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Mischief and Angel- Part 4
A/N- Sorry for the delay in this part but my daughter decided to get sick (first time mom and she's only four months old so I was beyond worried) and then she gave it to me. She's fully recovered and back to demanding to be fed every twenty minutes (I swear to God her stomach is an endless pit!) and she's finally down for the night and I finally finished this.
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It's been a week since Stiles and I learned that he was officially a billionaire. No one other than us knows just how much Stiles has but every bill that the Stilinski's have acquired over the years has been paid off and we didn't even have to dip into the savings account. Claudia's life insurance was more than we anticipated, not surprised, she was extremely smart when it came to money. All the bills were paid off with the insurance money and we even had $50 left over.
However, right now we are having a normal night as highschoolers, "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my Go-!"
"Stiles, calm down!"
He looks at me with wide eyes, "Calm down! Y/N, Coach is putting me in the game! I fucking suck. I'm going to fall on my face, hell, maybe I'll actually score and it'll be for the other team!"
I suppress a smile at his antics knowing that he really, truly is an anxious mess, "Stiles, you'll be okay, I promise."
He blinks as he sits down on the bench, "I'm the benchwarmer, why is he letting me play!"
The game starts in ten minutes and it feels like Stiles' anxiety is getting worse. I stand behind him and drape my arms across his padded shoulders, "How about this, you play this game, and you win, I'll give you a nice surprise when we get home."
He perks up slightly and tips his head back to look at me, "Are you trying to bribe me with sex?"
I smirk, "It depends, is it working?"
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I tense up from where I'm sitting in between Mom and Noah as Stiles catches the ball, "Come on Stiles! Run!"
He glances at me before he spins on his heel and takes off down the field. I hold my breath as he sprints down the field and weaves between the other team before throwing the ball into the net and gaining BHHS a point. My jaw drops in amazement at the way he's moving before it clicks, "Oh my God."
Noah and Mom finish their cheering before looking at me, both with questioning looks. I chuckle and brush my hand lightly across my neck where the mating bite is, "He said it made him feel stronger, I guess it gave him the ability to play lacrosse, and look really hot doing it."
Mom laughs while Noah scrunches his nose in distaste, "That's wonderful but can you not talk about Stiles like that in front of us?"
Mom snorts before leaning back to make eye contact with Noah, "Don't loop me into this, I find it sweet how much she fawns over him. Lord knows they've been harboring feelings for each other since they were preteens so it's nice for them to actually say it out loud instead of pining after one another."
I roll my eyes but I haven't taken them off of Stiles' form that is darting across the field and as soon as the game is called, with Beacon Hills High taking home the win, I'm darting off the bleachers and towards Stiles. He takes his helmet off and drops it on the ground to catch me. I launch my body at him before smiling and squealing, "I told you, you could do it!"
He chuckles and kisses my cheek before placing my feet back on the ground, "Yeah you did, now let me go so I can go shower."
I unlatch myself from him and smirk, "And once your done we'll grab some curly fries. You can pay." I send him a playful wink at the last part before darting over to Scott to give him an aggressive hug and a kiss on his cheek to congratulate him.
As Scott rambles on I feel a rush of anger and annoyance hit me full force. I look towards the locker room to see Stiles is stopped and talking to someone, and he is not happy. I ignore Scott and tune into Stiles' conversation with one of the lacrosse players from the other team. "Bet she's one hell of a lay isn't she? Seems like a real kinky chick."
I ignore the fact that he's right about the last part and focus on the fact that the anger I'm feeling turns into full on rage and I can feel his control slipping. I take a deep breath and try and calm him down by relaxing and comforting him through our bond. I smile as he regains control and he shrugs, "Not cool dude. We don't objectify women, especially women who are engaged. Especially not when you just said that to the face of their very pissed off fiancé."
The other dude at least has the decency to cringe and shrink back a little but Stiles continues, "Besides I don't kiss and tell and you'll never find out what she's like, personality or her preferences in bed. I don't usually speak for her because she's a strong independent woman, but she isn't here to defend herself so I'll speak for her this once," Stiles clears his throat before leveling the other player with a glare that could freeze over hell, "Angel would rather poke her eyes out with a toothpick and then dig out her intestines with a spork before she ever did anything with you. Not to mention I'll fucking chop your dick off and shove it down your throat if you so much as look at her again. Did I make my point clear or do you need some more imagery? I have a very detailed imagination I'm sure I could think of something else."
The dude backs up and nods frantically, "Look man, I was just messing around, I had no idea. I swear I won't say anything about her again, I won't even think about her."
Stiles grins and pats the other guy on the shoulder, "Good choice man. I wasn't kidding about that threat so remember that. Now I have to go shower so I can go get dinner with my wonderful fiancée and our wonderful family."
The other dude runs away and Stiles makes eye contact before winking and running towards the locker room. I sigh dreamily before looking at Scott who is glaring at the retreating figure that is still left unnamed.
Scott looks at me before frowning, "Fucking Brad."
I snort before bumping my shoulder against Scott's, "Alright Scotty boy, go get a shower. Once you and Stiles are done we're going to the diner to get some curly fries, Stiles is buying."
He smiles and grabs his gear before running towards the locker room where Stiles had disappeared to a few moments ago.
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I shriek as cold water splashes my back before spinning around to see an amused Stiles. I roll my eyes and cross my arms, "Really?"
He shrugs, "You should have been more aware of your surroundings. What if I was some murderer and wanted you as my next victim."
I roll my eyes again before glaring, "You aren't a threat to me. My senses literally ignore you when it comes to shit like that. Unless you're distressed or overly excited or something, then my senses will react but it's more of a reflex to protect you."
He nods before he grabs my hand, "Cool, I'm hungry. Ready for some of Marie's infamous curly fries?"
I chuckle and nod before glancing at Noah and Mom, "I guess we'll meet you there. Stiles and I have to make a pitstop so you might get there first."
Stiles looks at me in confusion before I drag him across the parking lot to his jeep. When we climb into the jeep he looks at me, "Where are we going?"
I smirk, "The diner, just park in the deserted parking lot behind the building across the street."
He raises and eyebrow before nodding but I can see his suspicion, "Okay."
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As soon as the jeep is in park I take my seatbelt off and turn in my seat to look at Stiles. He's looking right back at me and raises an eyebrow as he asks, "So, why exactly are we in an abandoned parking lot?"
I smirk and lean across the center console so that Stiles and I are nose to nose, "For privacy."
He pulls back slightly with a confused frown, "Why do we need priva-, ohh, y-yeah okay, I get it. Privacy...p-privacy is good."
I smirk as his eyes flutter shut and his head falls back. I increase the pressure of my hand before slipping my hand into the front of his red track pants. He wiggles slightly before moaning as I pull his half hard cock out so that I have easier access.
As I increase the pressure I move my hand along his shaft adding a few wrist flicks every now and then. Stiles' eyes fight to open and stay open but when he makes eye contact his pupils are blown and he's trying to catch his breath, "W-what's this for?"
I smile and place a few kisses along his jawline before pulling back just long enough to answer, "I did tell you that if you won that I'd give you a surprise."
He nods trying to talk before choking on his words when I lick across his mating bite, "Y-ye-ah, but you said when we...when we, fuck, Jes-...shit!"
I bite into the mating bite causing Stiles to shudder and grab my hair in one of his hands before giving it a sharp tug. I moan against his neck before whining when he uses his free hand to press into my mating bite, "N-no...it's gotta be quick. Jus' you."
He nods before moaning again, "Kay 'm close."
I smile and place one more delicate kiss onto his neck before ducking down and swallowing his dick down in one go. I only give him three hard sucks before he thrusts his hips up and his mouth falls open in a silent moan as his cum is shooting down my throat.
After he's come down from his high I pull off with a lurid slurp. I sit back up as I wipe my hand across my chin to stop the little dribble of his cum that escaped.
I tuck him back into his pants and he whines from overstimulation before I cut him off in a kiss. He hums into the kiss before we separate and he asks, "I thought you said the surprise was for when we got home?"
I grin before nodding, "Yeah, but you did so good I had to give you something. That and watching you play tonight really turned me on and I wanted to taste you."
He groans, "Stop, I can't go another round yet. It felt like you were trying to suck my brain out through my dick there for a second."
I chuckle and place a quick kiss to his cheek before sitting back in my seat and putting the window down to help clear the stench of sex out of the jeep, "That just means I was doing my job right. Now head to the diner, and don't worry you still get a surprise when we get home."
He lets out a deep sigh as he shifts slightly and rearranges the front of his pants. I laugh and buckle my seatbelt as I ask, "I thought you couldn't go another round?"
He starts the jeep and throws me a glare, "That was before you made me promises of future sexy times!"
I swat his forearm as he pulls out of the parking lot, "Stop thinking about it before you go from half hard to full on raging boner."
He groans again, "I can't stop thinking about it if you keep talking about it!"
I purse my lips in thought before I bite back a smile, "Think about the dude that was trying to get into my pants earlier."
He throws the jeep in park at the diner before whipping his head to me and growling, "Don't even. I was five seconds away from cutting his balls off and shoving them so far up his ass they were coming out of his mouth."
I coo and cup his face, "Aw, Mischief that's so sweet, I could blow you again right now if we had time."
He leans into my touch and his eyes flutter shut before someone clears their throat.
I squeak at the same time that Stiles shrieks. We turn to look out of the passenger window...that was still down, to see our parents and Scott standing there awkwardly. Well, Scott looks like he's about to vomit but I have a feeling that's from the smell emitting from the jeep.
I leaned forward and gave Stiles a quick peck on the cheek before clearing my throat trying to escape the awkwardness, "Okay, who's hungry for some curly fries?!"
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I steal a fry off of Stiles' plate as he carries on a conversation with Mom and Noah but I'm not quick enough. I pout as Stiles catches my wrist as the fry is five inches from my mouth, "No, you still have half of yours, leave mine alone."
I give him a pouty face and my best puppy eyes, "But yours taste so much better."
He looks at me unimpressed as he pries the fry from my fingers, "That's because you aren't supposed to eat them. Now eat your own fries or ask for some of Scott's."
