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kelcemenow · 11 months

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Hey Daddy.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 3381

Warnings Some strong language and mentions of miscarriage, blood, losing a family member. There's a bit of angst and lots of fluff though!

Another Anon request! This is my first Dad Travis/pregnancy related fic. As someone who has never been pregnant and doesn't plan on it in the future, I've avoided writing this sort of thing. But this is why I love getting requests as it brought me out of my comfort zone and I really enjoyed doing it! So, thank you Anon for making me branch out into a different style! "Can I request some dad Travis/pregnant reader? Travis has to travel for an away game and his wife (reader) is 9 months pregnant who has to stay home - unable to travel due to being so close to giving birth. She gets very anxious lately whenever Travis has to leave because she can go into labor any day now. Game day is here and the reader is not feeling well at all. She's curled up on the couch with a blanket and some tea, to watch the game. During the game, the reader's water breaks and she goes into labor. Travis' mom is in touch with her. Travis' mom notifies the team staff what's going on... and then they notify Travis during the game."

"Baby, I miss you." Travis' warm voice made you melt as you held the phone close to your ear.

"You only left this morning!" You giggled as you clutched at the blanket and pulled it up to your chest, "You can't miss me already?"

"Yes I can! Are you saying you don't miss me when I leave?"

"Of course I do, Travis." You winced slightly as you shifted on the sofa.

Travis heard your slight noise of discomfort, "What? Are you okay? What's wrong?" He immediately sounded concerned.

"Relax, baby. I've just got cramp. I'm fine."

You heard him sigh in relief, "Man, I hate leaving you. I hate leaving you anyway, but you're sick and you know...ready to burst."

"Not long until the little guy is here." You gently rubbed your swelling stomach.

The Chiefs had a game in Dallas against the Cowboys and Travis had travelled to the game alone for the first time since you had been together. You only had 2 weeks left until your due date and luckily, Travis had had a bye week and two home games in a row, meaning he was around to take care of you. You hadn't been feeling 100% for the past few days however, meaning he was more worried, especially as he was about to be 500 miles away from you. You tried to keep him calm, reminding him that it was only an hour's flight home and he would be back before he knew it.

"Well, try to keep him in there until I'm home."

You laughed, "I don't think I'll have much of a say!"

Travis hummed into his phone, "And remember, you can call my Mom at any time."

You snickered slightly, "Travis, I'm fine. I'll be here on the couch with my snacks and my herbal tea, watching you kill it."

Travis sighed again, "Okay, okay. Baby, I gotta go. But please, take care until I get back, alright?"

"Alright. I love you, Travis."

"I love you, Y/N."

You hung up the phone and reached for your ginger tea, sipping it gently, the hot steam tickling your cheeks. A strong stab shot through your lower back again, causing you to stretch your chest upwards in an attempt to relieve any pressure. You had been having these pains for most of the afternoon but you didn't want to worry Travis. You picked up your phone from the arm of the sofa and texted Travis' Mom, Donna.

"I've had a few more of those pains, but I don't know how much more ginger tea I can have. I'm running the the bathroom every two minutes!"

Donna must have had her phone in her hand as they three grey dots appeared almost immedately.

"Just wait till you're at my age, sweetie!"

You smiled at her message, pulling the bowl of nacho chips onto your lap, enjoying the pre-game interviews. Your eyes danced across the room, cards from friends and family wishing you well for your pregnancy dotted around the surfaces. A brand new crib was located near the window, a bright blue bow secured on top; a gift from Travis' brother Jason and his wife Kylie. Your heart fluttered as thoughts of you and Travis becoming parents filled your mind. He was fantastic with his three nieces and they adored him just as much as he did them. You picked up your cup of tea, but as you brought it to your lips, you felt your bladder sting, groaning as you lifted yourself up for another trip to the bathroom.

By the second half of the game, you were out of chips and the Chiefs were down by 7 points. You grumbled to yourself with the dull ache that was radiating across your back and stomach. Gripping onto the blanket you opened your latest message from Donna.

"Keep up with those breathing exercises, honey. Have you got the birthing ball?"

Your eyes scanned over to the large, blue gym ball in the corner of the lounge. You knew that it would help with your pains but just the idea of getting up from the sofa was enough to tire you out.

"Yeah I have. I'll get on it now. I could really do with a Momma Kelce hug, that would make me feel better!"

"You only have one week to wait and you can have all of the Momma Kelce hugs you want!"

You smiled as you put your phone back down and slowly rose to your feet, one hand lightly supporting your large bump. As you settled down on the ball in front of the TV, the third quarter was beginning. You gently bounced, breathing deeply and feeling some of the pain release before your core tightened again.

Travis' face flashed up onto the screen as he was settling into position for the first play of the quarter and you smiled, feeling an immense combination of love, pride and respect. Your relationship had developed over a few years, through your friendship with his teammate Eric Fisher and his wife Elizabeth. When Travis was drafted to the Chiefs, he was invited to numerous parties, dinners and barbeques that you had attended and a close friendship blossomed. Travis eventually asked to take you out on a date and you agreed, with a little persuasion from Elizabeth and Eric. He was kind, caring and attentive to you, with staunch manners and an incredible sense of humour. He made you laugh, made you feel safe and always put you first when he could. The two of you had married after 4 years surrounded by your family and friends and it was truly the happiest day of your life. You couldn't believe how lucky you were, staring up at the handsome man who was promising the rest of his life to you. It was a mutual decision to start trying to have children, and you got to work almost immediately after the wedding.

When you found out that you were pregnant, Travis was overjoyed, choking up as he kissed you repeatedly, crying "Thank you" into your lips. You prepared the house for your new arrival, painting the nursery and spending your Monday nights building new furniture. Everything was falling into place until during your second trimester, you suffered a miscarriage. You had been putting some groceries away when you felt a strange sting deep in your abdomen. You grabbed onto the kitchen counter and doubled over, clutching your stomach with your other hand. You breathed through the intense pain and when Travis walked through the door, he rushed to your side. Picking you up and moving you to the sofa, his face turned white when he saw the trail of blood that ran behind you and he quickly drove you to the hospital.

The next few months were numbing. You felt that you had let Travis down, that it was your fault that you had lost his first child. He insisted every day that you had done nothing wrong and stuck to your side as you grieved.

Just as you were beginning to heal, life threw you another cruel blow. You had invited your Mom for coffee and you knew something was wrong with her. She was quiet and fidgeting so you pushed for answers. You wished you hadn't as it was then when she explained that she had found a lump in her breast and was awaiting for the results from the Doctor. Only days after you saw her, she was diagnosed with Breast Cancer and she passed away soon after. Coming from a single parent household, you and your Mom were extremely close. She was your rock and was elated on your wedding day, constantly telling Travis how happy she was for the pair of you. You had felt like your life was falling apart around you but the one constant support you had was Travis. He would hold you close as you cried yourself to sleep. He would stay with you when you were too drained to leave the house. He took a year off of football to help you and to care for you. You were undeniably grateful to him and when you fell pregnant again, he was reasonably cautious. Reading baby books, attending lamaze classes with you and checking up with you every hour when he wasn't with you. His attentiveness made your heart burst with love, seeing a glimpse of his parenthood skills.

Your attention was brought back to the screen when you heard the commentators begin to raise their voices. Travis was sprinting down the field, the football safely cradled in his arm.

You sat up further, clenching your thigh muscles, "Go on, baby! Come on, keep going! Go!"

Travis made the touchdown with ease, dropping the ball as he raised his hands to the sky, blowing a kiss in your honour, as he always did. You clapped your hands and shouted with happiness until you felt a sudden wetness release in your sweatpants. You stopped, slowly standing up from the gym ball. Feeling the smooth texture with your fingers, you looked down with an initial sense of panic. The liquid was clear and you froze on the spot. Your water had broke.

You immediate reaction was to call Donna.

"Hey honey!" Donna sang down the phone.

"Uhh Donna, I think the baby is coming." Your voice was panicked.

"What?"

"I was cheering for Trav and my water broke."

"Oh shit. Okay, stay calm, relax, I'm gonna call Travis' team staff. Have you called the hospital?"

You paused, "Umm...no. I called you straight away."

"Okay. Call the hospital straight away."

You swallowed hard, "Donna, he's not supposed to come for another 2 weeks."

"I know, it's okay though."

"I'm scared. I'm on my own and I'm scared."

Donna sighed, "I know you are, but trust me, everything is going to be fine."

You nodded your head against the phone, "Yeah, yeah. Thank you so much Donna."

"I'll speak to you soon, sweetie."

You paced the floor with nerves, unsure of what to do. Usually, Travis would be the one to keep you calm so you looked towards the screen. The game was still playing and you stared as Travis was completely unaware that his wife was in labour.

You called the hospital, clutching at your stomach, explaining that your water had broken two weeks before your due date. The call handler explained calmly that they would be sending an ambulance as soon as possible but that you were still in the early stages of labour and not to panic.

As the current play ended, you saw Travis sitting down on the bench, breathing heavily and watching the action on the field as he sat this one out. A member of the Chiefs staff approached him from behind and tapped his shoulder. The camera panned away and you groaned through what you assumed was a contraction, waiting to see your husband on the screen again. When his face finally appeared, his eyes were wide and his head was whipping from side to side, anxiously shouting to everyone around him before he was quickly ushered out of the stadium.

You felt restless. Glancing out of the window, you tried to slow your breathing down in an attempt to relax. You watched the trees swaying with the breeze, almost replicating the movement with your own body and taking deep inhales. Closing your eyes, your hand instinctively cradled your baby bump just as another stab of pain shot through you.

"Come on, just stay in there until Daddy gets back." You muttered.

You hunched your back over and pressed the palms of your hands against the wall for stability as your phone started ringing. Without checking who it was, you answered the call.

"Hello?" You groaned.

"How are you doing, sweetie?"

You winced as you sat down on the gym ball, "I don't know if these pains are contractions but they're kicking my ass, Donna. Did you speak with the team?"

"Yeah, they're getting him out of the stadium now and onto a private jet to bring him home as soon as they can."

You sighed with relief before letting out a throaty cry, "I need him here."

"He'll be there, honey. He isn't missing this."

