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moodymisty · 3 months

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Hi! May I request something comforting with Strife and a female reader? Work is exhausthing (a new hr system was implemented, it's not going well😑 - the project team could not delay the go live, so we now have less features and a nonexistent or randomly working interface). I'm done with everything... Hope your days are going much better!!

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's Note: I understand the feeling, anon. Here's some cuddly Strife, I hope that makes you feel a bit better.

Relationships: Strife/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Just some early morning cuddles, I thought that would be the most comforting thing to enjoy a nice sleep after a shitty day :3

Word Count: 586

To wake up in one piece after confronting the literal Apocalypse is...

Something.

You don't know if you'll ever get used to it. People are just walking around and trying to go about pretending as if it never happened, to start back up where they left off, but humanity still has a permanent mental- and in many ways physical- scar that won't ever go away. Not many can say they don't flinch at shadows or loud sounds, or when the sky gets grey about to rain.

To go from that unknown terror to trying to sleep at night and go to work the next day for many has been, an adjustment. Especially with Humanity's new neighbors. At least the new friends were some of the better thing to come out of the End of Days.

The Makers have been more than incredibly helpful in rebuilding, but even then progress has been s-

"Why's it so Creator damned bright all the sudden?"

You were woken up by Strife's body shifting as he roused from sleep, his face buried in the nook of your neck. His right arm lays over your stomach, while the other is tucked somewhere under the pillows. You'd say his legs are tangled with yours, though given the size difference it's more like his are weighing yours down underneath the blankets.

He loves to hold you almost like some sort of stuffed animal. It's endearing, until you need to move anywhere.

"That's because the sun is rising, Strife."

The Nephilim lets out a groan as his face presses deeper into your neck, attempting to block out the morning sun. It's the crack of dawn, and you have no business being up this early. Nor do you want to be, as you close your eyes and attempt sink into the mattress and fall back asleep.

It seem Strife doesn't have any plans to let you do that however, as you feel him wiggle yet again. His warm breath fans over your skin as he attempts to fall back asleep same as you. His weight that pushes the limit of the bed frame's max limit makes it shift enough to jostle you, and wrench a groan from you.

To think he'd go from being so hesitant to get close his eyes around you to this. It's been interesting, seeing him finally let his guard down.

He loves the 'cool guy' facade, the rootin' tootin' gunslingin' Nephilim, but in reality his walls are nearly has high as Death's. He's just better at not showing them to anyone.

But now he has the security, that you aren't going anywhere and that nothing bad is going to happen. That he finally has you with him. And because of it, the Nephilim conks out like a light the moment he decides to sleep next to you.

Not this time however; As he moves his leg that dangles part way off the bed around and wakes up once again from the in-between space between awake and asleep. You weakly smack his arm.

"Strife, quit moving."

He finally raises his head and looks at you, glaring with his messy, sleepy face. You can't help but compare him to a beloved pet that you wake up from the middle of a deep sleep, frazzled and face scrunched. You can just barely make out a pile of armor and weaponry in the corner of the room behind him, where he'd dumped it the night before.

"Then fix the light issue, Princess." You look up at him, barely able to make out his shapes through the blur of sleep. You fill your cheeks with air to blow a raspberry at him, but he just uses his hand to force the air out with a pinch of your cheeks. It frustrates you, which is always his goal.

"I can't make the sun just go a-"

Suddenly Strife grabs a handful of the blanket and pulls it overtop of both of your heads, covering you completely. And now back in near total darkness apart from the tiniest bit of light bleeding from the top most part of the blanket, Strife resumes his trapping of your body in his limbs, his nose pressing against your cheek. You feel his lips against your skin as he talks.

"There, solved."

It's so warm underneath the blanket, despite the frigid cold weather outside.

But it's not as if you have anywhere you need to go anytime soon. And if you do, it clearly wasn't important enough for you to remember. After terrible your week has been as of yet, you'll gladly forget about all of that for awhile.

Strife clearly smiles against your skin as you sigh and grasp the part of his arm you can reach, wiggling to get comfortable and falling back asleep as the sun continues to rise.

#darksiders x reader #darksiders strife x reader #Strife/Reader #strife x reader #darksiders strife x you #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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cyberhades · 2 years

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Bloody Desire ੈ♡˳ | vampire! Eddie Munson x fem! reader

Summary: your best friend has turned into a vampire and one night in the huge mansion where he lives many things will happen.

Warnings: smut, protected sex, first time, Eddie biting the reader, oral (female receiving), fingering.

A/N: I absolutely love vampires and there are no words to describe how much fun I had writing this. Enjoy! ♡

IT WAS TWO O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING, on a long summer night that reached California. You were in the kitchen of the winding mansion where your best friend since high school lived: Eddie Munson.

He was not loved at all, neither respected in that small town, and there weren't many opportunities for him to live there either. As soon as he could, he moved to California and met cool guys who asked him to join a thrash metal band. During a concert in 1987, on backstage some unruly fan entered and bit Eddie's neck, then bit hee own wrist and bled from the bite, turning him into a vampire.

Very few people knew about Eddie's situation. The guys in the band, you and Dustin.

As soon as Eddie was turned into a vampire you were still living in Hawkins, but he begged you to move to California to be closer to him now that he was in such a complicated life situation. To him, vampires only existed in books.

It had been almost two years since he had turned into a night creature, it was 1989. The mansion he lived in had a Gothic design and was right in front of a lonely beach.

He was just getting used to the life of being a vampire and having to drink blood to feed himself. But it wasn't the same as being a human being, it would never be again. He was a famous guitar player and a vampire, the kind all girls wanted. He hadn't changed a thing in his physical appearance and a lot was different from the books. He used to get the sun normally, he just didn't like it much. He felt better at night, he didn't have a weakness for garlic.

— Let me get this straight... do you sleep in a coffin? — you questioned in disbelief, sitting on the kitchen counter while you drank coffee and you listened to the waves of the sea very close.

— If I'm a vampire I have to do it right, yeah? — he chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee as well. It no longer had an effect on his system but it was tasty.

— Do you sleep there every day?

— Not exactly. I have a room with a coffin and everything, I have guest rooms and a room for me normal with a "normal bed" — he explained a little more about how it worked and talked about how comfortable his red-stuffed coffin was.

You were sleeping in one of the guest rooms, it had been two days since you went to his house to spend time together, just like old times.

— Shit, I think my blood supply is running low... — he remembered and huffed, running a hand over his slightly irritated face. — Will you go to the butcher shop with me tomorrow? So we can buy animal blood for me.

— Why don't you take people's blood?

He frowned, looking you up and down with a disbelieving look on his face.

— I've done this a lot, but... you know... — he began to walk into the kitchen, even climbing the walls and standing upside down on the ceiling. He walked so far he didn't even notice. — My fangs have poison...

— Kill people? Turn into a vampire?

— No. To turn someone into a vampire you have to bite and bleed from the wound...

— So what's in the poison?

— When I bite people my fangs release a poison that works as a stimulant and makes them horny. So I strongly avoid doing that — he said that as if he were disappointed in himself.

A strange silence reigned in that room but your mind liked to play tricks, so you were excited by that hypothesis and seeing is believing. Or rather, feeling is believing. You sighed and gave him a good look because you were ready to make a decision.

In fact, you were never the type of person who talked or made risky decisions, maybe you were more willing because of the dawn. Don't take this the wrong way, you were in your full mental faculties but your mind seemed to be without that "filter".

— Are you hungry now?

— Why are you asking me that?

— Are you hungry now? — you asked again, considering hesitating but remained firm in your questioning.

Eddie took a deep breath, huffed and looked away from yours for a few seconds before running his left hand through that wavy, unruly hair and saying:

— Yes baby, yes, I am.

— You can feed on me if you want...

— Y/N THAT'S OUT OF THE QUESTION AND YOU... YOU ARE A VIRGIN, I WON'T DO THAT TO YOU! — he said desperately, making random movements with his hand, gesturing nervously.

You decided to move on, you couldn't pass up this "golden opportunity" that life was giving you. You took advantage of the fact that he was right in front of you while you were still sitting on the kitchen counter and decided to shut him up with a calm kiss. At first Eddie seemed to stall, not least because you were pure and innocent and he was a creature of darkness.

He would hate to know he was taking advantage of your purity in a moment of weakness.

But then he returned the kiss, making your lips look like it was dancing due to the timing and the movements. Eddie's hot tongue invaded your mouth and he seemed to want to explore every part while his soft lips were on yours. The kiss was smacking, smacking softly in the kitchen.

You moaned softly during those foreplay as his hands explored your body. Apparently he was afraid to touch you and not control his vampiric instincts, but you took his hands and placed them on your waist.

— Please touch me... — you said during the kiss, against his mouth. The tone of voice was needy.

He couldn't deny that it made him horny. The way you moaned softly to his caresses made him numb. Obviously because of the powers he could hear your heart beating very fast and he could hear the blood flowing through your veins.

— I won't do anything you don't want to baby. You can relax... — he said while trailing kisses down your jaw to your neck.

— I know you won't hurt me... — you said, resting your hands on his shoulders as he held your thighs, squeezing lightly.

You wore a thin, short white dress. It was a silk-like fabric and now that your nipples were tight he could see clearly beneath the fabric. His mouth watered and he was even more willing to taste your blood.

He gently sucked on the delicate skin of your neck, leaving a visible hickey as he licked and kissed. Those caresses were driving you crazy.

— Are you ready? — he questioned looking into your eyes with those Belgian chocolate colored eyes.

You nodded as you licked your bottom lip.

He continued kissing your neck slowly, while squeezing your thighs lightly and you hugged his shoulders, pulling him closer. You cried out in pleasure and then bit your bottom lip as you felt his fangs tearing your flesh. It hurt, but it was quite bearable.

