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No longer locked upon the land but free on the rolling waves

You and Buggy come face to face with himself from the past, and while you’re fully accepting that this is your husband as a child, Buggy doesn’t want to accept it.

Rating: PG-13ish, but just due to some swearing.

Warning: Upset kid, upset husband. Reader is way too nice, doesn’t necessarily take husband’s feelings into account as well.

A/N: A combined request. I did a few versions of this story before feeling like it hit the marks I was wanting to hit. Also, I’m just trying to vibe off what I’ve seen of Kid Buggy. I’m no expert. I’d protect that kid with my life. He’s so adorable. I also like the trope of “Meeting your self from another time” and “gets turned back into kid-self”. This is the former, and I know shit about time travel but I just kind of made something up. This story has also been a lot of fun to work on and the reaction from people has been lovely, thank you! There's at least one more chapter (unless I get a surge and suddenly write way more), but I may write a few one shots about Buggy and his wife because I've come to adore her a lot. Title comes from "Sailing Song" by S.J. Tucker.

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6/Epilogue

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Chapter Four

“Is he mad at me?” Buggy asked when the two of you were in the kitchen together. He was helping you make dinner; you gave him the task of cutting up carrots while you cut up onions and celery to throw in a large pot. Neither of you saw Buggy ever since the kid asked him about Shanks, and that was a few hours ago. He thought maybe he was in trouble, that the captain was mad at him for asking those questions. 

“No, he isn’t.” You assured him as you wiped your knife on your apron. “Shanks is… a sensitive subject for him. I don’t even know what happened, but don’t worry, okay?” You smiled and took one of the pieces of carrot, popping it into your mouth. “I know the captain enjoyed showing the place off to you, y’know.”

“I liked seeing everything, especially those Buggy Balls!” Buggy grinned. “Can we fire one out of a cannon?”

“Oh uh, maybe?” You munched on the carrot as you took what he cut up so far, dumping them into the pot. “We’ll ask the captain next time we see him.”

Buggy nodded, watching the veggies get stirred in the pot for a bit before looking back up at you. “How long do I get to stay with you?”

That was a question you were waiting for but didn’t want to hear asked because you weren’t sure how to answer it. You didn’t know how long he would be with you, but what would get him home? Maybe tomorrow you could head back into town with him, see if anything can trigger his return, but part of you wanted to keep him around. Admittedly, that was a selfish want. He needed to return home because he had his own timeline to live through, and if he stayed here could it mess something up. 

You smiled at him and shrugged. “I dunno, but maybe tomorrow we head into town where we met and see if anything happens. I bet you wanna head home.”

“Yea…” He trailed off, looking back down at the veggies. “But if I could stay… I think I would.”

That was a knife to the heart again, because you would let him stay if you could. You’d give him the love and attention you knew he deserved, support his dreams and endeavors, everything. 

But he couldn’t stay. He needed to return home and that broke your heart. You just smiled at him and tossed some salt and pepper into the pot before pouring in some water.

“If you could, I know you would, and I’d be fine with that, Buggy.” You replied as you gave the pot a good stir before putting the lid on. “But… you have to go home at some point, because I don���t… know what could happen if you stay.” Turning to face him, you suddenly pulled him into your arms and hugged him. “I have loved having you around, you know. You’re a wonderful kid.”

He allowed the hug for a moment before pulling away, crossing his arms as he turned red. You chose not to say anything, instead just smiling and standing back up. He eyed you before bolting out of the kitchen all of a sudden, catching you off guard. What just happened? Did you upset him? 

Your husband entered the kitchen at that moment, looking in the direction the kid ran off too. “What just happened?”

“I don’t know.” You said with a frown. “I hugged him and called him wonderful, then he took off.”

“Huh.” Adult Buggy shrugged and went over to the stove to see what was being made for dinner. As he lifted the lid off, seeing the soup starting to slowly simmer, the kid came rushing back in with something in his hand. Buggy frowned at his younger self. “What’s going on?”

The kid looked him up and down before turning to you, holding something in his hands. He looked smug as he grabbed your hand and placed the item into it. You were confused for a moment, and when he pulled his hand back and you saw what it was, you almost dropped it. You had completely forgotten about the pendant and this was the first time you really got to see it up close and you nearly dropped it in surprise. 

“Consider this my proposal for when we meet again.” He said, looking quite proud of himself as he crossed his arms. Your husband’s jaw dropped and he raised the lid up, looking like he was going to throw it at him. You intervened and pocketed the pendant, kneeling down in front of the kid once more. It was hard not to laugh because the look of pride on the kid’s face was the same one you saw on a certain pirate captain when he asked you to marry him years ago, except you were given a bouquet of flowers with no petals (having been destroyed after he stole them and ran off with them) and a ring with a rock the size of his nose (also stolen). 

“Thank you, it’s lovely.” You told him; your husband grumbled and put the lid back. He wouldn’t risk hitting you with it by accident. You leaned over and gave the kid a kiss on the cheek, choosing not to comment further when his face turned bright red. Instead, you stood up and patted him on the head. “I’ll treasure it, Buggy.”

The kid side-eyed the husband, smirking at him despite blushing brightly. The little shit, he should have at least kept it until he met you later on. It didn’t make sense to give it to you now while you were already married to his adult self, but Adult Buggy didn’t say anything after you gave him that look that told him to keep his mouth shut or there would be consequences since he would likely say something stupid. Grumbling, he decided to take a seat at the table instead, the kid taking the seat across from him. He glared at the kid and the kid just smirked. To you, this was just hilarious but you were doing your best not to start laughing. 

~

You allowed them to fire one Buggy Ball out to the water after dinner and that was it. There was to be no town destroying during this trip and the identical grumpy looks from the two of them was amusing, but you put your foot down. You even stood by, watching to make sure it was just one, and the look of excitement on the kid’s face almost made you cave to allow a second one, but you remained strong. You didn’t cave, even when the two of them gave you doe eyes after your husband asked if they could. 

And you decided to allow it after reminding the captain that it was wasting ammo, and that a demonstration was one thing, but now it was just a waste. He hated it when you pointed those things out. Reluctantly, he decided not to fire off a second one, much to his and the kid’s disappointment.

As it grew later into the evening, you decided it was time to settle in for the night. The kid was easier to get ready for bed than your own husband, but you knew the captain also needed to make sure the crew had taken care of the ship for the night as well. 

The pendant was still in your pocket from the kid’s little proposal, the weight of it a reminder from a moment in your own past. You got the kid ready for bed but you didn’t change into your own sleep clothes, which he noticed and frowned at.

“You’re not ready for bed.” He pointed out as you tucked him under the covers. He reached out and grabbed your arm. “Are you leaving?”

“What? No, no.” You shook your head as you sat down on the edge of the bed. “I promise I’m not leaving the ship tonight, Buggy.” You reached over and touched his cheek softly with your free hand and he let go of you. “I need to go talk to my husband about something, but I won’t leave the room until you fall asleep, okay?”

Buggy wasn’t sure about that. You were constantly around, but now you were going to leave him alone in your room? You saw the hesitation on his face and sighed softly. “Promise I’ll be here when you wake up in the morning, but if you wake up after I leave the room tonight, you can come find me. I’ll just be out on deck with the captain, okay? I won’t be mad if you need me, Buggy.”

That seemed to help. The kid just nodded and settled down under the covers, pulling them up to his nose. You leaned down and kissed him on the forehead before straightening back up. “How about you tell me another story about your time on the Oro Jackson?”

He beamed and nodded, launching into a story about some mischief him and Shanks got into. He yawned a few times while telling it, and it wasn’t too long before his eyes closed and he fell asleep. You made sure he was comfortable, watching him for a few minutes while he slept before getting up and heading to the doorway. You looked back once more, making sure he was asleep before you left the room to go find your husband.

The captain was on deck, arms crossed as several crewmen lingered about, no doubt on the night watch shift. He glanced back at you when he heard you approach, holding his arm out to you to pull you close to him. He shrugged his captain’s coat off, draping it over you as you reached into your pocket and pulled the pendant out, holding it up to him. He frowned as he looked down at it. 

It was an oval shape, cut from a piece of moss agate that when you held it up to the light, it was as though you were looking up at the sun through a thick forest of tall trees. You remember watching your father cut down and smooth the stone out to the shape it was while your mother fastened a chain to it, creating a lovely necklace for anyone who desired it. You remember it being on the table at their booth along with other pieces, but after a group walked past the table, it was missing. You remember being mad that it happened but your parents just shrugged it off, not bothered by the missing piece.

Now you had it in your hand over twenty five years later. 

“What’s this?” Your husband asked as he took it out of your hand, frowning as he looked at it. He studied it for a moment, eyes widening slowly as he started to remember what it was. “This-”

“Mhm, my parents had it on the edge of their table, making it a prime target for anyone with sticky fingers to steal it.” You told him as you took it out of his hand and stuck it back into your pocket. “Didn’t think my husband was the one who stole it.”

“I-I-”

“Buggy, it’s okay.” You chuckled at the look of panic on his face. Did he think you were going to divorce him over something petty he did to your family as a kid? “I wanted to show it to you, but… I wanted to ask you something.”

“Anything.” He blurted out, trying to mask the concern on his face after seeing that pendant. “Whatever you want, babe, just don’t… ask for a divorce, please.”

“No, I’m not asking for a divorce.” You assured him, wrapping your arms around him. “But… I’m just curious what happened to you as a kid. Do you… remember any of this happening?” 

He stared down at you and you tightened your arms around him, thinking he would bolt from you. Minutes went by before he finally shook his head and you frowned. He didn’t remember any of this, really?

“What… do you remember?” 

He hesitated for a moment, checking his surroundings for a moment to make sure no one else was listening. The crewmen paid you no mind, knowing better than to stare or make any comments about the two of you when there was any sort of display of affection between the two of you. After what felt like an eternity, your husband sighed and just shrugged.

“I remember snatching the pendant off the table when we walked past, and I was a few steps ahead of everyone.” He reached up and rubbed his face while you continued watching him, resting your chin against his chest as you listened to him talk. “There was some kind of light and… I walked into it, but there was just a moment of darkness, like I blinked or something, and then I was back and nowhere near the crew without the pendant. They said they lost sight of me for about fifteen or twenty minutes, but they weren’t worried.”

“They weren’t worried?” You repeated with a frown. “A kid under their watch disappears for that long and they weren’t worried?”

“We’re pirates, it didn’t matter-”

“It matters to me.” You said firmly. “Pirates or not, you were a kid who got lost and ended up somewhere new and scary, Buggy. I can’t… I can’t even imagine what that would have been like.” You huffed, releasing your hold on him just a bit. “Were… you scared of the kid because of what had happened to you back then? About not remembering what happened?”

He nodded slowly. You reached up and put your hands on his cheeks, bringing his head down to kiss him. You were trying not to lose your head at that moment because the love you had for him was a lot. You’d level a city to get to him, burn down a town, and if you had the chance you’d go back with the kid and give that crew a talking to about how to handle a missing kid. It wasn’t right, fair, anything and your heart hurt knowing this. Every kid deserved love, to feel safe and protected, and here your husband just told you that the adults he knew just shrugged off the fact that he had been missing for just a few minutes, while the kid in your care had been with you almost three days. 

You really wondered if you could sneak back in the timeline with the kid and give them a piece of your mind.

Your husband pulled back from the kiss first, a grin on his face as one of his hands went to your back, pulling your body closer to his. 

“It’s fine now, babe, I’m fine.” He insisted as his hand slid down your back. “Seeing the kid was just… startling.”

“You threw him overboard.” You reminded him as his hand stopped at the base of your spine.

He rolled his eyes. “Stop bringing that up.” 

“Don’t attempt to grab my ass when I’m being serious with you.” You shot back. 

“Now hang on-”

“What’re you two arguing about?” 

The two of you turned and saw the kid glaring sleepily in your direction. You pulled away from your husband and went over to him, lifting him up into your arms as he wrapped himself around you. With one arm you held him while the other pulled the coat off and draped it over him, wanting to make sure he was warm.

“Are you okay?” You asked him as you hugged him. He let his head drop onto your shoulder, nodding sleepily. “Come on, let’s go back to bed. I’m tired too.”

Your husband wanted to protest, he wanted more time with you, but the kid locked eyes with him and smirked. Oh, that little shit. Buggy huffed angrily, he would not be competing with a kid for your attention, but he was also very clingy of his wife, just like the kid was in this moment, and he would very much be ready to compete for your attention if needed.

“Buggy, come on, time for bed.” You called to him with a smile as you headed to the bedroom. The kid stuck his tongue out at the captain and he bristled angrily, ready to throw the kid overboard again if he needed to. Grumbling something about bratty kids, Buggy followed after you, wondering if he could throw the kid overboard without you noticing. 

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Captain Levi One Shot

A/N : Takes place like 10 years before the AOT universe, please don’t fact check my shit I know some of it doesn’t line up with cannon lmao. In this Petra is not yet a part of squad Levi.

I’m thinking about doing a series of one shots for this version of Levi x reader but would love some feedback!

26f reader x 29m captain Levi

content warning: alcohol , hangover vomiting (so sorry), blood, minor injuries, masturbation (both f and m)

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You had worked so damn hard. You had worked so hard for almost 10 years to get where you are.

Graduating as a part of the 95th corps of cadets, (#3 in your class none the less), you took on the challenge joining the scouts. You took on the challenge of knowing your best friends, your adopted family, would die. You could’ve had a cushy life as an MP and never lay an eye on a titan but no, you just had to be brave.

10 years is a long time to last as a scout. Only a few have lasted longer and you’re wondering when it’ll be your turn. You’re nearly 26 at this point, are you going to have to slow down?

Your superiors decided to throw you a party for hitting the 10 year mark. A get together at a pub in town that closed for an evening to be private for all scouts and military that wanted to come. The ones left of your cadet class came, plus most of the scouts since you were a friendly face and a great mentor.

Hange and Petra were two of your closest friends, they made you a cake! Everyone else was buying you drinks and having a great time. You made your rounds to thank everyone for coming and say hi.

You go up to the table in the corner last, being the most intimidating of the group. Captain Erwin, and a few from his troop were seated including Miche, Gunther, Tomas, Eld, and Dieter. Oh, and the dark storm cloud in the corner, Levi. Captain Levi.

Something about that man, you can’t tell if it pissed you off or if you were attracted to his stormy look. He has only been in the scouts for a few years but, he has far surpassed everyone to earn the title of Captain and earn the special operations squad. He didn’t have a ton of respect as a leader, considering his past which always came about in hushed whispers and stolen glances.

“Ah Miss L/N!” Erwin booms as he watches you approach the table “the celebrity of the evening has graced us with her presence!” Yeah, he’s definitely had a few drinks. You give most of the table a hug before Erwin booms “Excuse me,,, Excuse Me! Yeah I’d like to make a toast to celebrate one amazing scout, y/n l/n”

He turns you around to face everyone in the pub and you catch Levi’s eye for a second, letting a soft smile show. Your drinks and shots everyone had been buying you are catching up and you catch yourself blushing at Levi’s lingering eyes on you. If only you knew why.

As Erwin goes on a great toast speech about how much you’ve grown in 10 years, how great you are, etc. you can’t help but feel immense pride, something you’re not used to as a rather insecure person. Then your attention gets roped back in as Erwin places his hands on your shoulders give you a little shake like a proud dad.

“So to finish my toast, I want to congratulate miss l/n on becoming the newest member of the special operations squad under captain Levi.”

Your jaw drops as the pub errupts in loud cheers turning around to give Erwin a huge hug, since he is the highest rank here commander shadis must have trusted him with this information.

The raven haired stoic man stands up from his seat and comes closer to you and gives you a crisp salute which you mirror back. Probably not as crisp with the way you feel a little wavy. He then sticks his hand out for a handshake as you grab ahold he speaks, “welcome to the team kid.”

You smile at him “Thank you sir! The pleasure is mine!” He’s going to teach you to be less formal with him eventually but appreciates your response for the time being.

You are both surprised at your impulsive decision of deciding to wrap your arms around his neck, giving him an enthusiastic hug. You swear you feel his chest let out a chuckle but hear him grunt, “tch, get off”. You pull away ready to apologize but see a little smirk on his face as he sits back down. All of Erwin’s table saw the encounter and chose to avoid eye contact. As you giddy-ly ran over to Hange and Petra to celebrate.

The rest of the night consisted of singing, dancing, drink-offs with some of the men, and if you weren’t crazy you could’ve sworn Levi was keeping a close eye on you.

Once closing time hits you and some of the scouts you were close with stumbled back to your base. Levi, Erwin, and Miche suspiciously decided to leave just as you were. Following not too closely behind you.

—

As you get back to your room and ready for bed you stumble a little as you put on your pajamas of a tshirt, no bra, and booty shorts. You’re humming to yourself as you put the uniform from today aside to wash and about to crawl in your bed that looks soooo comfy when

*knock knock knock* gently taps on your door

Assuming it is Petra or Hange drunk you giggle walking up to the door. You swing open the old wood, creaking to your surprise is your new captain.

“Soldier. Sorry for stopping uh unannounced. I wanted to give you this since you looked like you had fun tonight. Integration starts tomorrow at 8 AM.”

You form a salute, right hand over your breast as your dainty nipples show through your white tshirt. He pretends not to notice, suppressing the urge to look at your body he has never seen outside of uniform.

“Thank you captain. I hope you sleep well. Goodnight,” your voice sounds like silk although raspy from singing and yelling all night. Nobody has ever wished him a good nights sleep and he is a little dumbfounded. “Goodnight l/n” he whispers as you gently shut the door on him.

He brought you fruit and some water in a nice basket, surely that will help with your hangover that you’ll have to figure out by 8 am. You think of all the things people whisper about Captain Levi, how he’s a heartless monster, incapable of feelings, barely human. You can’t believe them and decide to put your utmost respect into your captain, wondering how he put together something special like this in such a short notice.

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The next morning you are awake at the break of daylight, about 7 am. This gives you an hour to get cleaned up eat and get to the training grounds, but god do you feel like shit. As you’re about to get in the shower you feel your stomach bubbling and make it just in time to the bucket to throw up. Well throwing up sucks, but at least you feel a tiny bit better. You get a rather quick shower and throw your hair into a low bun with some pieces sticking out and put on your uniform. Eating an apple and drinking water that Levi brought you in the early hours of the morning. You decide ultimately that this is your fault for drinking too much, and hope since it is the first day of integration Levi would take it easy on you.

Oh, how you were so wrong.

“L/n, you look like shit.” Your captain spits harshly.

“My apologies captain.” You say not looking him directly in the eyes with your hand over chest in salute.

“10 laps around the field to get started.” Oh god you have to run while hungover, but you can’t tell him no. Maybe this is some type of test to him? He knows how much you drank last night because he was keeping a watchful eye on his new team member. You begin running as Miche and Levi chat, quietly enough you can’t hear them over the pounding in your head.

Just as you hit the sixth lap you feel a bubbling in your tummy again. Oh no, not in front of him. Before you can even try to hide it, you’re doubled over throwing up the rest of the contents in your stomach.

And then, silence. No Miche and Levi chatting, no background noise from the base, just silence. This has to be a test. He wants to see if you’ll keep going or give up on the very first exercise. You use the backside of your jacket sleeve to wipe your face and begin the 6th lap. You’re half done, just push through.

As someone who typically doesn’t struggle too much with running you are shocked at your inability to hold yourself to a high standard this morning. You nearly collapsed as you finished the 10th lap. Bent over with your hands on your knees you wait for Captain Levi to address you.

“Next you’ll be timed on your ODM gear maneuvering through the dummies.” Your face goes pale at the thought of flying through the air right now, but you don’t have a choice. “Yes sir” you respond breathlessly standing up fully again.

You don’t notice the goosebumps that appear on Levi’s skin when you call him Sir or Captain, and he tries to ignore them. Watching as you strap on your ODM gear as you struggle with a particular thigh strap, he sulks over, looking down at your gear. Your big eyes look back up at him, still fumbling your fingers at the same time.

“Here,” he takes over where your hands were, grasping the leather straps tightly and fastening it together so that it squeezes your nice thighs just enough.

“You look like shit,” he says lowly, finally making eye contact with you.

“I’m so sorry sir, is there something wrong with my uniform? How can I fix it?” You ask like a good subordinate.

“Don’t drink the night before training.” He says turning around not looking at you anymore.

You scoff in disbelief at his words, and he waits for your next move.

“My apologies again Captain, but I was not aware of my promotion until last night and not aware of this training until I was already home from the pub. I think it’s rather unfair to-” you’re cut off by the lightning quick movements of the captain who is now gripping your collar of your uniform jacket, almost lifting you off your seat.

“Rule number one - don’t talk back to me” he growls inches from your face.

“Rule number two - always be prepared as a part of squad Levi. We are the special operations squad for a reason, we could leave at a moments notice.”

“Rule number three - you must always look and act your best for training.”

All the while he spoke down to you staring into your eyes. You didn’t dare looking away from the steel gray eyes boring into yours. “Yes sir” you squeak out. He drops your shirt collar, brushing off the wrinkles he just created. And your ass collided back down with the bench you were sitting on. He begins to walk away with a “I’ll be waiting” as he heads towards the wooded area of the training grounds.

You’re trying to wrap your head around what just happened and how your superior talked to you like that when most of this was out of your control completely.

It was then you realized this morning was all one big test. To see how much you needed to be broken down in order for him to build you back up and form you into one of his soldiers.

But you didn’t ask for this promotion, you didn’t receive a warning, you didn’t even get to say bye to your old squad leader.