Your phone beeped in your ear, signalling that another call was trying to get through. You pulled the phone away to look at the screen, seeing a selfie of you and Travis on your wedding day, a huge smile on your face as he pressed a kiss into your cheek.

"He's calling me now, Donna. I'll have to go."

"Okay, call me later on."

You switched the call over quickly, hearing Travis' breathless voice.

"Baby, baby! Are you okay?"

You smiled, "I'm fine, it's painful but I'm okay. They're sending an ambulance as soon as they can."

"I'll be home in an hour and a half. Just sit tight and keep breathing. I love you so much."

Your voice shook, "I love you too, I can't wait to see you be the best Daddy to this little guy." You held your baby bump tenderly, feeling movement through your sweater.

Travis cleared his throat, "I'm getting on the jet now, I'll see you soon."

"Bye, baby."

You dropped your phone on the sofa and began pacing the floor again, grasping at your back as the sharp stab began to change into a dull ache. Your groaned through the pain, gritting your teeth and scrunching your eyes.

It wasn't long before an ambulance arrived to take you to the hospital. You were anxious about having to do this first step on your own but knowing that Travis was on his way eased your mind slightly. He was your birth partner and knew what to do to keep you relaxed, the correct breathing exercises to do and you were desperate to have him by your side.

Once you were in the hospital, you were quickly brought to your private room, your husband wanting only the best for you. It was bright, comfortable and quiet, just what you needed. A cheerful nurse appeared in your doorway with short grey hair and a wide smile.

"Mrs Kelce, my name is Heather. I'll be looking after you today." She beamed as she made her way to your bed.

"Hi Heather." You whined quietly, "My husband is on his way so please could he be let straight in when he gets here?"

She nodded and picked up your notes that were hanging on the end of the bed, "Of course, anything you want. Now, how is your pain."

You scrunched your face, "Manageable at the moment, I guess."

Heather stretched on a pair of gloves, "You just let me know if you would like any help with the pain, but first thing I'm going to do is check how far along you are, if that's okay?"

You nodded as she made her way to the end of the bed, lifting your gown up. You shifted as she examined you, trying to relax.

"Okay, so you're around 4 centimetres so I'm afraid we've got some time to wait, Mrs Kelce."

"Please, call me Y/N."

Heather smiled as she removed her gloves and placed them into the bin, "Now, can I get you anything?"

You pointed down to your bag that you had had packed and ready for the last 2 weeks, "Could you hand me the book that's on the top, please? I figure now would be the perfect time to get some reading in."

Heather reached into the bag and pulled out a large hardbacked book and passed it to you, winking, "Good idea. I'll be just out here. If you need anything at all press that buzzer and I'll be right in."

You smiled at her, your fingers brushing over the pages of your book. You held your breath as another wave of pain brushed over you, but this time it was longer and more intense. You clenched your jaw and closed your eyes to try and deal with the pain, not keen on taking any drugs throughout your labour. Squeezing your eyes further shut, you gripped the book in your hands as the pain began to subside.

Your knuckles were turning white when you heard gentle footsteps. You opened one eye to see Heather set down a cup next to you on the bedside table and lower herself into the nearby seat.

"Ice chips." She said with a smile, "You'll get a dry mouth, especially in this heat."

You took hold of the cup, "Thank you."

She placed one hand on yours, "First time?"

Your face relaxed as the pain subsided, "Yeah." You said with a slow exhale.

"I bet your husband is excited?"

Your lips curled upwards, "You could say that." Your eyes drifted to your phone which had lit up with a notification and was now showing your background of you and Travis on vacation together. "He's going to be an amazing Father."

Heather gave your hand a squeeze, "You'll need to buy an 87 jersey!"

You lowered your eyebrows in confusion.

"My husband is a Chiefs fan, I know who your husband is." She laughed.

"Well, I'm sure I can hook you up with an autograph...ohhhhh." You groaned in agony as Heather started to put her gloves on.

"Oh sweetie, let's just have a look and see what's going on here." Heather said calmly as she began to examine you, "Oh, someone's impatient."

Your eyes widened, "What? What does that mean?"

"It means your baby is coming." She smiled as she removed her gloves and discarded them.

You placed your hands either side of your hips and lifted yourself up slightly, "What? Now? No, Travis isn't here. I need him with me."

Heather took hold of your hands in hers, "Honey, this baby isn't going to wait. He's like his Papa, quick off of the mark." She laughed as she grabbed some charts and unlocked the brakes on your bed.

You closed your eyes, willing the tears not to start falling down your cheeks. You took a few shaky breaths before frantic footsteps in the hallway caused you to open your eyes and your breath hitched when Travis bounded into your room. His face was red and sweaty from rushing around and his expression softened when he saw you.

"Baby, I'm here, I'm here. Is everything okay?" He leaned down and kissed you gently.

You smiled into the kiss, "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just glad you're here. I think they're taking me now."

"What, now? Right now?" His voice was panicked.

Your eyes filled with tears, "Are you ready to be a Daddy?"

His thumb brushed over your forehead, "Absolutely."

Heather appeared in the doorway, "Are we ready?"

You pressed your lips together and nodded quickly, "I think so."

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Your eyes flickered open and the room slowly came into focus. You swallowed with difficulty, your dry throat scratching. As you turned your head on the pillow, you saw Travis standing at the window, looking outside. You could hear him mumbling with a low voice, but it was too quiet to hear what he was saying.

Clearing your throat a little first, you croaked, "Hey Daddy."

Travis turned around, a bundle of blankets nestled in his arms. He looked up at you and smiled before looking down again, "Look, Mommy's awake."

He came close to you, leaning slightly so he could place the tiny baby on your chest. You looked down at a pair of large blue eyes blinking up at you.

"This is crazy." You whispered.

Travis grinned, bending his knees so that his face was lined up with yours. He pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead, his stubble grazing your skin, "I am so proud of you, baby. You are amazing."

You sighed, "Thank you for getting here in time, I don't think I could've done it without you, baby." You voice shook.

Travis cleared his throat, his emotions taking over, "You are so strong, you can do anything. You hear me? Anything. And I am so happy to start this new chapter of our lives together." He leaned further, kissing his sons forehead, "Our little family. You, me and Dashiell Kelce."

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My show is finished now so I'm back to writing. The requests are piling up but I promise that I'm going to try and get through as many this week as I can! If you want to be on my Taglist, please do let me know!

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multifandom-hcs · 1 year

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BRRRRRR WHAT IF SWK, MACAQUE AND REDSON (Separately) HAD A FAMILY WITH WIFE!READER

HE’S TRYING TO GET HIS BABY TO SAY "Dada" BUT INSTEAD THEY SAY "Mama"

PS: I LOVE YOUR WORK 🖤✨🫶

𝐎𝐌𝐆 𝐘𝐄𝐒!! 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧! 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲! ^^

𝐒𝐖𝐊, 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫: 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 "𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚" 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝?

Sun Wukong:

♡ Ok, let's be honest, the moment the baby started with only mumbling he would immediately turn it into a competition to see what word the baby says first "Mama" or "Dada"

♡ Secretly saying to the baby "Come on my little peach, say Dada, Da - Da" but if you walk inside the room he walks away with a grin on his face

♡ In fact, apparently Wukong doesn't know how babies work because he tried to offer the baby peach chips if "Dada" was the first word they'd say

♡ You would just let it slide since unlike Wukong, you didn't cared about the baby's first words, you were happy with your family no matter what

♡ But anyway, one day the three of you were in front of Wukong's cave waterfall playing hide and seek, the baby was the seeker and it founded you first screaming a cute but very loud "Mama!"

♡ Only a few seconds later a loud and dramatic gasp was heard before Wukong appeared with his hand on his chest and "tears" on his eyes saying "How dare you my little peach! I thought we had a deal, you betrayed your Papa?!"

♡ You and the baby only stared at each other before bursting out to giggles and a few laughs, while a "mad" Wukong was only staring at the both of you

♡ Eventually Wukong gave in and hugged you both before saying "I'm still offended I wasn't the baby's first word though but you know what? I think I'll get over this betrayal"

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Macaque:

✩ Tbh I don't think Mac would be as competent like Wukong, although he does hope to be the baby's first word as well

✩ So he'll definitely not send some shadow clones to encourage the baby to say papa while he hugs you or does any activity with you, of course he won't

✩ When the baby gets close to you both and expands his arms for one of you to carry them, he would immediately say "Don't worry little star, DADA can carry you, let mommy rest"

✩ And he does that everytime he can, emphasizing the word Dada to the baby so it gets stuck in their head

✩ One day you guys were returning from a date, and the little monkey hibrid came running to both of you screaming their first word "Mama!"

✩ Ouch, that must've hurt, didn't it Mac?

✩ At first he would pretend he's offended, but at the end he just shrugs and carries the little one turning back to you saying "Alright plum, you won, you were the baby's first word apparently" with a little grin appearing on his face

✩ He's just a little bit hurt he wasn't the baby's first word, but seeing you smile and the baby giggling just made him think that at the end that didn't matter

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Red Son:

✡ Ok I'll be honest, he straight told you "I'm pretty sure I'll be our baby's first word" with a little proud smile

✡ In fact, he would probably ask his parents that when they babysit the baby when you two go on a date, if they could please teach them to say "Dada"

✡ DBK and Ironfan just looked at each other before shrugging and saying "Sure why not"

✡ And yes, even the bull robots, he would set them to, besides teaching the baby things like the abcs, etc, to teach them the word dada

✩ Eventually the days go by, and one day it happened, the moment we've all waited for, the first word

✩ In this occasion this happened during a family dinner, the little baby extending their arms towards you after finishing dinner saying "Mama, Mama", that lead to Ironfan giggling and DBK patting his son's back

✩ I mean, he tried so hard, he still can't believe Mama was the baby's first word, but at the end he doesn't care, in fact he was kinda more focused on how cute you and the baby looked together so he eventually forgot about the "competition"

✩ Maybe some bull robots burned to ashes as well for not doing a good job but that is for another story!

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𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥! 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧! 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲 /𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭! ^^

#lego monkie kid x reader #red son x reader #six eared macaque x reader #macaque x reader #lmk sun wukong x reader #sun wukong x reader

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kindly-whisper-norbury · 5 months

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Okay, here's a gift-giving idea for you!