The pain was something like an injection, at first annoying but then it turned into something pleasurable. You felt a slight pressure at the bite site as he was sucking blood. He felt your blood flow through his fangs, he could taste you on his tongue and nothing made him happier than that.

He moaned softly against your neck as he squeezed your thighs more firmly and pulled you closer, making the thin fabric of your panties touch his erection under the jeans. He was getting real hard, not just because of your shy moans, but also because of your blood. And you were getting horny too.

— Your blood is the best thing I've ever tasted baby you're so sweet... — he licked his lips and wiped his mouth with the back of one hand.

The bite mark was present on your neck and it burned a little, but it would soon stop. The horny was talking louder in your body and you didn't even notice when a little blood ran down your neck, onto your breasts and stained crimson on your dress.

— Oh no baby... I stained your pretty dress... — he said in a horny voice as he ran his fingertips over the straps of your dress.

You were panting and could barely form a sentence. You were already horny before and was even more horny after the bite.

— No problem... — you said, still breathing hard.

— Then I buy another one for you... — he said as he kissed your neck again, licking the blood that had flowed.

— Bite me more... — you begged, closing your eyes and feeling waves of pleasure wash over your body.

— Excuse me?

— Bite me more please...

— As you wish, my baby...

He kept kissing your neck with greater greed this time, and he moaned fiercely against your flesh as you moaned in a cute way. He slipped the straps of your dress down, lowering it to your belly. Your breasts were now visible to him.

— Fuck... — he cursed while looking at your body.

He leaned you back slightly, not enough to make you lie down on the counter. He wrapped an arm behind your back, holding you tightly, leaving your back slightly arched and your breasts more exposed. The other hand remained holding your thigh and kisses went to your breasts.

— Yes... oh my God... — you moaned, rolling your eyes as you felt him suck one breast and massage the other.

He was alternating between sucking and kissing. His hand, which was on your thigh, slid dangerously along the soft inner part of your thigh, reaching for your thin panties. He pleasured you in so many different ways at the same time.

He started to kiss a little further up your breast, away from your nipple. And when you least expected it, you felt that hot pain once again. He bit your breast slowly and was slowly sucking the blood.

His fingers, who had been caressing your inner thigh, slid down to your panties, setting them aside and running his fingertips through your pussy lips.

— E-Eddie... fuck! — you swore slyly as you moaned and rolled your eyes in pleasure.

Then you felt his fingers penetrate your wet insides. A little scream of surprise left your lips as you grabbed his shoulders. His long fingers filling your insides made you push your hips in search of more.

He made smooth back and forth movements, but very effective as they hit your sensitive spot several times in a row. It was being an incredible mix of sensations there, pleasurable fucking sensations.

Feel Eddie drinking your blood biting your breast as he fingered you it was by far the best thing you could experience. And it didn't take long for you to feel like you were going to come.

— I'm coming, I'm coming! — you cried out in pure pleasure feeling the knot in your stomach burst as he made more intense back-and-forth moves.

Your pussy was now practically dripping, but you were still far from satisfied. There was some blood running down your breasts, but he licked it, to "clean you up."

— Did you like it? — he asked, placing a kiss on your chest.

— I loved it!

— Don't worry, there's still more... — he brought his lips to your ear and whispered. — Much more...

He wrapped your legs around his hips, holding you tight as he picked you up and led you through the house, up the stairs to his bedroom. You hugged his neck and bit your bottom lip as you smiled, looking forward to what would come next.

Eddie's room had a Victorian Gothic design, it was a typical vampire room from the books, like Dracula for example. A huge wall of glass with half-sheer white curtains that were open, giving a splendid view of the shady beach. There were no big waves and you could see the bright full moon glistening in the sea water, shining in a way that seemed to delight you.

It really brightened up the room which had a large crystal chandelier on the ceiling, some white roses in a vase next to the bed. Talking about the bed, it was very spacious and the sheets were Egyptian cotton in a shade of black mixed with crimson, and the cushions and pillows were as comfortable as a cloud. There was also a large mirror with a detailed gold frame next to a huge bookcase with several books and his classic red guitar.

Apparently, everything in Eddie's room made you feel comfortable, it was an incredibly beautiful and well decorated room.

He laid you down comfortably on the bed, returning kisses to your body. He kissed your neck slowly, then went down to your chest, your stomach and he made sure to remove the dress from your body completely, leaving only your panties.

You brought your hands to the hem of the black shirt he was wearing and pulled it off his body, leaving him with his chest exposed. He was too handsome, always has been.

He slid his fingertips down your waist, wrapping his fingers around the hem of your panties and pulling them out, sliding them down your legs. Now you were totally naked for him.

— I always wanted so much to kiss your body... — he said in a hoarse tone of voice, altered by lust.

He lay down on the bed, putting his head right between your legs, throwing them over his shoulders. He kissed the inside of your thigh passionately as you tightened the soft sheets on the bed and moaned, throwing your head back on the pillow.

Until it didn't take long to feel him bite the sensitive flesh of that part. You screamed in surprise once again, that hot pain was going to end up becoming your addiction.

Your blood flowed through his fangs, causing his pupils to dilate.

He stopped drinking your blood and licked up the blood that had oozed from the small wound his fangs had inflicted. Now you had three bite marks on your body, it was worth every one.

Quickly, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and made his way to your pussy with wet kisses. You were very needy and you longed to feel his mouth there the way you had felt his fingers.

He started eating you out slowly, which caused your back to arch and a highly pornographic moan to leave your lips as you grabbed his hair. His nose rubbed against your pussy subtly as his tongue moved up and down inside you.

His soft lips were working wonders down there and he was moaning against your pussy. Low wet sounds filled the room as he ate you with desire. Every time you moaned he did it more intensely. It would be impossible not to come in that man's — vampire — mouth at any moment.

You felt like you could touch the sky with just that.

His mouth was doing it more voraciously now, while his nose was still rubbing against your clit.

— Come on my face baby — he asked with a half muffled voice against your pussy and holding your waist, bringing you closer.

You felt another wave of pleasure hit your body and your legs trembled slightly as you came in his mouth, leaving his face luscious with your sweet content. He ran his tongue several times, not wanting to waste a single drop.

— As sweet as your blood... — he smirked, and got out of bed.

He went to a table in the bedroom and opened a drawer, taking out a condom. He held the condom package in his teeth as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. You enjoyed watching him lower his pants along with his boxers, leaving his hard cock visible.

His erection throbbed and was practically touching his stomach. The rosy glans was wet with pre-cum and you also noticed some veins.

He walked over to the bed, standing right beside you and ripped open the condom package with his teeth as he looked at you. That was more than enough to make you sigh. Seeing him "getting dressed" made you want to cross your legs.

— If it hurts too much you tell me I'll stop baby — he said, lying on top of you and enveloping you in a passionate kiss. The metallic taste of blood had already passed.

As he kissed you passionately, he held your thighs subtly, positioning himself better between your legs. You hugged his back on impulse. And you moaned against his lips at the feel of him inside you.

He was nothing small. But your body supported him incredibly well, it was a perfect fit. As if you were made for each other.

He stood there for a minute, waiting for you to adjust to his length.

— Can I move?

— Y-Yes... please... — you asked and bit your bottom lip as you felt him start to move back and forth inside you.

He moved slowly at first so it wouldn't hurt so much. It hurt a little, yes, but it was bearable pain, which soon turned into just heady pleasure. As well as the bites.

Eddie was doing this with as much affection as he could and was kissing your neck often to quell the pain. His moans were music to your ears and he loved how tight you were.

You moaned right next to his ear, that was making him more motivated to continue. The pace was increasing as you asked for it. Your nails scratched his back without meaning to.

— I-I'm sorry — you said with difficulty seeing the way he moaned and closed his eyes tightly feeling that unexpected bodily stimulation.

— You can keep scratching my back baby, don't mind if you bleed — he said in a tone filled with pleasure and lust as he watched your body and the way your hips bumped against his.

You hugged his back again and scratched in a way that made him more excited, so he went faster. He was hitting your g-spot in an unbelievable way, making you on the verge of orgasm.

The sound of your bodies along with moans and curses filled the room, there was nothing better than that and his back was bleeding. Your nails were doing delicious damage there.

— So tight…fuck! — he cursed. — You're so hot baby, I love this pretty pussy!

You would never imagine that you would be totally surrendered to the charms of a vampire and that you would give your virginity to him. But here you are.

— Please, make me come again — you said with some difficulty as you felt your body shudder beneath him.

— Come for me again baby — he said, taking your arms and positioning them above your head, gripping your wrist tightly.

You moaned desperately and could barely form a sentence. It felt like all your thoughts were jumbled up in your mind because of the pleasure he was giving you.

He was watching all your facial expressions, and the way you kept your lips parted and moaned with your eyes tightly closed left him ecstatic.

— Eddie I'm coming, I'm coming! Fuck! — you cried out in pure pleasure for the third time that night, feeling yourself melt on his cock.

Your legs trembled around his hips, your back arched and your eyes closed tightly once more, that wave of pleasure slammed into you brutally. Your breathing was totally uneven and you were content and done.

It didn't take long for him to come too, filling the latex of the condom with his hot cum as he moaned your name in a voice filled with desire and arousal with satisfaction. He got up and went to throw the used condom in the trash can in the bathroom.

When he returned, he lay down on the bed with you, laughing like an idiot — just like you — and pulled you to his chest, hugging you tightly. He kissed the top of your head several times, you were satisfied and happy.

— Did you like it? I hope I didn't hurt you — he questioned worriedly, patting your shoulder.