You try your best to hold your head high, cleaning your blades as you walk in the directly Levi walked a minute ago. Trying to push down all of the demons punishing you for your actions from last night. Mentally you need to get with it if you’re going to prove yourself to Levi this morning that you’re fit to be a part of his squad. You don’t think he’s ever watched you before, at least not in battle, per your knowledge. The last thing you need is him thinking you are a weak link in his group.

You finally approach him at the beginning of the course, trying to maintain cool headedness and confidence. After all you’ve done this course thousands of times over 10 years in the scouts. I mean, they change it sometimes but not by a whole lot.

Not even looking over at you Captain Levi says “I’ll start the stopwatch when you start going. Miche is on the other side to signal a flare once you make it to the end.”

You nod to your self, stretching your back and neck a little before you go. You bound off the ground propelling with as much speed as you can. Your technique is a little different from most, whereas you don’t necessarily have as much speed as you do strength. Your cuts are so deep and clean on the nape of the titan that you are sure fire a kill if you can just get there. You move easily from side to side due to your core strength and kind of look like a mix of a ballerina and a ninja on your good days. Your technique is just weird enough they don’t let you help teach the new recruits.

Flying, adjusting to the new dummies that pop up, it actually feels pretty nice and comforting to help your hangover. You finish the course with ease but your ODM gear fails to hook on one side as you hit the last row of trees. You’re thrown off balance and end up hitting the tree Miche was leaning on with a thud. Luckily, as soon as you made contact Miche shot the flare so you would get a better time, but you lay on the ground groaning. A little blood dripping out of your eyebrow and nose, and cuts on the arms of your uniform.

Levi had already begun swinging to where the ending point was but began speeding up after he ended the timer. He landed on his feet so elegantly and precise, making Miche laugh. Neither of the men helped you up for a minute as you laid there with your hand over your face, red from embarrassment but reminding you that you may throw up again or pass out at any moment.

“3 minutes 9 seconds. Not bad for…your current condition” he says leaning down to look at your face. “You’ll be doing this again when you’re through with your hangover, and I expect it to be spotless. With a much better landing.”

“Yes captain,” you groan. Not being able to hold yourself together much at this point. He grabs a cloth out of his pocket and hands it to you. You do your best to clean the eyebrow and whatever nose wound you have, it may very well be broken.

“Up next is hand to hand combat. Since you are already torn up, I’ll let you chose who you fight against rather than myself, but it has to be someone from the squad.”

The rest of the team was finishing up breakfast walking out to the grounds that hand to hand combat training usually takes place. You were supposed to meet the team and then get your ass handed to you by Levi, but I guess he’s feeling nice watching you try to twist your nose back to its original place. As you finally stand up off the hard ground you stumble a few steps before bending over to throw up one last time. Levi happened to catch you off balance and patted your back while you dry heaved a little.

Levi, the clean freak, comforting you? After you just fucked up your integration training? You brush it off and size up your potential opponents as you want over. You then realize, you’re the first woman to be a part of squad Levi . Is that why the captain is making you do all this? A sexist power move to make you feel inferior to the rest?

The squad is chatting as the three of you walk up to them and fall silent, all eyes on you. Levi brushes past you “everyone this is y/n l/n, she will be joining the special operations squad effective immediately. Right now she is sizing all of you up to see who she can handle in hand to hand combat.” You do your best to remain confident and not shy away as all the well accomplished men look over to you.

“Captain Levi” you pipe up with less courage than you thought you had.

“Yes?” He raises an eyebrow at you.

“I want to go against you, Captain.”

The whole crowd of men goes silent, they think you have a death wish or maybe you already hit your head too hard given the dried blood already on your face.

“Fair enough l/n, I’ll give you a few minutes to get ready.” He takes off his uniform cape and jacket and set it neatly down next to where all the men are standing. You are busy unstrapping your ODM gear, moving to the side so you can set it down gently. You sign when you take all of it off, feeling 15 pounds lighter. You following Levi’s suit, you take off your uniform jacket as well.

This leaves both of you in your white button up shirts. You size Levi up and down, trying to determine when his weak spots are. You see the way his biceps move under the tight shirt as he undoes his cravat. The men of squad Levi are still just men, most of them looking at the way some of the buttons on the chest of your shirt are a little too snug so to your growing tits. You note to yourself to get the next size up shirt when you feel this happen.

You and Levi both walk to the center of the training grounds with most of squad Levi surrounding and a few others that happened to be walking around on this crisp Saturday morning. Levi gets settled in a fighting stance and you follow as he does. “Begin” he says in his low emotionless voice. You step closer to him to begin throwing attacks towards his upper body, most getting blocked but an attempt to elbow his side proved efficient. He throws a series of hits towards you and you manage to dodge a few of them, but are struggling to breathe after a solid punch to the stomach. You think this is a pretty fair match up until he says “tch is that all you have? I’m getting bored.” He speeds up his hit combos, giving you less time in between to recover as you do your best to land a kick on him. His reaction time is way better than yours, grabbing your right ankle and flipping you through the air to have you fall onto your back. You see stars as your head collides with the ground. He has not rendered you out yet, grabbing your arm and twisting it go go behind your back, using the fake little dagger they use for training and press it to your neck. Luckily, you both were facing away from the crowd of people.

“You really thought you could take me? I even gave you the option to fight someone else and you were so cocky you thought you could beat me? Tch, your form and performance today disgusts me. Dismissed.”

Levi stands up and walks back towards the barracks by himself, not talking with anyone and rather pissy it seems. The men left there disperse as you lay on your back trying to fight back tears, your hands covering your face. As soon as the coast is clear Hange and Petra run to your side. “We were watching from the building to see what would happen… I’m so sorry y/n”

So embarrassed, the only reaction you have is to grunt as they help you stand and help you back over to where your room is.

You collapse as they help you get into your room, exhausted and defeated.

“Y/n… do you wanna talk about it?” Petra asks softly playing with your dirt filled hair, head hanging in your hands as your slouched up against your desk.

“Please, I love you guys just I need to be alone,” you say back to them, and without looking up you hear them shuffle out and close the door.

You sit there with your head racing, trying to figure out where you went wrong. Yes, you were drunk last night but you didn’t even do that on purpose! And he could’ve told you earlier in the night so you could’ve stopped drinking and went to bed earlier yes, but he didn’t? This had to be a sick test.

What if Levi didn’t know you were joining his squad and this was some plan from the higher ups? What if Captain Levi didn’t want you on his squad at all and was trying to punish you today?

What if this is some type of hazing to get into the squad? And if you show up the next day or last a week you pass?

Why did your ODM gear fail? It had never done that to you before.

And yet, you still couldn’t bring yourself to dislike the stoic man.

You gather the strength and your belongings and head to the showers. Not lifting your head, you walk blindly the hallways to the showers, having walked the same way for 5 years since your 5 year anniversary when you were given your upgraded room. As part of your promotion, you were given access to the superior showers, dedicated to veterans and officers. As you’re about to knock on the door to see if it is occupied, the door swings open.

Of course Captain Levi had just showered, because he had come inside earlier than you and didn’t have to sulk about his performance. You do your best to muster up a smile and move out of the way for him to leave. You can’t help but look over his sculpted shoulders and biceps, down to his chiseled abs, and the v-line with a happy trail up the middle connecting to the pristine white towel covering the rest.

“L/n,” he says with no emotion, “showers all yours.” He remains looking at your face, noting the eye bags and bloodshot eyes. You must have been crying after your performance today, he thinks to himself. Combined with the dried blood around your eyebrow and nose, he thinks you’ll need a long while in there to recupe.

You nod to him, he walks away and you can’t help but notice his little back dimples as well. You proceed with getting undressed and warming the shower up, ready to sit on the shower floor and cry more. Peeling off the dirty white shirt that will need scrubbed and feeling the cold air against your skin was like stripping off the fuck ups of this morning. You relax under the hot water, watching all the dirt and blood wash down the drain.

Your exhaustion and embarrassment from the morning take over and you begin to sob, crying like you never have before. Not even holding it back, if someone was walking past they surely could hear it. You’re not even sure what you’re technically upset about the most, but right now crying is just what helps. At this point you’re leaning on the tile, out of breath, hiccuping like a child that just finished screaming for their lost mother. You work up the strength to begin washing your long hair foaming shampoo into it and scrubbing. After conditioning and washing your body you are officially exhausted. Wrapping in your two towels and begin the walk back to your room which luckily wasn’t too far. Maybe that’s why Captain Levi also wore his towel leaving the shower.

As you return to your room you look at the fruit Levi brought you last night and sigh. Why would he do that just to kick your ass? You throw on some comfy clothes and crawl back in bed with wet hair, drifting off for a nap.

—

Waking in the early afternoon, you stretch and yawn as you climb out of bed. You begin getting dressed to go to dinner in some of your casual clothes, luckily you don’t have to wear your uniform on weekends. You opt for a button up baby blue flowy dress with a navy sweater over top and your non-work boots.

Assessing the damage of your face in the mirror, you notice the bruises forming around your eyebrow and your nose. You have some scrapes up and down your arms which is why you chose to wear the sweater over. Your body aches. After all the years you’ve spent as a scout you’ve hardly ever had injuries this bad. Never from training though.

As you’re about to head out the door you notice a letter slipped under your door. You assume it is a silly note from Hange trying to lighten your mood. Your grin fades as you see who has signed at the bottom.

“L/n,

Please come to my office after dinner to discuss your performance today.

Captain Levi”

Your stomach sinks. In all these years you’ve never been called to your superiors office. You slip the letter in your bra under your dress and begin to walk to go to dinner.

Luckily Hange and Petra are already seated and you try to slip in without anyone acknowledging you. Given the ass beating you received this morning with a lot of the scouts watching, they can’t help but grimace at your bruised face. You opt for some soup, bread, and vegetables and sit down avoiding eye contact of your peers. Hange and Petra go silent as they watch you take your first few bites.

“Y/n,” hange says gently, “you look awful.”

You do your best to fake a smile to her, pretending like nothing is wrong. “Y/n, please don’t pretend like you’re fine…we’re here to talk,” Petra adds.

“I am fine. I had a bad day of training and I was hungover. I am perfectly fine and will be better by Monday.” You snap back at the both of them. With that they decide to change the topic, and talk about events that are happening in the town square tomorrow. Something about a show and food vendors and lanterns, it’s supposed to be a pretty big deal.

“Do you want to go y/n?” Hange perks up, crossing her fingers that you’ll say yes.

“Maybe, hopefully tomorrow will be better than today.” You try regaining your positivity and friendliness everyone knows you for.

“Someone put a letter under my door while I was napping.” You suddenly change the topic. Petra and Hange look at you with eyebrows raised.

“Captain Levi wants to see me in his office after dinner,” you whisper so nobody around you can hear. “What if I’m getting kicked off for my performance today?”

“I’m sure that’s the last thing it is.” hange says rolling her eyes and taking a huge bite of her bread. Petra sighs, “y/n, don’t look but him and Erwin have been staring at you and whispering this whole dinner.”

Of course you look up to meet steel gray eyes looking back into your own. Instead of shying away you hold eye contact, letting him be the one to break first and turning to Miche on the other side of Erwin.

“I’m not some sad puppy. I’m not going to let one bad day in 10 years determine my future. If Captain Levi wants me to put up a fight, then so be it. Just because I’m the first girl on his squad doesn’t mean I’m going to sit back and take their shit.” You are gaining your confidence back and are not going to falter and beg Levi to let you stay.

“We got the old y/n back,” Hange taunts to Petra, nudging you in the arm. You smile and ask them, “so what are your plans for tonight?”

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After dinner you head back to your room to put a little makeup on. If this meeting goes well maybe you’ll go into town with Hange and Petra for a girls night. You find yourself wanting to look pretty, just in case, although you never cared about that before.

Levi is more than likely in his office now, as you watched him get up to leave shortly after you had the eye contact stand off. His office and sleeping quarters are just down the hall from you. You push down the butterflies growing within your stomach and sweaty palms as you grow closer to the door. You decide to stand there for a few seconds to control how fast your heart is beating and regain your composure.

However, in the time you stand there you hear noises from inside his office.

Typically if Captain Levi is in, he leaves the door opened a crack so people can welcome themselves in, but this time his door is completely shut. You decide to lean your ear up to the door to see if you actually heard something inside his room. Groaning and a slick noise can be heard, and you immediately blush backing away as quietly as possible.

Before you decide to turn around and go back to your room, your curiosity gets the better of you. You return your ear up to the door. Does Captain Levi have a girl over? Is it someone in the scouts? Your mind wanders as you listen to his beautiful groans and…wait… he’s by himself. Oh my god he’s jacking himself off. You hear him sliding his hand over his cock repeatedly.

You know this is wrong, you know you should walk away and pretend this never happened. But yet, you find a different type of butterflies growing in your stomach now. Not the nervous ones, but the horny ones. You’ve never thought about the captain like this and you know you shouldn’t but his voice is so damn sexy.. and the way you saw the water drop off his body after his shower today… you can’t help but imagine what he looks like right now.

“….y/n…” you hear the faintest moan come through the door and all the color drains from your cheeks. Does he know you’re standing there? No there’s no way he could. He’s getting off thinking about you. But isn’t that kind of fucked up considering everything he put you through today? Maybe he’s attracted to you and that’s how you got on squad Levi and it wasn’t your skills at all.

Your brain grows foggy, not being able to focus on all the ‘what if’s’ anymore but only able to focus on the heat growing between your legs. The speed of his strokes and the frequency of his heavy breathing indicates he is getting close. You feel yourself clench around nothing and right when you’re about to leave you hear it again.

“Fuck, y/n…” so faintly yet you couldn’t have imagined it, not twice. You hear a deep groan as you assume is him spilling his seed. Your mind can’t help wonder where he came, and what his cock looks like, and what he tastes like.

With that you are walking away from his door as quietly as possible and hurriedly walking back to your own. As soon as you’ve made it to your room, your cheeks flushed and so horny you can’t think about anything else. You lock the door and throw yourself onto the bed, pulling up your dress around your waist and lowering your panties. You haven’t relieved yourself in so long and you haven’t been touched by someone else in a few weeks. You run your delicate fingers up and down your slit gathering your wetness to spread it around your clit. Rubbing in small circles you let out a meek moan. The only thing taking up space in your horny brain right now is Captain Levi and the past 10 minutes that took place. You start pushing two fingers in and out of your tight hole thinking if it was him fingering you how it would feel. Would he talk down to you like he did when you were training this morning? The thought of that turns you on to a whole new level. You continue to get yourself off when you hear a distant pair of footsteps in the hallway. You can’t be bothered by how foggy your brain is to care if someone hears you. The cute squelching noises your pussy is making would be enough to send any man over the edge. Your climax is building up so fast you don’t notice how the footsteps come to a stop outside of your door. After another minute of keeping up your movements your orgasm washes over you and you can’t help but let out a throaty “Leeviii” as you feel your back arch off the bed.

You put your panties back on, wiping your hands off on a towel in your room and are finally catching your breath when there is a soft knock on the door.

Good god, the footsteps in the hallway, did someone just hear all that? You look in the mirror to check yourself before opening the door. It looks like you just ran a mile with the way your chest is moving and the blush that creeps across your chest up to your cheeks.

You unlock and open the door to find Captain Levi standing there arms crossed. Trying to hide the mortified expression on your face as the reality sinks in of the past 30 minutes you stutter as you go to greet him, “Captain Levi! How can I help you?” Smiling at him with a glow on your face post orgasm.

“I believe you received the note to see me in my office after dinner,” he sternly responds not an emotion in his eyes. Surely if he had heard you he would’ve at least blushed or something?

“Oh y-yes Captain. I’m so sorry, I stopped by but you were-” you cut yourself off realizing what you were about to say. “Um your door was closed so I was going to stop by again in a few minutes,” you hurriedly finish your thoughts, not being able to maintain eye contact with your superior.

“Ah well, I’m free now so if you wouldn’t mind joining me.” If you’re not mistaken he just smirked at you? Is he playing mind games with you? No there’s no way he knew you were outside of his door, but maybe he did hear you moaning.

“Yes sir,” you follow behind him as he begins the walk to his office.

Either Captain Levi is the cockiest motherfucker in the scouts or he is absolutely oblivious. Or is he a master manipulator? All of your thoughts race as you approach his door again. All the meanwhile you think about how you still can’t hate him.

As you enter into his quaint office you take in the scent of tea spices, a well organized desk and bookshelf, and a small table. You notice a garbage can under the desk with tissues in it and can’t help but wonder…

“Can I offer you some tea?” He asks, walking over to a door on the other side of the room with a tea kettle. “Yes please,” you respond and he goes through the door, which must lead to his sleeping quarters and some type of stove to heat water.

“Please have a seat,” he motions to the small table that has some scouts paperwork on it as he enters back into the room. “It’ll take a few minutes for the water to heat.” You nod, sitting as you try to keep your nerves under control. He is walking around the near space tidying belongings and disappears in the next room again. He comes back with a blanket and some firewood. Lighting a fire in the small fireplace. He hands you the blanket, “‘m sorry it gets cold in here when the sun goes down.” You nod to him placing it on your lap as you hear the tea kettle boiling in the next room over. Does he do this when he meets with all his subordinates? Surely not…. Unless he is as nice as you suspected he was?

Captain Levi returns with a tray with two tea cups the boiling water and a variety of tea bags. “Would you like to pick?” He holds the selection out to you. “Whatever you recommend, I don’t know a lot about tea,” you try to lighten the room with a little giggle but his face remains stoic as he picks two of the same tea bags, setting them aside before placing the tea cups on the table, filling them with the hot water and placing the tea bags in the cups. He sits down at the seat next diagonal from you at the square table, so you both are facing the fire. He then grabs the blanket off your lap, spreading it out so it covers both of you. Everything he does is so calculated, and you are at the edge of your seat to find out more about him and what this meeting is about.

Captain Levi sips his tea first.

He sighs and states without looking at you, “I’m sorry about this morning.”

“Please sir, don’t apologize, I understand it was my fault and I will do better.” You do your best to keep a positive smile on your face even though he isn’t looking at you.

“Another thing about being on my team, don’t fucking lie to me. I’d rather you tell me you’re miserable and hate my guts than be fake to me.”

You are taken aback by his words, you have never heard a captain or high rank want to be addressed less formally. “I-I’m sorry?” You stutter out. He ignores your apology. “Our squad eats every meal together. We all have our rooms around the same area which won’t be a problem since you’re not too far from here anyways. We train 6 days a week unless there is a mission or some sort of order from the higher ups. I highly advise no more drinking and no more romantic involvement with any men..er women I guess.” Still not speaking directly at you he is just holding his tea cup to his lips, not by the handle but holding his hand over top the rim.

“Yes, Captain.” You nod, and he finally looks over to you, studying your face. You grow self conscious until he says, “How is your face feeling? That looked like quite the tumble.” You chuckle, touching your eyebrow. “I think it looks worse than it is. I think I was more embarrassed than anything,” you shrug taking a sip of your tea.

“I know you probably think I’m out to get you, given your experience this morning.” He says still looking in your eyes. Before he finishes his thought you cut him off, “oh not at all sir!”

Levi ignores your objection, continuing, “We have to be the best. I treat my team like brothers. We’ll I guess..erm..sister now too.” He looks away with what looks like a slight pinkness on his cheeks.

“You’ve been in the Scouts for longer than most of our team. You have a good head on your shoulders, I just need to make sure you can keep up with us physically. That’s why I wanted to see how your injuries were holding up this evening.”

You nod, as this feels like a mental game of chess. Captain Levi survived in the underground for years, he is calculated, sharp, even scary smart.

“I’d like for you to choose someone to practice your hand to hand combat skills with over the next few integration trainings. You were pretty good but you have to get great.”

“Yes Captain… would you mind helping me with it? I’d like to learn from the best.” You grin and blush up at him.

“Are you trying to kiss my ass L/n? It’s going to take a lot more than flattery to get on my good side.” He looks over at you with a slight smirk on his face and a playful tone, one of the first times you’ve ever seen him like this.

“Then what else would it take? To get on your good side?” You dare start flirting with your captain, feeling awfully bold and somewhat unhinged after all the events that have taken place today.

“You’ll have to figure that out yourself,” he says in a low, sultry tone as his eyes look from yours down to your lips and back. He reaches his hand over and you freeze, but he wipes off some tea from the corner of your lip and retreats his hand back.

“So I have to ask… since you said you stopped by earlier. I heard some footsteps approach my door while I was attending to some … personal matters.. and it seems they stopped and listened for a few minutes. You didn’t happen to see who it was did you?” Levi smirks staring at the fireplace, knowing he has caught you red handed as your face blushes hard.

“Next time, just knock. I could have used some assistance. It sounded like you needed some to,” he has a shit eating cocky grin, being the master manipulator he is looking over to you with your jaw dropped.

Link to part 2

#levi x reader #levi x fem!reader #levi smut #levi ackerman #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan #snk #snk levi

[shadamyheadcanons]

What songs do you think that fits Amy and Shadow?

My knowledge about Shadow is only a few so I'm not sure about him

For Amy, it will be Happy Synthesizer and Ikanaide/Don't Go and various bubbly and lively songs

Combining these two for convenience.

First one - I’m glad you asked!

Love your ideas, especially Ikanaide. It sounds pretty upbeat at first, but then you pay attention to the lyrics, and...ouch. Feeling left behind and trying to pretend she’s okay with it? Yeah. That’s Amy. Here’s a link I found for an English version.

And here’s one for Happy Synthesizer.

As for which songs I associate with them, my Song & Dance tag covers the topic pretty well, especially this post.