If you are stumped on what to get someone for the holidays, just do what we have been doing for several years now: get a nice box or fancy bag, and then go ahead and fill it up with non-perishable food and drinks!

Just get all kinds! Start with a few things that you know the recipient loves, then put in a whole bunch of stuff that they've never had!

Go ahead, get them that bag of cappuccino-flavored potato chips, or the habanero chocolate bar, or the Mayochup. Ever see those pickle-juice freezer pops? Throw some in! Ginger peach turmeric tea bags? Why not? TMNT cereal? Red Velvet Oreos? Tapatio Birria Ramen? Go for it!

Go walking through your local international market to find items that you didn't even know were sold in your area. It's a great place to get different curries and canned drinks and snacks!

It works well for people on restricted diets, too. Know someone who is gluten-free or diabetic or lactose intolerant or has a peanut allergy? Get them all kinds of snacks that they can eat without worry!

If it sounds like it might get expensive, it doesn't have to! Get a smaller box or bag so you don't feel obligated to fill a big one, or get larger items that take up a lot of space (like chips or cereal) and put in a selection of smaller ones to fill in the gaps. Plus, it is food, so what you buy may very well take the place of snacks you would have had to purchase anyway… just with more variety!

Like I said, we have been doing this for my kids for quite a while, and it is what they look forward to the most every year. We always open the food boxes last because once they are into those, there's no pulling them away! There's guaranteed to be a lot of "I'm eating this one first!" and "What the heck is this?" and "This one is… interesting." and "Yes! I was hoping for that!" about the different things in the box.

If a particular item in their package doesn't appeal to them, they often trade it out with each other, and any snacks left after a month officially become household property (fair game for anyone to eat!).

In fact, last year my two oldest kids made a box for me and their dad, so they are carrying on the (relatively new) tradition!

Happy gift-giving, everyone!

#christmas #gift giving #hanukkah #parenting #black friday #happy holidays #food #eating

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aprillikesthings · 1 month

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LAST EPISODE

s5 ep13 heart pt 2

LET'S GOOOOOOO

it's 1:21pm and I have laundry to do AND Easter Vigil service starts at 8pm, can I get this all watched before 7pm?

Or am I gonna sit there in church vibrating in place for two hours knowing I have three minutes left on the episode or some bullshit lol

(That's longer than usual, yes. Easter Vigil is actually one of my fave services of the year--we start outside lighting candles (the ones inside have been out since Thursday night, even the one we otherwise never put out), then walk into the dark church, then sorta speedrun bits of the old testament (with a hymn after every reading) and then we decide OKAY IT'S EASTER NOW :D and turn on the lights and make a lot of noise and sing a few more hymns--we don't sing or say alleluia during Lent so all the hymns have that in it. There's often MASSIVE amounts of church incense, too. Anyway by the end it's a bit of a party. Apparently some churches have an actual party after the service.)(side note if you're new-ish to these posts that I'm Episcopalian, like, the priests at my church are a gay man and a woman, we're cool people mostly I promise)

See this is why these posts take forever. Why do I keep infodumping shit. This is what it's like to watch things with me in person, though.

If I get through this episode before Easter Vigil my reward is gonna be coming home and taking an edible and rewatching the last two episodes without screenshots so I can just cry over them.

oKAY

eh? that's new. like putting that on screen like that in dead silence. No intro sequence.

oh right Adora is injured. :( And it's some kind of magical monster thing that did it--a security thing put into the Crystal Castle by the First Ones

when she touches her wound the Failsafe glows, and it's making static-y noises and looking glitchy, that can't be good

the nasty tentacle monster thing is still there buT SO IS CATRA YAYYYY she shatters at least one of its eyeballs? I think?

my brain: this is like Caitlyn helping Vi after she got stabbed by Sevika, the wound is even in the same place :D me: wrong person has the red jacket on also Catra isn't going to buy some illegal potion thing to dose Adora with

(you should watch Arcane)

DOES SHE EVER SAY IT LIKE THAT BEFORE THIS?? oh god she sounds so breathless and relieved

Adora: "You can't be here! It's too dangerous"

And she stands up and starts to fall over and fucking Shadow Weaver helps her stand up, uGH

LOOK AT MY BB KICKING ASS

oh god so Shadow Weaver basically drags off Adora, Catra's like "I'll catch up, okay?" and Adora's like "no no Catraaaaa" her voice is cracking and everything, she doesn't want to do this without her and also worries about Catra and that tentacle monster thing

I'm not gonna screenshot it but poor Glimmer is fighting her dad, who is still chipped and Evil.

Bow is fighting Scorpia, also chipped and Evil. Oh hey Melog shows up and makes Bow invisible.

Micah is MEAN when chipped. He calls Glimmer a failure.

Glimmer: "My mother raised me to be brave. My friends taught me to be kind. And I'm stubborn. I get that from you. I will never stop fighting! And I won't lose another parent! I love you, dad."

She blasts him with enough magic that he collapses.

Bow, invisible, types away on Entrapta's computer she set up in the Horde thing, but when he gets it to start to do its thing he gets excited and says "I've got it!!" and Scorpia hears it and blasts him and is standing over him about to get him.

Bow: "Prime may have made you do a lot of things, but he can't turn you into something you're not. So, right now, all I need you to do is trust me."

Her eyes get normal for a second and she yells, and Bow slams a button on Entrapta's computer. There's a bright light.

Where Sea Hawk is holding Mermista, her chip goes dead and falls off. We get a lovely montage of other characters from all over Etheria, like Huntara and the folks at Elberon, who'd been chipped having their eyes go back to normal!

Scorpia: "oh my gosh I am so sorry!!"

yeah she's definitely back to normal lol

up on Horde Prime's ship:

lol

"My device worked! I knew it would!"

Bow: "Hey, everyone. I'm Bow."

(lol there's so much story in just this frame alone)

But yeah they show people from all over Etheria stopping to watch him speak, including his dads.

"Right now, we're the only thing standing in the way of him controlling it forever. You might be feeling hopeless. You might be thinking "We don't stand a chance." And maybe we don't. Prime's too strong. His army is too powerful. But that's not gonna stop us. We need to show Prime we're not afraid of him, because we have each other. And we have love. We can't give up. And if we go down, we go down together. We need you. All of you."

"It's time to fight. For She-Ra, for our homes, for each other!"

Broadcast over, back to Horde Prime. "Put an end to this mockery."

Catra injures the tentacle monster thing, but now that green is spreading into the room, and as Catra runs down the hall towards the Heart, she stops as Horde Prime shows up in hologram form

"I had such high hopes for you." like what, dude. keeping her around and chipped like a fucking puppet as an example? eugh. (something something about how her speeches to Adora while chipped were an obvious reference to people proselytizing high-control faiths)

the moment of distraction is enough for the tentacle monster to grab one of Catra's legs and she screams in pain D:

also there's still a bunch of earthquakes happening as these two limp towards the Heart

Poor Adora is just weakly going "No...no...wait" Shadow Weaver: "Don't lose your focus. We're so close."

What's this WE shit.

But also damn one thing Shadow Weaver and Horde Prime (and Light Hope!) have in common is they both believe love and affection and "attachments" are weaknesses. Shadow Weaver just cannot seem to get it through her head that Adora's love for Catra (and vice versa) is helpful here. Not a detriment. Love isn't a distraction!!! It gives us a stable ground of security and safety from which to do hard things!!

Meanwhile poor Angella told Adora "take care of each other."

This is pulsating, and so is the Failsafe on Adora's chest

OH NO oh god Okay being near that much hardcore magic is making Shadow Weaver powerful--her hair does the floaty thing for the first time since, what, s2? And she starts reaching for it, but THEN--

Adora yells Catra's name and starts walking back towards her, and Shadow Weaver's hair falls down again and she says the most weirdly desperate-sounding "Adora, wait!"

Prime's hologram is still torturing Catra along with the actual tentacle monster

(someone has drawn rule 34 of that thing but I'm not looking for it. I am content to know it exists.)

AND THEN THE MONSTER GETS BLASTED BY SHADOW WEAVER AHAHA NICE

about time she was useful amiright

okay so is this Shadow Weaver actually realizing she's been wrong about The Power of Love, or is this just her begrudgingly accepting that these two are Sold as A Set, Do Not Separate, and unless Catra's there Adora won't be able to use the Failsafe because she'll be looking for Catra the whole time???

Like is this an emotional epiphany or just pragmatism?

oh god so she magically shoves Catra away (towards Adora), but Catra runs back to Shadow Weaver

And y'all I know I talked about this a LOT way back in earlier seasons but I cannot tell you how accurate this keeps being in regards to dealing with an abusive parent. Like if you'd asked me, even after I cut off contact, if I wanted my dad to die, I would've said No! Of course not! At that point I didn't know whether the no-contact thing was temporary or not. I just knew I needed time and space to not be constantly stressed and anxious, for a notification on my phone to not immediately fill me with so much adrenaline my hands shook.

Anyway Shadow Weaver puts up a magical shield to keep Catra back

Shadow Weaver's response is amazingly calm and quiet. "Please, Catra. You need to make sure Adora reaches the Heart. The magic must be set free."

Her fight with Tentacle Monster isn't going well.

Catra's voice is heartbreaking here. "Stop it! It's going to kill you!"

"But you, this is only the beginning for you."

;_;

STICK THAT KNIFE IN AND TWIST IT! YEAH!

Catra's crying "no...no..." and a hand reaches out and grabs hers

LOL FINALLY HIT THE IMAGE LIMIT okay going to reblog

what a moment for it pfft

#april rewatches spop #heart pt 2

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aprettyspy · 1 year

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Already a Day behind and it's only Day 2 of Fluffbury. Here is my OOQ ficlet for the prompt 'velvet'. Set in NTTD, we find out who Q was really cooking dinner for.

One Nice Night

Q swooped Charlie up and buried his face in her velvet soft, wrinkled skin. Her capacity to adsorb tears was surprising considering the lack of fur. He didn't want either of them to see him weeping, as that would lead to demands for an explanation he couldn't give.