I huff before I turn to Scott with a wolfish grin. His eyes widen before he grabs his plate and pulls it closer to him, "NO! Eat your own!"
I hold my hands up in surrender as I relax back into the booth, "Alright."
He sighs in relief but I feel Stiles snort beside me because he knows me well enough to know I haven't given up. I wait another minute and finish my last few fries until Scott has relaxed and is taking a drink before I lunge across the table and grab the plate with curly fries on it. I pull it towards me as Scott shrieks, "Y/N! NO!"
He grabs the plate and we wrestle over it as half the diner watches, including everyone that works there. Scott is trying to pry it from my fingers while I try and land a hard blow to his shin. He hisses as I land a solid kick but not enough for him to ease up on his grip, "Stop it! They're mine! Go assault your boyfriend!"
I hear an appalled gasp from beside us before suddenly there's a hand scooping the fries of the plate and moving them to their own plate. We track the hand to find a scowling Stiles who is glaring daggers at Scott, "That's it, no more fries for either of you!"
Scott and I drop the plate at the same time causing a ping to ring throughout the diner. We both look at Stiles scandalized, as I pout, "What?! Why?!"
Scott nods, "Yeah! They were mine to begin with! She's the one that acts like a pig half the time."
I squawk and reach across the table to smack the back of his head as Stiles pushed the plate of fries to Mom, "Here Melissa, you can have them if you want. It's the least I can do for you having to raise these two idiots."
Mom shakes her head with a smile and declines before intently watching us to see what happens.
"IDIOTS?!"
"EXCUSE ME?!"
He turns to both of us with a smirk and snaps his fingers, "Sit."
Scott and I both freeze and sit back down to face Stiles before he gives one nod of approval before pointedly looking at me, "You don't get them because you were terrorizing your brother. I told you to ask, not steal."
I shrink down and glare at the table with my arms crossed as Stiles points at Scott, "And you!"
I look up to see Scott look around slightly scared, "What did I do?!"
Stiles narrows his eyes before grabbing my left hand and slamming it down on the table, "I'm not her boyfriend! I'm her fiancé, get it right or starve."
Scott's mouth dropped open in disbelief as Mom and Noah both cough to hide their laughs, something I don't do. I let out a snicker and go to yell at Scott before a hand clamps over my mouth. I look at Stiles with wide eyes as he frowns, "Zip it before you lose milkshake privileges for a week."
I muffle against his hand in protest and he tsks, "Welp, two weeks."
I squeak and throw him my murder eyes which only causes him to raise an eyebrow, "Three weeks! Want to keep going or are you going to be nice."
I smirk and go to lick his hand but Stiles is quicker, "And I swear to God! If you lick my hand you lose passenger princess rights for a month and Scott gets the passenger seat."
I deflate but Stiles' lips twitch in a smile when he feels my amusement and happiness through the bond. He removes his hand and nods, "Now what do you two says?"
Scott and I both sigh before grumbling, "I'm sorry."
Stiles nods before pushing me the curly fries, "Here you can have the rest I'm full."
I squeeze his arm in a hug as Scott glares and goes to protest before I put the plate in between us, "We can share."
Scott smiles and nods, "Okay."
Stiles looks up to see everyone staring at us and he shrugs, "You do what you gotta do to keep the peace."
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A Match Made in Lab
show: Stranger Things (season 4 spoilers)
pairing: 002!reader x Henry Creel/Vecna/001
summary: when you and Henry escape on the 4th of July and things happen to be a bit... romantic.
a/n: maybe this isn't as smut as you expected, sorry, but it is what I can do as I am a very shy person (I swear!); for those of you who are asking for this fic part 2 stay tuned because it's coming!
tag list: @perssepeony
You were friends. After all, there wasn't much choice for a friendship when you grew up in a lab with only a boy your age and a bunch of scientists. Yes, yes, they hid your existence and gave your number to somebody else, but they did that later because in 1964 Henry Creel was number 001 and you, [y/n] [y/l/n], were number 002, the only subjects in Hawkins National Laboratory.
“So,” he whispered when you two were together doing some recreational activities in the room that later on would be painted and called “the rainbow room”. “I have a plan.”
You looked around, but the guards were too far, close to the doors and the cameras weren't able to catch sound back then.
“Tell me more.”
He smiled beautifully. His hair was growing back again, slower than yours because they kept trying to shave him every month. But you, after four years of tests and buzzcuts, they decided to allow you some growth, at least to the shoulders. Henry had heard some of the female scientists claiming for you, something about “allowing a girl her femininity”.
There was no need for femininity in the lab, you thought but there was no use in saying it.
“I think we can… through the vents,” he said, explaining a plan you two had been trying to achieve from the moment you realized you were allies and not enemies. The word he was not saying was “escape” because if anyone there heard it, you and Henry would be dead.
And so he kept the explanation going, but he only used chess metaphors, for it would be easier to hide the truth.
The next day, you went on as normal, being the perfect children for the doctors. The secret was that at midnight, when security was reduced and the scientists were home, you two would be escaping through a secret passageway Henry had found.
There were flaws to the plan of course. A security guard could not stop you — they were there for the outsiders mostly — but a late-night doctor could if they were fast enough to see you two. Besides, someone would enter your rooms at one a.m. and the alarm would be sounded. So, you two had to be fast all of the time. And the powers needed to be on point because they were your only weapon.
But all your worries didn't matter. Once Henry’s hands were holding yours, nothing could stop you and soon you were out. Out.
In the dark, sure, but still out.
“We did it,” you whispered, for you were still afraid.
Henry looked at you, focusing on your eyes and you felt your hand being squeezed.
But there wasn't much time for nice touches. He said he had used his mind powers to map out the territory, but he wasn't very bright at it, not as good as you, so it took you some time to grasp the reality surrounding and find the best way to civilisation.
“There,” he said, pointing at a gas station. “We'll need to get some clothes if we want to head to town.”
You agreed with him. The store had only one worker, so it was easy to knock him out and get what you two wanted. Henry found himself a white t-shirt and a pair of khaki pants while you got a black white-dotted dress just tight enough.
Once you had finished changing, you handed Henry your gown which he burned, so it could be left with no proof.
“The dress looks nice on you,” he said, looking you up and down. You felt your cheeks turn red. It was a weird feeling.
You had read about it, before the lab and even when in the lab. They allowed you some books, not any title — it had to be approved and “appropriate” — and not all but most of the readings mentioned love. In autobiographies, the scientists would always happily marry a pretty lady and in the fictional ones, the protagonists always had a romantic interest. It was love, they called it. Magical, unique and beautiful.
But when stuck at the lab it never felt like that could happen to you. Of course, Henry was there, and he cheered you up just enough to survive, but the place wasn't a romantic one. Besides, you feared he did not know what love was. He always mocked your readings and had no interest in them, and he lived in the outside world even less than you had. He got in the lab in 1959 and you in 1960.
He reached for your hand as you made your way out of the gas station and headed to Hawkins. It was a long walk but you two managed because of adrenaline, excitement and the chance to have real unsupervised conversations.
“Look,” you said, “the city looks bright for midnight.”
Henry looked straight ahead, seeing the town that suddenly appeared and it indeed looked rather lighter.
“Perhaps today is a festival?”
Your question remained unanswered until you two reached downtown, where the party was loud and full. You even felt undressed compared to all the men and women, fancily dressed.
“Fourth of July,” pointed out Henry, answering your question as he looked at the big flag being waved by a white man of large bones.
You knew when you were younger your parents used to celebrate it, but there was no memory of the happiness you were seeing (and suddenly feeling as well) around.
“Come on,” he tightened his grasp in your left hand, “let’s get some hotdogs before they stop selling them.”
“Henry,” you couldn’t help but smile. “We have no money.”
“No, but we have you,” he smiled too. “And who’s best at implementing memories in people’s minds?”
Again, your cheeks reddened.
“I mean, it’s not like I have competition,” you said, jokingly for he had been practising the arts of the mind as well but he was not half as good as you.
He pretended to be offended but laughed it off.
The night was like that: funny and silly moments of you two, while you watched the whole of Hawkins celebrations and sooner than you’d like, people were going back to their homes and most of the lights were out.
“We should get out of here now,” Henry said, getting up from the sidewalk where you two were sitting. “The lights are out and now we’re easily found.”
You stared down at your feet. You were so tired. After putting the guards to sleep and having to do so much walking, your legs hurt and so did your mind. You looked up again, back at Henry, with pity eyes.
“Can’t we find a place to stay? For the night?”
He wasn’t gonna say yes. It was dangerous and reckless. At that hour of almost dawn, the alarm was probably already on and people probably were hunting them down, he was sure. But he understood her point and he only wanted to make her happy.
Henry knew he didn’t deserve to get out of the lab and he was fine staying there, but you didn’t deserve it. You didn’t deserve the life of a rat.
“Ok,” he sighed. “But it has to be a quick sleep. Four hours top.”
You agreed with a nod and grabbed his hand. You knew he would find a place for you to stay so you just let him do the job. He liked to use his powers, way more than you.
When the place was found, both of you had to settle down on a bed made of cardboard and some torn cloth, as it was the only thing available in the back of a practically abandoned factory.
You turned from side to side, unable to close your eyes. Even if the discomfort was great, it wasn’t the lack of a pillow that kept you awake.
It was him.
Henry was your best and only friend, so you guys used to hang out in the lab together, but everything looked different outside of it. There, on the cardboard bed, he was no longer 001 and you were no longer 002. Somehow, the dynamic seemed to be that of a boy and a girl, and at least your hormones seemed to be in full bloom.
You turned around to face him. Even though his eyes were closed, you knew he wasn’t sleeping. His back was against the weathered wall of the factory, and he was leaning his head forward. He looked like he was sleeping, but you were smarter than that.
“Henry?” you whispered.
He opened his eyes in your direction.
“Sleep, [y/n].”
You pressed your lips together and didn’t respond. But you didn’t sleep either.
“Just say it,” he said, sighing. “Say what you want to say, [y/n].”
“It’s actually something I wanna do,” you said, getting your back up from the floor. “I saw a couple doing it and… and I wanted to test it.”
“It’s not dancing, is it? I’m not going to dance right now,” Henry said, in a serious tone, but you knew he was joking.