— I loved it! — you hugged him enthusiastically. — Thank you, thank you, thank you!

— I'm glad you liked it baby... so... — he was speaking well but seems to have suddenly become awkward.

— So...?

— Do you wanna... like... wanna be my girlfriend? — he questioned a little shy and flustered. Regardless of whether he was no longer a human, he was still the classic Eddie. — People say that dating a best friend makes the relationship last longer and I will live for a long time.

— Of course I want! — you accepted, positioning yourself better and holding his face with one hand, pulling him into a kiss that was promptly returned.

You now had the best vampire boyfriend in the world.

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sad-chaos-goblin · 7 months

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Just rewatched S1E3 and realised just how many parallels Aziraphale and Crowley's argument at the bandstand has with the "No Nightingales" break-up.

At the bandstand Crowley tells Aziraphale they are on their own side, that they could "go off together". For just a moment Aziraphale has this look on his face, this shocked wonder, as if he had never considered it a possibility but is enthralled by the idea. But he quickly goes on to scoff at the very notion - "listen to yourself, (...) we are an angel and a demon, I don't even like you".

Aziraphale is too deeply committed to being part of the "good guys" so he refuses to even consider that Heaven could possibly be imperfect. In that moment, when faced with the idea of breaking free and running off with Crowley, he panicks and refuses to accept the obvious fact that they have, in fact, developed a deep bond. Because that would go against everything that's been ingrained into him.

Fast forward to the post non-apocalypse, angel and demon have been able to fall into a more relaxed, comfortable dynamic due no longer working for heaven and hell. However, they are still not free. Specially not Aziraphale. He is still deeply entrenched in this religious trauma, he still has not learned to fully question and doubt Heaven's dodgy behaviours. We see him leaning more comfortably into expressing his warm and fuzzy feelings for Crowley but they're both still unconsciously holding back.

And when presented with the idea of going back and running Heaven, of restoring Crowley's angelic status and regaining Heaven's approval, Aziraphale is easily tempted (I'm very much using this word on purpose). Heaven is just as bad as Hell is, two sides, same coin. And both sides know how to do temptation.

I do think Aziraphale's choice is very selfless, in regards to sticking to his decision of "making a difference" despite it seemingly having the consequence of losing the one being he trusts and loves with his entire heart. But I also think his decision is deeply imbued in how much Heaven has conditioned and manipulated him since the dawn of time. It is a selfless act, but not a truly free choice. He has not evolved all that much since the bandstand argument, he still needs to fully break free from his deeply entrenched "Heaven are the good guys" beliefs. And this is what I think will be his journey in S3. He will start truly questioning, truly thinking critically and truly seeing things from Crowley's perspective, and he will give his all to change the system from the inside, or better even, bring the whole thing crashing down.

#good omens #aziraphale and crowley #aziraphale #aziraphale's trauma #ineffable husbands #crowley #no nightingales #good omens spoilers

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apoptoses · 9 months

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i thought the bit in blood sanation where daniel doesn't know he can't smoke inside anymore was fascinating - he probably would be a little out of step with the latest tech or human social norms after his mad era! any thoughts on other things he might've missed out/be excited to discover now/miss now that the tech is obsolete or norms changed (like the smoking in diners!)

Oh man, tons of stuff-

-Having to wear your seat belt in the car. I mean he's immortal, there's no way an accident could hurt him that badly unless it was just before dawn. But the stupid dinging of the car alert system has to remind him every single time to buckle up and it's obnoxious (and he just might have paid someone under the table to disable that function in his favorite car, oops)

-The emergence of dating apps/people not really meeting strangers in bars anymore. The first time Daniel and Lestat go out to find a mortal to bring back to Armand for some fun they're both fucking gobsmacked to be given the cold shoulder and told to get on tinder/grindr to find a hookup. Young people go out with their friends or get on the apps to find partners for the night now and for Daniel, someone who spent an entire mortal life chatting up strangers, the loss of cruising/picking up randos as a spur of the moment thing is baffling. (on a positive note, though, sitting with Lestat swiping on mortals becomes a game that takes up the better part of several nights even though they don't go out and meet any of them)

-Jumping from walkmans and casette tapes straight to the era of the mp3? Mindblowing. Daniel never imagined he'd end up with a little computer brick in his pocket with a subscription that allows him to listen to any music, any time. He's still a physical media dude at heart though, and he and Armand have an impressive record collection at Trinity Gate.

-The death of the video rental store. Look, he appreciates being able to get online and find pretty much any movie he wants to watch. But signing up for all these streaming channels is annoying and man, he misses just browsing. Picking up a random film based on a cool cover and interesting blurb on the back? That was always so fun with Armand. They'd come home with a pile of videos, some awesome, some duds, some they never take back to the store and- okay, maybe Daniel isn't that upset the stores died out because a LOT of debt in the form of late fees under his name died with them. But he and Armand still hit used media stores, pick out random old dvds, and go home and play video rental night even today.

-also, because i'm a smut queen and i gotta take this to a place- the sanitization and privatization of sex. In the 70s and 80s you could go watch porn in a theater, you could hit up a peep show. And now it's all online and like you can find a much wider and more specific variety of acts, but it's just another way people have taken their lives and made them more 'indoors' and it surprises him. Not that as a vampire he has need of this media but- he's a curious guy, he likes to keep up with stuff and figure out things Armand could still do to his immortal body, okay?

Anyways thank you for this question, I love this stuff, I think about it a lot!!

#apoptoses answers #daniel molloy #vc headcanons

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dancegender · 1 year

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You guys, I wrote another fic. I had this idea while I was procrastinating in geometry. Hope you like it!

@astronic-fr (Not sure if you wanna be tagged, but you like the last one, so *shrug* just lmk if I should remove it)

I'll Be With You From Dawn Till Dusk (Baby I'm Right Here)

Thad trekked through the frozen terrain, kicking up chunks of snow as he went. He'd been free that Friday, so he decided to walk from the colony to the corpse spire, both to take some more resources to Uzi and to just hang out. At this point, he was used to the long commute, so he felt okay with leaving at night to make sure he arrived at a good time. He was being more cautious as of late, though; the new WDF had decided to start setting up traps surrounding the colony, and he didn't feel like getting caught in one.

He was coming up on a dilapidated building, one of the usual landmarks on his journey. As he approached, though, he thought he noticed an offputting sound, almost like a nervous mumbling. He thought his audio processors were faulty at first, but a quick scan of the area immediately proved otherwise. Spotting a hole in the street a few yards away, Thad approached, the mumbling getting louder. A dark shape sat next to the hole, sharply contrasting with the snow. Thad picked it up and sighed, turning the all-too-familiar pilot hat over in his hands.

"N and M's?" Thad peered into the hole, interrupting the babbling drone inside. N flinched with a yelp, frantically whipping his head upwards. He sighed upon seeing Thad, shoulders visibly relaxing.

"Thad! Oh, you have no idea how happy I am to see you!"

"Hey, man!" Thad tossed the hat down to N, who caught it and put it on. "You look a little stuck."

"Yeah, I'm not doing good." N chuckled nervously, banging the wall with his fist. "This pit's too deep for me to climb out, and too narrow for me to spread my wings and fly out. I've just been kinda stuck here."

"I could throw you a rope or something," Thad offered, scanning the area for some sort of anchor. His eyes snapped back to the hole when he heard N's voice, glitchy and distorted.

"Is-is there aNYTHing you-ou could USE?" N swayed, slumping over against the wall of the pit. A warning flashed on his visor, reading 'DANGER: High Temperature'.

Thad looked off to the horizon, swearing under his breath; the sun was coming up. He remembered Uzi telling him something about how easy it was for disassembly drones to overheat. Panic immediately started running through his processor. Without really thinking, Thad sprinted towards an abandoned car on the side of the road and popped the hood. Tearing the hood off its hinges, he sprinted back again and slammed the car hood down on top of the pit.

A few seconds passed, then a few minutes. Thad sat next to his makeshift shade, nervously listening for movement. Eventually, he could hear the faint sounds of a system reboot from underneath the tarnished metal.

"...Hello?" Thad loudly exhaled at the sound of N's voice, laughing weakly.

"Oh, thank Robo Jesus," Thad knocked on the car hood. "You feeling okay in there? Nearly lost you for a second."

"A little woozy... but I think I'm alright. That was some fast acting, Thad."

"Yeah, well I'm not a running back for nothing." Thad rummaged through his bag of supplies until he found what he was looking for: two of the canisters that N and V used to store extra oil. "Brace yourself, I'm gonna try something."

Thad used the canisters to prop the hood up in a ramp, opening facing away from the sun. He looked in, seeing N's face light up. He extended a hand toward Thad, and Thad took it, squeezing tightly.

"Looks like we'll have to wait until nightfall to get you outta there," Thad laid down on the snow facing N, propping himself up on his forearms. "Better get comfy."

They spent hours talking aimlessly about their respective lives. Uzi's new rail gun was coming along nicely; she was almost ready to start testing it out. Thad explained the basics of football strategy to N, who listened intently.

"That sounds pretty easy," he commented, studying the field plans Thad passed him.

"You'd probably be pretty good at it," Thad was tracing meaningless shapes into the snow with his fingers. "Strategy plays a huge role in football. You and V would have to be good at strategizing with the amount of hunting you do. Thad's eyes lit up.

"Ooh, that reminds me!" He rummaged through the supplies bag, pulling out a handheld device of some kind. He held it up to N. "Do you know what chess is?"

"Hm..." N brought his hand up to his chin, scratching it lightly. "I think I've heard of it before. No idea how to play, though."

"No problem, I can show you," Thad powered on the device, a perfectly set chessboard appearing on the screen. He handed it to N and began explaining the rules of chess.