Given how often I think about these two, though, I’m always finding more examples. There’s one song that I feel fits Amy better than any other. I wrote a headcanon about it on January 7th, 2022. I correctly predicted in that headcanon that a bunch of Amy-related stuff would happen that year--right down to her getting a new theme song, even!

I still think my song idea works better than the one in the Frontiers DLC, though. That one feels kind of bland to me. Yeah, she trusts her cards, but she’s supposed to be a go-getter! She reads the cards and then blazes her own destiny using them as a guide. Her mild Frontiers theme gives off the vibe of someone who’s letting fate happen to them, not the other way around. Amy is kind, but she’s not passive.

Laineybug04 correctly pointed out in this post that “House of Gold” by Atreyu fits Shadamy quite well, and I included “Wait for You” in In a Pinch, but it doesn’t stop there. The more I listen to Atreyu, the more I hear Shadamy, and I’m glad you gave me an excuse to point it out! “House of Gold,” “Wait for You,” “Terrified,” “Super Hero”...and “I Would Kill/Lie/Die for You” is pretty much spot-on for Shadow’s brand of dedication. It’s more romantic than the title makes it sound, haha.

They’re not all necessarily romantic in nature, but it’s very easy to imagine Shadow singing them about Amy.

I want to call special attention to “Stronger Than Me,” though.

The speaker starts by showing insecurity.

Yup.

He fears opening up and showing his entire self because he thinks others will be scared by what they see.

Yup.

He admits connecting with him might be complicated sometimes, but he remains steadfast because the relationship is important to him.

And, uh...this is from the chorus:

“When I was lost, You were always there, my guiding light, You are my ward, my compass ROSE, my lighthouse in the night”

Do I even need to explain? She’s one comma away from being name-dropped. The song’s title fits perfectly, too. It takes a lot of strength to always look for the best in people and put your faith in the goodness of others. It’s so easy to give up. Shadow would legitimately admire her for it. She deserves to know how special she is for that, and who better to tell her than someone whose entire life was changed by that strength and kindness?

Here’s a detailed breakdown of the song and lyrics. Trust me, you’ll need the lyrics sheet.

Second ask:

Yes, absolutely! I think of him as liking modern rock and metal, and also jazz because it would’ve been all the rage when he was made. I’ve mentioned this before, but if I had to pick one band to be his favorite, I’d say Nine Inch Nails. It’s heavy, intense, angsty, and complex, and it has some of the same electronic, bass-centered vibes as Shadow’s earlier themes. Compare NIN songs like Discipline and The Perfect Drug with Rhythm and Balance (White Jungle’s theme) and Shadow’s original character theme, Throw it all Away, both by Everett Bradley. Trent Reznor also has a deep voice like Shadow and Bradley do. NIN could do a mean cover of Throw it all Away, now that I think about it...

I don’t think it’s the best idea for canon, even the questionably-canon Twitter Takeover, to cite real people/artists. It’s fine for fans like us to do it, but the official franchise is different. Humans are flawed and complicated. When you start including real people, you could potentially do something awkward like, say...connect your series built on environmentalism with someone who uses a private jet.

Y’know. Hypothetically.

That’s why I love what the social media team did with Hot Honey in The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog. A fictional band doesn’t carry that risk, and they’re seamless within the Sonic universe. Fans like us can’t get caught on whether or not Shadow would enjoy their music because none of us can actually hear them.

Funnily enough, your ask aligns perfectly with what makes Hot Honey so cute for these two. Shadow canonically doesn’t like Hot Honey at all:

No questions asked, no headcanons needed.

The reason he agreed to go was entirely, 100% because Amy asked him to. I think that’s far sweeter than the Taylor Swift thing. And I’ll be able to prove that when I finish writing Sweeter Than Honey. Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about it!

No offense to anyone who does enjoy Taylor Swift’s music, of course. Different strokes for different folks. :)

#shadamy #amy rose #shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #not a headcanon #ask #Song & Dance #yumebss #bearfoottruck

[eddiemunsonspantschain]

Can You See Me? - E.M

Note: There is going to be a second version of this! I couldn’t decide if I wanted to do reader discovering they needed glasses or reader who wore contacts all the time and no one knew about the glasses....so I decided I’m doing both. The other one will eventually be posted, possibly in a few days. Enjoy! - A fellow near sighted bitch

Pairing: Eddie Munson x nearsighted!reader

Warnings: Fluffiness, assumed fem reader, pre-establushed relationship

You do not have permission to copy, translate or repost my works onto other platforms. 18+ only.

Eddie was getting suspicious. It wasn’t hard for him to notice that his sweetheart seemed to be struggling with something. She squinted any time she had to read something far away. He thought maybe it was just how her face moved when she read something but then one day she had gotten frustrated not being able to read a sign the guys had pointed out to her. She ended up huffing and saying that the guys were stupid for egging her on to try and read the sign. Eddie quickly told them to stop seeing that his girl was getting really upset. 

Over time, the squinting got worse. He noticed she started to do it more often and that things she was able to see fine before, she was squinting more to see. Even for class she was struggling to see the blackboard but when he suggested they move their seats up she had huffed at him. So instead he just shared his notes with her, which she had encouraged him to take in the first place. It was clear to him after a while: Y/N needed glasses. Now this was something he knew she wasn’t going to admit herself since she got annoyed any time someone even suggested she couldn’t see. So he had to come up with a plan.

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I didn’t want glasses. I didn’t think I really needed them. When things that were farther away started to be blurrier I thought it was just a normal part of growing older. As time went on though, the blurriness got worse and worse. Now if something was too far from my face I couldn’t see it. Hell the Hellfire boys gave me shit once because I couldn’t read a sign up on the movie theater's board. My boyfriend, bless him, at least got them to stop it. I thought I could ride this out longer. I didn’t want glasses. I’d look absolutely stupid with them on. 

“Y/N, honey. I think it’s time we go see an eye doctor.” Mom murmured one day as she dropped her hand. We tried to watch a movie together but the screen was half blurry and my face was starting to hurt from squinting all the time. Mom had stood up, walking to stand behind the TV and held up a book. I couldn’t make the title out clearly.

“Noooo, mom!” I whined, shoving a throw pillow over my face. “I’d look absolutely stupid with glasses on and like a total nerd!” my muffled whines came from the cushion and I heard mom sigh.

“The longer you go on like this, the worse it is going to get. Trust me.” The couch shifted with my mother’s weight as she sat down beside me and rubbed my back.

I lifted my head from the cushion. “My boyfriend is gonna laugh.” I mumbled and mom scoffed.

“Eddie wouldn’t. It’s Eddie. I’m making you that eye appointment.” 

I whined, dramatically flopping onto my back.

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“Eddie, what are you doing?” Y/N asked Eddie from his bed.

“Nothin.”  Eddie answered with a small smile, “I just wanna see something.”

Y/N huffed quietly. She had come over after school, like she normally did on Thursdays. Eddie had been planning this for days now. Y/N had been in a bad mood and mentioned that her mom wanted her to go see an eye doctor. Eddie told her that was great and she leveled him with a glare saying her eyes were fine. Eddie decided to prove her wrong. He managed to swipe a small dry erase board from one of the guys. Now he stood by his bedroom door, his girlfriend sat just on his bed. He pulled the cap of the dry erase marker off with his teeth. He chose black, deciding to not be totally unfair to her. He quickly wrote ‘I love you’ on the board itself. “Okay, I just want you to read this to me.” Eddie told her.

“Eddie.” She wanted with a tight frown on her lips.

“Just, read it for me.” Eddie turned the board around and waited. He knew she couldn��t see it. He just needed her to admit it.

Y/N looked towards the board then up at Eddie’s face. Could she even see his face? He wasn’t so sure. He smiled to himself and tapped the board with the dry erase pen. She huffed as her eyes moved back down to the board. A second later one of his pillows was hitting him in the face. “I mean, violence wasn’t the answer, babe.” Eddie laughed. 

Y/N flopped back on his bed and covered her face with her hands. Of course seeing her try to hide from him only made Eddie immediately move to the bed. He set the dry erase board aside and climbed on top of her. Hearing her tiny sniffles and whimpers made his heart ache. Eddie leaned down, pressing kisses on the hands that covered her eyes from her nails down to her wrist. Slowly, her hands fell away from her eyes revealing moisture. Eddie reached up, wiping away the tears smeared around her eyes and kissed the top of her nose between her brows. “I don’t wanna go to the doctor.” She hiccuped gently.

“You have to go, baby.” Eddie murmured as he curled his arm around her waist. “Gotta check those beautiful eyes. You gotta be able to see my pretty face from far away.” He smiled at the pout on her lips, leaning down to kiss the jutted out lower lip.

“They’re gonna give me glasses…” She mumbled and Eddie nodded.

“I know.” He murmured, “You’ll look so cute.”

“Edward, stop.” She murmured.

Eddie grinned and kissed her again. “I mean it, babe.” He told her, “I’ll go with you if you want me to.”

“No, it’s okay.” She mumbled and Eddie leaned down to hug her body tightly to his.

After a few minutes of sitting there, Y/N finally stirred under him. “What did you write on the board?” She asked softly.

Eddie grinned as he lifted his head. He grabbed the board and leaned off of her a little, showing her the board. His grin widened even more seeing the blush that settled on her cheeks. 

“I love you too, Eds.”

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The eye doctor wasn’t fun. He had me look at a board with a bunch of letters on it. I tried to be confident as I answered but really… I wasn’t. In the end he had decided that, yes, I did need glasses. He explained that I was nearsighted and it was okay. Just that things far away were hard to see. He explained all about how to take care of my eyes and went ahead fitting me for glasses. I tried to ignore the ‘I told you so’ look from my mother. I had picked out frames and they said in a few days I would have them.

After only a few days, my glasses were ready. Mom picked them up while I was at school and Eddie was being insufferable. He kept asking every day when I was getting my glasses after I broke the news to him that he and my mother were right about my deterioration in vision. So today, I finally told him they were done. As soon as school ended, Eddie was tugging me out to his van.

“Why are you so eager?!” I laughed, slapping at his arm as he opened the passenger door for me.

“Because, I want my girl to be able to see!” He laughed, turning to wrap his arms around me. He pressed a quick kiss to my lips before helping me into the van and shutting the door like the gentleman he was. 

The drive to my house was short as was every drive with Eddie Munson at the wheel. I unlocked the front door and walked inside, calling out a greeting to my mother as Eddie walked inside. I kicked my shoes off, Eddie following in stride. I grabbed his hand to try and make a break for the stairs.

“Not so fast!” Mom called and I froze, shooting Eddie a glare when I heard a deep chuckle from him. Mom held out a case and wiggled it at me.

I sighed and took it from her hands. “Thanks!” I cheerily said and started up the stairs again, practically dragging Eddie behind me.

“Y/N!” Mom called after me, “Eddie, get her to put them on!”

Eddie called back to her. “I’ll try!” and I turned to gently tap him on the head with the hard glasses case.

I pushed the door open to my bedroom and sat on my bed, toying with the case in my hands. Eddie soon joined me, sitting across from me on the bed. I sighed and opened the case. Inside was a small cloth, used for cleaning the glass. Inside sat a simple black frame. They had a lot of options inside the doctor's office. Lots of different colors and designs to choose from but I wanted something simple. The lady at the counter told me I could always get a different pair especially if my prescription changed. To my horror, my vision could get worse.

“We can wait if you want.” Eddie spoke up and I sighed.

“I think I waited long enough, don’t you?” I mumbled, raising a brow at him. He only offered a smile. I sighed, taking the glasses from the case and unfolding the parts that go over my ears. I looked down at them. Everything was slightly blurry except for where the lenses sat inside the frame. I frowned, putting the glasses onto my face. I pushed the middle up the bridge of my nose and looked at Eddie. While he was close enough to see for the most part from where he sat, his features were sharper and clearer than they had been before.

“How well can you see me?” Eddie asked softly.

“Very well. Clearly.” I mumbled with a small pout. I hated it. I was either going to be practically blind or be able to see at the cost of looking dumb.

“So now that you’ve gotten to see your boyfriend's face clearly, do you still want me?” Eddie teased with a grin.

I gasped at him and smacked his arm. “How dare you insinuate I wouldn’t!” I screeched at him with a small smile.

“Well, it occurred to me that most of our relationship you couldn’t see very well! I thought I’d check, princess.” Eddie grinned at me.

“Of course I still want you, handsome. You’re still my pretty boy. Just… in better detail.” I laughed.

Suddenly, Eddie launched himself at me. I leaned back, letting his body rest on top of mine as he kissed me. My head swam at the intensity of his kiss and after a moment he finally allowed me some oxygen. I raised an eyebrow at him. “I know you said you thought you’d look bad in glasses or like a nerd but, babe… they’re kinda hot.” He grinned at me.

“Oh, my god.” I shook my head at him and tried to wiggle out from under him.

Eddie chuckled and pressed kisses to my face, arms circling around me so I couldn’t escape. “Hey, just letting you know it’s doin something for me. Glasses or no glasses, you’re hot.” He laughed and kissed the tip of my nose. 

“Yeah?”

“Hell yeah.” 

Maybe glasses weren’t so bad.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fluff

[lady-october]

Pairing : Oli Sykes x Female Assistant Genre : Romance, Smut (18+ Only) Previous Chapters : 1-15 on Archive of Our Own

Content : 18+, Smut, Drama, Choking, Power dynamics, Romance, Sadism/Masochism, Dom/Sub, Mentions of addiction & self harm, Degradation, Praise kink, Exhibitionism, Breath play, Dirty talk.

Summary :

“Don’t you see what a dangerous game you’re playing? Why did you have to look so fucking delicious tonight, I couldn’t stop undressing you in my mind, thinking of all the twisted things I want to do to you.” She had only worked on the touring team for three weeks, but her mind had been hijacked by dirty thoughts of a man she barely even talked to. Sure, he was very attractive, but were there other reasons she was so uncontrollably drawn to him? This is a filthy story of pain, self discovery, and love.

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Chapter 16: Save me from myself

Chapter title is lyrics from "Drown"

We’re back to Oli’s perspective.

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I’m a fucking idiot.

For a moment I’d foolishly let myself believe I’d shed my fears when it comes to the woman in my arms.

We were tucked into a dark corner backstage near the exit, attempting to control our mutually laboured breathing from our unexpected sex – on the fucking arena stage – as we listened to footsteps slowly fade into the distance, coming from the corridor we desperately needed to use in order to get to a dressing room.

And I couldn’t have been more terrified.

I’d been so reckless tonight, so stupid, throwing away every plan I’d so meticulously gone over in my head all day, just cause I couldn’t stand listening to her and Mat flirt anymore.

I looked down at her as we waited, resting against my chest with closed eyes, still delirious from everything I’d done to her, a blissfully relaxed expression on her face – along with smeared makeup and my cum that glistened in the dim light.

I can’t believe I did this, I clearly had no self control whatsoever when it came to Alice.

I’d promised myself I’d stand back tonight, let her have the space she so desperately needed, let her spend time with Mat regardless of how painful it was.

Instead I’d stomped off like a moody toddler, hoping, begging the universe that she’d follow.

When she came to check on me, I couldn’t help it, my heart sang. 

Sure, I was still a giant fucking baby about everything, but words can’t express how happy I was when she walked up on that stage; when she decided to spend time with me, get to know me. 

Opened up for me, let herself be vulnerable with me.

But I hadn’t meant to fuck her.

In fact, I’d been working very hard to not let that happen tonight, afraid it might ruin what could be; afraid it will solidify that’s all we’ll ever be. Like some carnal version of Pavlov's bell, training her mind and body that sex is all I’m good for.

But how do I stop coming back for more; how do I walk away from paradise after having tasted it?

While I hadn’t meant to fuck her, she’d shown she can be trusted, and while I couldn’t fully trust her yet, this was a very good start.

Not that it fucking matters, we’ll never end up together anyway.

Knowing I needed to focus on the task at hand, I mentally slapped myself before I sank too deep into my sadness at the hopeless thought.

Right as the footsteps faded into silence, I made a run for it. 

With a yelp, Alice clung to me as I legged it down the all-too bright corridor towards my dressing room, relying on sheer luck to not have anyone catch us. 

Because while I enjoy almost getting caught a fair bit, I never actually want to get caught. Nor do I want anyone to see Alice like this – that is for my eyes only.

Yet tonight I’d decided it was a good idea to fuck her on stage, in an arena where anyone can walk in at any moment, then proceed to cover her in cum without an escape plan.

Which bring me right back to why I’m a fucking idiot.

Breathless, I got to my dressing room and fumbled with my elbow to get the door open. Once inside I slammed the door shut – probably a bit too aggressively out of panic.

“You alright to stand, love?” I asked, my voice as unsteady as my legs at this point, needing to put her down before my adrenaline ran out.

“Sure.” She responded, not sounding too convincing.

But I didn’t have a choice, so I gently slipped her legs out from my grip and leaned her against the door – which she proceeded to slide down immediately. Since my own legs were close to giving out as well, I decided to join her on the floor, falling to a kneeling position in front of her, the sounds of our panting filling the air.

“I guess not.” She added after we’d managed to catch most of our breath, causing us both to huff out a laugh.

The laugh made a smile bloom on her cum-glossed lips that lingered long after her laugh faded.

She looked so happy like this, at peace even – it was infectious, spreading warmth throughout my chest. 

I was struck with the thought that I’d kill to reproduce that expression on her beautiful face, without sex having been the catalyst.

I must have been staring, cause suddenly she was fidgeting uncomfortably under my gaze, snapping me back to the moment.

“Do you need anything?” I asked gently to not add to her discomfort.

She shook her head lazily for a moment before appearing as though she’d remembered something, “Oh, I mean, I need to get cleaned up. Can you help me get to my dressing room?”

I eyed her up with scepticism, “I really don’t think that’s a good idea, love.”

She looked down at her stained clothes, as if she’d somehow forgotten about her state that probably shouldn’t be on display in the corridor again, “Sorry, you seem to have melted my brain.” She added with another laugh, causing me to grin back at her.

How is she this adorable?

“You can shower here.” I inclined my head towards the private shower across the small room, beyond the clothing racks, two dressing tables, and a lone sofa in the corner.

“Thank you. I just– I need a moment.” She added, clearly still delirious.

“Take all the time you need.” I pushed myself back up on my legs that had thankfully recovered by now, “I’ll have a quick shower in the meantime.”

Fear caused me to make quick work of my shower, as if she’d be gone once I came back out if I wasn’t fast enough, slipping through my fingers as soon as she’d gotten what she needed from me.

Thankfully, my fears had been wrong. 

When I came back out she was still resting against the door, looking a bit more bright-eyed. I offered her my hand as I looked down at her through my wet curls, just a towel around my waist. She took it, getting to her feet, appearing quite steady.

“Towels?” She asked, pinning me with her eyes – an unusual intensity behind them, glowing with an emotion I couldn’t identify.

“They’re in there.” I answered distantly, feeling perplexed and curious about what could have been running through her mind while I showered. But I decided against prodding, having already overstepped tonight in a multitude of ways – such as stealing her away from what should have been a date with Mat. 

She hadn’t called it that, but we both knew what it was.

I sank into the sofa once she disappeared behind the bathroom door, the image of Mat’s arm around her on the bus yesterday refusing to leave my mind.

Why did they have to look as if they were made for each other? I hated it, and I hated how good he’d be for her.

That’s not strictly true, I want her to be happy and to flourish.

Even if it’s not with me.

I felt ice wrap around my heart at the idea.

No matter how much I hated it, Mat would provide her with a safe space to heal and figure herself out, without the constant chaos that seems to follow me like a shadow – always pushing her or testing her in some capacity. 

Sexually was one thing, but emotionally? That’s where she needed a rest.

No, she needed to get away from a parasite like myself; infiltrating and corrupting, good for nothing but destruction.

Mat on the other hand – he’s a natural healer. He sees someone struggling and he’ll magically offer them everything they need to recover, seemingly effortlessly. It’s like he knows exactly what you need to feel better, even when you can’t see it yourself. He’d done exactly that for me many times over the years, always been a good friend, always taken care of me without judgement – even on my worst days. 

Even when I treated him like dirt.

Is everyone better off if I just disappear from the picture?

I sighed deeply, sinking further into the sofa.

It was becoming harder and harder not to hack away at my own self image, to not put myself down. But I wasn’t ready to give up just yet. I needed Alice in my life – needed her to be mine. I also needed to prove to myself, and to her, that I can be good for her, that I can be what she needs – what she deserves.

So I was fighting myself, trying to stay level headed.

Trying to stay sane.

But I was deteriorating fast, slipping into bad habits, scattered thoughts, and concerning mindsets full of negativity and contradictory overly positive delusions where I suddenly believe everything will be fucking fantastic in the end; that she’d wake up one day and realise I was perfect for her; that she’d not only accept how overbearing I am, but enjoy it, allowing me to smother her in all the affection I have to offer.

I was all over the place – either filled to the brim with hope, love and lust, or drowning in despair and heartbreak.

Sometimes all at the same time.

… If I could just focus.

Alice appeared in the doorframe of the bathroom, pulling me out of my spiralling thoughts.

Her face was flushed, her hair wet, with just a white towel wrapped around her. She appeared shy as she walked over to me on the sofa, straddling me.

I was mesmerised.

She was so warm where our bodies connected, her hands so tender on my chest, on my shoulders. I reached for her hair, tucking some loose strands behind her ear that had fallen into her face, her large blue eyes looking right through me, into me.

How could I ever walk away from this willingly?