You looked at him through your eyebrows, a look of compassion, but also of seduction, or at least, that’s how you felt when you faced him before doing what you wanted and feared.
Henry swallowed hard. Nothing in his body indicated that he knew what you were about to do—after all, he didn’t open his arms to wait for you—but perhaps something natural and instinctive asked him to stay alert. He looked at you, his brows furrowed and his lips slightly parted.
You took a deep breath before pushing yourself forward and touching your lips to his. You’ve never done this before, and perhaps you both never would’ve if you hadn’t escaped the lab.
It was just a brush of lips, an invitation. Then you pulled away, lowering your gaze to your lap. In yourself, a feeling of accomplishment but also of shame. What if he didn’t want that? What if it had been horrible for him?
“I don’t…” you started to say, but you didn’t have the chance to finish, because Henry’s lips had come back to meet yours; this time with more passion, more desire and more force.
He was pressing all of him against you, and from then on everything seemed to happen driven by lust and instinct. You didn’t really know what you were doing, as it was both his and your first time and you didn’t have access to much of that content.
It certainly shouldn’t look pretty to an outsider, but it was incredible to Henry, who felt a tightening of pleasure from his lips to his legs, almost electrifying. It’s better than good, you thought, as he nibbled on your lip, forcing you to open them. His tongue slowly entered your mouth, searching for your own tongue.
Needing some support, your hands reached for the back of Henry's neck, and stayed there, as your fingers tangled in his blond hair, which grew soft.
Both of your breaths were heavy and you both needed a few seconds apart to recover. Somehow, even though you were exasperated, you weren't tired — on the contrary, you were awake; your whole body and hair were.
The kisses and caresses continued, and you tested a kiss on each other’s neck, a caress beyond the bend of the waist. It was no longer cold, and suddenly you were overcome by the need to remove your clothes. The little skin that was in contact was insufficient for the size of the desire you both felt. You just knew you needed more.
“I need you to kiss me,” you told him breathlessly.
He smiled, pulling away from the crook of her neck. “I’m kissing you,” he said.
“Yes, but…” you sighed, mortified. “I need you to kiss me somewhere else.”
Henry looked up to meet his, and he frowned.
“A bit… lower,” you cleared your throat.
He smirked and obeyed, lowering his lips to your cleavage and after a few sighs of yours, he lowered even more. But he didn’t stop at your belly. Oh, no. Now that the dress was gone, he kissed you in a secret place, one that only the female doctors (and yourself) had seen before.
It just felt natural.
Your hand reached for his member, a part of him that your anatomy lessons at the lab were not enough to teach you the power it had. It was different from the few things they shared. It was hard and big, and well, very interesting to look at. You just wanted to touch and when you did it, Henry let out a groan.
“What are you doing?” he asked, but there was no anger in his voice. He seemed to be hanging by a thread.
“I’m touching you,” you answered, biting your lip.
“You don’t have to just because I’m kissing you,” he said.
Oh, you thought; maybe he did know more about “this” than you. Had he been reading different books? Were the scientists teaching him different things they were teaching you just because he was a boy?
Or had he learned that with his father, back when he was just 11 and a good family boy?
“I want to,” you said, hardening your grasp on his member.
He gulped. “Okay,” he let out, before closing his eyes and tilting his head back.
You didn’t do much, for you didn’t know how to do much.
At some point, you felt very open, both bodily and mentally, so you just asked him, “Henry? There’s more than this, isn’t there?”
He stared at you. “Yes.”
You liked him because he never lied to you.
“Can you show me?”
“I’ve never done it before,” he said. “I haven’t even kissed anyone before. You are my first, [y/n], you know that, right?”
You nodded.
“I can do it, but it might hurt you. It was what I learned in bio class anyway.”
You tilted your head. “So we had separated lessons.”
He smiled, with pity. he knew you liked to learn. “They said they weren’t classes for the ladies.”
You rolled your eyes, jokingly, and he giggled, hiding his face at the crook of your neck. You passed your hands through his hair.
“Now?” you suggested, in a whisper filled with desire.
His hands were everywhere, his fingers on your skin, his leg nudging its way between yours. He was pulling you closer, rolling you on top of him as he slid onto his back. His hands were on your bottom, drawing you so tightly against him that the proof of his desire burned itself into your skin. You gasped at the intimacy of it all, but you couldn’t do much because his lips were back kissing yours.
His mouth moved to your ear, then to your throat, and you arched beneath him as if you could somehow curve your body closer to his. There wasn’t a manual available, so you were kind of lost in what to do, but there was no way you could have remained motionless, no way you could have stopped your legs from wrapping around his. Whatever this was, building inside of you —this tension, this desire—it needed release, and you were starting to grow impatient for the moment. You wondered if it was the same for Henry.
He pushed forward, just an inch or so, but it felt like you were swallowing him whole. Henry’s hips began to move, unable to remain still when he was so obviously near to a climax. You looked like an angel beneath him, and every time you grasped and gasped, he felt closer to heaven, even if he did not deserve it. He finally let himself go and gave in to the overwhelming desire surging through his blood.
“You are beautiful, [y/n],” he whispered as if only then he recalled he could speak.
You smiled.
And then it came. A sound from your lips, sweeter than anything ever to touch his ears. You cried out his name as your entire body tensed in pleasure, and he came right after, for you two were such a match that it didn’t even need to be rehearsed.
“It didn’t hurt,” you said, suddenly overwhelmed. “It was good.”
He smiled.
“It was good for me too.”
For a minute there was silence, and neither of you spoke, for your chests were rising and falling too fast, and the bliss of being in each other’s arms was enough.
You didn’t even realise when you fell asleep until you woke up.
You were in his arms, but it was easy to get up. Your heart raced as it realised what was happening. There were lights everywhere, and even though there was nobody over you, you felt like you were surrounded.
“Henry,” you nudged him. “Henry, wake up.”
But he didn’t hear you.
“Henry, wake up!”
You pushed him.
“Come on, Henry now’s not the time.”
When you heard sounds — people, probably your doctors coming closer — you decided to use your powers on his mind, to see if you could wake him up from his subconscious.
“Wake up, Henry, please,” you prayed, but there was no reply. He wasn’t dead, you could feel his heart and breath, but for some reason, he could not wake up. Had he been using his powers to cover you two before he fell asleep? That could explain his tiredness and inability to wake.
Deciding he wasn’t gonna wake up, you tried to get him up with your own strength, but you were never much strong. Neither of you was. You tried, oh, God, you tried, but he didn’t wake and he didn’t move.
You grasped your dress. It was too late to come up with a plan. You could hear Dr Brenner loud and clear. if you escaped alone, maybe you could make it.“I love you, Henry,” you whispered in his mind and then you left, running for your life and your freedom.
#jamie campbell bower#henry creel#vecna#stranger things#stranger things fic#henry creel x reader#peter ballard x reader#Peter ballard#vecna x reader#fanfic#smut#Peter ballard smut#Henry creel smut#001#001 x reader#number 001
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Within the limits (Ben Chilwell x Jenson Button x OC) Chapter 4
warnings: minors dni, 18+, sexual themes, angst and a hint of fluff
author's note: here is the debate: I still don't know who Chelsea is gonna end up with (spoiler, its gonna be mason, jk no)
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"She's good, isn't she?" Mason nudged me while my eyes were still fixed on Chelsea's figure. She was looking nervous and anxious when this Jenson guy came up to us. Should I have intervened anyhow? Help her?
"She seems very friendly and sweet. Can't create a full opinion about someone I barely know, but I feel like we will get along." Last night before we came here, I was watching clips of her with Gary and Micah, fully blown away with her wit and knowledge when it comes to football. Doesn't act like a 'know-it-all', willing to listen to new opinions, knows her fair share of interesting statistics and facts.
"Trust me, you'll love her. Very reliable and sensible woman." Mason praises her into my eyes, although it's not very necessary given that she has made an incredible first impression.
Chelsea walks away from Jenson back to us with a worried look on her face that is trying to hide under a faint smile. How can someone switch her mood this badly? What is he to her anyway?
“So, have you been enjoying the tour? Am I a good guide?” Chelsea asks shyly and ready for her next move.
“Very much. On both levels!” I say to her, with an incredibly high pitched voice that causes Mason to giggle.
“Glad to hear. Because I need to have the same momentum for the next two years!” Suddenly her smile becomes insanely real compared to the pity one she had to pretend.
“No doubts that you won’t have the same energy and passion for football like you do for Formula One. Plus, our league is getting bigger and bigger.” Mason winks and caresses Chelsea’s arm softly, which kinda stung me, metaphorically speaking.
"Oh what? Did Jude Bellingham sign for Liverpool after being a few months at Real Madrid?" both of the guys roll their eyes at my comment.
"How does he do that? Getting the girls on and off pitch." Mason clicks his teeth annoyed.
"He's not my type, if that's what you suggest. And he's more than welcome to stay at Madrid for the Spanish girls."
"So what's your type? Any chance you take applicants?" Mason cheekily says eyeing Ben whose face had turned into a deep red color.
"Don't get ahead of yourself Mount." I am not gonna lie, Mason is very handsome but he is not the type of guy I would normally be attracted to. On the other hand Ben has a unique type of handsomeness. One look at him and suddenly my heart beats faster. I want to be held hostage by his eyes and the way he looks at me.
"Shall we head back to the garage? Do you guys remember the way back? Lando needs to show you the set up and I need to go back to my team for the pre-race show. But I will see you during the grid walk."
"Oh yeah, we do. Thank you Chelsea for the tour. We'll see you soon." Ben smiles and says in quite a rush, patting Mason on the back, who is clearly giving him dirty looks.
I waved both of them goodbye and made my way towards the Sky Sports team who was getting ready to go live in a few minutes for the pre-race action. Natalie, Martin and Jenson were there all reading their notes and discussing with one another.
"Look what the cat dragged out of the bag. What's up missy?" Natalie says, taking me into a hug. I simply adore this woman.
"Had to give the paddock tour to some footballers, England internationals and friends of Lando." I say in the most ignorant way so Jenson doesn't get too offended by my descriptions of them.