Silent as ever, he realised James was behind him only as his warm hand landed on Q's left shoulder, mouth leaning even closer.

"I'm sorry love, I had no idea Eve would escort me here. Tried to shake her off, but, well, you know."

Q pulled himself together with a sigh. They have waited over 18 months, so what difference would a few more minutes make? He turned, the loneliness of recent months bringing him close to temper tantrum levels of frustration. Meeting James' soft eyes, overflowing with kindness was too much. Q leaned in, took James' face in his hands and kissed him, sweetly, gently.

Of course, Moneypenny arrived out of the downstairs bathroom at exactly that moment. Her 'Oh!" brought both men's eyes to meet hers. James pulled Q tightly into him and kissed his cheek.

"You can have exactly one glass of wine, two minutes of explanation and three questions. Then you are leaving Miss Moneypenny." James clarified.

Eve moved to the table, poured a large glass of red and sank it down in one before waving the glass at Q in a 'go on' sort of movement.

Unable to leave James' arms now he was finally- finally! in them, Q spoke over his shoulder.

"I kept an eye on Bond after he retired. Had to, you know, got to keep them all safe. Who knew who he might have drawn out of the woodwork. Anyway, I sent a message of condolences when he and Madeline parted ways - oh, you did know that had happened didn't you? There was a bomb and a train.. anyway, we corresponded and then phoned and then video chatted and, well, one thing kind of happened after another and, well, here we are."

"So you knew he wasn't dead all along?"

"That was question one, and yes, he did know." James admitted.

"But why all the hiding? Why the subterfuge?"

The men exchanged a look, Q nodding at James in silent permission.

"Q has unearthed something at -6. Something not right, Eve. I needed to stay off the radar, do some digging. I'm afraid that chip is the proof we have been waiting for. We will need your help, but not tonight. Tomorrow we go to work, but tonight.." James gestured to the table, the wine and smiled, "I believe Q has gone to a lot of trouble for me."

Eve's eyes roamed from James to Q and back. She stalked into their space and poked James hard in the chest.

"Question three. Do you love him?" She tilted her head towards Q.

James smiled the gentlest smile Eve had ever seen grace his handsome face, a warmth wiping away the new lines.

"Oh yes, I love him." James gazed at Q and leaned down, doing his best to convey the truth of this through his kiss.

"Oh-kay." Eve spun on her stiletto and headed for the door. "I'll see you both at 9 a.m"

"Make it 12. Let me have one nice night before the world explodes." Q laughed at her retreating back.

#fluffbruary 2023 #james bond #00q #00q fic #fluff #velvet #day 1

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thebluemallet · 2 years

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Kate Sharma's Society Hairstyles: Part 2

If you didn't see Part 1, click here!

Continuing my analysis of Kate's society hairstyles! From the bee sting onward, Kate's hair is never quite pulled back as tightly as it was before.

Her hair when she joins the rest of the party at Aubrey Hall is similar to how she's worn it before, but she already has a small piece of it hanging loose. The strands of hair that escaped during pall mall or her horse ride in episode 3 can be attributed to the physical activity maybe shaking it loose. But Kate arrived to the party with her hair already like this.

Also, we start consistently seeing the part in her hair from this point on, whereas before, the hair was pulled back in such a way that the part was always hidden from view.

I'm not including her in her hunting outfit, since her hair is mostly covered by the hat and I'll skip ahead to the Hearts & Flowers Ball.

This is a much softer look than Kate has worn before to a society event with several curls framing her face. This takes place not only the day after the hunt, but the night after their encounter in the library.

This, in my opinion, is the first time Kate looks more like a debutante instead of the closed-off spinster she has painted herself as.

Also, not hair-related, but this is the first (and only) time we see Kate wear pink. She has some lavender dresses that tread the line between purple and pink, but up until this point, pink has strictly been Edwina's color.

The above picture gives me so much pain, but it goes well with my next bit of analysis. Kate's hair is back up again, twisted high up on the back of her head, but with a few curls escaped. Just a few seconds before this, she was getting up the courage to tell Edwina that she now had feelings for Anthony. Her mask was slipping and she was going to ask for something for herself instead of giving everything she could to Edwina.

Going forward into the remaining episodes, Kate's hair will continue to be worn looser and with some curly strands loose, framing her face.

Kate's hair at the failed Harmony Ball seems like the Regency equivalent of putting your hair in a loose bun. In fact, it's probably the loosest we've seen her hair at any ball up to this point. Yes, I am including her hair at the Hearts and Flowers Ball at Aubrey Hall in that statement. Even with the curls around her face in that episode, it's still pulled back fairly tight. Kate's hair at the Harmony Ball is the closest she's come so far to metaphorically letting her hair down (and literally as we all saw).

Now to the Featherington Ball in episode 8! To recount what has happened between this point and the last ball:

Kate and Anthony got down in the gazebo.

Kate fell off her horse.

Anthony proposed to Kate and Kate turned him down.

Kate and Edwina made amends where she encouraged Kate to come to the ball for her own reasons and not for anyone else's.

Kate and Mary finally had a heart-to-heart about how Kate never had to earn her place in the family and how Kate turned down Anthony's proposal because she feels he doesn't love her.

So Kate has shown up to the Featherington Ball for herself, with this hairstyle now officially being the loosest one she's worn to a ball. Now that she's chosen to go to the ball for herself, she's now more open to the idea of choosing for herself.

And the last hairstyle! Alright, so she's around family and not at any society event, but I'm counting it anyway. Kate started out the season by wearing her hair like a mask or a piece of armor. We only saw it looser in private (when she was getting ready for bed), when she was riding her horse (the one thing she did for herself), or in moments of vulnerability (when she was around Anthony). Kate was closing herself off from the possibility of love and romance from the beginning. But the looser her hair got, the more her defenses were being chipped away. Finally, we see her hair in the epilogue with her hair mostly loose, with her new family, the happiest she's been in a long time, coming into her viscountess role, and completely in love with Anthony.

#bridgerton #bridgerton season 2 #bridgerton season two #kate sharma #kate sheffield #kathani sharma #kate x anthony #anthony x kate #kathony #kanthony

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Hi! This is inspired by your reblog of the talk shop tuesday post -- do you have any secret-until-now fanworks you're working on that you want to talk about? any ideas that have been percolating and you want to share?

I think - because I've started doing WiP Wednesday with ... some (not a lot, haha) of regularity that there's very few things that I'm actively working on right now that I haven't talked about to some extent but I have no problem gathering them all here. I have five fics that I'm noodling on at the moment.

How to Breathe 101. I've probably talked about this one the most because it is absolutely the closest to finished. I have random snippets all over the place on my tumblr that I've collected here: 1 2 3 4. And it comes from my love of the dynamic of Character A falls first, Character B falls harder as well as giving Derek the time and space to work out his trauma and form relationships beyond romantic ones.

Heartbeat Hustle. This was such a nothing idea that I kind of just farted around on because I wasn't feeling adding a hundred words (my daily word count goal) to any of the things that I was already working on and I came up with this: here. And it's another one I just keep randomly chipping away at. The basic premise is Derek finally hears Stiles' heartbeat at rest around him and it becomes the background noise of his entire universe without realizing it because it's just such a comforting sound for him.

PvW, Chapter 3. Yes, I'm working on it. Slowly, but I am. Chapter 3 of Prostitute vs Werewolf. (1 and 2 here). I'm still hoping it'll end at Chapter 6. I... sort of have a plan here, lol.

Steter Hanahaki. I accidented myself into this fic, which I posted about: here. Sometimes I like to just search tags on AO3 rather than fandoms and all the most popular Teen Wolf ones for Peter and Stiles that I came across were, well.... not the fun way and I have unfortunately kept chipping away at this even though writing Peter (and it is from his PoV, ugh) is such a hard thing for me to do!

Sciles, Slow Burn, Codependency Fic. I don't really know where this one came from but I think, pretty unsurprisingly, being ace, I like when friendships are the be all and end all for people and I also like when they sort of just slide into.... oops, somehow you're my whole world. And since I haven't posted anything about this one yet and it is my second longest fic on here at the moment, here's a snippet:

It’s an almost-casual college girlfriend who alerts Stiles to exactly the level of codependence he’s now sporting with Scott. She laughs and clarifies to an acquaintance that the ‘casual’ is at her insistence and the ‘almost’ is at Scott’s. The follow-up, the ‘why’ is nothing more than a pointed look in Stiles’ direction. Stiles feigns offense, lazily twirls a less-than-dextrous pointer finger back towards his own chest. Perks an eyebrow. “Moi?” She grins widely and Stiles senses a sharpness to it that’s likely fueled more by the fewer inhibitions everyone at this party is collectively experiencing, rather than true ill will. He hopes anyway and, not to brag, but he has gotten pretty good at knowing when things want him dead. Scott chooses that moment to saunter over and instead of perching on the arm of her chair or sliding onto the large cushion of the recliner with her, he bumbles into Stiles, an arm falling around his shoulder as he pushes his drink into his hand so he can set down a plate of steaming nachos on the table in front of them. He’s a warm, familiar weight and only after he’s leaned the whole of himself into Stiles’ side does Stiles realize, if he’d planned this in advance, no part of him would’ve expected Scott to sit anywhere but exactly where he did. Stiles holds Scott’s beer and Scott scrubs a hand over Stiles’ buzzcut, frowns as he peers at Stiles’ expression. He’s not sure what his face is doing but it prompts Scott to say, “All good?” Stiles blinks. Swallows. “Yeah, all’s peachy keen over in this here neck of the woods.” Scott smiles and, as though ‘neck’ was some cue word, he leans over and buries his nose in the crease between neck and shoulder, breathing deeply, and yeah, okay, they’re basically dating. Stiles can see that but. You know. They’ve nearly died how many times between the years of sixteen and nineteen? They’re entitled to be grotesquely into each other as far as he’s concerned. Maybe they’ve gotten a little worse after the nogitsune. And the siren that nearly drowned Scott. And the Lamia that ripped open Stiles’ torso last year. It’s not unusual for them to fall asleep in the same bed or press lingering kisses to each other’s foreheads, cheeks, necks, but Stiles is pretty sure Scott’s one hundred percent into vagina and, while Stiles’ appetites are more varied, he’s not super interested in Scott’s dick. He’s just interested in Scott, really. All of Scott, however much of Scott that Scott would like him to be interested in basically. And since that doesn’t include his dick… that doesn’t include his dick.