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her closer, enjoying the softness of her skin, savouring the moment. One of her hands wrapped to the back of my neck, caressing up my nape, lacing delicate fingers into my hair, eliciting shivers of delight.

She leaned in to kiss me, slowly, gently – our first kiss today – causing a fire to ignite in my chest.

I’ll never survive this; I will lay down my body and soul at this alter of worship, not giving a single fuck what happens to me in the process.

The kiss deepened, I couldn’t tell which one of us was taking it there, but it was heading away from the tenderness I craved so badly right now, making me question if she wasn’t done with me yet. I considered pulling away, to ask if she wanted more, if she wanted her own climax, but she beat me to it, speaking before I got a chance to process my own thoughts fully.

“What are your nightmares about?” She asked softly, as if scared to speak the words.

While I was grateful that she wanted to continue our night, that she wanted to keep learning about me, even after sex, I wasn’t quite sure how to answer her question since all my nightmares lately had been taken over by increasingly gruesome ways in which Alice rips my heart out. 

“Fears, mostly…”

I opened my mouth again to elaborate, to tell her about the history of my nightmares and how it all started – to let her see more of the vulnerable parts of me – when there was a knock at the door.

Our eyes snapped to the door, then back to each other. Before I knew it she’d left my lap, heading for the bathroom, both swiftly and gracefully – which is very impressive considering what a disaster she often is in that department – disappearing behind the bathroom door.

Despite knowing she needed more time before anyone found out about us, knowing this was a terrible way for the word to get out, it still hurt me that she decided to hide, especially while I was in the middle of opening up to her.

I felt myself recoil emotionally back into myself.

“What?” I yelled once I was sure Alice had hid properly.

The door swung open with Mat’s head to poke out from behind it.

“By any chance seen Alice?”

Of course he was looking for her. Knowing what an empathetic soul Mat is, he was probably more worried about her than upset that she’d left him tonight.

“You lost her?” I asked, trying my best to seem inconspicuous.

“You can say that. She ran off.” Mat responded, sounding defeated as he pushed the door open, closing it behind him before collapsing into the seat next to me with a sigh.

“Sorry, mate.” My words were apologetic and sincere. Just because I was happy Alice had spent tonight with me, didn’t mean I wanted Mat to suffer in any way. He didn’t deserve that.

“I think I really fucked this one up,” He started, and I couldn’t help but dart my eyes towards the bathroom door which was slightly ajar, knowing Alice could hear whatever confessions was about to come out of Mat’s mouth as he opened up to me, causing even more self hatred to gnaw it’s way deep into my bones. But Mat pressed on, blissfully unaware who was listening in, “Think I pushed her too hard. She clearly needs a bunch of time and patience. Maybe even just a friend, which I’d be fine with to be honest, it’s just hard to not aim for more when you’ve found someone that’s so…” His eyes were filled with a childlike wonder as he searched for the proper words to describe her. And I knew how he felt, I’d been there myself.

“Captivating.” I finished for him, not realising I’d said it out loud at first. 

But she was truly captivating. No matter how you felt about Alice, even if you found her strange, it was hard to not look at her; be entertained by all her little quirks, or get lost in the body she was so proudly putting on display more and more.

“I mean, yeah, there sure is something about her– did you know she set her ex’s car on fire?”

I huffed out a laugh, “Yeah, bet he had it coming.”

He threw me a massive smile, positively delighted at the notion of Alice doing something so seemingly out of character for her. 

“Oh he must have, I have a hard time seeing what would push someone as sweet as Alice to do something like that.” But his smile quickly faded, as he gave me a thoughtful look, “You know, I really thought you two had something going on.” 

I just stared at him, the idea of responding to his question masquerading as a statement with anything but the truth, was so grating I couldn’t get the words on my lips. But it didn’t matter, because before I got a chance to speak he continued, not skirting around the topic anymore.

“Do you like her?” He asked, studying my face with a side glance.

I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t lie this time, “Yeah.”

My eyes darted to the bathroom again, hoping Alice didn’t mind that I’d shared as much.

At least I hadn’t told him what we’ve been up to.

Mat looked disappointed, “Thought so… Why do we always like the same woman?” He asked with a sombre smile.

I returned the expression, both of us knowing all the heartache it had caused us over the years, “No clue, mate. But it’s a theme, innit?”

We sat in silence for a while. My mind was racing, wanting to tell him to back off, that I’m already pursuing her, that I already have feelings for her. But every time I considered opening my dumb mouth I’d find myself feeling the opposite; that she’d be happier with him, that he’d be better for her in every way possible. That I should take a step back and just let them see if there’s something there without my interference.

Because I’m not good enough for her.

Not good for anyone, really.

That I’m as toxic as they come; made painfully clear by how the only reason I’m in this mess in the first place is cause I drunkenly grabbed an employee one night and fucked her on a table.

Meanwhile Mat is trying to actually help her, befriend her – treat her right.

“Do you want me to back off?” He asked quietly after a long moment.

“No, I think you’d be good for her.” I answered quickly, feeling numbness flow through my veins, replacing my blood with each heartbeat.

My response hadn’t satisfied him, in fact he looked quite unhappy, “I don’t know…” He fidgeted a bit, appearing uncomfortable speaking his next words, “No need to stay away from her on my behalf by the way. I’ve seen the way she looks at you, why I thought you two had something going on.”

I gave him a dejected smile, “Doesn’t mean anything. The ladies love a disaster of a man, until they have to actually put up with him.”

He shook his head at my statement.

“You’re not as annoying as you think, Oli.” He sounded serious, but Mat was a lighthearted man, so he continued with a more cheerful demeanour, even throwing in a smile at the end, “I mean you’re pretty fucking annoying, but you’re tolerable most days.”

I laughed at him, “Thanks, mate.”

“I’m gonna have another quick look for her, check if she’s alright.” He said, pushing off the sofa, “You getting some sleep or wanna come play some games? They all got a playstation set up in the other dressing room.”

“Think I’ll get some rest.”

“Alright.”

Before opening the door, he turned around to ask me one last question. 

“Do you think she’d like to go to the lake with me, or is that a stupid idea?”

Our next stop was at a hotel we always loved staying at when we were on tour in this area, even though the venue was almost two hours away from the hotel this time, we’d opted to stay there regardless. It was far removed from the bustle of the city, overlooking a lake and some woods with a particularly amazing trail. It probably wouldn’t be at its best this time of year, but still beautiful if you like being out in nature.

Which, to be fair, I didn’t know if Alice did. But I could see her enjoying it.

If nothing else, at least she’d get to spend some alone time with Mat.

Away from me.

“I think she’d like that.”

The numbness in my blood turned thicker, more painful this time.

“Alright, thanks for the chat, you’re a solid friend.”

Ironic, as I felt like a very poor excuse for a friend.

The pain washed over me as soon as he shut the door behind him and Alice stepped out from the bathroom, disbelief absolutely dripping from her.

“Why did you– why are you encouraging him to ask me out?” She asked with hurt in her voice.

I couldn’t look at her. 

She needed to leave – to get the hell away from me. So I got up, and started looking for some clothes I could give her that didn’t obviously belong to me, so she could go anywhere but here.

“Because I’m a fucking mess, and you deserve better than that.” I bit out, as I stalked over to the clothing racks, flipping through the things hanging there, anger starting to boil under the surface when I couldn’t find anything, clothes falling to the floor haphazardly as I sped up my search.

“Hello!? Did you not hear me on that stage, telling you I’m the mess!” She was behind me, too close to me.

“You’re not, you’re just hurting. It’s different.” I retorted, pushing past her as I headed towards the luggage, tearing it open, pulling more clothes out that did nothing but scream property of Oli Sykes, throwing them onto the floor behind me as I continued talking, the bitterness inside me spilling uncontrollably into my tone of voice, wrapping its poisonous vines around every word, “Let's not tell them about us, everyone’s better off that way.”

“Oli, please…”

The sadness radiated off of her, filling the room, her voice coming so quietly, with such pleading and desperation. It was shredding my heart mercilessly, shocking me enough to stop rummaging through the luggage for a moment.

“What do you want, Alice?” I asked as the pain was destroying me from the inside out, until it reached a point where I couldn’t handle it anymore, so I let the bitterness reclaim me.

I continued my mission to find some suitable clothes before I spoke again, my hands shaking as they searched.

“I know it’s not me; all I’m good for is fucking your brains out.” My words came low – vicious.

“That’s not fair.” She bit out, sounding very annoyed at my statement.

I couldn’t blame her, I was being a cunt.

A bitter laugh clawed its way up my throat, “Well life’s not fair, is it?”

I was growing increasingly frustrated, nearing the end of the large pile of clothes without seemingly finding anything to cover her with so she could get out of my face, when she caused my emotions to stop dead in their tracks, making me forget what I was even doing.

“I have feelings for you too, you fucking idiot!”

A thick silence fell as the words echoed in my mind.

Gripping the clothes still in my hands, I shot back up to my feet, turning towards her.

She looked as shocked as I felt.

“What?” I asked flatly, as if I hadn’t heard correctly, as if I’d somehow imagined it; hallucinated it.

She looked away, squirming under my unwavering gaze.

“I, I…” She started.

“What do you mean?”

I threw the fabric I’d been painfully clutching in my hands to the side, stepping over several colourful piles of random shirts and trousers that were seemingly covering the whole room as I stalked towards her.

“Alice, what the fuck do you mean by feelings?”

I shoved aside the intrusive thought to shake the answers out of her when I came close enough. 

Instead I felt myself relax by her proximity to me, by the pink blush that was creeping up her soft, beautiful cheeks.

“I… like you.” She replied, her eyes repeatedly darting to mine, as if it was too hard to continuously look at me, but she was trying anyway.

The delusional, lovesick fool sprung back to life inside me, having nearly drowned mere moments ago.

This can’t be happening. It’s too good to be true, is it not?

“In what way?” I asked, feeling myself smile down at her, not wanting to pay any mind to my negative inner dialogue.

“In more ways than just sex.”

Pure, unadulterated hope flourished inside me like a blossoming meadow in the height of spring, unrealistically bright and colourful like a scene from some random anime.

Hope – what a very dangerous thing to have.

“So, we… like each other.” My words were spoken with a sense of awe and wonder, knowing damn well I felt a lot more than like, but that didn’t matter. We were heading down the right path – the path I’d been fighting so hard to get us on.

I felt my wet hair drip onto my shoulder, reminding me that we weren’t in fact suspended in time where everything will feel this amazing forever.

“Yeah.” She added shyly, smiling.

My own smile grew, “That’s a start.”

“Mat is right though, I need time. I’m–”

I needed her to shut up, understanding that everything isn’t as perfect as they felt, but I just wanted to savour this feeling a bit longer. 

So I cut her off with a kiss.

She tensed up as soon as I grabbed her face and crushed her lips against mine, but she quickly relaxed into it, my hands leaving her flushed cheeks to snake around her back, pulling her tightly against me, her arms wrapping around my neck.

Religion was a scam; this is the only real heaven.

But once again things were becoming more heated, as our kisses so easily do, especially since I could feel our towels slipping from all the commotion.

So I pulled away.

“What do you need from me?” I asked against her lips, wanting to know how I could continue my journey into her heart without scaring her off.

“To take things slow.”

She gave me a stern look as she emphasised the last word.

“Alright.” 

I can do that, I can go slow. I don’t need to pressure her anymore. I can just relax and take things at her pace – whatever that is. Doesn’t really matter how slow it is, as long as you get there eventually.

Right?

“How slow are we talking here?”

Shit.

Her eyes were pleading with me, “Oli…”

“Sorry, love.” I said sheepishly.

While I wanted to be done asking her probing questions for tonight, there was something else that I knew would drive me up the wall if I didn’t ask.

“If this isn’t just sex, how come you don’t want the others to know about us?”

She looked away, appearing more apologetic than annoyed at my question, “It’s just a lot of added pressure.”

“Let's not tell them then.” I responded immediately, not wanting to risk having any unnecessary pressure that could ruin this.

But she looked confused, “I thought you didn’t want to lie to them.”

“I’ve already lied to them, I don't want it to have been for nothing.”

She rolled her eyes, “Yeah cause that doesn’t add any pressure…”

I sighed, “Can’t win can I?” I asked under my breath, more to myself than her. I untangled us and led us back to the sofa, sitting her down next to me before I gave her a thoughtful look, “We can do whatever you want, love.”

She appeared panicked as she thought about it, “You can tell them.”

I squinted at her, “You sure?” I asked, wanting her to be certain.

Her head fell forward into her hands, appearing utterly defeated, “No…”

My mind was racing, trying to figure out how to go forward, when it hit me.

“Alright, here’s what we’ll do; let’s not tell them we’ve been hooking up, or that there’s feelings involved, let’s just say that we’re going on a date tomorrow night.” 

Alice’s head reappeared from her hands, looking amused and surprised at my cheeky way of asking her out. 

I couldn’t help but break into a huge grin.

She studied my face for a long moment, “Okay.” she answered quietly, causing my heart to skip a beat, “Where are you taking me?”

“It’s a surprise.”

Her eyes sparkled as the amusement on her features grew, but sadly her smile wasn’t long lived, quickly warping into a deep frown, “I need to go talk to Mat, tell him I just want friendship.”

My heart sank, having completely forgotten about him for a moment, “No, you should go to the lake with him.”

She looked confused, “Why would I do that?”

I felt the ice return to my veins as thoughts from our previous conversations flooded me.

“You told me you weren’t sure if he’s your type anymore.” I said flatly, studying her face as it flipped between several emotions, “Get sure.”

Her changing expressions settled on sadness.

“Alright.” She responded simply, plainly, without any further discussion necessary, causing me to wonder if she also needed to know if Mat was for her, to explore what could be with him before committing to anything with me – or if she was agreeing to it for my sake, to settle my fears, not hers.

Regardless of her reasons, I’d probably drive myself insane wondering about those two if me and Alice end up together. So this was for the best.

Doubt started gnawing at my thoughts.

All my reasoning made perfect sense, yet I couldn’t help but feel like I’d just fucked up massively, like I was pushing Alice into the arms of another man, ripping her away from me.

I felt my palms grow sweaty, my heart pounding.

Was this a mistake?

Once more with feeling; I’m a fucking idiot.

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Groundhog Day Deleted Scenes Masterpost

Hey! Phil here. I wanted to make a post compiling all the deleted scenes from the movie Groundhog Day (1993)!

“Deleted scene” in this post only counts scenes that were filmed, but cut from the final movie. Scenes that were simply planned, but never filmed, will not be included.

Most if not all of these scenes can be found on youtube, I will try to include links at the bottom.

If you know a scene that I did not include, please tell me and I will add it and credit you!

1. “By Cold Bricks’ Glow”

An extended version of the final scene where the old man dies. Phil leaves a piece of paper in the man’s jacket and walks away. Paramedics arrive and find the old man with the paper, which has a poem on it presumably written by Phil:

“Every night, by cold bricks’ glow,

I watch the shadow rising

From this old man in the snow

At 8:02, we let it go.”

I’m kind of sad this was cut, it would’ve given Phil some more closure than what he got in the final film.

2. “They Call Me Punxsutawney Phil”

This scene was likely meant to serve the same purpose as the “Jeopardy” scene. Phil has used the loop to become incredibly good at pool. Two impressed players are suspicious of him and ask to bet on basketball with him.

Obviously, he gets all the scores exactly correct, including one from the European league. He denies being “some kind of hustler” when they ask him, which is technically true.

3. “Are You Mad At Meeee”

There’s not much to say about this scene, it’s just Phil awkwardly waving at Rita from outside her hotel as she closes the curtains on him. My guess is that this was meant to get put after the final clip of Rita slapping Phil.

4. “I’m The Chainsaw Man, I Come Out, I Throw Chainsaws All Over The Ice Sculptures”

Probably one of my favorites, it’s just Phil wearing a goofy hat and going absolutely ham on the groundhog ice sculptures with a chainsaw. There’s something really manic about Phil in this scene that’s just so fuckin’ funny.

I have some more to say about the symbolism of the ice sculptures but that’s a different post.

5. “It’s Kind Of An Honorary Title”

A very brief scene of Phil in a library studying multiple books and what appears to be x-rays or medical diagrams. I’d imagine this scene was either meant for the old man sequence or as context for how he fixed that one guy’s back.

6. “Pay Attention To Officer Friendly Here”

This one was cut from the montage of Phil helping out various town citizens. My guess is that it was removed for being too dark. Phil saves a young girl and her dog from being hit by an oncoming truck. Don’t worry, he’s still cracking deadpan jokes throughout the whole ordeal.

This scene also has a reference to Harold Ramis’ Sctv character “Officer Friendly”.

7. “Bowling Genius”

Phil is absolutely rocking it at a bowling game, but because of his circumstances, he just looks incredibly depressed while everyone else is cheering. This was also likely meant to be spliced in with the “Jeopardy” scene.

Links to scenes:

1. https://youtu.be/nP0GJ0HslNM?si=gIES9-o5UJSpIZ--

2. https://youtu.be/zkYDS-aKp5U?si=VWNMQtsptyZWRWpM

3. https://youtu.be/VZc7aI2VOus?si=mIibt0oMG6bphqAH

4. https://youtu.be/X8DL-bQ5gHA?si=GirUBzJgS9Q3-eTL

5. https://youtu.be/zHwPWVuogFU?si=PO5iTeUX1PkOPI10

6. https://youtu.be/Ob05LOuaxMU?si=iXQQwerjRvctblgS

7. https://youtu.be/rXh_G4wjNDo?si=61N8hnNqRjDEGzOJ

Higher quality: https://youtu.be/Lwj-dyC10mY?si=JTATDAKfi8rieZTf

Tell me if you know any more I should add! I hope this was interesting or at least mildly funny :•)

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Thanks to this post, I’ve been inspired to write down the God AU for The Other-world Universe (which I’m renaming after writing it because I think it suits the story better). This AU branches from the original story somewhere in the middle of chapter five! Be warned, there’s some destructive violence and a bit of psychologically upsetting situations in here, but idk what else you were expecting after reading the AU title…

[Ruler of Everything AU]

The military was coming for me.  Again.  What was this, the fourth time in the last week?  Is it really so hard to believe that I want to change the world for the better?  The idea had all started with helping one young woman, Erica, get her life back on track.  The idea branched out to some of the other little toy people, until eventually I was secretly improving the lives of a whole community.  I decided to come clean last month — and by come clean, I mean bring the whole world, or at least what was reached by the playtable, under my control.

Now, I know that sounds a little nefarious, but I would only be controlling people into a new way of living.  After I took over all the big aspects of life — changing them for the better — I had let everyone free.  They thrived in the new environment I created.  Unfortunately, the little beings outside of my control didn’t really care about all that.  They only worried about the first part: my taking over the world and their lives.

I had set up a base of operations in the open field where I first fell into the world.  All I needed was a single box with a button on top.  From there I created it to turn into a small house thirty seconds after pressing the button.  I’d placed it on the ground and stepped back, letting it turn into an indestructible mini apartment for myself while I continued with my work.

The military had come knocking on my door, literally.  With multiple large bombs.  I grumbled.  The vibrations had knocked over the clock on the wall, shattering it against the unbreakable floor.  Throwing open the door with my intangibility intact, I yelled angrily at the several tanks and handful of jets that waited for me.  “Would you please stop firing on my house?  I already told you it’s indestructible!”  Several tanks fired at me, but the warheads slid right through my body onto the floor behind me harmlessly.  Thank goodness for the little other-worldian in my house who let me keep up that ability.

I sighed, stepped over to their leading tank, and mimicked crushing it in a fist like an aluminum can as more bullets slid through me.  “It’s so easy to get rid of you,” I told them tiredly.  “So easy…  Why do you keep coming back?”  Snapping my fingers, I watched sadly as all the machines combusted around me.  There wasn’t room in my new version of the world for such violent toys like them.  Only a few people — some scattered ground troops — had escaped with only a few burns.  I turned off my intangibility, gently rounding them up as they yelled and shrieked fearfully, trying in vain to escape my grasp.

“How many of you have been here before?” I asked, looking over their fearful expressions once I’d collected them.  Each of the tiny people diverted their gaze, backing away from me against my fingers.  “How many?” I coaxed.  Four of the five survivors lifted their hands.  “And didn’t I tell you to stop all of this silliness?”  They glanced at eachother as I chided them, “I could crush you, you know.  That would certainly stop you from coming back.”  All the toy beings in my hand squirmed uncomfortably.  I shook my head, walking them out to the edge of my property, which consisted of the large city and subdivisions around it, as well as the mountain range near my house — all within the playtable’s range.

“Alright, get out of here before I change my mind.”  I let the tiny things rush out of my fingers and away to the government encampment that watched over what I did day and night.  That was just one of them; they were scattered all around the perimeter of the little area I’d taken as my own.  On my way back, I wandered through the city intangibly thanks to various passerby who lent themselves to be controlled while I walked.

What the military and government didn’t realize was that everyone here didn’t need rescuing from me.  They didn’t want me destroyed or dragged away.  Civilians happily let me take hold of their consciousness for brief moments to allow me passage through their little structures.  It’s not like I was controlling them; I was just latched on so I wouldn’t damage anything.  I’d learned the hard way that it was best to take someone for intangibility in order to prevent catastrophe, rather than completely keeping out of their heads and causing disasters.

And every time I passed by — intangible, but never invisible anymore — there were always people waiting for me.  They would flag me down to see if I would help them with a trivial task, or thank me for something I’d done for them earlier.