To my disadvantage, Jenson's look rises and winks playfully at me. I feel butterflies whenever he gives me the lowed look, fuck him. Well, that's what I will be doing after the race, that's for sure.
"Meeting your new colleges I see. Aren't we enough?" Martin cheekily replies and I respond with a pout, acting as if I was offended by his comment.
"No one can replace you. Two years will go with a blink of an eye." I say while putting on my headset while Jenson coughs loudly.
"Don't worry Martin. I will make sure she won't replace us." Jenson blurts out, knowing very well that this has a second meaning besides the response to Martin. Bastard.
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Trying to avoid Ben and Mason was extremely difficult during the grid walk, despite it being the messiest part of the pre-race show. I tried to get my way into the pitlane with Ted but unsuccessfully.
Jenson was stuck with me through the entire time of the show, not letting go of my hand once. Well, only in front of the cameras or a few celebrities. Whenever I tried to switch my microphone hands, he could hold on to something else that I was wearing or was on me.
At some point he even tried to touch my ass, but I slapped his hand away the moment I felt his hand ghosting over my skirt. He has never acted so clingy before. Worst part is, when I looked behind to remove Jenson's hand from myself, Ben and I'd eyes locked and I turned more red than a tomato. Why? He gave a worried look and mouthed to me if I needed help but I gave him a thumbs up to reassure him that I am okay.
After that, Mason and his eyes were scanning me and Jenson the entire time, worried that he may do something like that again and prevent it as soon as possible. I couldn't possible explain to them the reason this was happening because then god knows what they'll think of me. Or even Jenson.
Thankfully the torturing part was over and Jenson headed back to the commentary box along with Nico and Crofty, as I made my way back to the pitlane followed with my huge headset and loads of notes.
It certainly was a race weekend to forget regarding the second hand embarrassment I felt but I enjoyed meeting Ben and seeing Mason again. An even better part of this race weekend was Lando getting his first victory of the season at his home Grand Prix with Lewis following in second and George in third. A full British podium.
After the post-race interviews finished, I rushed into my car and got into the drivers seat, before Jenson would steal it once again. The moment I shut my door, there was a knock on the window.
"Scoot over darling. I am in charge." Jenson eyes me and opens the driver's door.
"After how you behaved today? I don't think so sir." It ticks him so badly being called 'sir' so I believe it was very fitting at the moment.
"I hope you learn from your mistakes next time." He rolls his eyes and climbs into the car, at the passenger's seat next to me. Whenever Jenson says something like that, I tend to regret my actions. This time and especially with what has happened, I fear even more.
We decided to book a hotel closer to the circuit which thankfully means less driving for me now but more for when I have to drive back all the way to Manchester.
Silence is filling the room, with only soft music disrupting the peace. I don't really mind the quietness but clearly Jenson does and decides to take matters into his own hands.
As I am trying to focus on the road, Jenson's hand gets ahold on my thigh which is showing more than it should, caressing it softly on the inner part. I don't remove his hand, supposedly thinking it's innocent and nothing more.
The hand's movements become more fragile for my skin as his touch is sending shivers down my spine. His fingers are playing with the lace of my underwear, stretching them until you hear the cracks of the fabric.
"Jenson please" is all I manage to say as I am being caught off guard with fingers softly drawing circles around my wetness and lightly sliding them inside me.
"Please what, baby?" he coos inside my ear and I am unable to even phrase a proper word. He has a ridiculously big effect on me, something I hate myself for.
"G-give me, f-f-five min-nutes." I barely say as his fingers are being buried deeper with faster movements inside my pussy, causing it to throb and ache. Oh my god.
"Your time is over. It's time to play with my favourite toy." I gulp hardly and bite my lower lip, trying to hold the steering wheel as steady as possible. Jenson's free arm assist me with driving, something that surprises me, given he can make me finish and drive at the same time.
It doesn't take more than two minutes when I finally pull in front of the hotel and I feel Jenson's fingers free my pussy. I look at him with a fully flushed face and a smirk is being drawn on his lips. He will be the death of me.
"Take off your panties and give them to me. Pretend like everything is fine even though you feel the ache that my fingers have caused you." he commands and like the girl in love that I am, I oblige.
The wait until we finally reach the room is unbearable. I try to walk as shamelessly as possible, acting like nothing is going on underneath me. My panties are stuffed on Jenson's pocket, placed there very carefully as if he isn't in possession of anything.
Once the door unlocks, he shuts its loudly and pushes me against, his lips all over mine, kissing me as if we hadn't touched since forever. He is hungry. I know he loves me but the way he is acting now shows possessiveness and jealousy.
"You are mine and only mine sweetheart." He gasps for air before smashing onto my neck, sucking it violently, as his hands are busy trying to undo my bra. Once he finally manages to clip it off, his fingers toy with my hardened nipples and instantly earns a moan from me.
"I need you Jense." I breathe out and move my hands on his chest, undressing him from the polo that was blocking my favourite view. Jenson's body was built like he was a fucking god. He may be 43 but he looks better than any guy my age would.
"Jump" he commands once more and I wrap my legs around his waist. My body is thrown on top of the bed and with his firm arms, Jenson spreads my legs wide, revealing my throbbing and needy pussy, whilst he is unbuckling his pants, revealing an equally hardened erection.
He is standing in front of me, full blown naked and I feel like I have lost my senses. Goddamn he is stupidly handsome and I am glad to be under his mercy. I feel vulnerable under his sight and like he is about to feast, he climbs on top of me, scanning my body from head to toe.
"Oh my innocent baby. I will try to play nice, despite how much I want to fuck you raw." He growls and flicks his tongue over my pussy, causing me to groan loudly.
"Who said I wanted you to play nice?" I say in a low manner, with the neediness apparent in my voice.
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Clementine x gn!reader
Part 1
Author's note: I wanted to write a short Clementine oneshot for myself but it turned into a 4k fic(for now). I felt that it would be a shame to leave a story that long for just me to read so I decided to post it here. I'm not a professional and wrote it just for fun so it's probably messy, also tried to make the reader gender neutral. English is not my first language so sorry for all the mistakes.
Since it's so long (and ending is in writing) I will post it in maybe two or three parts.
Warnings: Swearing and spoilers for season 3 and season 4
Word count: 1325
I don't remember much from when the apocalypse started.
It was just a normal week. Eating breakfast, watching cartoons, and playing with my best friend.
I would give anything for it all to go back to the way it used to be.
But then again, it's been 9 years since it started. I don't think it's gonna end anytime soon. Maybe it was destined to happen. Like the stone era, ice age...
Or maybe I'm just saying that to make myself feel better. A hope that it will all go back to normal. Where you don't see people eating, killing, and betraying each other.
That's all we have left in this fucked up world.
Hope.
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"Can you remind me again why I'm going?"
It was too late for this shit.
Everyone let out a tired sigh.
"What? Do you think I know the way to this mysterious place or something?"
"Didn't you say that you used to visit someone in West Virginia? You can help us find our way around there." David said.
"Well yeah, my uncle but how the fuck does that help? I don't suppose your friends now live in my uncle's house do they?" (Name) sassed at him.
Javier placed a map in front of them.
"Do you at least know the area or a town that you used to go to?"
(Name) took a look at the map. They couldn't remember what the city was called but maybe if they saw a name it could refresh their memory.
"Here." They point to Morgantown "He wasn't from there but I remember we went there with him."
Javier nodded. "Ok, so we go to Morgantown, then find the river from there and follow it until it leads us to the school."
"Can someone please explain what's happening and why we're going to a school by the river?" (Name) asked while yawning.
"And why Gabe's going with us?"
Gabe gave them a side glare.
"I got some info from people we captured. Asked for some information about their community, 'The Delta'.
They told us most of their soldiers are kids who were stolen and trained." Javier began.
"What kind of a sick fuck would do that?" Kate shook her head.
"We were also told one of their lieutenants was having trouble with a community that consists of teenagers. Said she got defeated by them but is planning on attacking them again with more soldiers." Javier explained.
David took over. "We know the communities leader and owe her so we thought we could go there and see what's the situation. If needed we could get more backup and help them." (Name) hummed and looked at Gabe for explanation.
"Gabe wants to go because when this leader was here he had a huge crush on her," Kate added.
They looked at Gabe and awed.
"That's so cute." "Fuck off."
They chuckled and looked at Javi "So when are we going?"
"Tomorrow morning, as soon as the sun rises. It's a long journey." Tripp finally spoke up.
"And who else is going?"
"David and me, Gabe, you, and Tripp," Javi says. "Ava is gonna lead with Kate while we're gone."
(Name) sighed. "Well okay then. I'm going back to bed to prepare for tomorrow. Wake me up in the morning will you?"
"Maybe we'll forget to." Gabe said.
They chuckled "Nah, I wanna annoy you during the trip so I'll be sure to wake up. Good night everyone."
They said their good nights and went back to planning for tomorrow's trip.
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As soon as the sun rose, the group was up on their feet, getting everything they needed and preparing to leave.
Javier gave instructions to Kate and Ava and with that, the group set out on the road. It was gonna be a long trip.
Tripp did the math and said that they should arrive there in 5 days, including all the stops they make.
(Name) wasn't pleased with that information. Hearing Gabe whine for 5 days wasn't exactly how they intended to spend their time.
But then again they owed Javi. He accepted them into their community and his family when they had nobody.
They can't say no to him.
Plus it would be nice to meet the kids who managed to beat 'the Delta' lieutenants' ass on their own. They must be so cool.
(Name) wasn't exactly a skilled fighter. They mostly ran and hid, trying not to engage any Muertos. David did teach them how to handle a gun but that was it. No way they could fight a Delta army.
They were snapped out of their thoughts by...Gabe's whining.
"It's going to take us 5 days to get there?!" (Name) groaned.
Tripp looked at him. "Look kid, if you're going to complain all the time you can go back."
"I agree with Tripp. Why don't you go back Gabe." They smirked at him.
"No way! I wanna see Clementine!"
Clementine huh? That name sounds familiar...oh right!
"Aww, her name is Clementine? Are you gonna serenade her when we get there?"
"That is actually a great idea (Name). You could woo her with your singing talents Gabe." David said sarcastically.
He rolled his eyes at his dad's teasing.