Thank you so much for the ask and the interest! <3

#writing #my writing #sterek #steter #sciles #teen wolf #i've been doing tHE MOST lately so i haven't gotten to work on this stuff in a few weeks #but these are the ones i'm focused on!!#!ask #thanks again :P

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udon-udon · 4 months

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anyway, depresso vent post again

not sure if it's just a coinkidink but god, i've been getting depresso BEFORE my pre-period PMS which sucks cause i get twice the depresso come on man wtf

but anyway, idk things have been triggering me a lot lately and idk if it's cause of the stress of all the things i have to do + lack of art career direction + seeing everyone advance and im not advancing/feeling like im being left behind + the stress from work + internal battles and issues i haven't solved yet that i keep gaslighting myself that i've solved but clearly they are not solved + the existing family issues. I feel like yeah most likely that's causing my additional wave of depresso but i also hate that it just comes out of nowhere. I was pumped and all cause I started going to the gym and then suddenly i'm like falling to the floor help ive fallen and can't get up.

i'm also not much of a crier, i hate crying simply cause it takes a lot of energy so i don't really cry much unless im super frustrated or wtvr, but i've been finding myself wanting to cry more so than ever, starting from a few months ago????? I still try not to cause i hate crying, but theres always that tight feeling in my throat like i want to cry u know. And yes, I know crying it out is good for you, but ugh.

I also have been yet again putting a shit ton of more stuff on my plate than I should be what's new, and that's also causing stress as well cause I want to do so many things but I obviously don't have the time for it. I'm still slowly chipping away at my art commissions and I planned on having them done by Feb 1 but i dont think that's gonna happen.... But after art commissions is art print grind cause I need to overhaul my old anime convention art prints... And then I had the idea of creating a side brand that sells only udon related merch (so less anime, and more cute) and because it's a whole new brand, there's a lot of effort/designing/money to be put in and.... that's... more things to do in so little time. Why do I do this to myself. I still really want to do it though!!!! But at what cost, udon... at what cost....

And of course, seeing people be successful makes me feel down cause I don't have what they have and they have what I want yada yada insert pitiful stuff. I'm happy for these people but obvs i can't help but be envious and my brain being like "you're never gonna be enough/never gonna get what they have" and then i want to stab a knife in my brain hello. It's hard to see my own successes when I keep looking at other people's successes, which sucks, cause I've done a lot of cool things, but I keep unregistering them because it's not my ideal success or something idk

Also I think what mostly triggered this month's mood swing is seeing/feeling that someone's leaving me (?) Seeing someone I enjoy being with happier/enjoying someone else's company more. And I'm being totally irrational with that because ofc there are so many other factors. I can't control what other people feel/do and I'm not the center of the universe!!! But in this/that moment it makes me feel like I'm not enough, that I'm boring or wtvr, not loved. And we all know how much I struggle with that 🤪 basically my abandonment issues kicking in, but also my brain being really irrational

I guess this month's theme is I feel like I'm not enough :' ) and also way too many things on my plate yet again, and the stress that I kind of forgot during the December holiday catching back up to me again :)

#personal #i want to become a shut in......

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hi, i'm a big fan of your writing and headcanons, i just had a few thoughts on the "robin is too deep in lesbian loneliness to realise nancy is making a move":

1. "lesbian loneliness" is such a great term, and is now my identity as a person.

2. now i need a stunted robin, who can't hold her crush anymore, to confess to nancy like "i'm in lesbians with you"

Hey anon!! Thank you so much for sending this ask, it's so kind and ugh lesbian loneliness is way too real as a concept. Anyway, here’s a lil silly and quick something bc I wanna write more ronance… Hope I did your idea justice!

It was driving her absolutely up the walls, and Robin just couldn’t take it anymore. Nancy Wheeler was the most beautiful woman she had ever laid eyes on, and it was so fucking unfair. Robin wished she could turn off her feelings, could go back to when the thought Nancy was just such a priss. But the truth was that even then, Robin had been interested. She was just stronger then, managed to nip the imminent crush in the bud the moment she realized Steve Harrington was once again in the picture. She wasn’t about to have a repeat of Tammy Thompson. So she kept those feelings down, and forced herself to see the worst in Nancy – the way she was a know-it-all, the way she could be so mean and impatient, the way she kind of had an upturned nose to all who weren’t herself and Barb.

Robin and Barb had been friends, and Nancy sometimes just came along as part of a set. But she had never made an effort to talk to Robin, and seemed to not have the time to even spare her a glance. After Barb had been gone, Robin didn’t even have to spare any thoughts Nancy’s way. They didn’t run in the same circles.

Now, though. Now Nancy was all glances, and light touches, and smiles that were just for her. Robin didn’t know when it had happened, but somehow, along the winding way of being hunted by interdimensional monsters, she became friends with Nancy. And it wasn’t the same kind of friendship she shared with Steve, it felt different. Nancy’s attentions were like a beacon of everything Robin had ever dreamed of, and she was falling so hard, the word “crush” made more and more sense. She felt entirely mangled.

Robin was mostly good at keeping these feelings to herself, but they were slowly suffocating her. She finally told Steve, because she told Steve everything. And he had just looked at her with warm eyes, and told her it’ll pass. It wasn’t feeling like it, but if anyone knew what it was like to love Nancy Wheeler and not be loved back, that was Steve.

Things came crashing down, however, when Nancy invited herself over to Robin’s house with a bottle of cheap vodka, a container of berries, and way too many chips. She knew Robin’s parents were out for the weekend, and in she waltzed, like they’d made plans. Nancy was talking an hour a minute about mixing sugary drinks, and she had her hair up in a ponytail, little whisps of it floating down the nape of her neck. Robin wanted to kiss them away, or undo the scrunchie she had on just to dig her fingers in Nancy’s curls. She was a lost cause.

Nancy fixed them drinks, and Robin babbled about work, gaze completely enraptured by Nancy’s every smile, by her expressive eyes, by all of her.

Two drinks in, something felt stuck in the back of her throat, like a massive lump of all her feelings. It didn’t help one bit that Nancy was sitting so close to her, her thigh pressed along Robin’s own. Torture, distracting, absolutely mind-bending. And then Nancy leaned her head on Robin’s shoulder, yawned.

“You think I could stay over? Don’t think I should drive.” The words were said against the side of Robin’s neck, Nancy’s breath on her skin sending shivers down Robin’s spine.

“Yes! Of course,” Robin said, too fast, too eager. So damn obvious, she thought. “You can have the guest room.”

“What? Nooo.” Nancy pulled away, shook her head as she looked at Robin. “No, let’s do a sleepover. We can share your bed.”

“No,” Robin snapped, harsher than she meant to, pulling away. She wanted that, she really did, but she wanted it a bit too much. She didn’t want to be so close to Nancy and not be able to do anything about it. It made her whole body ache. “I mean… No need. The guest room is very comfortable, that mattress is more comfortable than my own. I mean, you know how I am, I like mine lumpy.”

Nancy squinted, those pretty brown eyes over a little glossy from alcohol, but still sharp as ever as she eyed Robin up and down.

“Why don’t you wanna do a sleep-over with me?” Nancy’s hand rested on Robin’s knee, and she twisted on the couch so she was fully facing her now. It was so fucking distracting.

So distracting, no one could or should blame Robing for the answer that slipped out of her mouth.

“I’m in lesbians with you.”

A beat. Her own words swam around Robin’s brain like a plastic bag floating around in the wind. She was trying to process them, but she didn’t even know where to begin.

Nancy looked so shocked, Robin was completely in the dark as to how she would react.

“What?” sounded just about right.

“I mean… Shit, Nance, sorry, I mean–”

Nancy smirked. Robin’s stomach dropped.

“You mean you like me?” She asked, eyebrows shot up high, and she was gazing at Robin in that most terrifying way of hers. Like her brain was going a mile a minute, powering through all the possibilities related to the situation at hand. Like she knew so much already.

“I… Uh. Yeah?” Robin’s voice came out small and peaked, and she kicked herself internally. Her mind felt like it might just fully haunt any second, and this was not the time, not when Nancy’s hand was back on her knee. Not when she had that little spark in her eyes.

“You’re in lesbians with me?” Nancy raised an eyebrow, waited for an explanation.

“I’m in love with you,” Robin corrected, matter-of-factly, like she wasn’t putting her heart out there for Nancy to stomp on. “The lesbian part is just… Well. I’m the lesbian part.”

Nancy’s lips twitched, the corner of her mouth twisting into a little smile that was making Robin so goddamn fucking confused.

“Is that right?” Nancy asked, sat closer. Her knees were brushing the side of Robin’s thigh on the couch. Robin was sure she had died and this was a sick joke played on her by purgatory. Because Nancy was not angry, or disgusted, or done. In fact, she seemed almost… Nope. Robin was drunker than she thought.

“Is… Is that a bad thing?”

Nancy leaned in. Robin forgot to breathe.

“Does this mean we get to have a sleepover after all?” Nancy asked, suggestive.

There was nothing to be said. Robin was so confused, she thought she might just pass out.

Nancy seemed to turn more serious when she didn’t answer, pulled back, but put her hand on top of Robin’s, fingers interlaced, holding her tightly.

“It’s not a bad thing,” Nancy said, careful. Like Robin was a wild animal who might just scuttle away if she said the wrong thing. “It’s the best thing.”

Robin didn’t know where it came from. Maybe the years of pent-up longing, desire bottled up and pressurizing to a point of no return. All those girls she had loved and liked and cared for, who never spared her a second glance. She didn’t know. Whatever it was, in the blink of an eye, Robin was kissing Nancy. Robin pressed herself close to her, lips moving eagerly against her lips, pulling Nancy in by the collar of her shirt, fingers bunched in the fabric.

It felt like coming home. It wasn’t what people talked about, there were no fireworks. This was better. Kissing Nancy Wheeler felt like belonging. And maybe Robin was ridiculous, maybe this was too much too soon. But fuck, her chest was so full, and she was so sure. She’d enjoy every moment as much as she could, she’d allow herself to feel all she needed to feel.