All of these tasks were the main inspirations behind my creations.  I had boxes of infinite food and water that were set up around the place, made to look like little convenience stores that were sized to the toy people.  I had a booth or two where you could sketch an idea for your home; I would look over and approve it, then create it for them wherever they wanted — within the small piece of land I’d taken, anyway.  Best of all, there was a room that would fix anything that was locked inside for a moment.  Everything from a broken plate to broken bones could be healed in moments.  

And for those who still weren’t satisfied, there was a visiting room in my home that had little platforms for people to come and plead their case for something more particular they wanted from me.  Those ranged from silly things like a rocket-powered bike that a few kids begged me for — and I’d respectfully denied — to more serious things like a restraining order, where I’d controlled someone and altered their mind by ordering them to move on and stay away.

People were thriving with me around; they were doing so much better.  It had only been a month or so, and people were happier than ever.  It felt so satisfying, knowing that so many people depended on me.  It was silly at the end of the day.  They were all fake people — little NPCs that I satisfied by doing what they asked of me, but their tasks were fun to complete.  Their little world was like an extensive and immersive game, and I was winning.  That felt good.

A stealth jet streaked overhead just as I began to smile.  It went so fast I hadn’t realized it had arrived, nevermind released something, until I felt it fall through me intangibly.  I gasped, blood running cold.  “Everyone RUN!  GET OUT OF-”  A billowing radiant light erupted from where the projectile had hit the ground.  I turned from it to stop it from blinding me.  The initial shock went through my intangibility, but the aftermath hit me so forcefully I collapsed to the ground.  The person I’d latched onto was either unconscious from the shock of the blast.. or permanently unconscious.

I must’ve blacked out for several minutes, but when I woke, everything hurt.  Several buildings had collapsed on me.  Or maybe I was the one who had collapsed on them.  Lifting my head, I could barely process the devastation.  A quarter of the city was just.. gone — leveled by whatever they threw at me.  I gasped in horror and moved to get up, but several shrieks made me think twice.  There were people all beneath me.  A few of them had been crushed, but most of them were still alive — spared from the blast by my own skin.  I nodded weakly, letting them escape from beneath me and get away before I sat up and all the debris caved in around me.  

Almost instantly, I was bombarded with requests.  Many of them were to bring back those who had died, but my abilities still had limitations.  Reviving the dead was one of them.  I disappeared to my own world to reverse the damage.  Shockingly, the playtable hadn’t changed to match the devastation.  Maybe it had been too abrupt.  I created a little fake device to bring back.  All I had to do was bury it, and everything would return to looking just like it had before the explosion.  Anything that was torn down from then on would be repaired instantly.

Fortunately, it worked.  Unfortunately it worked a little bit differently than I expected.  Anyone who’d been in the way of the rubble and couldn’t get out in time were dragged through it and packed up inside the rebuilt buildings.  Many of them were impaled or crushed instantly.  Most of them were already dead to begin with.  Either way, it was grisly.  There were a lucky handful or so who were left unharmed in the middle of various rooms, which was good.  Thankfully, the number of survivors still outweighed the number of casualties.  

Of course, people still complained.  I wiped their memories of the event by reaching out to any and all toys like I was going to control them, then swiped everything from that moment all the way to when the stealth jet flew overhead.  With that taken care of, I continued tiredly home, my clothing torn up and bloody.  It was all pretend, and I didn’t really feel like playing pretend in that kind of scenario.  Letting them keep the memory of it would just cause unnecessary trouble.  It’s not like I could do much more than what I’d already done, anyway.

Long ago I’d made a bracelet that would instantly heal me whenever I went to my own world, so I was physically alright, but I was still a mess.  Throwing open the door to my home away from home, I stepped into my walk-in closet and came out with a new perfect outfit that had materialized for me.  “So, they finally did some damage to you, huh?”  I rolled my eyes and glanced at the other side of the room.  A luxurious dollhouse spanned a little more than half the wall.  My favorite toy person stood in one of the doorways, arms crossed snidely.  “I bet you looked like shit before you magically healed yourself.”

“Can it,” I grumbled, “Erica, it’s been a long day.  Would you just leave me alone for a bit?”  “Will you let me go home?”  “You are home.”  “Then no.”  I groaned and fell onto the couch.  “Please; today was- wasn’t great,” I stammered, “I really.. didn’t think they would attack me in the middle of the public like that.  I thought they’d consider the people and think better of it.”  She went silent for a moment.  “How many this time?” the little toy asked solemnly.  I couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for her.  I knew they were all fake — that she herself was fake — but her and her kind didn’t.  To her, it was like a whole bunch of real people died in that explosion, when really it was just a bunch of plastic bits.

“You don’t want to know,” I told her, “but it doesn’t matter!  It’s all fake!  You just.. don’t understand.”  “No you don’t understand!” she spat, outraged.  “We’re real people!  We can get hurt!  We have lives, we have feelings, we can DIE.  Their blood is on your hands and you- you..  You don’t care!  But you have to snap out of it!  Whatever the hell you think this is — a simulation, some video game — it’s not.  Please.  I tell you this every goddamn day, and you refuse to listen!  It’s- We’re not fake!”

I closed my eyes and took a long breath.  The little thing was crying again.  I still didn’t know how to get her to understand that I wasn’t hurting anyone.  Maybe I just couldn’t. That level of destruction — sure I’d seen it on the empty fields outside my home from various things I’d exploded with my bracelet that let me snap machinery into combustion — but I’d never seen it lain out over such a populated area.  It frightened me, regardless of whether it was fake or not.  If the military was going to start targeting me while I was trying to help people, I couldn’t actually help them at all.  That was the whole point of my little game!

I stood up and went to my room to think properly, away from the sob fest that was happening in the dollhouse.  Erica screamed at me to come back — that she wasn’t finished telling me off.  I turned to her.  “If you really want to, then you’ll have to come get me.”  I gave a half laugh at my joke; there was no way she’d get to me anytime soon.  Yet, after about twenty minutes of sketching out an idea for a gun that would shoot barriers to fortify my land, the tiny being stormed into my room, out of breath.

Erica wheezed a few angry-sounding words before sitting wearily down on the floor, gasping for breath.  She’d run all the way over here; didn’t she know I was joking?  With a small smile, I stepped over to her.  She flinched at my coming, but put up no objection as I carefully scooped her up and brought her to my desktop.  I placed her on the little beanbag chair she often sat at, and offered her some water.  Erica guzzled it down, then glared grumpily at me.  “Thanks.”  It was pointed, and very not thankful-sounding, but I’d take what I could get when it came to her.

Continuing my sketches, Erica watched me silently.  Occasionally she’d offer up an idea or two for the design or the function of my new creation, but was otherwise rather quiet.  “Hey.”  I glanced up at her, “Another idea?”  She shook her head and gave me the look, which meant she was probably going to try to convince me again.  

“How do you know that this world is fake?  What if you’re wrong?”  “I’m not.”  “Ok, but why?”  I sighed and reached for her, but she lept up and dodged my hand.  “No,” she told me sternly, “No using your mind control to make me mute again!  Stop that!  Just-  I’m not arguing with you; I’m just asking a question!  How do you know — with such certainty that you’re willing to stake all of those lives on it — that this world and its people aren’t real?”  My hand lowers, “I have a model of it, built of toys.  Your world is the same, only more lifelike.  It got struck by lightning and that’s why there’s this weird living version of it now.”  Her face scrunches up in thought.  “But..  Ok, first of all, I don’t believe you.  I really don’t think lighting has the capability to do that.  And even if it somehow does, doesn’t that mean we’re all alive?  So you are taking lives?”

“Yes, little fake lives that don’t really exist in the real world.”  Erica snorts in contempt, “And what is this ‘real world’ you’re talking about?”  “It’s my world.  My real normal-sized world.  And I’ll prove to you that the model and this world are connected.”  Erica pretends to act uninterested, but clearly she had doubts about what she was saying, because she couldn’t help but take interest in my proof.

“I thought about doing it as a fresh start, but decided against it because I wasn’t sure what it would do to this place and the people here.  But you know what, even if it does wipe everyone away, that means I won’t have to deal with the military anymore.”  For once, Erica actually seemed to believe me.  “Wh- What are you going to do?”  “I’m going to level the table,” I announced, “and your world with it.  Then I’ll rebuild everything just as I want it.”  “Not possible,” Erica remarked, though her voice wavered fearfully.  “Don’t worry, if it works the way I hope it does then everyone will be fine and they’ll have a whole new world to explore.”  “And if it doesn’t work like that?”  I shrugged, “The reason why I didn’t want to do it was because I thought it would erase everyone’s memories of this place ever existing and give everyone a completely new life.  It might just make everyone disappear, too.  I- I don’t really know what’ll happen, but when it does, I’ll have proof.”

“B- But if my memory gets wiped, or if I stop existing, I won’t know about the proof!”  I smiled slyly at her, “I thought you said that it was impossible.”  “It is,” she countered.  “Then why are you scared?”  Erica gripped the sides of her head and closed her eyes as if she had a headache.  “What if it is true?” the little being whispered fearfully, “I- I don’t wanna stop existing.”  Cautiously, I placed a few fingers over the side of her shoulder, and she looked up at me with teary eyes.  “If I’m really fake, and you’re the only real one here, then.. What am I here for?  Just to keep you company?  Are all of us alive just to entertain you?”  

I hadn’t thought of things like that before.  The people her always had their own little purposes in life; I just enjoyed making their lives better.  “I.. honestly don’t know,” I told her earnestly, “but I’m going to try to find out for you.  I’ll start with a small part of land, ok?  Somewhere far from here and far from you so you don’t lose anything about yourself.”  Erica shuddered, “But what if it’s true?”  Her voice had been diminished to a whispered cry.  “Then I’ll make sure you’ll live a good life,” I told her gently.  Moments later I was in my own world again.  Choosing a far part of the table, I cleared off a large section of buildings, then warped away directly to it.  

The world didn’t look any different.  My heart skipped a beat, frightened that I’d made a mistake in the directions.  Returning forward and back, I realized I did in fact have the right location, yet nothing was amiss.  Next I went for the twin buildings, but even those didn’t budge when I got rid of them.  Dread gnawed at my stomach before I laughed in uneasy relief.  “Ohhh, I made that little thing that rebuilds stuff when it’s destroyed!  That’s why the destruction isn’t synced!  It’s being rebuilt before I can get there!”

Relieved I hadn’t made a horrific mistake, I quickly dug up the machine I’d created earlier, then took it back to my world.  “There.  Now everything should fall apart.”  Indeed everything did fall apart, and despite the destruction and the screaming, I was immensely relieved.  I mean, can you imagine how awful of a person I would have to be to do this kind of thing to a real world with real people?  

Quickly I went off to get the machine again.  Back in my own world, I reached to grab it, but froze with my fingers hovering inches from its side as realization dawned on me.  I didn’t make that destruction.  The bomb had.  Fearfully, I went to a place where I’d taken one of the twin buildings.  It was still there.  Everything was still there.  And I was a mind-manipulating, world-stealing, mass-murderer.

I…  I can’t be.  This.. isn’t.. happening…  REAL?  Either a heart attack, stroke, or some awful shock came over me, and I passed out.

My face was wet when I woke up.  I stirred, reaching up to rub the water from my eyes.  A yelp sounded nearby, and I froze, glancing around.  “Giantess!  Please don’t move!  I- I- need to get out of here!”  Looking in the direction of their voice, I found a young man pressed into the crook of my arm.  If I’d reached all the way to my face, I might’ve crushed him.  “Oh!” I gasped, relaxing my arm to let him out.  He stumbled away from me, but didn’t run.  “I was trying to wake you up,” he gestured to a hose caught beneath my forearm.  “You passed out.  Thankfully it was over the new subdivision.  No one lives there yet.”

Great, but that’s not going to help the other fifty people I’ve killed.  I didn’t say that aloud, though.  Instead, I sat up, but my lightheadedness caused me to slump right back down.  I sucked in a shocked breath of air.  “Are you alright?” the tiny real human being asked.  Tears watered in my eyes.  “No,” I whimpered.  He blinked, shocked.  “I- I’ve done so many awful things.”  “What do you mean?  You- You’ve done nothing but help people ever since you showed up.  Hell, you literally gave us infinite free supplies of food and water!  That’s not awful at all.”  

Squeezing my eyes shut, I took a shuddering breath.  “But does that really make up for the other things I’ve done?  Do you know that many people died because of what I’ve done so far?  Do you know a quarter of the city got blown to pieces a few hours ago?  No.  Of course you don’t.  I erased that from everyone’s minds before anyone could tell you.  All those people…” I gasp, “They don’t even know who died.  They can’t remember.”

Wiping tears from my eyes, I sobbed a few times before continuing.  “And that’s only today!  I- I- I’ve been wiping memories every time I trip over something!  Every time I step on someone I go around taking the details of their life from other’s brains like some cruel machine, as if I can’t even feel sorry for it!”  I shook my head, trying to stop crying.  “Yes, I’ve given everyone they could want, but at what cost?  If I told you I could give you everything you’d ever need, but I’d randomly wipe your name and memory from the earth, would you still want it?”

The little human looked mortified.  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say.. any of that,” I backpedaled, “What’s your name?”  “Wesley,” he told me weakly.  I nodded, “I’m sorry.”  “Will you.. you know… stop?”  He looked anxious, as if I might lash out and erase his mind right then and there for knowing what I’d told him.  Slowly, I sat up a bit more slowly than before.  “Of course.  I would never have done this if I’d known-  I thought this was all pretend.”  

There was silence for a while, broken by the tiniest gasping shudder.  “Did I have a father.. and a younger brother?” he asked hollowly.  “There were pictures in our house of a whole family.. but I- I didn’t recognize who was in it.”  My hand fell over my mouth in horror.  Wesley looked up at me, appalled.  Slowly, he backed away.  “Did you kill them?”  “I.. don’t know,” I stammered.  “Did you make me forget about them?”  “I think so.”  He shook his head in angry confusion.  “I don’t understand.. Why would you do something like this?  What do you mean you thought it was pretend?  Why have you been helping us if you don’t care whether we live or die?”

“I- I’m so sorry!”  I stumbled to my feet and ran away before realizing I was destroying things in my wake.  In anguish, I brought myself back to spawn — my little home base.  Immediately I heard a yelp, and I flinched so violently I jumped into the air.  Erica stared at me from my desk where I left her, confused.

I fell to my knees in front of her, tears streaming down my face.  “What have I done?!” I sobbed, “You were right!  You were always right; it’s all real!  You tried so hard to tell me!  I’ve made a mess of your world and all of your lives!  I’m sorry!  I’m so sorry!  I- I don’t know what to do!  How do I fix this?  No one really knows what’s going on but you; please tell me what to do!”  I looked up at Erica with pleading despair, but all she did was stare at me blankly.

“Please!” I tried again, “I know I’ve been awful to you, and I’m horrified because of it, but please!  I-”  My voice choked up and I couldn’t speak.  I fell to the floor and continued sobbing.  “Alexis?”  I looked up to find her peering over the edge of the desktop at me.  “What did you do?  You.. believe me?”  I nodded slowly, sitting up until my head was level with hers.  She stepped backwards a bit as my eyes widened with another sudden revelation.  “Erica?  You’re… You’re real? You’re actually a.. real person?”  She nodded, her hands wringing together nervously.  “I’ve always been.”  I started crying again.

“Oh god, I’ve made you do so many things…  How have you survived living like this — locked away in this place that’s too big for you?  How do you even look at me without wanting to murder me in my sleep?  I’ve taken almost everything from you.”  Erica’s eyes began to tear up too.  “I.. I know.  I’m just- so relieved you understand!”  She rushed forward, hugging the bridge of my nose.  “You’re gonna let me go?  You’re gonna treat me like I’m real now, because you understand I’m real now, right?”  Erica slipped off me as I nodded enthusiastically.  “Yes, yes, whatever you want!  I’ll bring you anywhere!  I’m so sorry for everything I’ve done to you.”

Gently scooping her up to take her outside for the first time since I took her, I noticed so many more of her subtle tiny movements — the thrum of her pulse, the little breaths in her lungs.  She’s really alive.  I laid down on the grass outside and placed her down beside me.  Erica shielded her eyes from the sun, blinking hard.  She took a long breath of fresh air then laughed relievedly.  “I’m never taking the outdoors for granted again!” she exclaimed.  Turning to me, I watched as her expression dulled to a more serious one.  “Can I go home?” she asked, voice wavering between hope and fear.  I nodded, gently turning on my side to cup a hand around her.  “I’ll bring you right there.  I never gave it away.  It’s still just as you left it.”

Erica laughed as she sobbed, buying her face in my hand.  I flinched away slightly and she gave me a double-take before repeating the action a bit slower.  I’d suddenly felt the need to be more careful when I handled her.  If she was a real person, I could hurt her so easily, even if I didn’t want to.  “You’re.. not mad?” I asked confusedly.  “Oh I’m furious,” she told me through tears, “but I’m more relieved than anything else right now.  I mean.. finally I got you to understand!  I… You really didn’t think I was a real person?”  

I ashamedly glanced away from her.  “Honestly, it’s kind of bizarre.  Even if you are a real person, you’re so tiny.”  Sliding my hand around her, I gripped her torso like I might’ve lifted a doll, but I kept her just above the ground.  “You fit so easily in my hand.  Is it really so hard to believe I didn’t know you were real?”  Erica went silent; her face reddened slightly.  At first I thought it was anger that caused it, but then she squirmed lightly in my grasp, looking everywhere but me.  “You- You won’t take advantage of this — of me being so much smaller than you — right?” she asked weakly.  I shook my head firmly, gently setting her back down.  “I just want you to understand that when I came to this strange new place, I didn’t automatically assume it was fake.  You are all toy-sized, and I practically fell into the table that holds the umm.. non-model of your city.  I thought I fell into the toy model.”

Erica nodded slowly, taking a few wobbly steps away from me after I released her.  “Let’s get going,” I told her softly, sitting back up.  “Don’t you want to go back home?”  The tiny woman retraced her steps, rushing toward me eagerly.  “Yes, please!”  I held out my upturned hand for her and she slid on with only very brief hesitation.  To think I’d been manhandling and carrying around a real live tiny woman this whole time and I somehow hadn’t known.  I made a mental promise to myself to be more gentle with her from then on.  

Cupping her slightly so she wouldn’t fall, I stood up and made my way back to the old cliffside where her mansion stood.  On our way, I froze at the sight of the city skyline in the distance.  It was smoking; I forgot to replace the buildings I’d taken along with the plate, but frankly I didn’t want to.  If I did, how many more people would be caught up inside of them again?  “What am I going to do about your world?” I asked softly, “I’ve been so awful.”  Erica remained silent, becoming a bit restless in my palm.

I need to remake that device so it won’t trap anyone in any more buildings.  I.. I need to undo the damage, but it’s not just physical.  I need to give everyone their lives back, but the only real way to do that is to go back in time.. like I was never here…  Maybe-  I can’t bring people back from the dead.. but what if their deaths never happened?

When I arrived at the cliffside, I released Erica to her front lawn.  The door was locked, but I pushed it down with a few of my fingers to let her in.  “I’ll fix it later — with the city,” I told her after she gave me a bewildered look.  Warping off to my world while she explored her old home, I took the little burying plate and recreated it.

When I bury this plate in the ground, it will disintegrate into nothing in five seconds.  Once it disintegrates, the time that passed since-  I stopped.  If I rewound all the way to the very first person I had killed, that would be before I found Erica.  She’d be stuck alone with John in that alleyway all over again, without me to stop him from hurting her.  I… I can’t do that to her.  Even if she wouldn’t know it, I can’t put her back in that situation now that she’s come so far from it.  I restarted my sentence.

Once it disintegrates, the time that passed since the day I decided to control Erica will reverse.  Nothing that has happened since then will have happened.  Time will not pass here; everything in my world as well as myself will remain unaffected.  That way, she would still have her new house and her much-desired expensive trinkets, and I would remember this incident — preventing myself from doing anything like it again.

Taking up the plate, I brought it back to the other-world where Erica was waiting for me.  She gave me a curious look, “Where did you go just now?”  “Back home.  I had to recreate this.  It’ll fix the buildings.”  “Oh,” she nodded,  “Alright, fix the buildings and then we’ve gotta talk, because there’s so much more you need to do before-”  “I know.”  I kneel down so I’m level with her.  “Erica, when I fix this — all of this — you’re never going to see me again.”  She visibly flinches, stepping fearfully up to me.  “You.. won’t remember me.  I’m not ever coming back to this place because I can’t imagine myself being a part of it without causing destruction wherever I go.”

“What?” Erica asked smally, “but-”  “How many times have you told me over the last month to leave because I don’t belong here?”  She quieted down.  “Please, I- I know you won’t remember this conversation, or me.  Just please don’t end up like how I found you, ok?”  A whine escapes her throat, “W- Wait, what are you going to do?  I.. want to talk to you.  I want to know what else is out there!  You’re from a whole other world!”  I glanced backwards at the smoking city skyline.  I remembered the poor young man who’d forgotten half of his own family because I’d killed them without even realizing it.

“I’m sorry, Erica.  I have to go.  You’ve all suffered enough already.”  I shook my head as she tried to convince me otherwise.  “It’s time for me to leave.”  Ducking down to the bottom of the cliff, I scooped out a little hole for my creation.  “Wait!  Alexis, why won’t I remember?!  Please!  What’s going to happen to us?!”  I stared up at her from the ground.  “I’m going to reverse time,” I told her, “All the way to before I decided to do all this.  But don’t worry..”  Slowly, I stood up after placing my creation in the ground, and gently took her little hands between my fingers.  “I made sure you’ll live a good life.”