"Yeah, come on I'll even help you practice."
They cleared their throat.
"Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine~" Everyone chuckled while Gabe was looking at them unamused.
"You are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry, Clementine~"
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5 days passed pretty quickly.
(Name) tried to keep everyone entertained and messed with Gabe the whole time so it wasn't dull.
It was important for him to be prepared to sing his heart out.
Luckily the group didn't encounter many Muertos along the way. Few single ones here or there, and some tiny groups.
They thought it was the perfect time to throw in a dad joke.
"Hey, guys why do Muertos group in three? Because they can't even."
Only Gabe didn't laugh so (Name) felt accomplished.
When they arrived in Morgantown (Name) couldn't believe the state it was in. It was unrecognizable. They quickly passed it, avoiding Muertos, and went on their way to find the river.
When they did find it, (Name) suggested they take a small break. They took their chance and threw Gabe in it, much to his dislike.
They followed the smaller river that split into the forest because Javi said the soldiers mentioned the school was in the forest so luckily they were going in the right direction.
Now it was (Name) who whined.
"I hope we're close. My ass hurts." They pouted.
"Who is whining now?" "At least I'm whining after 5 days. You whined after like, few hours, so please, shut up."
They kept bickering until David shushed them. "Be quiet."
The group fell silent. Then a gunshot fired.
"EVERYONE DOWN!"
They all got down from the horses and hid behind trees.
(Name) took their gun out. This sucked.
"I would surrender if I were you. You're outnumbered." A male voice shouted.
"And let you kill us? No way." David shouted back.
"Have it your way then."
Multiple shots were being fired. (Name)'s head was ringing from them, not used to it.
"(Name) get the horses! Follow the river and send backup!"
They nodded and whistled. Horses were still spooked by the gunshots.
They took a deep breath and made a run for it.
They didn't get far when they felt a sharp pain in their abdomen.
(Name) quickly put their hands on the spot that burned and dropped to their knees. Their head was ringing.
They couldn't hear anything but muffled voices and loud gunshots.
Someone was shaking them and then they felt someone pick them up. Their eyes felt so heavy, it was too hard to open them so they didn't. They felt tired.
(Name) knew they probably shouldn't, but the pain was unbearable, so they let sleep take over.
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What if... Five finds someone who's just like his father? pt.2
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Should I say that Reginald is a shitty dad? And meeting someone like him is MUCH worse. Let's be honest, all Hargreeves siblings have daddy issues. With Five, this is also expressed by the fact that he does not mind acting as someone's father figure himself.
Of course, he thinks it's fucking weird when it's one of his adopted siblings, but to people who are not related to him in "family" way , it's a completely different matter. But let's go back to the main subject, shall we?
“Told you so.”
Five froze in place. Every muscle in his body tenses when he hears this. He lived for 40 fucking years in the apocalypse, afraid that his father would tell him that. And now some little brat is going to try and challenge him?
Who are you to even say that to him? You haven't even lived a fucking half to be better than him. Do you think he will cry and beg for affection? You clearly underestimate him.
He grabs you by the throat, his hand squeezing tightly, threatening to either break your neck or strangle you soon. He's done it many times, you'll just be another one. He just needs to get rid of you and try to live like a normal person for the... second time.
But why aren't you afraid? You have to beg him or break out, why don't you fucking fight back?! Stop smiling, stop showing your sly smile like you know what you're doing. Like you know everything about him.
“Five? What the hell are you doing?!”
“Leave them alone, fuck-”
“Are you insane?! Get off them!”
...What? Is that some joke? Please, tell him it is because he feels like he's almost loosing his mind right now.
You calmly look into his eyes, but there is no smile on your face. You just look at him without a shred of fear or concern, it's almost like you're...disappointed.
Wait, no, no, no, no, NO.
He slowly releases you and looks around. He sees the frightened and disappointed looks of his family. They don't understand the problem of why Five treats you this way. You were very nice to them, you're their friend, so why did Five attack you?
“No, no, Ben, chill, Five is just, uh- jealous or something, and he's that age y'know? Rebellious.”
Are they joking on him? He's fucking older than all of them, what "age" are they talking about? Why are they protecting you? It's only your fault that he reacted this way, they should be on his side, not YOURS. Don't they know what their father was like?
You fix your academic uniform like nothing happened. You smile at them trying to let them know that you're fine while their worried figures circle around you.
“Are you hurt?”
“Tell us if he hurt you, seriously, and we'll deal with this kid.”
“Poor thing...”
You were surrounded by care and attention while Five stood aside. He didn't know what to do. He hated you for forcing him to be where he is right now. You get on his nerves and you should pay for it.
His eyes are fixed on you again. His heart beats faster in his chest and his breathing is unsteady. You look at him, smiling just like for the first time he tries to strangle you. And for a moment, he feels like he wants to do that again, if only you would continue to smile at him like that.
Only for him.
#five hargreaves x reader#five hargreeves#yandere five hargreeves#yandere five hargreeves x reader#yandere x reader
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OK, there are a bunch of other buildings in this area that will definitely need checked out, but for right now, let's go back into the House of Healing, because we need to avenge Arabella's parents and also maybe find something relating to the whole Thaniel business.
There's another of the creepy undead nurses in the front hall; she looked Hector over and then decided he was "not so well, but well enough to wait" and instructed him to "join the line."
There is, to be clear, no line, and the place is incredibly empty.
Hector then had a series of potential options, each slightly more amusing than the last, for deceiving the nurse, the ultimate goal being to get in to see the doctor - presumably Malus:
My favorite part is that #4 isn't deception. I guess at this point it can be safely assumed Hector is feeling pretty fucked up internally. :P
The monk line is tempting but as we know, Hector never defaults to deception, so we'll go with the persuasion one.
"Wait! My wounds may not be visible on the outside, but I still need help!"
Narrator: There's a hint of recognition in her eyes as she studies you.
(Her eyes are covered, game. What is going on with the writing in this section? :P )
"The unseen wounds of war. The doctor's hand will close them. Down to the theater. Be swift. Be saved."
Huh. I think Hector is as surprised as anyone that that worked.
OK, on into the theater, where Malus is still saying creepy and unsettling things over the body of someone who is, astonishingly, not dead but looks like he might be soon:
In we go!
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"The objective of the scalpel, sisters, is to soothe," Malus Thorm is saying in a slow, even tone as Hector and his companions approach. "For the scalpel, indeed, is an extension of Shar..."
His voice is mellow, almost soothing, but his appearance is anything but. It seems at a glance as if he was once an elf - a drow, perhaps - but his body is mutilated almost beyond recognition. His arms from the elbow down have been replaced by horrifying mechanical claws tipped with delicately-pointed scalpels. His legs, too, have been replaced at the knee with an repellant combination of flesh and metal, extending the limbs to almost twice their normal length.
His eyes are covered by a set of goggles wrapped around his head, masking his gaze, and on his forehead sits a strange dark mirror. His skin is scarred and pockmarked and inlaid with a design of what appears to be gold filigree burned into his flesh.
His voice rings with madness and his clothes, once fine, are stained with blood.
"See," he croons, "how the patient reacts when I but stroke the right nerve. Hear its comfort. Hear the very melody of mercy..."
He draws one of the scalpel-claws across the ripped, ragged skin of the human man bound on the operating table. The man whimpers miserably, too exhausted to scream, his bloodsoaked features contorting with pain.
Malus turns his head, surveying one of the swaying undead nurses next to him. "Pray, sister," he says mildly, as if directing a child in a minor bit school exercise. "Show us the extent of your beneficence."
The nurse lurches forward, her rigor-mortis grip tight around the hilt of a small surgical knife. With a clumsy slash, she sinks it into the "patient's" belly. The man mewls and squirms weakly as it scores a deep red line through his flesh.
"Stop!" Malus bellows. The nurse draws back at once, pulling the knife from the wound. "Stay your hand," the mad doctor continues, his voice at once returning to its original calm, even rhythm. "For it slaps where it should stroke. We can hardly hear the patient's sighs of solace..." A slight pause. Then he smirks. "Perhaps it is our unexpected audience that makes you quiver..."
He turns slowly on those strange, gangly legs, looking down at Hector standing in the doorway of the surgical theater.
"Come!" the doctor cries, his tone horribly jovial. "Step forward! You are no sister, but that matters none. Every student is welcome."
It is taking all of Hector's self-discipline not to be sick on the floor. The place reeks of blood and viscera and the abject cruelty on display is abhorrent. Surely even Shar does not indulge such atrocity.
How many servants of Selune have lain under this man's blade? How many has he tortured and bled out, mocking them with his madness?
Did Komira and Locke die in this room?
His arms are crossed tight on his chest, his fingers curled into fists; his jaw trembles with how tightly it is clenched.
"You will stop this sick spectacle at once," he says, each word cold as ice through clenched teeth. At his side, he sees Karlach give him a sharp sideways glance; she has never seen him quite so visibly disgusted and angry.
"Sick?" Malus smiles brightly, the blankness of his goggles lending an even more maniacal air to the words. "Quite. But on the cusp of a cure..."
"Absence..." murmurs one of the nurses, as if responding to a litany.
"Absence..." Malus agrees softly. He turns to look again at his "patient," and raises one of his clawed mechanical hands. "No other word captures the heart of Shar so perfectly...it is the scalpel-led journey from pain...to peace..."
Punctuating each word, he stabs downward twice. The man has no voice left to cry out, but writhes in agony as blood pours from his emptied eye sockets.
"A stinging truth..." Shadowheart murmurs unsteadily. "But...a truth nevertheless..."
She is lucky, perhaps, that there is a greater threat to be concerned with here, or he would absolutely turn and lash out at her for that. A sudden incandescent rage is rising in Hector's chest - fueled in part by everything he has been forced to participate in, walking through temples and altars and corrupted fields of his goddess's enemy, but set to light but the brutality that is now before him. He has stood by Shadowheart as an ally in suffering, but if she can see what he sees here and condone it, there is no hope for her.
Were he calmer, perhaps he would hear the halting tone in her voice, the struggle to speak, just as Lae'zel struggled for words as she saw Vlaakith's power crumbling away. But he is hearing nothing but his own fury now, and his eyes are fixed on Malus as if they could burn a hole through his blasphemous skull.