Later, when they slipped into bed kiss-drunk and vodka-drunk, Robin held Nancy close to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around her middle. Sleep came easy, she had never known such fucking peace. Just as she started to drift, Nancy squeezed her hand tightly, pushed in closer.

“I’m in lesbians with you too, you know,” she mumbled, sleepy voice barely a whisper in the darkness.

The words hung over Robin’s head like a crown, and she pressed her face to the back of Nancy’s neck, dropped a kiss to the sensitive skin.

“I’m starting to get that, yeah.”

#ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #robin x nancy #monstrous lesbian #monstrous writing

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mcalhenwrites · 1 month

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I'm actually getting very excited to share Geckos, Automata. I've been sick the past few days and have an event next Saturday, but I've been chipping away at editing in-between things. I had to rewrite some chapters toward the end. They were rather rushed. Not that I mind short chapters. Kind of relief to have chapters that are rarely over 2k and even some lower than 1k after Seasons, where I think the average chapter is 5k... (I should check that sometime.)

Geckos, Automata will probably be under 75k by the time I'm done editing and rewriting sections. That's refreshing. I'm so glad it's a short story! I can write short stories? WHO KNEW?! (So many of mine are long. Nearly every story in the dragon universe is going to be 250k+ on average, given what I have planned for them...) Anyway. Life is kind of weird. I am not finding work that I can do with my health, and transportation is an issue until I have a job. (I want to buy my mom's car off of her before my dad decides to trade it in when they go to get her a new one. The car was T-boned when a truck ran a stop sign, and the place that fixed it did a shit job so my parents had to put down another $1600 to further fix issues that were ignored. I would give them more money than a trade at this point, and the car is sufficient for minor errands.) Here's hoping my writing takes off, since apparently my health is just a shit show. But I do have coverage so I'm slowly but surely making appointments. Next month, I see a doctor about getting tested for Sjogren's and other issues. I've been going to the library in the next town over, and I plan to get two more library cards (one for the city nearby, one for my town) soon. I checked out Wolfsong by TJ Klune and need the rest of the books, the city has them but one of them has a huge waiting list... I am in love with this series! Anyway. That's all. Have a picture of "my" cats. (Roommate's, technically, but they're sharing.)

They are Barnaby and Mildred (yes those are OC names as well, but listen) and we call them BB and Millie. Or Princess Millie, Reverse Card (he has a spot on his back that's white, a spot on his white stomach that is black), Silly Millie, and like... a thousand other things. BB is complaining bc I put their fishing rod toy on the ceiling fan for a few minutes to go do something real quick before I went back to playing with them... (It's a ribbon. I didn't want them getting wrapped up in it.) Millie is my best friend. ;A; I'm slowly convincing her my lap is a place to snuggle on. BB is the most hyperactive cat I have ever met and likes my roommate more and thinks I'm just a food/treat dispenser and the person who should play even when I'm TRYING TO EAT AFTER PLAYING WITH THEM TWO STRAIGHT HOURS OMG SLOW DOWN CHILD I BEG YOU (They're 2+ years old and former outdoor kitties, we adopted them back in January. BB actually has the TNR clipped ear, hard to see in this photo but his gorgeous ear, I hate that they did that to it... ;A; )

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eponastory · 7 months

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@pizzalover8969

I come bearing gifts!

Marlene

If there was an award for the worst credit score ever, it would go to Dante. Not that he needed good credit to get what he wanted anyway, but it did help his chances. If there was negative credit, that was where his was. That did not matter because he found someone with a really good sale going on.

Two hours of talking to a sleazy car salesman later, he drove out of the parking lot with a very old red Dodge Caravan.

He got it for the rock bottom price of one thousand dollars. Which covered the price of the state of the art sound system from the early 2000s. It even had a CD player. Oh, and a tiny disco ball hanging from the rear-view mirror. There were some dents in the doors. The biggest one was on the driver's side, where he could not get the door open. That was not a problem. He could dive in through the window.

The seats were gray with some brown stains on them from soda or something else entirely. He was not going to really think about it. But it was clean. It smelled good even though there was the faint smell of pot and cigarette smoke still lingering in the AC. Overall, it had potential.

Oh, and it came with a built-in cat bed. Cat included.

Actually, the cat had been living in there for a while since one of the rear windows had a decent sized hole in it. That knocked five hundred dollars off the price. Overall, Dante was pretty happy with his purchase.

Now, he did not have to worry about spending money on hotels for jobs that took him away from home. Nope, he was going to rip out those back seats and throw a mattress back there. He even thought about adding in a little refrigerator in there for cold drinks. It was a solid plan.

Really, he had the ability to sleep anywhere, but he wanted a damn mattress to sleep on.

So that was that.

The best thing about the van... was the sound of the engine. It purred like a charger. That was because someone actually put a refurbished charger engine under the hood. Oh yes, it was a muscled up minivan that roared like it was going out of style. He had to have it.

And it was in his favorite color.

How lucky could he get?

Now, all he had to do was pop a few decals on it, tear out those seats, and name the cat. The cat was not leaving without a fight, so it stayed. Doing all of that took less than an hour. Well, except naming the cat.

"What is this piece of shit doing here?" And there it was. The voice that always had something to say. "Oh no... this can't be his." He popped his head out of the back of the van as he was adjusting the mattress in the back. "Dante, are you for real right now?" It was Lady.

"As real as my new baby." He smiled wide as he hopped out and patted the exterior of the van. "You like her?"

"Her?" Lady looked at him in shock as he stood next to his new pride and joy. "You named this hunk of junk?"

"Hey, you're gonna hurt Marlene's feelings if you don't stop calling her names." He caressed the chipped red paint as though it were his one true love. He was only doing it to get a rise out of Lady anyway. "It's okay, Marlene, I'll make the mean lady apologize." The absolute shock on the huntresses' face at how outlandish Dante was being had him close to breaking down in laughter. "See, you hurt her feelings."

"Dante, cut the bullshit." She fell into a dead stare and crossed her arms. He could not help himself.

"Lady, do you see any bulls out here?" Her buttons were easy to push at this point as he held his arms out, motioning to the street around them.

"Ugh... you're infuriating!" And that was when she gave up. Stomping away like a teenager after being picked on by an older sibling. "I'm going to Starbucks!"

"Hey, can you get me a pumpkin spice latte?" He asked as she walked away, but instead, she just threw her middle finger up in the air. "I guess not." Dante turned his attention back to the red van with a smile. "She'll come around."

Once everything was in place and the black cat affectionately given the name of 'Lulu', the van was ready for its first job. The only problem was that there were no jobs. It had been a bit dry in the gin and tonic department, too.

There was Vergil.

Bad idea. Vergil would not set foot or ass in Marlene.

Trish?

Nah, she was likely to throw the van at him for even asking.

Nero.

Nero could use a little bit of a night out. He happened to be in town, doing who knows what. It was the perfect night, too, because there was a band playing at one of his local haunts.

He even bought a new pair of shades to wear while cruising around in Marlene. Putting them on, he climbed in through the window and started up the engine. The grin on his face when the beautiful beast under the hood roared to life only grew wider. Yes, this was a very good buy.

"Let's rock, Baby!" He turned the music on, playing 80s rock. It was a good thing he kept all of those CDs from the 90s.

As he rode down the street with the windows down and a terrified cat curled up in the bed behind his seat, he sang to Metallica. That was when he spotted Nero walking down the sidewalk with his hands in his pocket. That was also the moment that 'Don't Stop Believing' came on.

It was time to embarass the shit out of his nephew.

Dante hung his head out of the window as he sidled up to the curb, singing loudly. Every word sung really loud and surprisingly not off key, but it was enough to stop Nero in his tracks.

"Get in Loser! We're going bar hopping!" The look on the kid's face was somewhere between confused and embarrassed. Just like the day Dante told him Vergil was his old man. Ah, memories.

"What the hell is this?" The younger man motioned to the red van that Dante was practically hanging out of as he parked. "You going through a midlife crisis or something?"

"Nope, just taking an idea from you." He pulled his sunglasses down to look the kid in the eyes. "I couldn't pass up a good deal."

"What do you call a deal these days? Chipped paint and a cracked up engine?" Nero laughed as Dante put the vehicle in park and climbed out of the window.

"I'll have you know, the car was free." He grunted as his feet landed on the ground. "I pretty much paid for the stereo system, and the cat was free too."

"Cat?" He nodded at the younger man as he reached back into the van, pulling out a black cat who was growling.

"Meet Lulu, my newest employee." Dante scratched the irritated cat under the chin, only to recieve a bite. "Okay, let me just put that back in there. She doesn't like to be disturbed." He gently put the cat back in the van.

"I don't even know what to say." Nero could not believe what he was seeing. Or why he was even seeing it. As a matter of fact, he was not even sure he was in the same reality at that moment. Sure, Dante could be a bit... out there... but this was something else.

"Don't say anything and get in the van." Dante set his shades back up on the bridge of his nose as he hopped back into the driver's seat.

"I'm going to regret this." There was no point in resisting. Nero sighed as he walked around to the passenger side and got in. At least the door opened on that side. "It smells like weed in here."

"Shhhhhh... just sit back and enjoy the ride."

#yes dante named his minivan marlene but we can change it #dante makes people lose their minds with his antics #humor #devil may cry #dante #dmc #fanfic #devil may cry fanfiction #dante sparda #devil may cry 5 #nero #Lady is done with Dantes BS #pizzalover8969

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maddiem4-writes · 6 months

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Yes, Anything

Close your eyes. It's late afternoon, and the golden streams of sunlight are creeping in through the stained glass of a half-full bar, lighting the dust motes into visible beams of varying tints and colors. This place doesn't get busier than happy hour, and for two women sitting at their regular booth - not a clean table, but probably the cleanest to be found here, with the least indeterminate stickiness and stale beer smell - it's the perfect density of schlubby middle-aged patrons and thin enthusiastic hipsters for a pair of conspirators to have a private conversation in peace and comfort. You notice that the thinner, sharper-edged of the two seems deep in thought…

I leaned back and groaned, blowing a smooth and careless river of smoke between my pursed lips, The Cigarette perched between my fingers in a deceptively tight two-finger pose. Carmen waited patiently, sipping her beer, watching me think. The noise of the bar, in warm tones like the wood of our booth seats, faded into the background. I closed my eyes and considered the biology of it. Everything else fell away from my attention, the clink of glass and murmur of regulars, gone.