There was a blinding flash of light as five seconds ended.  I warped away into my own world before anyone could see me.  I could only hope that the other-world had been brought into the past, but with that wild flash, I was almost certain-

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

I flinched, dropping what I-  Oh shit!  I was still holding Erica’s hands when I warped!  Thankfully, I managed to snatch her out of the air before she fell all the way to the ground.  Within my cupped hands I could feel her squirming and writhing — clawing at my fingers for an escape.  “Help!  Help!  Someone please!  Help me!”  I opened my hands fearfully, letting her safely into my palms where she wasn’t confined.  Erica scrambled to her feet before falling over backwards off the edge of my hand.  It was like she was ignoring every basic thing she knew about being held… because time reversed.. for her, not me. I caught her much quicker than the first time, and she screamed again.  I cringed at the sound as I held her gently back up again.  Curling up in a ball in my hands, Erica braced herself for the worst.  Can I do anything right when it comes to this woman and her tiny world?!  Gently, I slid her onto the table from my hand.  “Erica.. it’s ok.  I know you’re scared, but it’ll be alright.  I’m not going to hurt you.”  She slowly unfurled herself, staring up at me in horror.  “H- How do you know my name?  What are you?  Where the hell am I?!”  Seems I had some explaining to do…

#here you go angst enjoyers #this one’s for you #g/t #giant/tiny #other-world universe

[coleskingdom]

Mine Pt 7

The Match

The final chapter, no smut just a Forbidden Door face off the final chapter

Jay White x reader

The weeks leading up to forbidden door had been tense. The stipulations added to the match between Jay and Finlay were that there would be no ref stoppage and that if I threw in the towel Jay would lose Bullet Club Gold. I didn’t like the idea, I didn’t like any of it, it seemed too close to an organized shoot fight. Gabe and Adam decided on a Texas death match, and the Bucks put up their AEW titles against Drilla and Clark the event had been sold out for months.

Laying in bed with Jay the with match looming the next day, “it’s going to be fine, no matter how it goes it’s going to be fine.” I didn’t know if my words were for me or for him. “ I’m going to ask you to do one thing, and if you love me the way you say you’ll do this for me. Don’t throw in the towel, no matter what, you can’t throw it in.” His hands playing in my hair my head nestled into his chest I felt a tear come down my cheek. “Shhh… the boys will be down there with you, trust me, trust them. If I lose, it has to be an honorable loss. I have to have a way forward.” my single tear had turned into sobs, “Get it out sweetheart, get it out now. I need you to be strong tomorrow, we all do. I’m not going to lose bullet club, the only thing that means more to me than it is you. You’ve got to breathe and you’ve got to get some sleep.”He said gently, putting his arms around me.

The morning of the ppv came to early, I woke Jay up with a cup of coffee and a confident smile. “ Feeling better?” he asked eyeing me carefully, I could tell he was trying to assess how I was doing. “ I am, I’m sorry about last night. I guess it feels different now. I knew regardless I’d be emotional but not scared.” I said “ Hey now it’s okay, you don’t trust Finlay that’s what it is, just trust me. That’s all you’ve got to do today is trust me.” He squeezed my hand.

“ I don’t feel like doing glam today, give me an hour and I’ll be ready." heading into the bathroom. I emerged war ready, the heels had been traded for a pair of combat boots, the sexy tank in for a black t shirt, the over done make up gone and replaced with my traditional day to day make up and my hair slicked into a tight pony tail, and the diamonds changed to small gold studs. I took off my engagement ring and left just my wedding band and put the golden switchblade around my neck. “ There’s my girl” he said smiling, “You don’t miss the glammed up version.” I asked, “ Not one bit, she’s kind of a character that one, super kicking people, using a heel as a weapon.” He winked “Today I’m glad it’s you by my side. I love you.” Taking my hand . The car was already downstairs. The ride to the arena was quick, we walked into the Gold locker room, everyone had decided to share. I think it was for my benefit but they said it was what they wanted.

“ You okay?” Matt asked, “ Yeah I think so.” A half hearted smile crossing my face. “You switched up your look I like it. It’s more you anyway.” I smiled “Jay said the same thing to, I think he thought the other was a little unhinged.” That got a chuckle out of Matt. “ She was a monster that we designed and you executed. Don’t get me wrong we love her, but she could’ve over thrown Jay and we would’ve said yes ma’am .”

“ Who’s overthrowing me? “ Jay asked from across the room. “ Your beautiful wife, when she shows up in spike heels and an attitude.” Jay laughed a deep real laugh, his eyes crinkling. “ I’ll step down gracefully, if she wants to be leader. I know when I’m beat, I don’t need a shoe mark on my cheek.” Now laughing myself “Stop, I wasn’t that bad” I said “ That’s the problem you were that good, too good.” Matt said. “You were that bad” Jay said with a wink, my face turning pink.

“Okay, okay with all of that having been said , I need the four of you out there with her for the main. I need you to make sure she doesn’t throw in the towel. Matt , I’m trusting you with her, Page you’re his back up. No disrespect to either of you Cole and Nick, she will just listen to the other two better.” he said “Matt I’m going to go over the planned finish with you. You know Finlay though, he doesn’t always stick with it, just so someone out there knows. Alright boys, this is it, it’s time to put the dogs down once and for all.”

Page went out for his match with Gabe. I’d never seen Page have to go the level of violence he went to. On the monitors it showed the live feed, the punches started stiff and only got stiffer as the match went on. Page clearly having taken a page from Calihan pouring lemon juice in Gabe’s open cuts. We all gasped there was no way around that pain, “Where the hell did he get lemon juice?” Jay asked, I told him I did an Instacart order, and I thought it was for water. Page got Gabe to tap with the chain around his neck, reviving his hangman move. He came back into the locker room. “Lemon juice really? “ Matt asked , “Tony said I couldn’t do the everclear, so I had to get creative, it was either that or Jalapeno juice, but milk stops that burn.” he shrugged, blood staining his upper body. “Are you okay?” I asked putting him in a chair going over his cuts, “ This was nothing compared to Swerve, Kidd just thought he was a tough guy. I’m gonna go shower I’ll be ready for the main. “

Matt and Nick went out against Maloney and Connor’s, the bucks new harder hitting style surprised the war dogs , but just as they adapted, they switched to the fast paced, style they’re known for. I popped for the superkick party, and the EVP trigger. The match ended in a DQ when Coughlin got involved, hitting Nick with a chair. Matt and Nick came back through , both swearing they were fine and took the least amount of damage.

The rest of the matches clicked off the card, “ How are you doing?” Page asked, “I’m okay, I think. You’d let me know if it gets too bad out there, right? I know he told me no matter what not to throw in the towel but you’d tell me right? “ my voice pleading with him. He looked around before answering “Yes , because it’s you, yes I would. He knows I would tell you, as a way to protect you. It’s the reason he went over the finish with Matt. I’m okay with that, Matt’s slightly stronger when it comes to you but Jay knows he’d crack to.” He smiled “ Then I’m good, I trust you and Matt only second to Jay..”I hugged him.

“Ready?” Jay asked I nodded the most confident I’d felt in weeks. We all walked down together, I was so glad this was my last walk down, I got into the ring to take his jacket instead he slipped it on me. The ref handed me the white towel, and I stepped out of the ring. The war dogs were ringside as well, just jawing.

I stepped back beside Matt and Page. Jay slid out of the ring early his mind games messing with Finlay. He winked at me, Jay got back in and fell into his rhythm, his fluidity has always been a thing of beauty. The knife edge chops ringing through out the arena , out of the corner of my eye I saw Kidd start to move, “what’s Kidd up to?” I said , “On it “ Page said. Page went and pulled him off the apron, the others quickly backing him . Provided enough distraction for Finlay to get Jay in the corner, with chops of his own , switching to kicks has Jay slumped in the corner. Maloney grabbed Jays arm and cuffed it to the top rope. Kidd slid a chair into the ring. I’m looking at Matt “ Shit” he said, Finlay putting the chair in front of Jay saying something I couldn’t hear, but the pointing indicating it was about me. Jay spit on him, Finlay slapped him, Jay back on his feet landed a punch. “ Conners has the key around his neck” Page said, “ Fuck this shit” Cole said headed towards Conners, Nick followed Cole Matt chasing Nick,” Stay here “he barked I saw that Coughlin power slammed Cole, “Adam go help them I’m fine”. Once he was out of range I jumped up on the apron, making sure that the towel was out of grasp of Finlay. “ Finlay, You’re still a bitch.” That got his attention, “ Hi, Princess, how do you like my handy work?” he sneered, “ It’s a little uninspired kind of like your leadership.” My tone casual I saw Matt uncuff Jay , and I jumped down. Jay coming at Finlay with the chair. I saw the schlalee bent down and put it in the back of my pants covered by Jays Jacket.

“ He’s going to kill you” Matt said “ I’ll deal with it. I had to do something, besides I got the schlalee” I smiled. “ what are you going to do with that” he asked “ I’m going to give it to one of you to get it to him. He needs to beat the shit out of Finlay with it, it’s what started this whole fucking thing” I seethed “ Calm down, calm down” Page stepped in “they’re watching, act upset about the match.” The match had been going back and forth each man alternating having the upper hand. Just then Finlay hit a nasty version of the overkill. The dogs started to get in the ring and Finlay called them off, he went and put his foot on Jays back, and threw up the too sweet. The boos that rained down, Finlay picked Jay up and did the in to oblivion.

“ Is he out?” I asked page, “ hold on give him a minute. “ his eyes meeting Matt’s. “ Hey hey it’s okay, do you want to give me the towel, one of us can walk you to the back.” Matt said I shook my head no. Finlay started taking chair shots to Jays back. “ You’ve got to let him get back up, I know you want to yell, but I’m going to need you not to. You’re stronger than this , this is what Finlay wants you upset. It’s about you as much as it is the match. Now set your fucking jaw, and deal with it, bite your tongue, break my hand I don’t give a shit but don’t you fucking cry right now. You’re a damn member of this club and this family so man the fuck up.” Matt said I looked at him seeing red.

Matt left to go to the ring side , Jays hand moved and Matt nodded. Jay got up slowly, in a daze, but Finlay was in the corner and didn’t see Jay coming and drop kicked him from behind, Finlays face hit the turn buckle , and busted him open. He dragged David and got him into position for the blade runner, Jay pinned David 1-2-3 . It was over, Jay went to the corner and slumped down, his hands on his knees, “ Get him an ice pack and water.” Matt yelled at ring side, he threw both items at me.

“ Go on get in there. Ice on the back of his neck. “ I got into the ring and knelt down beside him, putting the ice on the back of his neck, reaching around for the damn schlaee that was poking me. I laid it in front of Jay, “ I’m not going to lie, you had the chance to make the biggest heel turn in history if you hit me with that thing.” he said a twinkle in his eye. “ How bad is it?” I asked watching him wince “ It’s not the worst that I’ve been but it’s not great. You’re gonna need that nurses outfit. Help me stand” he asked I helped him to his feet. The crowd waiting for his decision on what he was going to do.

“ By the order of the Bang Bang Gang, the War Dogs have been put to sleep. Your club is no more, House of Torture your Club is no more, G.O.D. You are reinstated, Owens, Kenta you are able to remain, the ABC you are recognized. Now what to do with these poor puppies, eyeing the remaining war dogs, do whatever the hell you want your just not Bullet Club material. Finlay I think I’ve got something you want.” Raising the Schlalee Jay threw the thing up the ramp, and Finlay knelt down to pick it up and from behind Ospreay hit Finlay with a hidden blade, Akira, Cobb TJP and Henare were on the rest of the dogs at ring side, once the dogs were down. The United Empire came in the ring and stood across from us, Will took the mic, “Pleasure Doing Business with you Bruv. However, as much fun as this was, I’ll be seeing you in AEW. Come on boys.” His music hit and they walked out of the ring. Then the Bullet Club Gold music hit, the guys all took their corners and hit the Gunns up.

“ I’m proud of you” Jay said once we were in the back. “ I’m gonna kill Matt, when I see him.” I said. “ Why? What happened? He told me I couldn’t cry and to man the fuck up.” I said still furious. Jay started laughing, “ He pissed you off on purpose, I told him to. I told him if you started to get worried to either let you come back here or to piss you off. It’d change your focus and you’d be fine. Come on Sweetheart it’s time to celebrate.” Kissing me on the side of the head. “ What’s next and what’s the thing with Will?” I asked “ Will , that’s an interesting one , I like the guy, it works in Kayfabe we share a history, there’s guys for Colton and Austin to work with it made the most sense. Finlay and Gedo are going to work for your dad. You are going to settle into your new job and retire Queen Switch. I’ll miss her I think. Then I believe you owe me the honeymoon of my dreams if I remember correctly.” He smiled as he lead me into the rest of the party.

#aew fanfiction #aew imagine #jay white x you #jay white fanfiction #switchblade jay white #jay white imagine #jay white

[nokingsonlyfooles]

Head-Wigs and Not Even an Inch

Abigail Thorn made me cry last night.

I mean, I knew this was not outside the realm of possibility. I presumed she would produce a work of stunning artistic beauty and overwhelm my jaded brain with some Profound Meaning. Or, fat chance, maybe she’d trip over something I’d written and tear it to pieces like a hamster going to town on a cardboard tube. Or maybe I’d go back to London, and spill my drink on her shoes in a dark club, and she’d thrash me with a riding crop — that’s slightly more likely than someone with a decent platform noticing my writing, at this point.

But, uh, no. That’s not how it went.

We pay money to get the bonus episodes of Kill James Bond. You should too. In fact, if you don’t, you’ll be lacking some context for this. But most of my work goes out into the void without context, so to hell with it. You can watch a theatrical version of Hedwig and the Angry Inch for free, on YouTube. Or you can probably pirate the film version with a clean conscience, I don’t think any of those performers are seeing much compensation from sales at this point.

We haven’t been listening to the bonus episodes in order. We often try to watch something close to the version of whatever-film they’re doing, and then listen to the episode with context. We’ve heard them mention Hedwig, and it seemed to be a profound, emotional experience. I really wanted to see Hedwig first. Well, we found a Hedwig available for free and we watched it. They tried to update it a bit, and I found that off-putting. A lot of the tropes in play are dated — “#problematic” in some ways, and genuinely hurtful in others. If you’re going to update something like that, you can’t just throw in a reference to Harry Potter and Title 42 and call it good. Preserve it in its original messy form for us, or rewrite the whole thing — if they’ll let you.

The way the actor playing Hedwig moved and sat in her (the character uses she/her and I have no idea about the actor) short skirt bothered me too. She had shorts on underneath, but I don’t think we were supposed to know that yet. “Nobody has ever told this person how they’re supposed to sit in a skirt,” I said to the spouse. Like, it wasn’t even as if she knew and had decided to ignore it. If one were transfeminine, or faking it to get out of East Berlin, someone would’ve mentioned it. “Maybe it’s for the character,” he said. Maybe it was. You could read it that way. But there’s a read on this where transness is artifice, and I don’t like that read very much. I hope that wasn’t what they were going for.

The ending could be read that way too. It’s all very surreal and that has the potential to be read a lot of different ways, but a male (or male-presenting) actor winds up bare-chested in shorts and the female one ends in a wig and a dress and they both seem very happy about it. One could say, “Well! Glad all that gender confusion’s cleared up! Now they’ve stopped pretending to be something they’re not!” I don’t like that the possibility is left open like that. It feels slimy and centrist.

But the music was great and there were some excellent moments and I was eager to hear the whole thing get dissected by some trans folks.

About a half hour into it, they were discussing John Cameron Mitchell, who identified as a gay man at the time and has since refined it to nonbinary with he/him pronouns. Hedwig’s gender is messy — she’s a fictional character written by an enby who was still in egg form, from a time before people were expected to define their transness as binary or nonbinary. Abi acknowledged the nonbinary actor/writer/director, and mentioned that there’s a lot of pressure to define your gender neatly these days… And said, “No.” That’s not it. Hedwig is a woman like her. Period.

I had been saying to the spouse (we talk over the podcast; we get excited) that I saw a lot of myself in Hedwig’s disaster gender, and in that way you could read the ending as her deciding to stop splitting herself between her popular, cis-passing, sellout persona, and the real, messy her. And then Abi cut me off, and I said, laughing, “Oh my god, just hip-check my identity right into the orchestra pit! What… What…” And I started to cry.

I didn’t have my guard up. I didn’t expect it. And I’d never taken a hit quite this way before. This wasn’t being denied the validity of my existence, this was the validity of my artistic merit. Abigail Thorn, a demonstrably smart person with a lot of theatre experience who loves writing and acting, will not be requiring me or John Cameron Mitchell for her interpretation of Hedwig and the Angry Inch. Not even as a possible read. Please, go find yourselves in some other character, enbies. Let the transwomen have her.

…To the point where “Hansel” is treated like a modern-day deadname of a real person, when all we know for sure is that the character got rid of it to get out of East Berlin and she doesn’t use it anymore. It could be like that, but by the end of this, “Hedwig,” another name and gender she did not choose for herself, might be a deadname too. I’m not saying it has to be like that, but it’s not so ridiculous that we need to dismiss it unsaid, is it? Especially given that the goddamn originator of the character has been on a similar journey and decided to keep “John” and he/him for the moment. A person can do that and still kick their assigned gender to the curb, you know?

I didn’t need Hedwig to be about me and only me, I just needed the possibility to be left open and discussed a little bit. Another trans egg movie, but perhaps a nonbinary one this time. Like Speed Racer, it went hard and fell short! That’s all. I didn’t even know I needed that! Until Abi said I couldn’t have it.

The spouse stopped the podcast and comforted my surprised tears. He gave me a nonbinary read — which is not hard to do! — and said I deserve to be seen. I said, “I know why she said it. I do. It’s too close to their (hers and Alice’s) own experience and they don’t want to see anything else. It’s emotion-based. But… But… Nonbinary actor (and writer/director/producer/singer)! …What about Dev?” Dev really took a backseat on this one. They saw themself in Yitzhak, and Yitzhak isn’t the main character, and Abi and Alice were so into Hedwig, and they’re all friends. Yeah. I mean, I understand that too. Back off and let your friends have this one, it’s clearly important to them both.

I wanted to hear the rest of it, because it made Alice and Abi feel seen, and a lot of other trans folks too. Yeah, there’s a lot in it that aged like milk — cringy and outdated even when the film was made — but there’s a lot of valid queer experience in there, too, warts and all. I was surprised as hell that, in the end, Abi supports the “Tommy isn’t real” theory and believes this is a story about uniting one person and making yourself feel whole. And yet, she reiterated, “No.” It’s not about being nonbinary. It’s about reconciling with the male-gendered stuff you try to cut out of you when you transition. Dev and Alice were at least willing to allow that nonbinary was possible, if not quite willing to delve into it, but not Abi. Splitting yourself in two is a binary trans thing! As are many, many other things about Hedwig that I related to.

As an enby who came up with the “splitting yourself in two” metaphor while still in egg form, for a fictional character of my own who is also still in egg form, please let me tell you — please let me tell someone — that that’s not true. I didn’t meet Hedwig until last night, but I know about performing your acceptable, cis-passing, assigned gender and hiding all the “garbage” that doesn’t fit. I know what it is to be crammed into a false persona that gets a lot of love, while the real you, when you let it out, is only worthy of snarling punk lyrics into a mic at a dingy seafood restaurant with a hostile audience.

And, oh my god, do I know what it is to have a piece of you that will not come off, and prevents you from fitting fully into either binary gender. It can feel like a broken piece, like a scar, like a botched surgery you didn’t need that was inflicted on you… But it doesn’t have to be literally that. Hedwig, both the play and the person, doesn’t seem to have much use for physical reality. She’s here to unload her emotional reality, and she doesn’t care about any other real things she might damage along the way.

KJB were rather amazed that Hedwig chose to redefine herself by a (medically impossible) surgical accident. How brave of her to own her trauma like that. But I wonder, is it trauma? Or is it the only path a nonbinary egg in 1998 could see to gain an outside that expressed his inside? This isn’t what any of you wanted me to have, this isn’t even what I want to have, but it’s still me. It’s what I have to work with. (All signs point to “Tommy,” as a character, being at least a closeted gay guy who would’ve been fine if the “front of” Hedwig had been a penis, but it isn’t. It’s not quite anything at all, and he flees because that’s just too much for him to handle. Hedwig already is one of those androgynes she envies; she doesn’t need an Adam, she doesn’t need him. But she loves him/her cis-passing self, and she’s not yet ready to let him go.)

I don’t know what it is to actually try living as the other binary gender, I wasn’t active enough in queer circles to really feel that pressure to conform to the binary before I hatched. But I see it now, and I feel the same instinctive revulsion that Hedwig feels about being a divorced housewife in a trailer in Arizona. That’s not me either! Did I spend all this time and energy escaping one box, only to be trapped in another? Must I content myself with this simply because I don’t want to go back to the way I was? Is this only way I can get a green card that lets me access a queer space? To put on an ugly wig and pretend I’m more palatable?

To me, the revelation about wigs is not “I could be happy as ANY woman!” but, “This is a performance… This is all a fucking performance! This isn’t me, this is a hat someone put on my head. It comes off! I can have another hat! I can have all the hats!” And, selfishly, she denies Yitzhak that same joy, because he wears it better and seems happier. Hedwig clings to her suffering so tightly, it’s such a fundamental part of her identity, that she can’t bear to be around trans joy. No. There is no room for trans joy here, only trans spite. This story is about me. I don’t like transwomen, I don’t like transmen, and I sure as hell don’t like myself (yet)! In the end, after a lot more suffering, she’s willing to let that go.