"See?" Malus crows gleefully, entirely unaware of the drama playing out before him. "What is the light of eyes but the cancer that causes one to witness the laceration of being?" He steps forward off the surgical platform with lithe, alien steps, closing the distance between himself and Hector eagerly. "If light is the symptom, then darkness is the cure, for in light there is presence, but in darkness there is absence."
"In light is presence...in darkness absence..." the nurses intone in response.
"But you..." Malus comes to a halt in front of Hector and presses the tips of his clawed arm against his chest. "Look," he sneers, "how the succour of Shar eludes you. See how painfully *present* you remain..."
He twists the mechanical hand so it lifts, draws ever-so-gently along Hector's cheek. "We do not wish to see you suffer so," he croons. "Let us cure you..."
Perhaps, were he a stronger man, he would continue to speak with this abomination - call on Selune and his own hard-won knowledge to find a way to learn what they came here to learn, something of Thaniel or Zevlor or Ketheric...
But in this moment, something has snapped inside him. It is too much, all of it. It has been too much for days in this horrible darkness so far from his goddess and he finds he can no longer bear it. This last bit of cruelty is too much, and he has no more words left.
Attack.
A hoarse, wordless cry breaks from him and in a single smooth motion he pulls his quarterstaff from his back and swings it to smash with a dull, bone-crunching thud into Malus's face.
#bjk plays baldur's gate 3#hector carlisle#WELLP#this is super fucked up holy mackerel#cw blood#cw creepy medical stuff#cw eye stuff (described briefly only)#also i'm honestly surprised it took this long for hector to snap given how terrified he has been for MONTHS#but apparently this is what finally did it#he can have a little mad rampage#as a treat
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Vincenzo's sad ending
Q: Did Vincenzo ever want to not return to his mafia ways, and if so, what's the reason?
A: I acted it with the sense that he doesn't want to return to that but was thwarted by circumstance. Part of the initial reason was that he's tired of living in that world, so he came to Korea with no plans to return. Most importantly, he then found a woman and a group of people he loves. So he wanted to live here quietly and peacefully, but fate was cruel, and he needed to leave. The situation was such that he couldn't stay in Korea anymore. He couldn't return home, and he couldn't stay in Korea, so he went to Malta. In fact he is quite a tragic character. I was acting with the sense he didn't want to return to that, because I felt this would make his emotions more profound. In the final scene, right before Chayoung and Vincenzo parted, if you look at their expressions, my thoughts were maybe these two would never meet again. Our director and Yeobeen both thought she probably can't go because of her job. It's a bit of a sad ending. When we did the first take, I acted less sad, and used an expression that was along the lines of "we'll catch up later" and "see you soon", but the director told me to be more expressionless in that scene, as that suited it more. (Song Joongki for the online fanmeet interview in May 2021)
Oof. I thought it was a happy ending until I saw this.
I actually really liked the way they handled Vincenzo's reluctance to return to his mafia ways. It was never spoken aloud but it was quite clearly portrayed through the story. Vincenzo's methods softened when Chayoung asked him to hold back, and the first time Vincenzo actually killed was when Babel murdered 4 people Chayoung became friends with. It was also very interesting to see the costumes change throughout - in the middle he relaxed into soft turtlenecks and had his hair down a lot more, but after the incident in episode 15 he mostly stayed in his dark suits and mafia hairdo.
"The worst hell on Earth is to live with regret" -- I've always thought Vincenzo's violent flashbacks were the things that he regret doing, and it seems to be prompted by key events. His first arrival in Korea (and just coming off Paulo's betrayal), just after Chayoung asked if he's ever killed someone, then in episode 16 that flashback got longer and added his mother to it.
As Vincenzo himself says throughout the show, "people who do bad things need to pay the price", and I suspect he sees this as his price. There's never been any doubt that Vincenzo considers himself a bad person, and I think he made up his mind quite early that he could never be with Chayoung, who he sees as belonging to the normal and good side of the world. "A villain never breaks up because they're tenacious even in love." That is his burden to carry for the rest of his life, the one time he's loved that he knows he will never be able to let go, but also knowing he will never actually be able to be with her.
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Just when I think the terrible roommate saga has ended...
For those of you that aren't aware of the whole story I'll try and give you the TLDR.
Feb/March of 2022 I moved out of the house I shared with a roommate for a year with a girl we'll call R. Over that year it never felt like my home, I only stayed in my room, I took care of R's dogs, she left messes that she expected me to clean up and she was just, personality wise, an over all mean and nasty person. Cut to me having enough of it and deciding to move in with my current roommates, my cousin and her wife, love them to DEATH!
R is immediately pissed because I was 4 days short of giving her 1 month notice that I was moving. (1. I told her as soon as we knew we got the house 2. She had on more than one occasion told me that I could move out if I didn't like something she could afford it on her own.) She acted like I spit in her face. The rest of the time I was there until I could move R was argumentative and aggressive to the point I started spending the night at various friend's houses just so I didn't have to deal with her. (I HATE confrontation and will avoid it at all costs which you will see a bit later in this story.)
Move out day R is just as mean and nasty through that entire process. As soon as I paid the last if rent and bills due to her and was all clear I blocked her on EVERYTHING! Everything cal? REALLY?! Yes, everything I even blocked this chick on Venmo.
September 2022 I start managing another salon. R sees my car out front and decided to pop in and just say hi. Like it was a totally normal thing that we did all the time still when I actually hadn't spoken to her since I left. I was short but polite, and then she left. She comes in again and requests me to do her hair! I stayed in the back, let someone else take care of her and then took anxiety meds and came out of my office once she left.
Cut to today...
She signs in again. I'm back in my office letting someone else service her but the problem was we were busy. The door kept opening and people kept coming in so I was gonna HAVE to go out there and take someone while she was still here.
So I walk out act like she doesn't exist and pull a customer back to start on him. She tries to say hi to me from the shampoo chair and I ignored her (found out from the stylist later that she just thought I didn't hear her 🙄) So then she's in his chair at his station and just HAS to say hi again. I hesitated but then gave her the shortest driest Hi. I didn't look at her, nothing. She leaves not saying anything else to me but I decided I'd had enough so I sent this message to her...
Polite but straight to the point, yea? Tell me why this girl called another location to complain! My boss called me and asked me, "What's up with this Rachel situation?" I tell her the whole story and she remembers when it happened. So she's like, "Well yea but what happened today that she's complaining?" I told her the text I sent verbatim and she was like,"Oh yea, no, I'm letting Ryan (the owner) know right now." Like what did she think she was going to achieve with that move? Did you think they would yell at me? Write me up? Fire me? Make me take you? Nah, I work for this company for a reason and that's because they value and talk to their employees. I just can't with the audacity of this woman.
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If Moonflower was in The Bad Guys: part 1
Warning: This is kinda long! You have been warned
After the logo sequence the screen is completely black
Mr. Snake: Stop
Mr. Wolf: We'll only stop if you just explain it to us
Mr. Snake: just drop it!
The camera goes up while the dialogue continues
Mr. Wolf: Fine it's dropped it's on the ground.
Mr. Snake: Good.
There is silence for a minute as Mr. Wolf stirs his coffee, Mr. Snake coils his tail around his coffee and Moonflower taps her claws on her cup
Moonflower (clearly confused and can't stand the silence): But come on! I still don't get it! I mean who doesn't like birthdays? And before you say, (in her best impression of Mr. Snake) "for a mind reader you don't know when to stop when someone wants you to" I know how to stop it's just 1. I really don't get it. 2. I hate silence and you know that! And 3!
Mr. Snake (while Moonflower is talking) : Ugh!
Mr. Wolf: Yeah (Moonflower stops talking as soon as Mr. Wolf begins) I mean come on you have decorations, balloons, presents, and cake! I mean come on! Who doesn't like cake?
Mr. Snake: Look I don't need decorations, balloons, or presents and I'm not really a cake guy!
Mr. Wolf and Moonflower look at Mr. Snake with a confused expression
Moonflower: What? You don't like cake? Name one food better than cake!
Mr. Snake (picking up a fork and holding it with his tail): Guinea pig!
His tounge sticks out and his mouth is open but closes as soon as he finishes talking
Mr. Wolf and Moonflower groun and Moonflower puts her head on the table while her frill turns a little orange
Moonflower (muffeled): Every year!
Mr. Wolf: Again with the guinea pig! (Laughs a little) I bet if I blindfolded you you couldn't tell the difference between a skunk and a guinea pig!
Mr. Snake: Wrong! Snakes have impeccable taste buds! I can taste air!
Mr. Wolf: Air?
Mr. Snake: Yes air!
Moonflower lifts her head up and looks at Mr. Snake while he stick out his tounge and flicks Moonflower's frill becomes normal
Mr. Wolf: I dunno they're a little cute for my taste.
Mr. Snake: That's what makes them so delicious you're not just eating food you're eating pure goodness! It's not about the pig it's about what it symbolises on a deeper level!
Moonflower and Mr. Wolf exchange confused looks while Mr. Snake nods
Mr. Wolf: So you can taste air?
Mr. Snake: Ugh that's not my point now! (He presses his tail on his forehead)
Mr. Wolf: What's next? Can you hear color? Can you see sound?
Mr. Snake: Let it all out let it all out! (An alarm clock comes out of his mouth and is covered in spot) Look at that! 4 PM! Now I know the exact moment our friendship died.
Mr. Wolf: (laughs) Let's bounce
Mr. Snake: Yep! (He seollows the alarm clock again)
They all get out of their diner both and walk
Mr. Wolf: Tastes like your going to stick me with the bill. Again!
Mr. Snake: Well it is my birthday.
Mr. Wolf: So now you play the birthday card? Now that's interesting.
Mr. Snake laughs as Mr. Wolf walks up to the counter
Mr. Wolf: Can we get a check please? Checkity check check.
People run away, Mr. Snake uses a toothpick to pick out any food in his teeth, and Moonflower looks around tapping her claws on the counter as Mr. Wolf talks
Mr. Wolf: Well we're just going to leave the money here!
Mr. Wolf backs up and Mr. Snake spits onto the ground
Mr. Snake: You know what I like about this place?