They sat like that forever. Passing the chessboard back and forth, chatting - enjoying each other's company. It was nice; spending time with N was always nice. Thad wished he got to do it more often. That N wasn't so far away.

"Looks like the sun's setting," Thad squinted into the distance. "I should probably start looking for something we can use to get you out."

"I'll be looking forward to it," N paused for a second. "Hey... Thad?"

"Hm?" Thad looked at N through the gap between the oil canisters. N raised his hand, almost hesitantly, and held it slightly out. Thad moved to N's level, awkwardly interlocking their hands.

"Thank you for staying with me," There was a slight shake in N's voice as he spoke, eyes incredibly focused on the wall to his left.

"N, listen..." Thad mumbled, running his thumb over N's knuckles. "I don't think I could ever pass up a chance to hang out with you."

Getting N out of the hole was relatively easy; all it took was a sturdy anchor and some discarded cable. Once freed from confinement, N immediately wrapped Thad in the strongest hug he could muster. Thad felt himself shifting a little more of his weight into N than he normally would.

"C'mon, we should probably get to the spire," N released Thad, who staggered slightly at the loss of support. "I gotta let V know I'm still alive. D'you think you can make the walk, or should we fly over?"

Flying wasn't very high on Thad's transportation list. The last time he'd flown was when N brought him and Uzi back to the colony, and they'd had a pretty rough landing. Now, though, realizing just how tired he was starting to get, Thad was in no position to refuse.

The flight to the spire was actually pretty calming. It was easier when N wasn't trying to fly with two passengers. It definitely wasn't making Thad any less tired, though. Resting his head on top of N's, he felt a familiar jolt in his chin. He could tell what it was by the way N's breath hitched, but he was too drowsy to really care. He wasn't sure how much longer they'd be flying for, but he let himself drift off to sleep regardless.

#fun fact I stole the title from that one zendaya song but I changed it to better fit the narrative #wheat thin #< i think that's right #murder drones n #murder drones thad #serial designation n #n x thad #I BROUGHT MY GAY LITTLE SPARK BACK WOOOO!

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zilabee · 1 year

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Alf Bicknell, Beatles Chauffeur (and friend), 1964 to 1966:

“It's weird to explain. Even after I left them in 1966 and went back to working with captains of industry and on a cruise, I could never get those songs - all their tracks - out of my system. They'd become a part of me. To be there was the job of a lifetime.”

“It was exhausting. I remember waking some mornings and being filled with trepidation. Filled with the feeling that I couldn't do it, that I couldn't go on at this pace.”

“I ended up with George and this guy, who turned out to be an Italian prince. He offered to show us around Rome. So, together with this prince, his beautiful girlfriend, and George, I had one of the most wonderful of my times with the Beatles. He took us at dawn on this whirlwind tour of Rome. We ended up on some of the Seven Hills of Rome. We were in St Peters Square and all these wonderful places I'd only seen on picture postcards.”

All four had been fond of doodling in an effort to while away the boredom of touring. On this leg of the tour [in Japan] Alf noticed the sketches began to take on a darker tone. Perhaps a legacy of the touring treadmill, although the Beatles discovery of hallucinogenic substances may have coloured their doodles.

“I'm often asked what my favourite tracks are. I don't really know. I guess the two which I think are most poignant are Penny Lane and Strawberry Fields Forever. They make me really sad - I don't know why.”

After the Beatles visit with Elvis, he sent his own roadies round in a giant Cadillac limousine to take the Beatles' road crew out on the town:

“We were wined and dined and went round all these wonderful Hollywood clubs. One place was closing for the night but Elvis's people Sonny and Marty had them open up just for us. Vintage champagne and platters of delicious food duly arrived. Then the singer who had been performing that night came back on and did another set, singing just for the likes of yours truly. I've always thought what a wonderful gesture of Elvis to have remembered us, the humble roadies, this way.”

Re the airport in the Philippines:

“George Martin, in particular, has been documented as saying 'Stupidly Alf Bicknell raised his fists.' I always thought that was pretty rich coming from a guy hundreds of miles away, safely tucked away in a recording studio. Whereas here I was, surrounded by this baying mob, desperate to tear the Beatles to pieces. It was my job to protect them. And it was obvious that reasoned arguing wasn't the answer. You don't stand there and wait till one of the band is hit. It was a case of 'it's the first blow that counts'. ”

Alf decided to leave in 1966, at Candlestick Park when they announced they wouldn't be touring any more. He doesn't go into a lot of detail about why, he just says:

“It had been two years. A magical time, with me privy to one of the most exciting times in the last century. I'd been privileged to be along for the ride. But like the band, the repetition had sort of got to me.”

Ticket to Ride, by Alasdair Ferguson and Alf Bicknell

I'm going to stop now before I type out the entire book. But there are other nice bits in it still. At one point or another he drove each of them back to Liverpool and stayed with their families. He really likes Jim McCartney: "There was a great spiritual feeling about him." He seems to genuinely like everyone. There's a bit where he drives George and Pattie to the airport after their wedding, speeding to escape the press, but when he gets pulled over the officer just pretends to give him a ticket and then holds up the reporters for him. There are the standard bits where John is a bit of a dick, and other bits where he's soft and kind. There's a bit where Alf goes to a bullfight with Brian because no one else will. A bit where he talks about Paul putting on a terrible disguise and going out to look for grandfather clocks, and everyone in the shops pretending not to know who he is. There's a bit where he runs into George in the mid-seventies and they have a hug on the pavement.

(If you're wondering why the Beatles' chauffeur called his book Ticket To Ride, yes, I was also wondering. But he does have another book called 'Baby You Can Drive My Car', so that is why. From what I can work out it's a better version of this one - because honestly outside the quotes from Alf, which I'm assuming are true, this book is badly written to the extreme. It kind of tries to dramatise everything, like 'he sighed dramatically' etc, and is full of small careless mistakes like using passed where they mean past, not once but twice. Unfortunately the other book costs a little fortune, so this one is good enough for now.)

#the beatles #alf bicknell #elvis #jim mccartney #genuinely a nice thing elvis did

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constantvariations · 10 months

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I remember someone saying "there's no such thing as a good racism allegory" and it's been bouncing around in my head for a while. I'm someone who typically thinks anything can work if given the right circumstances, but then I really started thinking about it and I believe they're right

Because if you want to talk about racism, you should just talk about racism

(This is unpolished and ramble-y, so strap yourselves in)

Racism is deeply ingrained into our society, no matter where you live. Imperialism and colonialism has ensured that no corner of Earth has been left untouched. Choices from hundreds of years ago are still being felt today. There's practically no end to the discussion of its effects on the world and its people

So, why should anyone feel the need to dress it up in cat ears?

I've consumed a lot of media where writers have consciously echoed in part some aspect of racism in their fantasy story: Bright 2017, Dragon Age, RWBY, the MCU, Harry Potter, Detroit: Become Human, etc. The biggest thing they have in common is that the narrative is told to side with the victims, but it somehow always ends up against them

It always sides with the status quo

It's confusing, maddening even, because the narrative oft goes out of its way to show how horrible the system is and how these folk don't deserve their treatment, so why are we going back to normal as if it's a good thing? Why are the people actively working to improve the system decried as annoying at best and monstrous at worst?

Then you look at the people who write these storylines. The beliefs they hold, the people they vote for, which charities and organizations they give to, and it all makes sense. Centrists (at best) trying to look progressive are the ones who need to dress racism up in cat ears and rainbow freckles. They set aside the long, brutal histories and crushing systemic realities to play pretend that racism is Not That Bad and is only done by Those Bad Individuals

That's why Velvet's ears are tugged instead of culled. That's why the Mantle drunkards say mean things to Blake instead of attempting to assault her. That's why everything surrounding the SDC's labor practices is so vague as to be useless while the biggest evidence of their malice is hand-waved away by a writer who says the victim "had it coming" as if someone can deserve being branded by being too much of a brat

These stories aren't meant to make the audience question why our society works off the bloodied backs of the exploited or demands we take good, hard looks at ourselves and how we've been duped into believing so much garbage about entire swathes of people. They're meant to satisfy the people who only feel bad that these things are happening because they (white folk) look like the bad guys. It's a self-congratulatory wank about how "I'm not like THOSE guys, therefore I'm a good person!"

And then there's the characters meant to convey this story in the first place: always inoffensive, mostly aimless, "not like the other girl" types that pander to that delicate palate. Blake - a conventionally attractive, pale skinned girl in fashionable clothes - used to be passionate about equality but only in the right way, and demonizes anyone who does not conform to this mindset despite having no reasoning to back it up while never once demanding better of the privileged people around her even when they do racially insensitive things

The biggest downfall of these racial allegories, be they about cat girls or orcs or elves or robots, is that they do something that marginalized folk have been forced to endure since the dawn of time: literal dehumanization. There are tangible differences between humans and whatever the allegory is, which undermines the very fundamental fact that black/asian/queer/neurodivergent/disabled/whatever folk are unapologetically, undeniably, exceedingly human. By dressing up their plights in cat ears or spottled blue skin, you're creating theater not for the people who actually live through these struggles as a means of connecting with them and providing them a safe outlet for their feelings, but giving the people who benefit from passively allowing the system to enforce said struggles a pat on the head for not being the grand wizard

I don't really know where I'm going or how to end this, so I'll just sign off with if you're going to talk about racism, just talk about racism

#rwde #like i said this is pretty all over the place bc i know what im Feeling but not how to word it yknow? so hopefully i got it somewhat across #i am whiter than sour cream tho so if i got anything wrong DO NOT HESITATE to blast me like team rocket #this did get me thinking abt star trek specifically the ep w the dudes who are black on one side and white on the other #and they hate each other because the colors are on different sides #that might be an okay allegory since its so on the nose its dancing on your sinuses #but its not my place to say one way or another so who knows #ive only seen people play detroit but holy fuck david cage should be tossed into a pit for that absolute nonsense #this dude had robots standing in the back of busses and quoting mlk jr but had the audacity to claim it wasnt the 60s civil rights allegory #this is just a really weird thing to happen over and over again #can they just not connect w people of color or whatever their target allegory is?#its almost always black folk tho james camerons avatar had LoAdS of fun w that indigenous parody #and theres like. never any sensitivity readers to double check this shit or the target group actually doing the writing #who said 'white people love talking about race as if they got something to say'? bc that should be the slogan for every one of these deals #yeehaw ig :?