In the end, Abi says she knows a lot of transwomen who seem to model themselves on Hedwig, and she wants them to know that isn’t how they have to be. They don’t have to choose between being just like a cis woman, or being a monstrous, chaotic, damaged other. You can be… Better than cis! Yes, says the cast of KJB, laughing, we are better than you! We are THE FUTURE! Three friends, having a ball on a podcast, trans joy at its finest — but you don’t find humour in feigning cruelty if you haven’t had some of that cruelty directed at you. This joy formed around a grain of spite. Not only does one often feel they have to be better than cis people, but when you’re still unhatched and stuck on the outside looking in, trans folks really do seem better than you. At least they know what their deal is.

I get it. I do. Because Hedwig fits me too. We all have our reasons to put on that perfectly ridiculous blonde wig and take the form of Hedwig, the Destroyer. Hedwig, the Chaotic. Hedwig, the Liar. Hedwig, the Truth. Hedwig, the Unrepentant Disaster. Hedwig, give me strength! But, it comes off. Look. It is literally a head-wig, a costume for your brain. I know sometimes you find a new wig and you really, really like it, and you become very attached and you want it to be just yours forever and ever, maybe even to the point of calling it your real hair, but… Someone else could still wear that same wig and feel just as happy as you, or maybe even happier. Maybe you’ll find a wig you like even better too. Transitioning isn’t just one and done, and Hedwigs don’t have to be forever. We do know this, don’t we?

Gender is a performance. Gender is a Hedwig. A lot of other things that you consider immutable parts of your identity are Hedwigs too. They are as real as any other social construct, but if you don’t like them or need them, you can just take them off. Sometimes it’s hard and it hurts, but I promise you can. Like Hedwig the character, or whoever that is, does. Inevitably, she must pick some new clothes, maybe new pronouns and a new name, too, but she’s not obligated to do that on camera for us. We can’t force her to say “Aha, see? This identity suited me all along!” No. We’re not entitled to know her or define her. She will be doing that for herself, later, as a whole person. What is so scary about the ending, what makes it look like a detransition instead of a synthesis, is that we insist on gendering her naked body as a male head-wig. Wouldn’t she wear something else if that wasn’t who she was? Well, maybe not. Or maybe so, but it’s her decision, not ours. Self-expression is not the Self, it just helps to define and validate the Self. Hedwigs are extremely fucking important for defining and validating the Self!

So, you know, you have to be willing to share.

#hedwig and the angry inch #kill james bond #nonbinary #transgender #deep dives #long post #abigail thorn #alice caldwell-kelly #devon #messy genders #messy is good - messy leaves rooms for lots of interpretation #yours and mine and theirs #you are valid #just - ya know- ow - the orchestra pit is painful #🐸🧠 #🐸✏ #🐸🎨

[theflavorofmyautismisspicy]

Here’s some songs I’ve assigned to some of the dwk animated series characters

Leon

Afraid-The Neighborhood

Abandonment issues, especially the fear of being replaced and the fear of your friends secretly hating you…this song was made for him

Ravistettava ennen käyttöä-Apulanta

It’s a Finnish rock song about a guy who thinks there’s something wrong with him and tries to cope with it with reckless and pessimistic behavior so yeah fits him in general

Vanessa

Word Up!-Korn

This just fits her personality since it’s about being unapologetically yourself and not caring about others judging you

(The original version is made by Cameo but I think Korn’s cover of it fits her more)

I Hate My Mom-GRLwood

Pretty self explanatory, mommy issues and and having to face misogyny

Jojo

Duvet-bôa

To quote the anonymous person who send me their assigned Jojo song,

“mental illness. not much else to say”

All though I will add this song would probably specifically fit his life around the time when his mom got send to the hospital since the feeling of being so lost

Thank You Mom-Good Charlotte

Pretty self explanatory, his relationship with his mom even if times weren’t always easy

Deniz

Bitter Choco Decoration-Syudou

Perhaps a bit extreme but it fits his character before the series and even during it, especially at the beginning. Like his masking, identity crisis and trying to be like what other people, especially his dad, always wanted him to be

I’m A Marionette-Ghost

Same theme, however especially his relationship with his dad before the series and at the beginning of it and like the loneliness it’s implied he experienced at that time

Damn I just assigned extreme angst to Deniz. Uuhh good luck next time? I’ll assign something happier then

Markus

Hell Above-Pierce the Veil

Fits his struggles at home through the series and how soccer and his team are his escape from it

The Hand That Feeds-Nine Inch Nails

This just kinda fits the whole “the politicians suck a lot and his dad is working directly with them” struggle he has to navigate through

Raban

How Soon Is Now?-t.A.T.u

This just fits his loser boy (I mean that in the most positive way) personality since it’s about insecurity, feeling isolated and the need to be accepted and loved

Life Itself-Glass Animals

Again fits his personality, like his tendency to keep on trying and stay positive even if others don’t appreciate that

Marlon

I Want My Tears Back-Nightwish

Ah yes angst, Marlon probably had to take responsibility pretty early on his life due to his family situation and now he can mourn the things he lost when having to grow up too fast

Carpe Diem-Joker Out

Fits his personality, he is genuinely a kind person who sees good in others so song about rejecting hate and just having fun with those close to you should fit

(Also it’s in Slovenian but I also included a few Finnish songs and a Japanese one so yeah, language barriers be damned)

Willi

Sunday Morning-The Velvet Underground

Some depression from the 60s, feeling all the years that you’ve wasted hit you during a Saturday-Sunday night, it was pretty much made for him

Tahroja paperilla-Eppu Normaali

A Finnish rock song about a guy reminiscing about their past but also acknowledging that moving forward doesn’t make those experiences any less meaningful. I’d say coaching the team has given him happiness and also some closure with his past so yeah it fits that

Mr Theumer

As Your Father I Expressly Forbid It-Lemon Demon

Honestly the title is pretty self explanatory but not understanding how to bond with your child, criticizing their interests and acting antagonistically towards them is pretty on brand for him

Natasha

Valley of the Dolls-Marina

This fits her just in general, parental issues and only really showing a fake identity to other people

The team as a whole

(Just kinda throwing these here since I’ve already mentioned them in some post)

Kids In The Dark-All Time Low

Mama-My Chemical Romance

Kryptonite-3 Doors Down

Teenagers-My Chemical Romance

Immortals-Fall Out Boy

Party At The End Of The World-My Chemical Romance

Willi’s old team

The Kids from Yesterday-My Chemical Romance

That’s it for now👍👍

#big thanks to everyone who has send me their assigned dwk character songs #appreciated those a lot #ignore the fact that I repeated the same wording so many times #ignore also how overly long this is #die wilden kerle animated series #dwk animated series #dwk deniz #dwk jojo #dwk vanessa #dwk markus #dwk leon #dwk raban #dwk marlon #dwk natasha #dwk willi

[carrotcakecrumble]

hi!! 🥰 3, 6, 8, 9, 10, 14, 16 and 20 for the FT asks? :D

3. What is your favourite episode and why?

One day I will list all of them and why because ALL OF THEM. But with a loaded pistol held to my head I’d have to say ‘your nuts roasting on an open fire’ (4?) 1. Because sorry but who came up with that title is it in the book???? i love it. 2. BECAUSE.. BECAUSE,., BACEUSE…BECAUSE E,, BECAUSE UHM. BECAUSE .. Them. Them spending their Christmas together. The TIE!!!!! Tim’s little shoulder giggle in bed. Hawk picking that bespectacled twink UP. ROCKETTES IN RADIO CITY MUSIC HALL BABY!!!!!. The cufflinks paralleled with the bracelet. That scene where they move the plot along during foreplay??? You know the ‘why can I never say no to you?’ Bit like UGH. Also!!! Tim’s family!!! Him so happy to be wearing the cufflinks at Christmas dinner always finishes me🧎🏻‍♀️ and then so much more but my memory exists only in 5 second segments and weird smells so i can’t think off the top of my head but. Basically just everything🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

6. What is your favourite parallel/reference in the show?

I don’t know about it being my favourite, I’d have to put a lot more thought in to admit something like that, but one that’s been on my mind recently that I haven’t seen talked about very much is the scene where Hawk tells Tim about his plan to move to Italy and asks Tim to keep it between them, and Tim throws out the most Chekhov’s gun of reply and goes ‘I’ll take it to my grave’ and he DOES. when Lucy comes to talk to him in the 80s, he knows their planning on moving to Italy. He knows Hawk’s plan for Italy. I think maybe at that point, he’s kind of certain that Lucy does too, they don’t need to say it outloud. idk. I just kind of. he kept his promise girls i

8. How did you discover Fellow Travelers? / 9. What is your favourite headcanon(s)? / 10. If the show had one more episode, what would it be about? (Answered in my first ask reply!!)

14. Do you have any unpopular opinions about Fellow Travelers?

I’ve seen a LOT of hate for Lucy’s big final speech in the 80s saying goodbye to Hawk, especially the ‘I thought, once he was dead, things might all be over and we could live like a normal couple’ (paraphrasing) and like I get it, she’s wishing for our special little lesbian lumberjacks death and like bitch omg. But also not at all bitch, that piece of writing was so BEAUTIFULLY truthful. We spend 8 episodes of everyone just lying and lying and lying. To themselves and everyone else around them. Then BOOM episode 8 comes and everything’s just finally laid arse cheeks out in the sun after DECADES and it’s so REFRESHING. Like yeah, ofc she wished Tim was just gone. I get it. She’s held onto this hope she never actually really believed in because the lying had clawed in so DEEP, that thinking there might be a way out of the mess they’ve curated for themselves in life without having to up-end everything good in it as well, was all she had. Telling herself Tim’s death would be the end of it, even though she knows about the other affairs (the gardener i think it is?? etc), was the last bit of hope she had, just how Hawk seems to have stuck his claws into the Italy dream and not let go of it the entire time, despite knowing he’s dug far too deep in for it to ever become a reality now. But then she meets Tim and realises this isn’t just the soldier who wrote the love letter or the criminal Hawk kept in his cabin, this is the man Hawk loves, and that’s never going to just be gone. This ruins everything. She can’t hold onto the lies or the hope anymore. And she tells Hawk all of this and it’s so raw and beautiful and brave and we BOO her???? no not on my watch girls. No more Lucy hate!!!!! I’m leading the march

16. If you could give the show an alternative ending, what would happen in your version?

It was all a bad dream Tim had from drinking some slightly gone off milk and uhm they actually get uhm married and live happily ever after in San Francisco attending aerobic classes <333

Ok no but, I really like the ending. I was STRESSED about how they were gonna pull it off satisfyingly with so many ends to tie up and not a lot of time left to do it but WAOW did they give us something beautiful !!!! I think maybe something I would have liked to see (not actually changed, but just purely selfishly bc i love them) is Tim and Hawk dancing at the gala 🥹 like i get why they didn’t, that would have been too much of a leap for Hawk’s character at that point in time but AGH how i would have fallen at Ron’s feet and kissed the ground that little man walks on if we had got to see that

20. If Fellow Travelers had a spin-off or continuation, what would you like it to be about?

i want a PREQUEL and i want to see Kenny and I want to see Bob and I want to see Lucy’s trip to Europe and I want to see more of that initial relationship between Hawk and Lucy’s brother (pardon me but what the shit is his name again? Kevin or something??) because listen there is something there, they only briefly go into it but i can literally see all scenes in my head, there’s so much potential!!! I need to go read some fics now

#hi!!! thank you <3 #fellow travelers #ft ask game

[bleachellie]

paramore’s “b-sides”

so, there’s this fan-made compilation of paramore’s rare songs, that originally came out in around 2008. it collects practically all of their hard to find non-album songs, and to this day is still one of the first things you’re gonna come across when you start looking into these songs, which i think is pretty impressive staying power for a fan-made compilation from nearly 15 years ago!! 😧

but the title “b-sides” is incredibly misleading, because it contains everything from actual b-sides, to hayley’s solo demos, to soundtrack and compilation album appearances and more?? and as i’ve looked into it, there’s very few sources that actually discuss the song’s origins, and some of the sources that do are from around the time it was first made, and are massively outdated and incorrect now.. so it could be pretty confusing for people trying to look up info about these songs 😵‍💫

so i thought i’d make my own post about it, partially cos i just like doing this sort of thing, but also for anyone who might be interested in learning some more about some of paramore’s more obscure songs!! ☺️

because this post ended up waaay longer than i thought it was gonna be, i’ve put it under a read more, and although this might be far more information than most people will ever need, i had fun doing this and even learnt some things i didn’t know before!! 😅

so to start.. as far as i can tell, this is the original tracklist for “b-sides,” when it was first released in 2008:

decoy

another day

oh star

stop this song (lovesick melody)

just like me

temporary

my hero

stuck on you

hello hello

when it rains (demo version)

emergency (crab mix)

rewind

this circle

adore

my number one

here we go again (live)

sunday bloody sunday

this is the version that my friend sent me song by song over msn in 2009 and was how i listened to these songs for years 😅 but the tracklist has been revised a lot over time, removing some songs and adding a tonne more, like for example, the version of the album on youtube (which has over 500k views, and is probably where most people will discover the album) also has:

decode (acoustic)

i caught myself

throwing punches

love’s not a competition (but i’m winning it)

swim in silence

stay away

native tongue

escape route

and according to the paramore wiki, the most recent version of the album (altho i have no idea where this is actually available for download??) removed some of those and added:

hallelujah (demo)

breathe (until tomorrow)

teenagers

oh star (demo)

in the mourning (demo)

which i’m pretty sure makes that the full list of songs that have been included in the compilation at one point or another 😧 and as you can see, there’s a tonne of different songs from all throughout their career.. but they’re all just lumped together with no differentiation, and in a kind of random order 😅

so, getting round to the song’s origins.. i’m gonna attempt to list them in chronological order, but might be hard for some of them, so it’s not gonna be absolutely perfect 😅

hayley williams’ 2003/2004 demos (adore, another day, breathe (until tomorrow), hello hello, just like me, my number one, stay away, swim in silence, throwing punches): these songs are not technically paramore songs, and were never intended to be. according to hayley herself, they were recorded between the original 2002 incarnation of paramore, and when they officially got together in 2004, and were used to get hayley signed to her first production deal

they’re often called the ��2004 demos,” although seeing as hayley got signed in 2003, i don’t know how accurate that actually is and they could be from earlier?? i’m also not sure where the downloads for them originally appeared from or how they got leaked, and there’s downloads for these demos separate from the b-sides compilation that also include “temporary” ..but i’m fairly certain that wasn’t actually a 2004 demo as i’ll talk about later. these songs have never been officially released, which is a real shame because even as low quality demos, they’re really fucking good 🙁

i’m not sure why 4 of these (“breathe (until tomorrow),” “swim in silence,” “stay away” and “throwing punches”) weren’t included on the original version of the b-sides compilation, as they were available on the 2004 demos download from the same time, so people definitely had access to them, so i might have to try and do some more looking into that 🤔

hallelujah (demo): a version of hallelujah that was apparently recorded during the all we know is falling sessions in 2005, but has never been officially released

“sound of superman” soundtrack (my hero): for the soundtrack of the 2006 film “superman returns,” paramore recorded a cover of foo fighter’s song “my hero.” it’s a pretty good album and also has a great cover of r.e.m. by the academy is... too!! an “electronic mix” of this cover also appeared as a b-side on one of the misery business vinyl singles, but oddly enough it doesn’t look like that version was ever included on the b-sides compilation

the summer tic ep (emergency (crab mix), oh star, stuck on you, this circle): paramore released this ep for the 2006 warped tour, containing an alternate version of “emergency” and 3 other songs. “oh star” (or “o’ star”) was apparently one of the first paramore songs ever wrote, all the way back in 2003, and also appeared as a b-side on the “emergency” single in 2005. it also has a demo version, which i imagine was recorded some time in 2004/2005, and was never released officially.

“this circle” also appeared as a b-side on one of the other misery business vinyls, and both it and “o’ star” were included on the 10th anniversary edition of “all we know is falling”

“misery business” b-sides (stop this song (lovesick melody), sunday bloody sunday): as well as the previously mentioned songs, these 2 were also released as b-sides on different editions of the misery business singles. “stop this song” also appeared as a bonus track on a deluxe version of riot! which i’ll cover shortly

“hallelujah” b-sides (decoy, when it rains (demo version)): despite often being called a “demo” song and lumped in with the other demos, decoy is actually a proper studio track, that appeared on the hallelujah single, as well as a deluxe version of riot! along with the “when it rains” demo

riot! deluxe edition bonus tracks (rewind (demo), temporary (demo), here we go again (live)): there’s a tonne of different deluxe versions of riot! all with different bonus tracks, which apart from the ones i’d already mentioned also includes these ones. “temporary” appearing here is what makes me doubt it was a 2004 demo, because as hayley said, those songs weren’t paramore songs and weren’t intended to be, so i think it as well as “rewind” were just songs that never made the cut for either all we know is falling or riot! 🤔

the live version of “here we go again” is apparently from a 2006 performance in anaheim, and also later got included on a deluxe version of all we know is falling

radio 1’s live lounge - volume 3 (love’s not a competition (but i’m winning it): a kaiser chiefs’ cover paramore recorded for bbc’s live lounge in 2008. although this song is on the version of “the b-sides” on youtube, it’s been removed from the most recent version of the compilation, although i’m not sure why

“twilight” soundtrack (decode (acoustic), i caught myself): probably the 2 most well known songs from this list, “decode” and “i caught myself” were on the soundtrack for “twilight” in 2008. the acoustic version of “decode” is the b-side from the decode single released a couple of weeks before the soundtrack itself

it’s the fact that these 2 well known and popular songs were included on the b-sides album alongside the rare and obscure songs that made me want to write this list differentiating the songs in the first place, especially after i found a blog post from 2010 that called “i caught myself” a 2004 demo, like.. no.. it wasn’t.. 😑

“jennifer’s body” soundtrack (teenagers): a hayley williams’ solo song she did for the “jennifer’s body” soundtrack in 2009, i don’t know why this was included on the album because it’s definitely not a paramore song, but it’s a cool rarity at least??

in the mourning (demo): a video of a short performance of “in the mourning” was posted on paramore’s site and youtube in early 2011, about 11 months before the actual song came out. it’s more of an acoustic sneak peek than an actual demo, but i suppose it’s notable enough to include

self-titled bonus tracks (escape route, native tongue): originally released as bonus tracks on some limited editions versions, as well as the japanese version, of the self-titled album in 2013, they later got a wider release on the 2014 deluxe version of the album, which is why they’ve been removed from the most recent version of “the b-sides”

and there you have it!! there are actually even more paramore b-sides and bonus tracks than this, mostly either live or acoustic versions from various singles and deluxe editions, but i figured this post had got long enough already (and they’ve never appeared on any versions of the “b-sides” compilation) so i didn’t include them 😅

but thank you to anyone who reads this, especially considering how long it got, and i hope there was something interesting in here for you!! 🥰

#paramore

[mintywolf]

A Long Road Home - Author Notes

For Page 3

(Please do not expect freckle continuity from me.)

It’s fine she’s just spending some time with the president of Night Vale Community College.

The scene of Laudna and Imogen’s (apparent) first meeting went through several variations before arriving at what we’ll be seeing over the next few pages. The very first version, as I previously mentioned, appeared pretty much fully-formed in a dream. (As in, I was reading the completed comic pages in the dream and woke up like Oh that’s cute, I should draw that.) It was a very simple, silly scene wherein Imogen goes into the barn to milk the goats and becomes aware that there is something Spooky lurking above her on the ceiling. (Or in the rafters, as I realized that she wouldn’t have access to Spider Climb yet.) They startle each other, and Imogen throws the milking pail, knocking it down. Realizing it’s actually a (now rather embarrassed) person, she apologizes and, bound by the code of Southern hospitality, invites her in for dinner.

Then when I started expanding the concept of a Southern Gothic Meet Cute Comic into something bigger, I felt there would need to be a scene at the market at some point to establish Imogen’s reaction to crowds and for convenience decided to move their first encounter there. (Later I realized that approximately 75% of fanfic authors have apparently had the same train of thought, haha, because a lot of prequel fics seem to have them meeting there.) In this version Imogen overhears a mysterious stranger being refused service by a fruit vendor and, able to discern from her internal monologue that she’s hungry and just wants a damn apple, decides to intervene on her behalf despite her own discomfort. (And then, again, invites her home for dinner.)

But I also had an image I liked of Imogen entering the woods to find them decorated with eerily beautiful things someone has crafted out of reused odds and ends -- animal bones, broken bottles, twigs, beads, fabric scraps -- and hung from the trees with red string. (I’ve also been waiting for a setting with an appropriate climate so I could draw those birch/aspen trees with the creepy eyeball bark and now I finally have one!) As seen now in the chapter title page.

Combining the two, this was my working draft until very recently:

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Page 3

Panel 1: (wide) Imogen enters the market square uncomfortably, avoiding the eyes of the other villagers, who regard her with suspicion or even outright hostility. The population is largely human with a few half-elves and halflings sprinkled in and it’s clear that Imogen’s appearance makes her an oddity. Their thoughts crowd her, painfully, and she can hear what they think of her - and each other - without them having to say anything.

