon.” Marie ended the call and Jordan slipped their phone back in her pocket. We walked for a few more minutes until we finally spotted Marie.

“Marie, hi!” I yelled out and waved her over.

“Hi. Okay, are you ready?” Jordan nodded as a smirk appeared on their face again before turning over to me as Marie nodded and started making her way towards the double doors. “You trust me?”

“With my life.”

“Let’s go fuck some shit up.” A laugh bubbles out of my throat before I follow Jordan towards… the fucking girl who made that video about Emma. A rage started to build up in my hands. Oh this was so on.

“Hey!”

“You were that girl who fucking tortured Emma.” Jordan remarked with a sarcastic smile on their face.

“Oh no, I just gave her a plat-” Before she could even finish her sentence Jordan used their powers to punch her. A reverberation echoed through the entire throng of students. Jordan started to turn around when some random supe came at her. I stepped in between the two of them and placed a well aimed kick in the girl’s stomach.

That was when the absolute frenzy began. I had the advantage because every time a punch landed on any of my exposed skin, I instantly started to absorb that person’s life force - this made each supe wrench their hands away quickly and stubble back. Almost completely defeated.

After a few seconds of intense squabbling I felt a familiar hand grab my covered wrist and pull me away from the group. I turned to Jordan as we quickly fled the scenes, giggling in glee. I also felt so much more energized. The powers of three or four supes filled my senses and I felt so fucking free for once.

“You do realize that probably fucked up our rankings right?”

“Well, it’s not like rankings really matter all that much anymore, this school is quite literally trying to kill us.” Jordan said, making me snort and nod in assent.

After grabbing a milkshake from Vought-A-Burger, Jordan and I started to roam around campus. Watching as the protests continued and just trying to process what was going on. He also kept asking how I was doing, and I kept answering that I felt great. It seemed like Atlas actually fixed whatever the damage the fucking pills had caused over the years.

“Jordan! Vic!” We swiveled around to see that Emma was frantically waving us down. I jogged over to her, Jordan following closely behind.

“Woah Emma, calm down. What’s going on?”

“Have you seen Sam?”

“Oh shit.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? No, where the hell is he?” Jordan muttered, sounding completely exasperated. I understood that feeling exactly. What if something happened to him? He could be back in there… fuck, fuck fuck.

“I- I don’t know. I told him to stay in my dorm and- shit there’s so much security here. What if they found him?” Emma said quickly, tripping over her words and sounding more and more freaked out by the second. 

“Then we’re in deep shit.” I said as I pushed a hand through my already messed up hair. This is bad. This is really, really bad.

“Ok, he’s got to be okay. Fuck, umm.” 

I started twirling around and looking through the sea of people, trying to spot Sam’s familiar figure. The supes’ powers I stole had already faded and honestly none of them would have been of any use right now.

“Sam, Sam.” Emma uttered in awe, Jordan and I turned to look at the place that Emma started running off to. There stood Sammy… with Randy. When the fuck did they meet each other? After we watched them discuss something for a few seconds the couple ventured over to us and Sammy smiled at me.

“Oh my God, Vics! You actually look alive.”

“Haha, very funny, Sammy. You nearly gave us a heartache.” 

“We have to get out of here now.” Jordan said with a worried tone in their voice. I nodded and Emma started to softly pull Sammy away from the crowd. I cuddled up to Jordan as we quickly walked out of there.

I felt the hot concrete make contact with my sneakers as they beat against the sidewalk. Just a few minutes ago, we had all gotten a text saying that Cate had Shetty. It was time. Approaching the slightly open front door I sent a nervous glance which mirrored itself in Jordan’s eyes. Something was up.

Surprisingly enough Shetty’s house didn’t look like some kind of evil lair, instead it was cozy. The paint on the walls was inviting and each piece of furniture looked worn-in nicely. It felt like a home. 

When we finally found the pair, I started to pull off my gloves as I watched Shetty standing immobile in the living room with Cate. My teeth meet the creamy leather of the fingers of my gloves after I undid the buckles. It was a precaution, okay?