"Fuck. There's no way around it." I opened my eyes and glared at a chip in the far wall. "We need a changeling."

Carmen laughed. "A changeling? Where are we gonna find a changeling for this job?" She brushed some crumbs off her oversized sweater, which permitted a clearer view of the permanent stains on the Eagles logo. She tapped at the edge of her plate with a finger. "What about a wolf. Eh? They're a dime a dozen in this town, we both know it. They transform too."

I shook my head. "Not in a way that could sever the connection. You still have an arm before, and an arm after, right? Either way, from wolf to human or back again."

She picked up her sandwich, took a big bite, and responded around it. "Shuw. Thas how weahwolves wook. Obviouswy."

"Obviously." I pointed at my arm. "Which is why we can't use a wolf for this job. It needs to be arm, then no arm - quick." I lowered my voice to a whisper. "You have to understand, this thing doesn't want to exist on its own. It'll work its little knifey ass off to stay integrated with the host."

Carmen gulped down her bite of BLT. "Right. The whole blood thing. Why is everything about blood, anyways?"

I shrugged. "Blood is life. Everybody wants life."

"Sweetie, I raised four kids. If I asked one of them what he wanted for his birthday, and he said 'blood,' we'd be looking up psychs in the phone book." She went in for another mouthful. "It's gwoss, bwood is gwoss."

"Well Carnificābō wants blood. It's just a dull, lifeless little stage prop without a host vascular system to tangle itself up in. It needs a battery, or it can't do its thing."

"Well why not one of us?" She wiped her mouth with her sleeve. "We've got arms and some shape changing abilities, asterisk."

I shook my head. "We're dead batteries. The knife needs a living thing."

Carmen gave me a devilish grin. "Well that probably rules out a few other options, don't it?"

I couldn't help but smile back at her. "You were going to suggest a vampire, weren't you?"

She took another glug of her beer. It was some kind of stout or porter, dark and heavy. "You know me. And I know you - if a vamp could do the job…"

I stared her down, lifting The Cigarette back up to my lips. "I'd do what's necessary. I'd complain, but I'd do it." I sucked the air through the tobacco and the filter. "A woman has to have her priorities in order."

"See that's what I kept telling myself." I saw the muscles in her neck tense up just a bit. "You can take that hint any time, honey."

I stared at The Cig, now nearly burnt down, and I stubbed it out in the ashtray in front of me. "I'm still just fine with my choices, thanks. I know what I want."

"At all costs."

"More or less."

She shook her head. "You're a fucking nutcase. I'm loving the ride, don't get me wrong here, sugar. I'm in all the way to see what happens. But you're a fucking nutcase, with a fucking nutcase contract, and that's just the facts."

I chuckled. "Yeah, I have the nutcase contract? Look who's talking."

She shook her head vigorously, swiping no with her hands, in a way that made the leftover cigarette smoke dance out of the way. "Uh-uh. There's a line, Lizzie - see, my contract is unwise." She made a vertical gesture with her hands, this box over here. "Your contract…" She gestured again in a distinctly separate zone of the space between us. "… is unwell. There's a difference."

"You're saying you'd pick something else, if you had the chance to do it over?"

"I dunno. I might. I think about it sometimes."

"Hey, I keep offering to go break some linebacker kneecaps for you…"

She jabbed her finger at me. "Don't you fucking dare."

I smirked, and took a second to go back to WINTER, 16 YEARS OLD, NEXT TO THE ICE MACHINE BEHIND THE 7-ELEVEN, HOLDING THE Cigarette. The only one I ever smoked. It was bad at the time, put me off smoking for the rest of my life, but after living I'd developed the acquired taste. It was a Camel Blue, better than a pack of blues you could buy today and at a cost of zero dollars. I stuck it in my mouth, struck the lighter in my other hand, and puffed the Cig to life for the thousand and something-eth time.

She glared as I continued smugly, "… and every time I offer, you always react like that. That's no way to live forever, you know."

"Well, not everyone is quite so 'aT All cOsTs' as you." It was a very funny impression, cartoonishly affable and icy. I was flattered. "It's the goddamn Eagles, you fucking harlot. There's things in this world that are sacred."

I couldn't help but show my teeth in a Cheshire cat grin. "This is why you're so fun to work with, Carmen. The way your mind works is a delicious and profound mystery to me."

She rolled her eyes, arms crossed, huffy. I could practically see the gears turning in her head. "And if we get the knife? Who's on the kill list, other than the obvious?"

I stole the sandwich off her plate and scarfed down a bite before she could protest. She stared at me, dumbfounded, and I winked at her. "Ashide from him - (mm) - obvioushly, there'sh shome who'sh, but alsho shome whatsh."

She leaned in. "Lizzie, you're concocting something, and I wanna know. What do you mean, whats? You said it's a knife that can kill anyone."

I swallowed. "Uh-uh. I specifically never said that. What I did say, was it's a knife that can kill anything." I licked my lips clean. "We're here, at this dive in midtown, right? So what's stopping me from taking a step forward and having sushi in Tokyo right now?"

"Well you're not in Tokyo, idiot."

"Right, but think. You have to frame the idea right. What is the obstacle in the way of me being in Tokyo? What's preventing me from just being there if I want to be?"

She looked at me suspiciously. "It's… far away."

"Exactly!" I yelled, a little too loud, and then dropped to a whisper. "It's distance, right? Distance is the obstacle."

The gears were starting to get traction in her brain. I could see it. "Sure…."

"Well distance is just a concept, just a thing, right? And let's say I had this knife in my hand, Carnificābō. A knife… that can kill… anything."

"Oh fuck."

"If you can frame it right in your mind, you start to realize this knife can do just about anything. Open a portal to a faraway place, if you kill the distance. Make you instantly rich, if you kill your poverty. Cure any disease. Kill your ignorance, to learn anything you want. For the price of having to think about it like a Jeopardy contestant, and having the handle of the knife integrate its veins with yours, you can grant more or less any imaginable wish."

At some point she'd gripped onto her glass, hard, and a bead of condensation had started a voyage down her finger. She didn't seem to notice. "Oh fuck."

"You wanna know why nobody's stolen the knife before? Not for awhile, anyways."

Her eyes darted back and forth conspiratorially. "Well I expect if someone has it, it'd be hard to take from 'em, given the whole granting of wishes thing. How the hell do you steal something like that?"

I wagged my finger. "Easier than it sounds. We won't be the first people to try."

"So he'll be paranoid, for entirely justified reasons, about someone stealing the fucking knife. That's swell, hon. How do you know someone else will try to steal it, anyways?"

"No. I mean someone tried to steal it a long time ago."

"Who?"

"Long story, doesn't matter, and stop interrupting. The owner, he panicked, and made a big juicy mistake. He killed time itself, in a bubble 3.7 meters in diameter around himself. It's been measured and everything. He, and the knife, they've been frozen in the bubble for about 40 years now. Nobody's been able to break into that bubble, but we will. If anything, that's the easy part." I leaned back, put my feet on the table, and puffed a ring of smoke. "We have boy wonder on the team now."

Carmen stared at me for a long moment. "Alan?" I wiggled my eyebrows and nodded. She took a deep chug of her beer. "Good luck with that one."

I raised The Cigarette in a mock toast. "He's already working on what we need, not that he knows it yet. But like I said, that's the easy part. When the bubble drops, we need to move fast. We'll have the advantage of the old host being disoriented and terrified, so I think we can lop his arm off faster than he can realize what's happening."

Carmen nodded, started to get her feet under her again. "Tricky, but doable, okay. What's the location?"

I sucked in another puff of tar and toasted tobacco mulch. "Warehouse in Pittsburgh, and that's where most of the challenge lies. The place is occupied. There's this… mm… a polycule, I suppose, of gnomes."

"Fucking gnomes," Carmen gritted her teeth as she said it.

"Oh yes. So you know what that's going to mean."

"Yeah. Automations. Defenses. Automated defenses. Enchantments and booby traps and random bullshit all over the floor. And that's if they're not home." She stopped, and gave me a pointed look. "They aren't gonna be home, right?"

"I have a distraction lined up," I reassured her, a bit of a purr in my voice. It was a good plan. "And besides, we're ghosts. What's a trap to a ghost?"

She held up her fingers and started counting off. "Salt lines, rock salt shotguns, iron cages, bear traps, rune circles, holy flame…. and don't forget, we'll have a new host to escort through the mess, one you told me in no uncertain terms needs to be alive."

"T-t-t-t-t. You're right about the defenses, but we don't need the host for the heist, just to use the knife afterwards. Think about it." I tapped out The Cig. "Easy, clean, and simple."

Carmen looked me up and down. "You really think so, don'tcha?" Her lip curled up. "I mean, it's not the worst plan. On paper."

"Oh Carmen, you wound me. As if you've never seen my contingency management skills before."

"Don't forget how you died, Sugar."

"Ancient history," I brushed her off, "that I learned quite well from, thank you very much."

She laughed, and finished off the rest of her beer. "You're a crazy one, Lizzie, but I'll play along. Where do we start?"

I fetched The Cigarette and sheltered it in the cup of my hands, striking the lighter until it caught. "Well, like I said…" I blew a current of smoke into the air above the empty glass and nearly-finished sandwich. "… we have to find a changeling."