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coldresolve · 3 months

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this is tmi but eh. i feel like being open about this kinda stuff might help to destigmatize these things so

ive never really felt it was appropriate for me to describe myself as disabled because, y'know, you always talk about disability in terms of more obvious physical disabilities, right? the guy in a wheelchair is disabled; i'm not in a wheelchair, therefore... etc. and while recognizing that mental illness can in fact be disabling, like it is for that one schizophrenic friend i have, or another guy i know who's on disability pay for PTSD, ive somehow managed to keep this but-I'm-not-disabled mindset - even through the process of going part-time, even when two psychiatrists seperately described me as very low functioning and told me they'd vouch for me getting early retirement. at the age of fucking 25

after a decade and a half of fighting this thing, it's starting to dawn on me (finally, duh, bear with me) that yeah okay, maybe this is not normal, maybe this is not how people work, maybe mental illness is actually, in a very real way, impeding my ability to live a normal life. i might just be, y'know, dis-abled. which is a fucking horrifying realization on its own, as someone who has fought his whole life to try do things the right way, go down the right paths, set the right goals. i want to be able to work a 40hr week without cracking - fuck it, if i could, i'd happily work way more than that. but i try, and i end up hitting rock bottom yet again, and i inevitably have to spend 6 months or longer trying to salvage whatever parts of my life can still be salvaged. i don't want to be disabled. but if i'm being brutally honest with myself and my situation, i think i am.

and now, while i'm sliding towards the bottom again, still coming to terms with it, i also have to reconcile with the fact that being disabled is likely gonna inhibit me from ever getting a formal education, at least as long as the system is set up the way it is. i can work part time unskilled, which is better than nothing, but i'll be doing it for less pay (even though i'm arguably a better craftsman than half of the journeymen out there, but whatever), and since it's a protected title in my country, i also won't be able to call myself a cabinetmaker. which just. doesn't seem fair at all

long live the danish bureaucracy i guess

#other #ill be fine fam ive been thru shit like this before #its just. very frustrating and tedious to deal w all this stuff ykno

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coridallasmultipass · 4 months

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Has Dirk ever actually eaten steak?

(TW casual animal death I guess, sorry)

Okay, so this is a total shitpost idea I had last night on Tweeter and I said I'd make it a post here, so I'm following through. Bear with me, because if I jump past my thought process, I'll probably sound like a total maniac for even imagining this.

Let me back up.

I was thinking about Dirk (a normal occurrence). Then I start thinking about Nepeta, since they have the same Aspect. And then I start thinking about Tavros' cat allergies. So then I circle back to Dirk, since Dirk has obviously never seen a cat in person before, and therefore has no built-up immunity to cat dander, and would definitely be hella allergic. (Also, it's been my headcanon since, like, the dawn of time, that Dirk would have a shit immune system when it comes to humans, on account of never being around another person in his life, and he probably gets super sick upon meeting up with people in person for the first time.)

Back to the steak quote. Dirk has obviously never eaten like, actual steak from a cow before. Cows probably don't even exist anymore, outside of maybe a scant few super high elevation places on the other side of the globe. He probably wouldn't be able to digest it well regardless, since he's never had red meat. Dirk says he fishes, and he's obviously got seagulls around, so that's probably also on the menu (besides the super expired canned and dry ration shit left behind), and it's as natural as eating chicken is for everyone else (cough chicken of the sea joke cough), and he assumes that's what chicken is supposed to taste like, which leads to a hilarious spit-take for his first time trying actual chicken.

Moving forward to post-game. We're gonna set this scenario inside a neat little anime beach episode setting where everyone is happy and alive, because that makes it hilarious. Everyone's having a chill day at the beach. The seagulls presumably pester everyone who has a shiny bag of chips in their hands. People are playing volleyball. It's lunch time.

Dirk is looking at the seagulls eyeballing his bag of chips like, "Man, these guys are so dumb, watch this." And he calls a seagull over because he knows how to call them in a way they immediately trust him, and just... kills it quickly, and goes, "Alright, that was easy, let's start the barbecue, guys."

But there's a pall that's fallen over everyone. The beach ball blows past like a tumbleweed. Everyone's* mouth is agape in pure horror.

Dirk looks at the seagull in his hands. And back at the group. And he's like, "This is another one of those things I needed to deprogram, isn't it."

Everyone is whispering like, "What the fuck..." But to make things worse, Jade declares that there needs to be a funeral for the seagull, because literally no one else there is okay with eating it (and no one told Dirk beforehand, but someone already brought store-bought and pre-seasoned chicken for the barbecue, which doesn't make sense to him because it's not even fresh, aren't you supposed to have like a 'catch of the day' type of thing? Someone has to tell him that that only applies to fish, however arbitrary that seems). And Dirk has to stand there, living the most embarrassing moment of his life, keeping his cool, while perfectly good seagull meat is being lowered into the ground. People build a fucking sand castle memorial.

Jade like, gives him a hug like, "It's okay, Dirk, you didn't mean to do it." And Dirk has to bite back a 'Yeah, I kinda did mean it. This is stupid, and if anything, even worse to waste its life for nothing.' But he has enough self-awareness to know when to at least keep his mouth shut to prevent further damage.

He never could get over how weird chicken actually tastes, it's like fluffy and weird and doesn't even fit the theme of a beach party.

*everyone, except Jake and Nepeta/Davepeta, is completely scandalized at the image of Dirk just snapping a seagull's neck like it's nothing. They still wouldn't eat it, but they at least don't think he's a murderer for doing it.

#im sorry okay i just thought of it and laughed and had to share it #rest in peace gullie #wait also include feferi and eridan in dirk sympathizers but it feels weird to think of them having an interaction with him #homestuck #dirk #dirk strider #dirk homestuck #homestuck headcanon #homestuck headcanons #headcanon #ShitPost.exe #Cori.exe #Post.exe #*obligatory 'pls dont talk to me about anything that happens after Homestuck bc i didnt read it and dont plan to'*#animal death #watch this post gets blacklisted after tagging that and ill never be able to find it on my blog again #i have never tried seagull its illegal here bc theyre protected but i did look up what they taste like for this post and #apparently they taste fishy which is fucking wild like... does that mean that chicken tastes bug-gy?#is that why people always go 'hm it tastes like chicken' when eating something weird?#bc thats the taste of the bugs they spend their life eating?#idk its just weird to think that seagulls taste fishy for eating fish thats so fucking wild but i guess makes sense #also i know fish produce 'steaks' too but i kind of doubt that dirk is out there catching full size tunas #im at the point of typing where im having second thoughts like is this an okay thing to post or are ppl gonna think im a nutcase #i cant do that to animals i promise lol i was a vegetarian for a long fuckin time bc i felt bad about it like i still rarely eat meat

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hydraulicbenadryl · 6 months

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Welcome!

Hey! So you've stumbled across this neat little blog here! Good for you! Speaking of you, why don't you take a moment to stay, yeah? We've got a lot to talk about.

A LITTLE BIT ABOUT ME

I'm JJ! You can call me JJ, Dawn, Hyde (pronounced hei-dee), or whatever else!

pronouns are he/they/she, preference for he!

infp

I've been writing for a very, very long time, ever since I was a kid!

I love love love love fantasy!

my WIPs

The Devil's Playground

genre: fantasy horror

themes: supernatural, murder mystery, Scream-like

blurb: The death of Liam Betchell's boyfriend on the eve of the Blood Moon sends him spiraling. He can't focus, can't think, can't do anything except try and figure out who took his boyfriend from his. But the dreams of the devil that haunt him at night only help confirm that someone in his friend group is a killer, maybe even two someones. In order to figure out who is behind all this, and why they're doing it, he has to learn who to trust...and who not to trust.

A Test Of Unity

genre: fantasy sci-fi

themes: found family, revenge, spaceships, lots of gunfights (pew pew), SPACE!

blurb: General Cressida von Alder-Prescott Rataleene, leader of Midnight Squadron, daughter of legendary UNITY Admiral Skeeter, is stuck-proverbially, sometimes literally-in the middle of a firefight. The Federation moving through the Axios System took everything from her, and she'd be damned to lose anything else. With her friend(?) Cowan at her side, she has the determination to get back what was stolen from her.

Book Of A Godkiller

genre: fantasy

themes: academia, gay, friends to lovers, dark mafia

blurb: When Jeremy Goodman is accepted into the Philosopher's School of Misfits and Outcasts after developing his superpowers, he doesn't know what to do. To be a true Elemental Shifter, he must master his control over light, but there's always hurdles-like his best friend who showed up after four years of no contact, or the fling he had becoming the guy he tutors, or the Godkiller Jackson, who he can't seem to place a reason as to why he can't keep his eyes off Jeremy.

Good to meet you all! I hope to have fun here!