“Catey, are you okay?” I asked as I walked steadily over to the blonde, she smiled at my much healthier state.

“Hey, Vic. You look so much better.”

“Yeah, I feel it… oh shit, your eye?”

“Oh it’s nothing, she uh will tell you everything you want to know.” She said the last part of her sentence towards the rest of the group.

“Maybe you should get some rest? Lie down, maybe.” Marie chimed in, she had an uneasy tone weaving through her words.

“I feel absolutely fine, it wasn’t my powers which were fucking me up. It was those damn pills.” I could feel my eyes spark with rage as I got closer to Cate and smiled in sympathy.

“Hey Cate, listen to your friends, they care about you.” I turned to look at Shetty with a cruel twist of my lips.

“Do you even know what those pills were doing to her, to me?” I asked sarcastically before a soft hand held me back by my shoulder. Cate nodded in understanding when I turned to her before her gaze focused back on Shetty.

“Exactly! Now you had your chance to fucking talk, so how about you shut up and let us do some of it for once?” Cate burst out, making a triumphant smile blossom on my face.

“Please, Cate. I love you. You don’t have to do this.”

“Oh I know you love me but it doesn’t change the fact that you’re a fucking bitch.”

“Cate, what the fuck is going on?” Jordan said, I almost forgot they were in the room. I turned to look at them as he watched Cate with a calculating look.

“Don’t worry, we’re on the same side, I promise.”

“Wait- uh can I just get like a quick Wikipedia summary of what you guys are talking about? Cause I’m really fucking lost.” Emma said from behind me.

“Tell them what you told me.” I listened with growing horror as Shetty explained the horrors that GodU had inflicted on young, innocent supes.

“I want it to spread across the globe, and kill every single one of you.” Fuck.

“Holy fuckkkk.”

“We don’t want to hurt anyone, you should know that.”

“Don’t you dare lie, tell her.” Cate said, basically spitting out the words.

“Homelander.”

“Wait what does this have to do with him? He like murdered one Starlighter at a press conference, not that that was absolutely horrible. But I feel like you’re taking it a bit far.” Emma said, I could feel my brain trying to work out the correlation but instead I felt my powers rev up. There was no stabbing pain this time, instead it felt like they were trying to reach out beyond the confines of my body. What the actual fuck?

“It’s the plane. Homelander killed your family.” Marie said in a horrified tone as realization overcame all of us. 

“It’s not just him. Every single one of you leaves a path of destruction in your wake. You have ruined countless lives. Just look at what you did to your parents, Marie. And you, Victoria, do you remember all those bodies? All those lives lost just because you couldn’t get a handle on your powers.” I drew out a sharp exhale and stumbled back, my heart started to ache and with it my power was demanding blood. Just like all those years ago.

“But you never fucking helped! Do you think any of us asked for this?” I exclaimed, it’s not your fault. It’s not your fault. IT’S NOT YOUR FUCKING FAULT.

“Oh I know you didn’t but still… it’s your species.”

“Tell them what your last assignment was for me.” Cate uttered as Jordan squeezed my elbow, probably trying to comfort me but it was taking all my self-control to not just grab his face and drain them dry. Ugh, what was wrong with me?

“To kill everyone in The Woods.”

“Holy shit, did you?” Jordan asked, horrified, from next to me.

“No! Of course not. That’s what I’m trying to show you, that she’s the fucking monster. She wants to wipe us off the face of the Earth. They all do, that’s why we have to make the first move. It all starts with her.” Cate said as she twirled around to face Shetty.

“Wait, wait, Cate make me forget. We’ll start over, I’ll take care of you.”

“Oh shut up, shut up, shut up. Shut the fuck up!”

“Cate!”

“Indira.” I saw as tears were streaming down Cate’s cheeks and it took all of me not to grab her and give her a hug.

“It’s time.” I watched as Shetty brought up a kitchen knife as a horrified gasp left each of us. Oh fuck. Well… Shetty grabbed the kitchen knife and pulled it along the length of her neck.

“Oh my fucking God!”

“No!”