Townsfolk Voices: There’s that Temult girl what’s she doin’ here? -- Get out of my head, you freak! -- Cryin’ shame, what a waste of a pretty face -- Is she lookin’ at me don’t look at me I got nothin’ to hide don’t look at me -- how long ‘til closing time I want to go home maybe stop at the pub just one pint this time I swear just one Penny and the kids don’t need to know -- Just honest folk here trying to get by -- damn Susannah Mason is lookin’ fine in that tight dress if I weren’t married if I weren’t married I’d -- what a tragedy for poor Relvin first the wife and now the girl too -- where the hell is the damn squash --

Panel 2: The babel of voices continues as she progresses through the market stalls. Starting to get overwhelmed and wincing from the pain of an oncoming headache, she seeks refuge in a narrow alleyway. 

Townsfolk Voices: So that’s one silver, five copper, wait, no -- heard there was a witch in the woods we already got one witch in town we don’t need another what is Gelvaan coming to -- goodness me gave me a fright -- in MY day these only cost -- who is that never seen her around before hope she’s just passing by don’t like the look of her -- pears, radishes, goat cheese, ham bone -- one silver, seven copper and -- Pelor’s shining britches, what is that -- is that a dead bird on her belt ugh no it’s some kind of rat?? --

A Different Voice: oh how beautiful!

Panel 3: Then a different voice catches her attention. To her surprise, this one isn’t painful.

Different Voice: Should I get an apple? I should get an apple just one still need to buy bread but they’re in season now I do love this time of year everything smells so nice I really shouldn’t have come this was a mistake I’m not wanted here but just one

Imogen: Who . . . whose mind is makin’ that . . . sound?

Panel 4: She peeks out of the alley. A small commotion has gathered around a fruit merchant who is refusing to sell to a strange woman in ragged dark clothing who looks very out of place in the warm-toned surroundings. Despite the summer heat she is wearing a hood that mostly hides her face, but we get a glimpse of long, unkempt dark hair streaked with white, dark lips and curiously colorless skin. Her thinness makes her look taller than she is. Other villagers are glaring at her with distrust and ushering their frightened children away.

Fruit Vendor: They’re not for sale, devil.

Stranger: What? That’s preposterous. It says they’re for sale right there. Look, I can pay--

Fruit Vendor: You watch those hands of yours! They’re not for sale to outsiders, is what I mean. Locals only.

Stranger: Well that’s hardly a sustainable business model.

Fruit Vendor: Go on, get. Afore I call the guard.

Panel 5: Closer on the stranger, who is still looking forlornly at the fruit, starting to twist her long, bony fingers anxiously in her hair. Her thoughts are softer in Imogen’s mind than the others. 

Her Thoughts: the apples were sliced so thin and made into little roses it was so lovely this was a mistake I shouldn’t have come here every town is the same I could do that I don’t have any butter or sugar or flour to make a tart but I could cut an apple like that maybe bake it on the hearthstone it would be pretty I don’t know why I thought it would be different here it’s probably not even the right town everyone is staring I’m not wanted I’m not wanted I should leave I can go another day I’ve done it before but oh I’m hungry I’m hungry I’m hungry

Page 4

Panel 1: The stranger withdraws as a stern, stocky woman of early middle age, conservatively dressed, with dark blonde hair drawn back in a bun, steps forward from the crowd and glares underneath her hood suspiciously with narrow green eyes and an authoritative air. An unpleasant-looking child of about nine folds his arms smugly behind her.

Woman (Cornelia Ashburn): There a problem here, stranger?

Stranger: No. I’m sorry. I’m just leaving.

Panel 2: Watching this interaction, Imogen makes a decision.

Panel 3: The crowd (including the stranger) draws back further as she impulsively approaches the fruit vendor. Putting on her best charming manner, she addresses him, holding out six copper for the listed price of 1cp/each.

Imogen: Well, hi, Mr. Merryday, Miz Ashburn! Fine day, isn’t it? 

Fruit Vendor (warily): Sure . . . How can I help you, Miss Temult?

Imogen: I’d like to buy half-a-dozen apples, please. Good thing I’m local, right?

Fruit Vendor: Fine. That’ll be 3 silver.

His Thoughts: go away go away go away

Imogen: Ugh.

Panel 4: Apples acquired, she looks around, but the stranger has disappeared.

Imogen: (Now, where’d she go?)

Panel 5: Cautiously she enters the woods, following the sound of the stranger’s mind without knowing why she’s doing it.

Imogen: (She can’t be too far off . . .)

Panel 6: She shrinks nervously in on herself a little, but she continues.

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I was never totally happy with it though because I felt the setup didn’t sufficiently emphasize how miserable Imogen was in Gelvaan before Laudna came into her life. A lot of the script was planned several months ago and most of the first chapter was already written even before Laudna’s death and the resulting Whitestone arc. So while I figured things were pretty bad for Imogen, I didn’t quite imagine how bad. Like, bad enough to fill her pockets with stones and walk into a river.

Which is what she’s doing here. It will be more obvious that that’s what she’s doing on the next page (where I want to talk about something else in the author notes so I’m talking about this now) but I hope her intent is pretty clear? Famously, this is how Virginia Woolf died, but as a lesbian English major I fear I may be overestimating the obviousness of her intentions. (It is referred to in “What the Water Gave Me” by Florence + the Machine and, I’ve just remembered, also Hadestown so hopefully there’s enough cultural familiarity in the reader base to understand what’s going on here.)

The scene clicked into place though while I was listening to “Drumming Song,” a different Florence + the Machine song which, appropriately enough, is about someone trying to escape the clamor in her head:

“I run to the river and dive straight in I pray that the water will drown out the din But as the water fills my mouth It couldn't wash the echoes out But as the water fills my mouth It couldn't wash the echoes out

I swallow the sound and it swallows me whole 'Til there's nothing left inside my soul As empty as that beating drum But the sound has just begun”

This decision was made after I had already sketched out and started working on Page 3 so I actually had to go back and add pockets to her outfit in the previous page. For the purpose of filling them with rocks.

I do regret that (most of) Laudna’s internal apple monologue was lost as a result of this (and the implication that Imogen saved herself by helping Laudna, rather than the other way around) but I think it was an important change. It also undercuts quite how lonely and miserable things were for Laudna before she came to Gelvaan and found Imogen, but there is no scarcity of scenes of pre-Imogen Laudna being sad and lonely and hungry in future pages so I think it’s fine.

#a long road home #author notes #cw discussion of suicide

[noybusiness]

Dark Matter Fanfic Prompts

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These are the prompts I have for Dark Matter fanfics. The first one comes from a friend and the others are my own imaginings. If you use one of the prompts listed here, please come back and put a link to your fic in a note or reblog so that we can check it out. Please note that more than one person can do their own version of any of these prompts and in fact I encourage it; the more the merrier. If you think of a way to combine any of them, that's okay, too.

And of course, if you have prompts of your own you can post them in a note or reblog.

* The one that I'd most like to see realized comes from a user on Tumblr called RavenMcbainMonkeymouse who asked me to shop it around because she doesn't feel she can write conversations well (the working title she gave it was "Mind Games"). Instead of killing Jace Corso, the crew capture him and use One's neural imprint on him (either from when they took Transfer Transit in "Episode 8" or a later upload they discover in the ship's computer). Either replacing his own memories or giving him both sets. And what happens after that (identity issues!). I'd really like to see this realized.

* During their conversation in the hotel in "Welcome to Your New Home", One and/or Six either get a vision of what is going to happen or are snapped back in time to that moment. If One gets a vision that includes all of Seasons 2 and 3, then he should be impressed by Three's character development.

* Inspired by the fact that the crew weren't told which of them was the traitor in the Season 1 finale until shortly before that last scene was filmed, a series of AU vignettes where One (and/or Corso posing as One), Two, Three, Four, Five and the Android each turned out to be the traitor instead of Six. Could be from the perspective of the betrayed or the traitor.

* One of the crew wishes for One and Three to be polite to each other, which is magically granted with hilarious results such as being stuck because each insists on holding the door open for the other to go first.

* An AU where Marcus Boone's life is different because his parents were never killed.

* AU for the pilot where the Raza crew don't recover their last plotted destination (the mining colony) right away or find their Wanted Files in the ship's log, and thus are untethered in the galaxy with even less idea who they are than in canon.

* An accident or head trauma causes One to regress to Derrick Moss before his wife died and he infiltrated the Raza, so he has to learn about her death all over again and is understandably freaked out to be surrounded by infamous criminals and told he's part of their crew.

* When Two laid claim to Alternate Portia's jacket at the end of "Stuff to Steal, People to Kill", there was a spy fly on it that now secretly flies around the ship and relays audio and video of our crew's doings to the alternate crew (that's why Portia didn't put up much of a fuss about the jacket). Could be played for laughs.

* Something that incorporates the sentence "One and Five shrieked. Two and Four reached for their weapons. Three and Six did both."

* The Android throws the crew a surprise birthday party on the anniversary of their awakening. Half of them shouldn't even know their birthday birthdays anyway. Since it was her awakening, too, perhaps she'd even wipe her own memory of doing the planning after it was all set up, so that she could be surprised as well. Preferably in an AU where One wasn't killed off or he's head of CoreLactic again. This came to me because Alternate Wexler said in Season 3 that it had been a month since his counterpart died in Season 1, and Mallozzi confirmed that this is accurate and relatively little time passes between episodes, so it occurred to me that their birthday hadn't passed yet. (A user I gave this prompt to a while ago has used it in a fic on AO3, but as I said, the more the merrier.)

* What each of the crew's original selves was dreaming about at the moment that the amnesia hit them in stasis. This occurred to me because of a scene cut from "We Were Family" where the Android asked Four about when he first started dreaming, because people without memories to process can't dream. That and the pilot episode script saying we start by focusing in on One in his pod oblivious to his surroundings, and Five explaining in Season 3 that when someone is in stasis their digital consciousness is uploaded to keep their mind active, which is how she saved Sarah.

* The crew realize that Five (per another cut scene from "We Were Family") has a crush on Devon, and the guys mess with him by doing the inevitable big brother "if you ever hurt her" speech thing. Two eyerolls at them and acts like she's exasperated with their behavior.. but then turns around and makes the scariest threat yet.

* Two puts off an annoyingly helpful salesperson in a shop on a space station by pointing to One and Three across the shop and saying her friends are a married couple ("You can tell they're married by the way they argue.") shopping for their little girl and they could really use the salesperson's assistance much more than she could. One and Three are unable to get a word in edgewise return to the Raza laden with bags of little girl's clothing ("Don't. Ask.")

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[theblackdragon-studios]

When Into the Spider-Verse came out, I made a spider-sona like a lot of people. Except…she wasn’t that good. The outfit was. The story wasn’t. I won’t go into it…but it was just lazy and…yeah. Not great.

I’d been wanting to rewrite and redesign her since Across the Spider-Verse, but I didn’t know what to do or how to make it unique. Or at least something believable.

Until now.

Introducing my redesigned Spider-Sona…who was not bit by a radioactive animal of some kind, genetically altered by science, or anything like that. Actually…she’s the symbiote (usually known as Venom) host of her world, except her actions and his past change things from usual probably.

I wasn’t going to do that at first, because I thought that seemed silly…but then decided why not? I like monsters, I like monstrous-looking heroes, and I like Venom (both together and as just the symbiote) (all versions of him, not just the one from his title movie).

I’m not an expert on Marvel comics or on Venom, though, so don’t expect absolute accuracy and smooth insertion…but I thought it would be fun.

She isn’t recruited by the Spider-Verse HQ either, either because she is also an anomaly, she was mistaken for being the Venom of her world, or they didn’t trust her to be a good hero since a parasitic monster is how she has her powers…and if she can’t control him, they can’t trust her to not cause damage. (Actually though she would say “fuck canon” and try to stop a horrible canon event like Miles did. And the symbiote would make sure she succeeds… So Miguel would probably fire her immediately. lol)

So that’s the idea…I don’t think I’ll do much with this since like I said, I don’t know a lot about the source. But if I come up with any short skits or want to draw this version of my s/i more I will.

Edit: I decided the symbiote with her is actually one I made up. They’re all more or less the same until they develop via bonding to people, so this one is an ‘OC’ in that it isn’t a canon one.

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Bonus details on the design and some sketches under the cut.

Design Features

-The suit is the symbiote. She wears some kind of clothes under it (at least a pair of shorts and a tank top), but when changing to her Spider alter-ego he (the symbiote, or Venom if he goes by that name here) just forms as the suit around her. Settling on a design took a while…and deciding on a name took even longer. (She refused to go by the name ‘Venom’. It felt wrong and gave a bad impression of who she is.)

-When she loses control of her emotions, and later when facing a really tough opponent, the symbiote responds and becomes the more monstrous form we know him for. Meg was scared of this form for a while, since it was so much stronger and more dangerous.

-The belt was added by Meg. She used to keep a phone-holder clip there and have a pouch on the other side for headphones, which she wears to listen to music when fighting the average robber or weaker threat. It keeps her focused and calm, and keeps the symbiote from taking over completely. Later these are replaced by an enchanted pouch by a sorcerer that eventually becomes an ally. This pouch is basically a bag of holding but looks like a simple Velcro-strap pouch.

-She fought for the hood and eight-eyes look the mask has. The hood because it makes her feel less exposed and it looks cool, the eyes because spiders usually have 8 eyes. This is the only accurate thing to spiders on the design aside from the chest emblem in her usual hero form…the symbol being a tarantula. Her favorite type of spider.

The design of the mask helps to throw off her enemies. Especially when the symbiote makes the ‘eyes’ all narrow with her real eyes for effect. This has led fans and foes alike to come up with wild theories about her being a spider-human mutant thing with increasingly disturbing features under the mask. (A cryptid if you will)

-She also came up with the flying squirrel-like design element they use later. The symbiote changing the suit design to have wing arms like a flying squirrel for gliding if she can’t use webs.

-Her feet look like she has shoes on, because under the suit she does. If she is ever not wearing shoes when ‘suiting up’ her feet look more like most spider-peoples’, which is to say like slippers or barefoot under the fabric. This makes people even more confused on what the heck she even is…and there are entire blogs and magazine columns theorizing about it.

Bonus sketches

The redesign traced from the old ones I did. I drew all of these when I made the first, but I got lazy so just traced my own work here.

The more powerful and monstrous form they take when facing a much tougher opponent or when emotions run high. Meg used to hate this form…but as trust with the symbiote grew and she saw that when working together they could control the strength of it, she became more accepting.

She still does not want to run around like this, though. She wants to keep up that motto of “friendly neighborhood spider-hero” everyone else (except Miguel I’d guess) has. Only the bad guys need to see the monster.

Whether this view changes or not…who knows. But when this form was revealed people were more confused than ever on WHAT. THE. HELL. SHE. EVEN. IS???

She comes to really enjoy all the crazy cryptid theories they come up with. X’D

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[returntothefalls]

Behind-the-Scenes of Return to the Falls

I did a post like this once before covering the first two chapters, so it seems about time to do another one covering the next four chapters!  I like to think I’ve got a few interesting tidbits here at least:

IQ-tie

The working title for this chapter was “Mabel and the Smarty Pines”, which never quite sat right with me, but I had a hard time thinking of something better.  What would become the titular pun was originally on Mabel’s sweater, which said “IQ and QT”.  But then when I was trying to think of a better title, @immaplatypus told me the similar pun – that Mabel was an IQ-tie – and it immediately stood out to both of us that it would be a much better title.

Is Trivi-o’s a lame name for a cereal?  I debated about it and decided yes, it is, and that is good.  A lame name for a lame cereal.

I did a lot of second-guessing myself about the logistics of the Sfinx and her very existence, but I’m glad in the end I didn’t let myself overthink it too much.  I’m really happy with how she turned out.

Much like the previous chapter, I wasn’t totally sure of how the heroes were going to turn the tables at the climax, and then when I separately thought up Carla’s “It’s for … arson” line in reference to her lighter, then I decided that’d be a good ole Chekov’s gun to bail them out.  But there was an early draft in which Carla piloted McGucket’s sphinx robot like an anime mech to beat the crap out of the Sfinx herself, so that’s fun to think about.

Challenge of the Hunt

The theme of the chapter always centered around the idea that there are more ways to win a challenge than simply playing along, but the finer details of the plot went through some major changes.  In one particularly bleak version, the Hunt was the ghost of a child who was abandoned in the woods and was misguidedly trying to protect Dipper and Mabel from their Grunkles, but that never felt quite right to me.

Skull Kid from The Legend of Zelda: Majora’s Mask was a major visual and behavioral inspiration for the Hunt, though they ended up being very different in the end.  My original sketches of the Hunt even included a very Majora-esque mask.

Originally instead of having a pet wolf, the Hunt was going to transform into a giant wolf-like beast themself during their chase.  I later decided that having a pet wolf to help would add to the huntsman theme, plus it just didn’t feel like a very sporting ability for the Hunt to have themself.

On a related note, if the joke wasn’t obvious, the Hunt’s wolf is named Virginia as a pun on the author, Virginia Woolf.

Originally instead of taking trophies from the losers of their game, the Hunt was going to just straight-up murder them, with it being implied that the Manotaur from the beginning was killed, but that was darker than I wanted and made it feel harder to let them off scot-free at the end, so I’m glad I had the trophy idea instead.  Plus that led to some fun Stan dialogue, so it’s a win-win!

The chapter didn’t originally feature Candy and Grenda but I was really itching to write for them and already had other side characters to focus on in upcoming chapters, so I threw them in here.  I’m really glad too, got some great material out of their inclusion.

Grenda’s middle name being “Papercut” is, of all things, a Kick Buttowski reference, where Carl Faruolo, Grenda’s voice actor, voices a former wrestler named Papercut Peterson.

The original version of the “Grenda tramples the Hunt” scene instead had her and Dipper being ambushed by the Hunt and her instinctive response being to pick up the Hunt and throw them like a shot put.  I really wish I’d found a way to incorporate that because it’s such a hilarious image to me.

The whole bit of dialogue in the pit with Stan rambling about digging out was graciously provided by @immaplatypus

I had various different ideas for the Hunt’s “trophy room”. The first was going to be something Dipper and the others stumble on while fleeing that really gets them freaked out about what the Hunt can do, but I struggled to organically fit it in and thought things were getting kind of long anyway, so instead I made it the sight of the climactic showdown with the Hunt.

For anyone not catching the joke, Stan calling the Hunt “Helen” is a reference to actress Helen Hunt.

The Carla and Soos subplot was born from this being one of my oldest chapter ideas, at a point in which I hadn’t even added Carla to the story yet, so I realized much later on that I just completely forgot to ever add her to this chapter.  And since Soos wasn’t a part of the family camping trip, then that all worked out perfectly to pair him up with Carla.  And I’m really glad it did, because their scenes were some of my favorites I’ve written so far.

Scrapped line from Soos, reassuring Carla about her place in the Shack: “Rudeness is polite in this house!  It’s just like Mr. Pines always says: get off the premises or I’ll shoot!”

There’s not really any significance to the Hunt being a deer-fox.  I wasn’t drawing from any particular inspiration, it was just two animals associated with hunting that I thought made a good aesthetic, and I think I’d been watching Hilda (which also features a deerfox) around the time I was initially sketching them.

Some other possibilities I considered for the ending cryptogram:

YOU JUST LOST THE GAME – if you get this, you’re liable for a senior’s discount

IT REMINDS ME OF THE HUNT – an obscure Fairly OddParents quote I think of daily

THE HUNT HUNTER HAS BECOME THE HUNT HUNTED – the word “hunt” really just gets used a lot in this chapter

The Sorceford’s Apprentice

Once again, Robbie’s song was spur-of-the-moment spit out by Jessica. Everyone go love up on her and her extraordinary talents.

Instead of a possum king, Dipper and Gideon were originally going to deal with a squirrel king that is defeated because Gideon is a true southern gentleman and always carries cashews in his pockets.

Supernatural Speakeasy

Here’s one passage from the town meeting that I had to cut for pacing but nevertheless love a lot:  “I’m still temporarily deprived of my wealth,” Preston Northwest said.  “And my pyramid scheme – I mean perfectly legitimate business – needs buyers. And I’ve already ripped off – I mean marketed to – almost everyone in town.”  He leaned over to the Pizza Guy sitting beside him.  “Hey, chum, have you heard of essential oils?”

Demusa is 100% voiced by Susan Egan.  She’s gotta be dripping with sultry like Meg from Hercules.

Pacifica was going to be obnoxious BFFs with C-Beth but then I had the idea for Gideon and C-Beth’s interaction and the concept of Demusa came to me.

A scrapped subplot would have had Mabel claim to be over the dating game, but Dipper is afraid she’ll fall back into old habits, so he tries to make her oblivious to any “dateable” creatures, which is difficult since there are now swarms of them in the Shack, and he doesn’t want another Norman situation.  I got rid of it because it just wasn’t working out smoothly and was just enjoying all the other minor conversations, but it persisted slightly in the existence of the Wolf Boy.

There are a few vague allusions here to a scrapped chapter that would have focused on Multi-Bear and his backstory.  It never worked out great and it felt shoehorned in as a continuation of old plots (namely that of Dipper vs. Manliness), so I never did much with it.  It would have involved a Russian ringmaster creating a circus of freaks and capturing the Manotaurs, forcing Leaderaur to team up with Multi-Bear and Dipper to save them.  I don’t remember my exact backstory for Multi-Bear but it was going to involve Mayor Befuftlefumpter of all people being the adoptive brother of Multi-Bear, and Leaderaur as a childhood friend of both.  It was all really weird and it’s good that it was thrown out on the curb where it belongs.

The ending cryptogram is a reference to a quote from Sgt. Frog Abridged on Youtube.

That’s all for now, hope some of you found this at least a little amusing!  Thanks so much for reading and sticking around!  And keep your eyes peeled for the sneak peek of the next chapter!

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