#my writing #writeblr #writing #intro post #introduction #blog intro #new writers on tumblr #writeblr intro

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littlecherryhuanlin · 1 year

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Ghost of You- Nakamoto Yuta

You may like: Love At Dawn with NCT Jaemin

Disclaimer: This story revolves around death (Yuta is a Ghost), so if you don't feel comfortable reading this type of content or believe that some trigger can be activated please don't read.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Mainly fluff, but also contains the use of bad words, morbid themes, explicit angst, bullying, arguments, death of the main character and mentions of a car accident, not recommended for minors.

The crowd of people pushing each other as they walked excitedly through the park, only served to confirm what YN already expected: The Neo House was famous, not that YN has never participated in any of the group's “events” before, far from it; after almost 3 long years of friendship with Haechan, the young woman was even considered an honorary member of the fraternity (according to Jungwoo, who stated the fact after YN rejected Jaehyun for the tenth time during the first year), however, the amount of people in the place was too much even for the Neos, which only pointed out how wrong she was in recommending that the fraternity do something else for the annual event that year, but after all what fault was she in thinking that no one would give in an entire park for a bunch of college kids? Food stalls stretched for meters, fraternity members were spread out working, the whole place was active, packed with hundreds of excited people and even a discount system had been organized for the entire park from the rides to the official stores.

YN couldn't help but let out a sigh as she unsuccessfully searched for an acquaintance; since NingNing had abandoned her as soon as they arrived at the park she had already gotten lost three times while trying to find the agreed meeting point, sending a brief message to Haechan asking him to meet her in front of the red shooting tent, she put her cell phone away and turned to face the large plushies displayed as possible prizes when she heard a voice whisper beside her:

- You lost? - A tall red-haired guy wearing a black jacket was staring at her with a smile on his face waiting for an answer from her which never came- The game, you couldn't win?

- Hmm? – realizing just at the moment that she was staring at him she turned back to the plushies to hide the shade of red painted on her cheeks, he was gorgeous, ethereal if she was honest with her words- oh no, I kind of lost myself and I'm waiting for a friend to pick me up.

- Oh, I understand, so I'll try my luck then - a few minutes passed while the boy kept himself busy in the game and she kept herself busy checking him out and her phone for any answer from her friend - Ok, it seems that your friend ditched u - seeing that the guy had given up on the game and was now staring at her YN nodded in confirmation, making a mental note to kill Haechan the next day- You could come with me- at the sound of the boy's voice she looked up in confusion- Well, it turns out that my friends ditched me too and I don't know about you, but I didn't come here for nothing and since we are both alone now why don't we keep each other company tonight?

- I don't know...- YN looked around to make sure none of her friends were in sight looking for her then she analyzed her options: stand there being judged by everyone passing by, go home and lose all time she'd spent getting dressed and going to the venue or have fun with the handsome stranger— Alright, let's go.

Three hours later as she walked by the boy's side she was sure that was the best choice she had ever made, they went on so many different rides, ate so much and laughed so hard the whole night, she wasn't even sure if she had grabbed his hand on the haunted house or the hurricane, but she definitely wasn't complaining, nor was he, looking extremely comfortable as he dragged her to one of the secluded benches. Shortly as they were seated, he released her hand, and despite wanting to protest she busied herself with feasting on the sweet they'd just acquired, until he came closer, his feline eyes locked on hers, making she anxious, to her, an eternity had passed before he leaned in, soft cherry-flavored lips touching hers, his free hand moving to cup her face, hers pulling at his shirt trying to hold him closer. As they parted he was smiling at her, she almost pulled him back mesmerized by him, low voice bringing her back to reality.

- I've been wanting to do this all night... -she smiled averting her face embarrassed, it was obvious that she wanted the same - did you have fun? - he let out a light laugh seeing the girl shake her head quickly in affirmation while saying that she had never had so much fun in an amusement park before, he took her hand again intertwining their fingers as she leaned on him looking at the stars a comfortable silence settling in- It's late, maybe I can take you home?

YN was close to asking him to do so when her cell phone rang, Haechan's name glowing red on the screen, sending him a silent apology the young woman answered the phone to hear Haechan scream while asking where the hell she was and demand her not to move as he was going to find her.

- Well I guess you'll have to go home alone - she explained after ending the call - my friend is coming to find me right now.

- So - he pulled her away placing a kiss on her forehead - I think it's time for us to part ways princess - he kissed her again, this time a needy kiss completely different from the previous one, full of desire and in a way hungry - I'll never forget about tonight, my dear.

YN was about to answer him when a distant voice made her turn around, seeing Haechan at far she stood up and called him back, turning to find nothing but anything around, he was gone, not even giving her the chance to ask for his phone number.

- Where did your new friend go?

- I don't know what you were talking about!

- Your body disagrees, you're blushing like crazy.

- I'm tired Haechan, let's go home, pls...

When YN met with the others on Wednesday to help tally the results of the event - fundraising, profits, tickets, and more - everyone was excited and the girl was assigned to sort food along with other "fraternity" girls.

- Did you go home on Saturday YN? - Johnny's girlfriend questioned while helping the girl move some milk cartons.

- Me?

- Uhun, I remember seeing everyone but you.

- Oh no, I was- she stopped to contemplate not sure what she should say, choosing to avoid further questions, she decided to approach the red-haired guy as a friend - with a friend.

- Haechan? - it was Jeno's sister's turn to join the conversation.

- Haechan stayed with the boys all night - said Renjun's girlfriend - as well as YangYang and Jeno.

- What matters - Kun's girlfriend approached, rubbing the girl's shoulders - is if YN had fun.

- It was really fun actually, we did a lot of things that I honestly don't think Haechan would let me do if I was with him.

-Looks like you really enjoyed yourself- Renjun's girlfriend joked when she noticed YN was blushing- so are you going to tell us who your new boyfriend is?

-He's not my boyfriend- YN replied a little louder than she should have, catching the attention of Taeil who was on a phone call, apologizing briefly while reinforcing to the girls that she had absolutely no boyfriend- He was just a friend, I already told you.

- Then tell us which of your friends was with you - the girl continued pressing - why all this secrecy?

- It was just someone I met there - the girl finally let it out noting how a little argument had started between her friends' girlfriends over her - a guy I met after Ningning abandoned me.

- YN you were walking around with a stranger ??- Johnny's girlfriend rejoined the conversation having clearly heard the last part- that's dangerous.

- He didn't look dangerous at all - the whole group was looking at her intently now - he was funny and handsome, very handsome in fact.

- Our YN has a crush - joked Jeno's sister- and what's his name?

- I don't have a crush and I don't know- fuck ,YN wanted to get into a hole, of course, she had to forget to ask his name- I didn't ask...

- You spent all night long with someone and didn't ask their name? -One of the girls asked.

-Oh come on YN, why are you hiding his name? - Renjun's girlfriend asked in an accusing tone - none of us will steal it from you, you know.

Johnny's girlfriend intervened in the joke after seeing YN clearly fidgeting uncomfortably, asking everyone to speed up the work and little by little all of them went back to their tasks, all except Renjun's girlfriend who kept asking questions about the boy. When they all sat down a few hours later to rest that's when YN lost his temper.

- Can you please shut up - the girl said irritated having completely lost her cool under the girl's insinuations - I already told you everything and you keep acting like a dick.

- How the fuck?- the girl barked louder approaching making YN stand up, the others still stunned by the girl's outburst just watched the younger one now with an accusing finger close to YN's face- Listen here, you Lying little bitch, it's not our fault you don't have enough friends to hang out with and need to invent a fake boyfriend to make yourself feel good- the room was now quite crowded with some of the boys who had come to see what the commotion was all about, Jeno's sister pulling the angry girl back while Kun's girlfriend led YN to another room - I'm just curious - she could hear the girl talking loudly - I mean none of us saw her all night and now she says she was with someone that she doesn't even know the name? She's obviously lying.

- I'm not a liar - YN vented in a low tone to the girl who accompanied her - everyone left me alone there and I was just glad to have someone with me that I didn't care about his name.

YN hurriedly ran away with tears in her eyes ignoring Haechan and the others calling out to her as she ran away from the house as fast as she could.

Over two weeks passed with YN completely ignoring any frat people and their relatives, even skipping some classes and keeping her phone off to avoid them. In the meantime the girl had been concentrating on trying to find out who the boy she had been with that night was, she had looked everywhere on social media, on forums and college groups, new and old and nothing. YN had also asked to several students if they knew any guy matching his description, in the end no sign that he was real other than her memories of that night, she was starting to believe that her mind had made it all up when she was cornered by Johnny, Haechan and Taeyong in her apartment on a Friday.

-We just want to talk to you... -Taeyong said while the girl tried to close the door in their faces- YN, please, we're worried!

- I don't need you to feel that way.

- Don't be an asshole YN - Johnny said entering the house followed by the others - You don't answer our calls, don't show up for classes, didn't look for or contact any of us for two weeks!

- We're your friends you brat - Haechan said intervening in the conversation - if that's because of what that weirdo said.

- I wasn't lying and I don't need my friends to accuse me of it either - protested YN interrupting.

-I know you didn't lie I saw you guys together- Haechan said as if it was obvious as he sat on the couch next to Taeyong who gestured for her to do the same- Danm YN, I even teased you about it that night.

-Here- Taeyong handed her a yearbook- we found out you were looking for him while you know we were looking for you- Taeyong opened the book and pointed to a boy apparently Japanese with dark hair, at that moment Johnny put a glass of water in front of her on the coffee table as he sits next to the others - Nakamoto Yuta- the girl gave him a questioning look as she took the book from his hands and took a closer look at the boy's face- Johnny remembered seeing someone similar to the description Haechan gave us in one of the yearbooks while working in the library last year.

- I wasn't sure where exactly it was so it took us a while to find it - said the eldest while eating a snack that she was sure she had hidden earlier.