Moonflower walks over to Mr. Wolf and Mr. Snake while the two talk
Mr. Wolf: What?
Mr. Snake: We never have to wait for a table!
Mr. Wolf and Moonflower at the same time: Isn't that every place?
Moonflower: Jinx!
Mr. Wolf: Ugh!
Moonflower goes behind Mr. Wolf and puts her head on top of his as he pulls out his wallet
Moonflower: You know what that means!
Mr. Wolf: Yeah yeah here!
Moonflower takes the $25 dollars in Mr. Wolf's hand while he puts his wallet back
Mr. Snake: Hey how have you been? Wanna see my SNAKE ATTACK! Heh heh
Moonflower snaps and a bag pops out and she puts the money in it and snaps again
Mr. Snake: Oooo mints! (he swallows them whole, including the bowl)
Mr. Wolf: Sorry folks I'm switching him to a new decaf!
Moonflower and Mr. Snake go up to the door that Mr. Wolf is at already
Mr. Wolf: Alright
All: Let's do this!
They go out the door while pushing it and turn around to face the street in one motion
People scream as the trio walk to the bank across the street
Mr. Wolf: So guinea pigs huh?
Mr. Snake: It's the rolls royce of rodents!
Moonflower: Yeah, maybe. But it's still a rodent!
Mr. Wolf (while Moonflower and Mr. Snake go right to get the money): Don't mind us just robbing this place!
Mr. Wolf goes in the same direction and they all jump out the window holding the money
Mr. Wolf and Mr. Snake get into the car and Moonflower dives in through the sunroof
The car immediately drives away
Mr. Wolf: Go bad
Mr. Snake: Or go home!
Mr. Wolf fist bumps Mr. Snake's head while Moonflower watches in the back.
Mr. Wolf: Hey you there! Get over here! Oh I see what it is! You're afraid because I'm, the big bad wolf!
Mr. Wolf (off-screen while books are throne into a pile): Well, can't say I'm surprised I mean, I am the villain of every story! Isn't that right Snake?
Mr. Snake: Heh heh yep!
Mr. Wolf: Say hello to Mr. Snake! Safe cracking machine! Imagine Houdini but just with no arms! Or... Legs. Kinda guys to say "the glass is half empty" and then steal it from you! And today's his birthday!
Mr. Snake: Not realavent!
Mr. Wolf He's a sweetheart, you're a sweetheart!
Mr. Snake: Ugh!
Mr. Wolf: Hey Moon! Bi buddy!
Moonflower: If you call me that one more time!
Mr. Wolf: There's Moonflower!
Moonflower looks at the camera with a smirk
Mr. Wolf: Future seer, mind reader. She can do a lot which I won't list! But she is the co planner, with me being the main one obviously! And we call her Moon.
As Mr. Wolf talks there is a montouge of Moonflower useing her powers, one clip shows her disabling a camera using her fire another clip shows her disappearing and then reappearing behind a pillar
Moonflower: Oh the cops are here!
Mr. Snake: oh they showed up?
Mr. Wolf: Took 'em long enough!
Mr. Wolf drives faster
Mr. Wolf: Hey watch this! 3 2
As Mr. Wolf talks Webs shows up and hacks the traffic lights to make them all green and the camera cuts back to Mr. Wolf
Mr. Wolf: 1
The camera cuts back to Mr. Wolf
Mr. Wolf (off-screen): And right there. Is Ms. Turanchula. Tech wizard, pocket search engine, but we call her Webs!
Mr. Wolf: Nice work Webs!
Webs: I also blocked their security, blured their satellites, grounded their chopper! And one more thinggg~
Mr. Snake: You didn't.
Delivery driver: I got a special delivery for AHH! WOLF DON'T EAT MEEE!
Webs: Happy birthday! Mr. Grumpy pants!
Mr. Snake: I think I hate you!
The camera cuts to a construction worker directing a crane motioning it to go a little left and when The Bad Guys' car passes he motions for it to put down the boards. The crane does so and blocks the police cars from going anywhere. The camera cauts to the construction worker jumping into the car and his uniform fly's off revealing that he is Mr. Shark.
Mr. Shark: Guys! It's me! I was the counstuction worker!
Mr. Wolf (off-camera): That's Mr. Shark. Master of disguise. Apex predator of a thousand faces.
Mr. Snake: Watch it big tunna! I'm trying to work here!
Mr. Shark: Calm down! Birthdays should be chill
Everyone in the car except Mr. Snake laugh and Moonflower's frill turns a little yellow, showing she is amused {in this context}
The camera cuts to a glovebox in a police car
Mr. Wolf (off-camera): And rounding out the crew.
Mr. Pirrhana comes out of the glove box
Mr. Pirrhana: Surprise!
Mr. Wolf (off-camera): Is Mr. Pirrhana. He's a small guy with a short fuse. He's brave, he's fearless. Ahh who am I kidding? He's crazy!
Pirrhana: {something in Spanish idk what it was and I am NOT looking it up}
Webs: Uhh Pirrhana! Did we forget something?
Mr. Pirrhana: What?
Mr. Shark: Uh, ya' know. The present!
Mr. Pirrhana: Of course I didn't forget (farts)
Webs: You know you fart when you lie, right?
Mr. Pirrhana: What? No! I fart when I'm nervous!
Webs: Yeah nervous about lieing!
Mr. Pirrhana: Oh sorry guys!
All except Mr. Pirrhana: No no no!
Mr. Pirrhana: (farts)
Mr. Shark: Don't breath it in!
Mr. Shark: (gasps) I breathed it in!
Mr. Wolf (VO): Yeah they might not be everyone's first choice
The camera cuts to Moonflower in a pharmacy
Moonflower: Hey uh, if you couldn't tell from my eye twitching I can't sleep at night so-
Pharmacist: AHHH EVERYONE RUN! IT'S MOONFLOWER!
Moonflower (picking up phone): Hey Sam, what brand works for me again?
The camera cuts to a pool and Mr. Pirrhana floats up
Mr. Pirrhana: What's up Bubba? {Idk if that is what he said but I won't look it up}
People: (screams and gets out of pool)
Mr. Wolf (VO): Do I wish people didn't view us as monsters?
The camera cuts to Mr. Shark walking on a beach
Person: Shark!
Everyone runs off the beach
Mr. Wolf (VO): Sure I do! But these are the cards we've been delt so we might as well play them!
Mr. Snake: (cracks safe) Jackpot!
There is a slow-mo shot of money coming out of the car and the bad guys looking at the camera with smug looks
The camera cuts back to Mr. Wolf and he stops at a police station, the car door to the passenger side flings open and Mr. Snake sticks his head out because of the sudden stop that also made the safe he cracked drop onto the ground and {idk if this is an accurate description for a square safe moving but idc} rolls.
Mr. Snake: Uhh (slams the door)
Mr. Shark: Are you crazy?
Webs: What the thorax
Mr. Snake & Moonflower: Do you want us to get caught?
Moonflower: Jinx
Mr. Snake Ugh!
Mr. Shark, Webs & Mr. Pirrhana: Oooooo!
Mr. Snake hands Moonflower $25 while Mr. Wolf talks
Mr. Wolf: What? I just wanted a longer car chase! That's the best part!
Notes: anything in {like this} is not in the script same thing goes for anything in notes. The intros for characters that are in the actual movie are the same unless I change something about it, like the dialogue, which I do unittinaly (most of the time)
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Blog Update 22.11.2
Hi all!
So as is quite obvious by now, I went back into blog triage mode almost immediately after I came out. The triage has been so bad I haven't even found the time to make a formal announcement until now! There's 2 major reasons for this.
First, I made a sort-of last minute decision to take the Japanese exam (JLPT) in December! I passed the 2nd highest level in 2019, and just have the highest level left. I was originally going to wait until December 2023 - I wanted a whole year to go through the test prep books at a leisurely pace, and my wedding kept that from happening.
But when sign-ups rolled around in August, I remembered that I've been trying to take this exam since 2020 at this point, and I'm so past DONE allowing it to take up space in my brain. I just want it done and over with so I can live the good bilingual life, translating, reading, etc. whatever I want. But the exam will help with job prospects if I ever decide to switch jobs, so I'm determined to get certified. Even the 2nd highest level doesn't stand out much on resumes, so it's worth the effort to go for the hardest exam.
While a lot of people criticize the exam for containing tons of outdated Japanese you'll never see again... I highly disagree if you want to read and translate a lot. You'll see all kinds of Japanese and jargon at some point if you do what I do. So I think this exam study is best for me in personal life and the blog in the long term. My reading abilities have skyrocketed in just a couple months of exam study!
2nd is work related. My team was down a person for 3-4 months starting in June, and JUST when my direct partner and I got a new person all trained up, someone else left. We're a close-knit group with great working conditions (for the USA ha ha ha...), so I could never have predicted that anyone would leave so soon, much less 2 people! All the blog upkeep I thought I could manage even while doing exam study just got tossed out the window.
So in conclusion, I think triage is going to last until after Christmas. The exam is Dec. 4th, and after that comes Christmas prep of course. Obviously I can't directly control how my workload at my job goes, but I can say for certain that once the exam is over, it's over of course, so I'll have that time back in my days to get my blog backlog worked through.
I'm so sorry to anyone who's asks, etc. have gone ignored over these last few months. I fully intend to empty my backlog one day, but it's been so many months already that I'm sure it's frustrating.
I think we'll have a lot to be excited about in 2023 once my whirlwind of a life slows back down to a little more normal! And no, that's not just some "new year, new me" thing that I'll lose motivation for by the end of January - everything eating up my time now really should slow down after December, lol.
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31 Days of Fear, hosted by @hp-fearfest
Day 4: The Changeling (read on AO3 here)
There's a soft whimpering sound from the corner, and Oliver looks up from his book, searching for the source of the sound. Lucy isn't -
His eyes land on the white plastic "baby monitor," a gift from Audrey's mum. Ah. Right. It's been four months but he's still not used to it. It had seemed unlikely to work, with three (now four) magic users in the house, but it hasn't let them down yet. Hoisting himself to his feet, Oliver sets down the book and goes upstairs, gently pushing open the door to the nursery. Baby jungle animals peek out from behind pastel fronds along the wall, and in the crib, a little redheaded girl has fat tears rolling down her face, though she doesn't make a sound beyond a soft huffing.