“Don’t help.” Cate said as I saw her reach down and grab Marie’s hand. I exchanged scared looks with Jordan as he flew to help Shetty. But then a kernel of callousness made itself present in my brain. Did I really want to help the woman who had brought me close to death more times than I could count? Sure, she had her reasons but Cate also had hers. 

“Cate…” The blonde turned to look me in the eye and I brought an image to the forefront of my mind for her to read. A slight twitch of her lips and a nod broke me out of my stillness and I collapsed to my knees in front of Shetty.

“Cate, you don’t need to do this! We have Neuman.”

“We can’t trust anyone, all they’ll do is betray us.”

“Please Cate, let me save her.” 

“I’m sorry you have to live through this again.”

I blocked out the outside voices and focused on Shetty’s waning life force. I brought my exposed hands closer to my face and I saw as she looked at me pleadingly. I could almost hear her asking me to make this stop.

“It’s okay, I’ll make it peaceful. I promise.” As Jordan heard my words, he looked at me slightly horrified but then their expression changed to one of understanding.

Dropping my exposed hands onto her face, I felt her life seep into mine. Without the pills I felt unchained and unfettered. Shetty died a few seconds later, feeling nothing but the shared euphoria that I seeped into her in return. Her energy and memories hit me like a freight train the second that she departed this world and went into the next.

Waves of pain, sadness and deep rage filled me to the brim, making me wrench my hands away and making a scream tear itself through my very soul. What was happening? Why did this feel so… heavy? This hadn’t happened before… the pills OH. I suddenly could feel a chorus of voices in my brain. Crying out for help. Some felt like they had been there for years. 

“Vic?” I heard a familiar call of my name cut through the noise. Why did it make me feel all fuzzy? It didn’t make sense. A moment later I felt darkness envelop me and I felt myself fall through the vat of voices. Souls calling out into the void.

i don't give this girl a moment of peace do i? anyways pls lmk if there are any grammatical errors, i only looked over this twice so there may be a bunch of mistakes i missed. sry for that lol. hope you enjoyed <33

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LESSER KNOWN STORIES ANY MAGICA FAN SHOULD READ I THINK

NO ROSA NO BARKS NO ARTIBANI

ONLY LESSER KNOWN COMICS

some scarpa will slip in im afraid this is difficult okay.

Thanks btw soony for the inspiration this is actually really fun

One of the earliest Magica stories, this one is from 1969. One of the most creative out there, especially for being such an early one. Also there’s a scene where Magica goes all scarface (i think, i have never watched that stuff i just heard he goes all shooty shoot) and thats quite amusing.

Really sweet comic. Everyone who only knows Magica from ducktales should read this comic to understand how much more complicated her character is in the original comics. It does such a great job at showing the other facets of her character in such a simple way. Don’t listen to the inducks review of m3gr1ml0ck (he’s almost always super based but not this time). Listen to the inducks review of Appie Aap (who is always based because he’s Appie Aap).

Kind of overrated in my opinion but Sarda’s characterization is PERFECTION. Story is average asf (though maybe i need to reread it) but all the little things are so incredibly well done. Molinari is great too of course.

It’s one of the recent more well known comics yeah okay but its mostly known because people thought Vian thought Etna was the Vesuvius (which they solved with a simple dialogue change in the German translation because it really was not that complicated guys) and it should be known for being a great comic instead. One day I will write a really long review about why it’s a masterpiece. Maybe. It perfectly manages to bring back the spirit of the Sarda written comics without some of the annoying quirks of his writing and with the fact that Bruno Enna is writing now and I love Bruno Enna guys robophobia is a masterpiece last hunt is a masterpiece i love bruno enna-

Magica really cares a lot about Ratface. You should read it.

Magica really cates about Ratface part 2. These two comics aren’t must reads but they’re good to help understand Magica and Ratface their relationship. (In italian comics at least. They seem to hate each other sometimes in Denmark)

Talking about Danish stories. Here. (Written by an American and drawn by a Dutchie. Egmont knows no borders) It IS quite well known, but tumblr here seems mostly familiar with Italian comics and this story has never been published in Italy, so I still think it deserves a mention. I was never a big fan of it, but all the inducksers seem to like it and i cant ignore its significance. So here it is i would still recommend.