- What? I looked for him everywhere in the media, in college, and nothing- now analyzing the other pages of the yearbook, YN found herself confused by the dating on the cover- class of 98?- she watched as the boys exchanged strange looks between themselves- I think you guys made a mistake, there's no way this is possible- she decreed- this guy should be on his 40 or something, and I'm telling you I definitely wasn't with an old man that night.

-Look again YN- Haechan leaned over opening the book to the previous page while looking for something on his phone- imagine his hair on a dark red and boom - he almost hit her excitedly pointing a finger at the screen - are you really gonna tell me that this isn't him?

She took the device from his hands, lost between her friend's cell phone and the old photo from the yearbook, she certainly noticed the strange similarities between the boy from the park and the guy from the old pages, she sure did it, but the edited photo on Haechan’s phone who showed off a red-haired Yuta took her to a whole new level of conformation and even though the girl wasn't talking to any of them as she muttered meaningless questions trying to prove to herself that none of that was possible, Taeyong answered her.

-We have a theory - he said gently as he gestured to Johnny who held out his phone to her - please don't make a scandal.

Why would I- YN stood there frozen as a newspaper page dated November 2000 flashed on the screen, "Drunken driver crashes into a college group: Yonsei basketball prodigy among fatalities" despite the shocking headline what left YN terrified was the photo attached to it; Yuta along with a few other students smiling broadly, stunned she looked to her friends for an explanation- Ten did this? -the three of them quickly shook their heads in denial- so who dit it?

- It's a genuine story YN- Taeyong moved to sit next to her- the library lady said she remembered the accident and that we can probably find the original newspaper there, you can check it for yourself if you don't believe it.

-What does this mean? - tears welled up in the girl's eyes as she looked at the older one next to her, Johnny joining them handing her the glass of water while Haechan just stared at the window - did I dream about it or what?

- Or you had a date with a ghost - Haechan faced her friend - had a date with a hot ghost on the day of the dead.

- You're not helping.- the youngest shrugged his shoulders while Johnny took the lead to explain the boy's words- you know it was November 2nd, the day of the dead.

- You see - it was Taeyong who was speaking now having noticed the confusion on the younger's face - this guy is definitely on another plane and in some cultures the day of the dead is the day they can roam freely across the land.

- You went crazy- the girl got up moving away from the boys- A ghost? I was very close to him you know, he was very real, there has to be some kind of misunderstanding here.

- Oh I know, I saw how close you were when he was sticking his tongue down your throat, which just means- Haechan said approaching the girl with a mocking tone- that a ghost almost fucked you cutie.

As soon as the forbidden topic - as Haechan named the girl's date with a ghost (which he'd rather dismiss as funny than admit that he'd been totally freaked out when he found the accident article) - it was closed after lengthy jokes and theories from the boys, the night was filled with delicious snacks and complaints about how she'd tossed them aside because of Renjun's stupid girlfriend. YN felt relieved to have her friends back, however, a couple of hours later the girl found herself sitting on the bed staring at the heavy rain hitting the window while thinking about what had happened.

In fact, a little after the boys left she went into detective mode, and now with a name she had scoured dozens of websites looking for information about the guy, info that she had found and that led her to believe in the theory brought by her friends, which she would definitely never admit to them, despite her exhaustion YN didn't think that she could sleep that night, in fact, she didn't think she would be able to sleep well for a while now.

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Spells to open doors and clear blockages! Wait what dies opening the road to spirits mean?

Oh boy okay!

So in Wicca and Traditional Witchcraft there are related (but I don't think synonymous) practices where basically, you work around the points of a compass (north/south/east/west) and call on helpful but powerful spirits from those directions.

All of this comes from Enochian magic and John Dee, and was later developed as a system by the Golden Dawn, and then of course G.D.'s influence was very prevalent in Wicca.

I'm going to oversimplify this and get some stuff wrong I'm sure since I'm not super educated on it. But basically John Dee (fascinating dude) was scrying with his buddy Edward Kelly, and it was revealed to them that there are four angels who preside over the the "terrestrial sphere." And I don't know what Dee did with that information,

but I do know that OTGD ran with it and started assigning all these attributes to the angels, and then you'd summon them for some reason or another. And their attributes were very static and never changed (not like it is today when choosing your own associations for things is encouraged!)

Well, anyway. History rolls on and so forth. Wicca and Trad Witchcraft both adapted this concept for their own uses.

Now Dee's practice resonates with many people: we are echoing his angelic scrying whenever we call on "earth, air, fire, and water" to join us in our magic circle. And now these beings are not usually referred to as Angels but like, primordial nature beings or something.

And the reason people call on earth, air, fire, and water is (presumably and among other things) because it introduces power into your space. So if you've ever seen someone casually reference finding various elemental representations before casting a British-flavored spell, they are more likely than not (knowingly or otherwise) paying homage to John Dee's Enochian angels.

So anyway! In this context, literally, there are spirits Somewhere Else (in the spirit world, in another dimension, etc and whatever). These spirits Somewhere Else are understood to be intimately linked to our terrestrial reality. Not only this, but they are Very Powerful and usually Good Guys (but may be temperamental depending on beliefs).

By representing these terrestrial authorities and/or calling on their presence during spellwork, the practitioner is putting themselves at the center of the known universe (at the point where these four powerful forces meet) and,

not only having these Powerful Terrestrial Authorities in their space but also presumably having some sway over them (either by assuming authority over spirits, or making business deals, or being their friends),

the practitioner puts themselves in a position of having sway over all terrestrial reality (in other words - the entire planet and everything in it).

So once you put yourself into that position, presumably when you say, "I embody this gossip into the air before me," not only is your own will at play, but literally The King of Air and His Numerous Elementals, Subject to Your Desires, have shown up and by their presence and supportive actions are making reality bend to your will!

Which is neat, right?

I'm not super familiar with what Wicca does but as far as I'm aware this is known as calling the Watchtowers. In Traditional Witchcraft this is probably called Compass-Laying. Both of these actions usually take place within a magic circle, which is a delineated space meant to contain all this power and keep it focused in a centralized point.

To uncross a situation and clear personal blockages, one may also open the roads to the spirits and ask them to handle it. Go around and lay a good compass. Ask the elemental lords to clear the way for you in every direction, so that the passage of all things is eased for you in every thing whatsoever. Pay them a good offering for the work.

Of course, if you do not want to open roads to spirits, unblocking and way-clearing spells may be accomplished in many ways, such as with personal cleansing, banishment of specific problems, conjuring of good fortune in specific areas, spirit reparations, petitioning of higher powers, and development of personal protection.

#answered

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eirenical · 1 month

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Writing Patterns

Thanks for the tag, @kingsandbastardz!

List the first sentence of your last 10 AO3 works. (I assume this means the most recent 10?)

Haven't done one of these in a while and they always turn out fun, so thanks for opportunity! :D (All fic links are to their tumblr posts so you can see tags/warnings/ratings/etc. before jumping in if you'd like to read the rest, unless indicated otherwise with an asterisk (*).)

(** means please heed the tags. There are either major archive warnings or common trigger content in these fic.)

Pulling himself from the water was the hardest thing Di Feisheng had ever done; it was harder that escaping the Di Fortress, harder than building the Jinyuan Alliance, harder than any number of things than he had once found difficult. (From the Mud of Adversity, Mysterious Lotus Casebook)

Li Lianhua finds him on the street, orphaned, abandoned, scrounging for scraps, a little ragged, a little worse for wear. (Strays, Mysterious Lotus Casebook)

It's nearly two months after the Bicha poison has been purged from his system before Li Lianhua picks up a sword again. (Accompaniment, Mysterious Lotus Casebook)

You're 15 years old and you hear his name for the first time. (Lightning in a Bottle; Mysterious Lotus Casebook)

It started so small. (Freefall,* DMBJ: The Lost Tomb Reboot)

One step after another, slinking through the shadows, following, always following. (Coming Home,* ** Being Human (UK))

People's Republic of China Marriage Certificate What… the fuck? (A Decent Proposal, DMBJ: The Lost Tomb Reboot)

Zhang Qiling loved dawn. (where you find light, when all grows dark, DMBJ novels: Yucun Biji)

The picnic had been Wu Xie’s idea, as most things were. (Whatever It Takes,** DMBJ novels: Yucun Biji, DMBJ: Ultimate Note)

He blinked his eyes open. Once. Twice. (Composite Events,** DMBJ: novels, Ultimate Note, TLT2)

Bonus: First line of my currently active WiPs

He'd come on like the storm: fast, furious, and unforgiving. (The Donghai Battle Was A Hatefuck fic, MLCB)

"You're lighter than you look." (drunk fic, South Wind Knows)

So... in terms of commonality, I can tell you they all feel like "me" but what exactly I mean by that, I'm not sure? XD Some are long, some very short. POVs differ, but mostly it's 3rd person.

I suppose one commonality between most of them is they tend to just drop you right into the middle of the action? More and more that's a style of storytelling I like. Just dropping people in the middle of a scene and letting them pick up the pieces as they go. That works particularly well for short fic, but I find it's a lot of fun for long fic, too. ^_^

IDK, do you guys see any commonalities?