#writing #maddiem4 #elizabeth maroney

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saturnskyline · 1 year

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"vegasporsche brainrot hours" YES PLEASE

porsche was blind to vegas betraying him (well, it wasn't about vegas betraying porsche but vegas going against his family that porsche didn't expect), but porsche also saw something in vegas that kinn and others didn't. he knew what vegas had done to him and main family, but when pete came back, and porsche did the math of what happened to pete, he didn't freak out or said: "vegas is doing to you what he did to tawan, ken and me". when vegas made the deal in ep13, porsche didn't question why would vegas want to see pete, and he trusted that vegas would do his part of the deal (which he did). when vegas warned him about the coup and said he will take care of pete, porsche knew it was not a lie and sort of gave his blessing. and vegas called him the second time about the coup, even though he didn't have to. ANYWAY, I AM RAMBLING, but what i wanted to say is that porsche saw something in vegas, and i can totally imagine another universe in which porsche would chip away some of vegas's armor, like, look, there is real flesh and blood underneath, you're a human, vegas, how does it feel to have someone see through your tough mafia guy bullshit? (also, unrelated to my ramblings, au where vegas and porsche have hot sex in that alley of hum bar, it's a bit rough, and porsche can feel all the places where he will have bruises and hickeys, so when vegas leaves, porsche texts his bestie pete with 'i think i just fucked your future husband, his name is vegas and here is his number')

*jason mendoza voice* oh nonnie. we're really in it now 🥺🥺

there really is so much to unpack with these two. i definitely agree with you; i think porsche sees vegas in a way that's pretty uncomfortable for both of them. the brainrot for their little meeting in ep 13 is especially strong, since there are so many possible interpretations. is porsche using pete as a bargaining chip, signaling how he's adjusting to mafia life? does he leave the ball in vegas' court, truly believing that vegas won't harm pete? i'm dizzy just thinking about it 🥲

one thing that does strike me as interesting is the "i don't trust you" bit. i believe porsche's statement on a surface level – i don't think what they have could be properly described as trust – but there is a unique kind of camaraderie that they share nonetheless. their dynamic in the last few episodes REALLY gets me... porsche needing to ask vegas for help (working around kinn 🤨), vegas calling porsche about the coup (bc yes! he really did not have to!), vegas threatening porsche to get to kinn!!! (probably wasn't personal, just. the cousin rivalry lol) like. there's LAYERS here and they make me crazyyy

and then there's another question: what next? post-canon, there are even more possibilities. i can't imagine that vegas wouldn't feel any resentment at his birthright being snatched up by his cousin's boyfriend of all people, but i like to imagine they develop a tentative bond again eventually. (personal headcanon: as much as porsche being the minor family head has rocked vegas' world, he can't help but be strangely relieved. it's the life he was trained for, but he doesn't feel the loss as keenly as he expected.) could them getting along just be wishful thinking on my part?? yes, very likely. but hey, i loved that motorcycle scene, what can i say 😭

oh. oh! and the idea of porsche telling vegas that he sees him, the "i know about all the walls you put up, and you're not as heartless as you pretend to be". yeah THAT'S the good stuff right there. i love it when vegas gets Perceived, and aside from pete, the only person that i think could truly pull that off would be porsche. sure, he hasn't seen everything, and the manipulation was no joke. but in order to sell all the lies, vegas has to add truth to an excruciating degree, probably more than he realizes. again, wishful thinking? possibly. but there are so many moments along the way where his concern and affection for porsche seem genuine. and hey, maybe all that means is that the manipulation is working on me. In that case, i will gladly be brainwashed :)

anyway i'm not sure that any of this makes sense, but thanks for fueling my unhinged ted talk! (OUR unhinged ted talk? 👀) and i love the au concept hehe, any scenario that even remotely involves vegas/pete/porsche has me bouncing off the walls 🙏🙏

#good soup good soup #shaking hands with anon bc they just Get Me #on that note. i should probably go to bed lol #vegas theerapanyakul #porsche kittisawasd #kpts #seems kinda generous but eh whatever i'll go ahead and tag #kp meta #anonymous #asks

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cipherexists · 1 year

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mmm TMA jmart yes

Jon wouldn't be forgetting the look of fear and sadness on the kid's face and how that fear felt to consume for a while, is this really the same kind of thing that Martin had experienced? That utter understanding that no one loved you and the fear no one ever would?

Or A kid comes in and gives a statement that gives a look into how Martin felt during his run-in with the Lonely. Martin needs a hug.

ao3 link here

Jon settled at his desk, flicking a few papers around and putting them aside so he wouldn't fiddle with them while recording. Sat across from him was a tall and lean child. They couldn't have been more than 14 or 15 and were doing anything other than focusing on what was in front of them, choosing to pick at the skin of their fingertips and chipping their own nail polish.

The kid, Jayden as the eye supplied him, was here to give a statement on their interaction with the lonely. The phone call to set up the appointment mentioned something along the lines of everyone disappearing while they were at school. The idea that someone so young could have felt so isolated caused a slight hint of ‘uncomfortable’ for the Archivist but he pressed on starting the recording with a sigh.

“Statement of Jayden Hirst, regarding their school being suddenly empty in the middle of the day. Statement taken live from subject, date twenty-first of January twenty seventeen. Statement begins.”

Jayden looked uncomfortable for a moment, taking a deep breath and moving their hands to tap lightly against the table before starting

“It was just last week, I hadn't really been looking forward to school that day as I don't really have many friends to make it any fun but the friends I did have were pretty upset with me for some reason or another. It was around 12:30, the day had gone as normal but I needed a time out to calm down, the classroom gets pretty loud sometimes and the bathroom is much quieter and cooler. I put my hand up and asked my teacher if i could leave and she handed me a hall pass like normal and I left the room.

What wasn't normal was that the hallway was, foggy? As soon as the door shut behind me it went dead silent, so quiet I could hear the blood in my ears. Now I wanted quiet, yeah, but also the bathroom has some pretty good white noise from the fans and that is so much better than hearing your own blood pumping.

I kept going though, I'm not really sure why? The bathroom wasn't far but the fog was a bit too cold for comfort and there was a pretty large amount of panic building due to the eerie-ness of everything. The bathroom opened and it was even foggier than outside, it didn't roll out as I opened the door though, just stayed there like a wall. It felt better than the empty corridors and it was much more familiar anyway so I went in. The panic went away.

It was so calm in there? Maybe calm isn't the right word. It was just a void. All the panic from the classroom, from my friends being mad at me and from the fog it just all went away. I couldn't even see myself in the mirror. It was so dense there. Eventually, I kind of slid down the wall and sat on the floor revelling in it. I realised I didn't need my friends. They were just making me upset and not having them, well, I wouldn't be sad over them being mad at me if I never spoke to them in the first place. You know?

I stayed there for a while. In the fog. I don't know how long really but at some point, I started crying. Didn't even notice it, only did because the air was cold and the tears felt freezing on my face. Maybe it was a few hours but I realised I need to go back to class or home or somewhere other than the filthy bathroom floor.

No one else ever walked in, there was never any noise outside, and the hallway was still filled with this wet fog, maybe more than before. I headed back to my classroom and there was no one there. My seat was still warm but the room was filled with vapour that didn't move even as a breeze passed through.

As I was sitting, I went back to thinking about my friends, how much I loved them and how much they had helped me when we weren't fighting. But the fog grew thicker as I realised that maybe they never cared. And again when I realised that not even my family really cared. I didn't have anyone that would miss me or even hold me when I cried, they were lying to me and they hated me and I was never anything to them.”

Jon blinked owlishly as Jayden started to breathe heavier and heavier, their hands stopping their rhythmic tapping to pull at the strings of their hoodie and hug their body. If Jon paid enough attention he would see the same fog Jayden was describing start to roll off their shoulders and filter through the floorboards. But Jayden carried on through their statement, they had to, they were compelled.

“I felt alone then, the fog in the classroom, it was so thick. I couldn't even see my hands, the light. The light was starting to get darker and I couldn't- I couldn't breathe. It all felt so consuming and empty at the same time. But then my phone went off.

I forgot I even had it on me in the first place but I had received a message from an online friend. It was silly, something about them having fallen over outside their college and ruined their jeans but the shape of it was rather phallic. I don't know how that broke whatever was happening to me but it did. The fog rolled away and I was back in the bathroom, sitting on the floor in the end stall with my phone cradled in my hands.

It hadn't even been 5 minutes but I felt exhausted. I headed back to my class and slept the rest of the lesson. Everything was normal after that. I keep dreaming of those foggy hallways, I still haven't spoken to my friends, it feels wrong to do it.”

Jayden took a long breath at finishing their statement, they had tear marks staining their cheeks but the shaking had somewhat subsided and they fiddled with stickers on the back of their phone. Jon reached over and clicked the recorder off and slid it from the centre of the table.

“Well done, that’s all I need. You can stop by the reception and get a hot drink if you need the time to recover.” Jayden took a breath, making eye contact for the first time before muttering a ‘thank-you’ and sliding the chair back. Jon sat for a second letting the statement flit through his mind, the expression on this kid's face and the way that kid was so overwhelmed with fear. Jon didn't understand why it was getting to him so much, why the fear he saw scared him. Martin went through that. Martin felt like that. The same clouds of fog had enveloped someone he truly cared for and he wasn't there to help. He wasn't even a text away. As if thinking of him summoned him there was a faint knock on the archive door.

Jon startled and shouted a quick ‘come in’ to reveal Martin, holding two cups of tea one barely sloshing over the edge. “You look stressed, I saw that kid come in and knew you were in for a weird one so I came prepared. Tea?” It was a quiet invitation but something Jon appreciated endlessly, showing that with a slight nod and standing to meet Martin as he placed the mugs on the table. “Are you alright? Would you like to tal-” Martin was cut off by Jon slipping his hands around his waist and tucking his head into Martin's shoulder.

Martin smelt of old paper and wood polish, a little of whatever deodorant he put on that morning. His jumper was this dark green that was well worn and covered in little bobbles that made it softer than it would've been new. Most importantly however was how Martin wrapped his arms around Jon’s shoulders and pulled him ever further into his chest while placing his chin into Jon’s hair.

Martin let out a small hum before pressing a kiss to Jon’s head and patting his back. Sure some days he'd feel the questions about the man's feelings for him start to bubble up, but it was moments like this that kept the cold fog out of his head. Kept him warm and clear.

After a minute or two Jon let go and pulled a seat around next to his, patting it for Martin to sit next to him. They drank their teas silently, Jon’s knee pressed into Martin's thigh, small points of contact, anchoring both of them in the present.

#jmart fic #jmart #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #statement #i write this so hard i black out for just over an hour and came out with this

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