Magica tells about her ancestor and her ancestor is lovely.

Magica talks about her ancestor and her ancestor is lovely part 2. (these ARE must reads!)

Magica turns herself into a floppy disk and everything you expect to happen happens. You want a typical fun but average Dutch comic? Then i’d recommend this one.

(I wanted to recommend another comic here but tumblr refuses to save it and ive been trying for what feels like hours so im giving up) (for some reason it did save at least this)

I really wanted to suggest more Danish stories but i have either not read them, theyre a gal for gladstone (aka not not well known) or theyre bad.

#magica de spell #disney comics #comic recommendations

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What was is that Cates was trying to do in his run, but failed at?

So basically, back during the whole Secret Empire period of Marvel, Donny Cates and Al Ewing both pitched ideas for big Hulk runs at the same time. Ewing’s pitch was a horror saga that eventually became Immortal Hulk. Cates’ run was his Smashtronaut story about “the Hulk’s Hulk”/an evil darkness entity and Bruce and Hulk having a super-adversarial relationship where they’re straight up enemies. Editorial basically made a compromise where Ewing could do his pitch first, and once he was done, Cates could do his if he still wanted to. So Ewing did Immortal Hulk, and Cates went off and did his Venom run (where he ended up using a number of ideas from his Hulk pitch; this is suspected to be where Knull originated from).

Immortal Hulk, of course, went on to be a massive hit and one of the greatest runs on Hulk ever, a series-defining run on the level of Peter David and Greg Pak’s work. It completely upended the status quo of Hulk and went in bold and insane new directions that really reinvigorated a series that had been badly stagnating. Ewing left the book hailed as one of the best Hulk writers ever.

So Cates had a pretty high bar to clear. And instead of reworking his old pitch to account for the changes brought on by Immortal… he just said “fuck it” and tried to do his pitch EXACTLY as he originally planned it, without regard for anything that happened in Immortal, and when he rarely did acknowledge Ewing’s work, is was in a very quick and dirty way that didn’t jive at all with how Immortal ended.

More than that, Cates’ run was SUPPOSED to be, apparently, a very dark and edgy sci-fi adventure kind of story that essentially raised questions about which personality was the real monster, Hulk or Banner, while also taking Hulk on a crazy cosmic journey. Cates seemed to really think he was breaking new ground. But he wasn’t. His run, particularly coming off the truly daring Immortal Hulk, was extremely derivative of better prior runs (an evil Hulk personality just like Paul Jenkins, going to space like Greg Pak, etc.) and showed a deep misunderstanding of the characters and prior lore, sometimes in deeply uncomfortable ways (Bruce’s especially vicious relationship with Savage Hulk in Cates’ run was clearly written without realizing that the previous runs REALLY drove home that Savage is LITERALLY a kid; turning Cates’ Bruce from a man at the end of his rope into a horrific abuser exploiting his power to torment an innocent child who — in the very previous run — had made peace with Bruce and risked his life to save him). It was an attempt to do something crazy and new that instead felt like a massive step backwards for the book. And that was before Cates’ crumbling personal life led to him struggling to keep writing and eventually having to step away early.

Philip Kennedy Johnson’s new run seems to be doing a vaguely similarish premise to Cates’ — Bruce and Hulk as enemies — but is doing it in a radically different and much more well-written way while being much more thematically and continuity-wise linked to Immortal Hulk, not only returning to the horror vibe of Immortal and picking up that run’s hanging threads and sequel hooks, but also all but ignoring Cates’ run. PKJ is essentially doing what Cates should’ve done and just picking up where Immortal Hulk left off while telling a genuinely new and unique story unlike anything Hulk has done before.

#hulk #the hulk #bruce banner #incredible hulk #immortal hulk #marvel universe #marvel comics #marvel #comics #comic books #philip kennedy johnson #nic klein #al ewing #donny cates