Tagging, as always, anyone who thinks this looks fun and wants to do it (feel free to tag me if you do!), and specifically @bbcphile, @enechelon, @fixaidea, @difeisheng, @laireshi, @slangerogkatter, @highpriestessofjogan, @mejomonster, @kholran, @lizardrosen, and I am totally blanking on who all my writing friends are so as I said, please consider yourself tagged if you want to do this. ^_^

#writing meme answers #10 first lines meme #eirenical writes things #writing

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kitkatt0430 · 1 year

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One of these days I'm gonna write a fic where Anya moves in to Buffy's house post the wedding that wasn't because Buffy sympathizes more with her than Xander. She knows what its like to love a guy who leaves her a blames her for his own insecurities and have everyone treat her like the problems he hid from her are somehow entirely her fault (the way things crashed and burned with Riley were awful and I don't think I've ever really forgiven the way Xander made things worse with his little speech). She doesn't want Anya to go through that or to at least have someone on her side regardless of how things get framed by everyone else.

So as things with Willow and her magic addiction deteriorates, Anya takes over the house finances because she is good with money and helping Buffy with something she's not good at - handling money - is something she can do to make things easier on the one friend who is standing by her without reservation. And she pushes for Willow and Tara to get jobs because they have been living rent free and yet somehow only Buffy should have a job in that house? When Buffy is likely dealing with so much trauma and depression? Anyway, Anya contributes to the house hold rent and utilities and groceries from the get go and I'd imagine Tara and Willow are at least helping with the groceries. Willow pushes back of course because she never really liked Anya and she's Team Xander whether Xander needs her to be or not and it's the season of extremely poor choices for Willow anyway. Tara either gets a job or talks with Anya about how much the job she does have pays her and the amount of hours she can take on with school and how much she can contribute to the household finances. I can see Anya having the realization that its equitable for those who make more money to contribute more, while those who make less contribute in other ways.

When Willow and Tara break up, Anya campaigns for Tara to stay and not Willow. And while Buffy doesn't want to kick out Willow, she has to consider how Willow's actions affect Dawn's safety. Maybe they convince Xander to get Willow to move in with him for a while? It's a pretty tension filled move and Xander doesn't quite understand what everyone's deal with Willow's magic use is at first - she magics the apartment clean, it's useful stuff right?

It'd wind up being Buffy/Anya at some point. I don't know if I'd just ignore the canon Spuffy or have Spike accept their friends with benefits thing is over - reluctantly, on Spike's part, but also recognizing what Buffy needs isn't really him. Anya wouldn't go back to being a demon because she's got an actual support system, unlike in canon. And Willow going cold turkey on magic is actually addressed as the stop gap measure it is - Willow's real problem is no one taught her to respect magic or recognize the ramifications of the spells she uses, so stopping her use of magic slaps a bandaid on the issue. Sure, she isn't causing problems with her magic now. But the next time they have a problem solved only with magic, then what?

Admittedly, I've only really got general ideas about what would happen and no idea what to do about the trio or what was up with Giles that season or how to have Willow and Xander reconcile with the rest of the Scoobies. I'm not even really sure how to go about writing the first part where Buffy talks Anya into moving in to the Summers house. Especially considering how many people are already cohabitating there...

#buffy the vampire slayer #fanfiction #fic ideas #buffy summers #anya jenkins #buffy x anya

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browniesarethebest · 1 year

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hi umm I really love you're reverse robin fic! please, if you don't mind could you do one where steph either just has a breakdown where she's alone and damian walks in or the thing with black-mask happens (i'm not sure if it happens in your timeline but it happened AGAIN or something? just no kidnapping steph to africa) and damian kinda just being mother-hen because STEPH WONT LIE DOWN? basically just damian being soft/protective big brother to steph, cause your writing makes me want to squeal☺️

Aw thank you, guys! I'm just gonna combine these both since they're so similar if you don't mind.

As the second oldest, Stephanie often felt like she was still fighting to prove herself. The feeling had decreased some over the years as she settled more into the family and gained younger siblings, but it still flared up. Tim liked to bitch about the turbulent start to his and Damian's relationship, but he never seemed to stop and consider her start with the Bats.

Damian definitely didn't like her at first. Back then, it had just been him and Bruce, so when she started crashing their crime scenes and fights with villains, he was pretty pissed off about it. He was always calling her insulting names and actively trying to intimidate her away from the duo, but it never worked. She was used to men trying to intimidate her, and Damian could never discourage her from doing what she thought was right. Her only saving grace at the time, which Steph wouldn't realize until Tim joined up, was that she wasn't living at the Manor—not at first at least.

No, she wouldn't move in until after Cluemaster killed her mother.

By that time, Damian had calmed down some after the whole Joker Junior fiasco. Her mother's death probably had something to do with his more accepting attitude towards her as well. She was just thankful he stopped calling her a harlot and didn't look at her with pity.

It very quickly dawned on Stephanie after she moved in that she was the first female presence in the Manor in a long time.

Sure, Selina came by sometimes and maybe Leslie too when someone needed some serious stitching up. Kate and Diana occasionally stopped by too, but Steph was the only one actually living in the Manor. There were definitely some conversations had that Steph did not want to repeat.

Damian was obviously not the friendly type. He cared, Stephanie eventually figured out. It just took a long time for someone to gain his trust, and even then he still had a weird way of showing he cared. Bruce and Alfred could be pretty closed off too. And so, she ended up taking on a caring role for Tim. She could be there for him in ways that Damian, Bruce, and Alfred just couldn't. She did the same for each child that Bruce eventually took in as well. Damian had opened up a bit more by the time Dick showed up, but it was still up to Stephanie to be the older sibling with open arms.

Stephanie loved all of her siblings so much, but sometimes, it got to be too much. She could only handle so many problems at once, and it wasn't like she had someone in the same role for her. Every time she seriously thought about going to Bruce or Damian with a problem, those old feelings of inferiority would rear their ugly head. She would bottle up all her feelings about every worry and every mistake until she could beat them out of her system. It was like killing two birds with one stone—she could simultaneously improve her fighting skills while also physically releasing her stupid, pent-up emotions.

That was how Damian found her—beating the shit out of training dummies in the Cave. It was long after everyone else had gone to bed, so no one should have been up to bother her. Steph couldn't remember the last time she had slept, and she was pretty sure her ribs were bruised from the fight with Poison Ivy, but none of that mattered. She was in the zone, and she needed to put in at least another two hours before even thinking of potentially stopping.

"What are you doing?"

Stephanie whirled around to find Damian standing at the edge of the training area, arms crossed with an eyebrow raised. Stephanie felt the urge to punch it off his face.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm training, obviously. You starting to lose your sight in your old age, Damian?"

Damian didn't rise to the bait. "You should be asleep. When was the last time you slept?"

Stephanie scoffed, "That's rich coming from you."

Damian's eyebrows furrowed. Stephanie wasn't normally so antagonistic. "What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing is wrong!" Stephanie spun back around to continue beating on the dummy. "Everything is peachy keen and all that bullshit, so just leave like you always do and go back to bed."

"What does that mean?"

"What do you think it means?" Stephanie was getting really tired of talking to Damian. Her punches grew more erratic. "You may seem to give a shit when I'm not all sunshine and rainbows and shit, but you sure as hell don't care enough to actually do anything about it. I'm the one that's supposed to talk everyone through their problems. I'm the one who's gotta be emotionally available because God forbid any of the adults in this house actually act like adults and help the kids when they need it! Bruce tries, sure. And bless Alfred, but even he has his own issues. So it's gotta be me! But where's my help?! Where's the emotional support when I need it?!"

Her next punch was stopped as a hand wrapped around her wrist. Stephanie snarled at Damian, who seemed stunned at the action, and yanked at her wrist, but he refused to let go.

"Is that how you really feel?"

Stephanie was shocked to see genuine concern in the man's eyes and deflated. She hadn't meant to dump all of that on Damian, but she was exhausted, both physically and mentally. She tugged her wrist halfheartedly and let it drop to her side as Damian let go.

"I..." She fought back tears. She refused to cry in front of Damian. She didn't want to see or hear his contempt for weakness. She didn't think she could handle it in her current state.

She jolted in surprise as a hand landed on her shoulder. She stared up in surprise at Damian, whose face was twisted with discomfort.

"You are correct." Damian admitting she was right? Stephanie was sure she'd fall over from all the surprises she was receiving tonight. "We have never considered the position we inadvertently put you in. I was... not a normal child, so I did not expect the care you give to the others, which suited Father just fine. You were already part of our team when Timothy joined us, and you moved in not long after. We did not have time to consider his needs—or the needs of the others—before you swooped in to care for them. We never considered what you needed because we were comfortable the way we operated. That was our mistake."

Damian glanced at the training dummy before looking back at her. "You have nothing to prove to us. You are a formidable warrior, and a valued member of this family. The others love you and would be distressed to know you are hurting yourself in some absurd quest to prove your worth." Damian paused, and Stephanie felt the slightest squeeze from the hand on her shoulder. "Father can be quite dense. Should you need someone to confide in... I am available."

Stephanie was floored. This was not how she was expecting this night to go, but she couldn't deny this was all she ever wanted to hear from her brother. Her eyes shined with fresh tears. "You mean it?"

Damian resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "I would not have said so if I did not."

"Come here, big guy!" Stephanie lunged at the man and wrapped her arms around him.

She could appreciate this for what it was. It had to have taken a lot for Damian to step so widely out of his comfort zone. His arms hung uselessly in the air above her back, but Stephanie didn't mind. Damian had given her a lot tonight. She wouldn't push.

"...You can let go now."

"Shh. We're having a moment."

"...I would like to go back to bed."

"Fine! Fine!" Stephanie let go with a laugh.

They made their way to the elevator in silence. As they ascended, Stephanie could feel a weight lift from her shoulders. She still had some work to do in regard to her insecurities, but this was a big step towards something better for her. The rest would be easy.

When her insecurities reared their ugly head again, Stephanie knew her big brother would be there to catch her.

#reverse batfamily #anon #ask #stephanie brown #damian wayne #reverse robins au #my fic #spoiler #batman #batfamily #robin

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