"Hey, love," Oliver coos, coming over to the crib. She holds her arms out to him, and he scoops her up, sliding a hand down to check her diaper. "You're okay there. You hungry? Wanna go find Mummy?" She lets out a little quavering sob against his shoulder, which is probably the closest thing he's going to get to a 'yes.' Bringing her out of the nursery, Oliver walks down the hallway and knocks lightly on the door to the study.
"Addie?"
"In a minute," Audrey says distractedly from inside. Oliver hears the scratching of her quill against parchment, and Lucy has perked up at the sound of her mother's voice, reaching for her. In an attempt to distract her, Oliver bounces her gently, humming tunelessly. A few moments later, the door opens, and Audrey smiles a bit wearily.
"Oh, is it second breakfast already? Come on, then; let's get you taken care of." She reaches for the baby and Oliver deposits her into Audrey's arms, then follows her back into the study. Audrey takes a seat on the couch and does something with her t-shirt and something with her bra, and soon Lucy is feeding contentedly. As she does, Audrey says, "I didn't even hear her. Good watching out."
"She wasn't crying, just whimpering," Oliver says, sitting down on the couch. "Really quietly. If I'd had the wireless on, I wouldn't have heard it either."
"You're gonna need to make a bit more noise, especially when we go to Daddy's," Audrey says to the baby. "We'll never hear you there."
"Have you noticed she doesn't cry anymore?" Oliver asks, watching her. "First three months she was like a siren, now this. Do babies do that normally?"
"Everyone's different," Audrey replies, looking down at her daughter with an expression equal parts love and concern. "Molly said that Percy didn't cry much when he was a baby, either. Maybe she gets it from him."
"Maybe."
They sit in silence then, both of them just watching the little girl as she eats.
Her fingers are so small, Oliver thinks, struck as always by how tiny and perfect she is. Once upon a time, he was that little, and so were Audrey and Percy. Once upon a time he'd looked up at his mum like she was the center of the universe, too. He reaches out and strokes his finger against Lucy's hand, and she grips it firmly. Audrey chuckles softly.
"Hope you don't need that anytime soon."
"Nah, she can have it," Oliver says, enamored.
He adores her, but at the same time, something - some things - make the hair stand up at the back of his neck. Percy had been sitting with her on the couch the other night, reading the Tales of Beedle the Bard to her, and Oliver swore he'd seen her mouthing the words along with him. It's impossible. She's four months old. But sometimes he'd catch her watching him with those big blue eyes, and he'd see a canniness, a cold cunning there that sent a shiver up his spine.
Before long, Lucy finishes up, and nestles into Audrey's arms, content.
"I can't wait till you're on a consistent schedule, darling," Audrey says, stroking a hand over the feathery red curls. "It's like having a hobbit in the house." A pause. "And unlike your papa, I'll make sure you read Lord of the Rings, so someone in this house gets my references."
"Hey," Oliver protests, but it's weak, because she's right.
Audrey gets to her feet, careful not to jostle Lucy too much. "Let's get you back in the crib. Time for a nap, I think."
Oliver trails Audrey out of the study, getting the door of the nursery for her, and Audrey settles Lucy back into the crib.
"I need to get back to it," Audrey says with a sigh. "Keep those ears out, Ollie?"
"Yes, ma'am."
She leaves, and Oliver turns a moment later, intending to go back downstairs and pick up his book again. At the door, he hears movement from the crib and looks back.
Lucy is standing in the crib, hands by her sides, not gripping the edge or using anything for support. She looks up at Oliver, deep blue locking onto worried hazel.
Her smile is all gums, and unquestionably does not reach her eyes.
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Parknight imagines, miscellany 4: s19e13
They stand downstairs outside the gift shop. Parker waits beside Knight with his hands in his pockets, occasionally sneaking a surreptitious glance at her while Knight stares through the glass walls and watches other shoppers move about the store and make their choices so easily.
Knight frowns and briefly casts her eyes skyward. "What do you even get someone who's been through hell and back?"
She doesn't know how he manages it, but Parker shrugs, a jerky, short movement. "Kasie and Jimmy had one foot each out the door. But Dr. Wilson pulled them back, thanks to us doing our jobs. Get what feels right, Knight."
Knight shakes her head and shoots him a disbelieving look. "Easier said than done." She sighs. "Kasie… Her family's not close by. At the very least, I can go over to her place more often. Or have her stay with me. The doctors said it'll take them a few days more to feel close to normal."
Parker nods. Then he catches her eye and raises his eyebrows before cocking his head at the gift shop, as if saying, "Staying here is clearly a stalling tactic. We'll have to pay them a visit soon enough."
She twists her lips around, hating that he hits the nail on the head. When an older woman bundled up in a soft sweater emerges with something giftwrapped in her arms, Knight pinches the fabric by Parker's right elbow and tows him inside, and she tugs him along with her as she eyes the numerous (mostly gaudy) options lining shelves and even the floor.
Nearly five minutes pass, and Knight's hold of Parker's sleeve threatens to wrinkle the stiff fabric permanently. But then Parker pauses her with a light pat on the back of Knight's hand, and he gestures to the stuffed animal corner in the back of the store.
Knight furrows her brow. "That? Really?"
"Kasie suffered on her own, but Victoria was there for nearly all of it, going through her own hell alongside her dad. How about something for both Palmers, Knight?"
It's…actually a pretty decent suggestion. Knight blinks in surprise at him.
"Hey, once your nieces and nephews count over a dozen, you learn there are a few go-to gifts."
She grins at that, her anxiety feeling so small now. Knight's eyes rove over the display. "All right, then, but last decision: Which animal?"
"Can't go wrong with the tried and true teddy bear. …I meant a reasonably sized one, Knight," he adds a beat later, his dark eyes wide for once when she selects the biggest thing the store has to offer and hefts the blond bear from where it's squished between shelving units keeping it propped up.
"Go big or go home, Parker!" She pops her head over the bear's left shoulder and beams at him. "I might have no idea about kids, but giant's best, right?"
But the Palmers aren't the only one treated that day, because Parker gently shakes his head and offers Knight a soft, amused smirk when he chuckles and accompanies her to the cashier. "Yeah, it's the thought that counts…."
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Labmas AU
Chapter 4 Part 2 - An Introduction CW: cruelty
Once the elevator doors closed behind (Y/N), Colress turned around and headed back in the room. He walked right up to the glass and stared through it, searching. "I know you're in there Kudari. It's not funny. Come out. I'm taking you back to your room." He commanded. No reply was heard. "I always keep it on me Kudari, don't make me use it. I don't enjoy being the bad guy."
When there was still no response, he sighed, reaching into his top and grabbing something that hung from his neck underneath his suit. The little device had three buttons on it. Pressing the bottom one, he heard a shriek, followed by a loud thud.
The person Colress was looking for had just appeared, having fallen from one of the trees. He twitched momentarily on the ground, before slowly rising. His top half being that of a man with a sculpted figure, while the lower half was of a Galvantula. Fuzzy yellow fur lined his abdomen, with four legs holding him up.
"You didn't give me a chance to come out!" Kudari yelled, infuriated. Purple spit spraying onto the glass separating the rooms. Six eyes littered his face, a strange smile forming, showing off sharp teeth. He darted up to the glass, pressing his clawed hands on it, glaring at Colress. "New assistant? Are they as squishy as the last? Hee hee!" Ignoring any answer that may have been given, he gracefully climbs across the glass and up towards the hatch at the cusp of the ceiling, connecting the habitat area with the observation room.
Not bothering to descend via the walls, Kudari jumps down, landing perfectly on the observation room floor. "You should introduce me to them. We'll be working together after all." He states matter-of-factly, the four legs of his Galvantula half slightly extended, making him tower over Colress.
Looking at the hybrid, Colress doesn't show any trepidation. He says plainly "You know that won't happen, Kudari. Now, why and how are you out of your room?"
"I can't say for certain. Mayyybeee Nobori let me out? But, maybe not." He was smiling widely, enjoying his attempt at upsetting Colress.
"Of course. Come along. I'm not in the mood for your infantile games. I'm taking you to your room. Don't try to fight me on this. Let's go." Turning his back to the Galvantula hybrid, he takes out his tablet and begins to play with it. "According to the security system, your room is unlocked. So, whoever it was that let you out, wasn't smart enough to cover their tracks." Colress starts his usual typing.
Kudari shrunk down to his normal height. "Welllll, it's possible, at least hypothetically, that I told this person I just wanted to stretch my legs, and that I would return to my room in the morning, allowing them to lock me in at that time. Before anyone could notice I was gone." He seemed proud of his plan. "Obviously that's not what happened. None of the researchers are currently using this environmental enclosure, so I figured 'why not?' It's very boring being locked in my room. But, who would've thought you would have a new assistant this soon after losing the old one just a few days ago?" He smiled gleefully, stepping back and forth from his right legs to his left legs.
"Stop moving! You're too old to be this much of a spaz." Colress turned back around, facing Kudari, slight upset on his face. "Honestly I don't care why you wanted out. You don't deserve to 'stretch your legs.' It's only through sheer good fortune that someone was there to step up to the plate. Unfortunately for Team Plasma, this person has no scientific background. They can't help us with the most important parts of our research!" His voice had been steadily rising during his rant.
"Team Plasma! Plasma! Plasma! Plasma! A stupid team, comprised of stupid people!" Kudari was shrieking now. "What's the point? Why are you still here? Did you not already achieve your dream? Am I not the perfect Pokemon you wanted?" There were tears forming in his eyes now, in stark contrast to the rage.
Colress dropped the hand that was holding the tablet to his side and raised his other hand to his head in annoyance. "Kudari, we've gone over this. Again, and again, and again. No, you are not my perfect Pokemon. You're not even fourth best. I can't stand even looking at you. A Pokemon that can't be taught to listen, isn't a Pokemon worth having." At those words, Kudari began weeping in earnest, gripping himself with his own arms. "Come on, just be good. Follow me to your room without any complaints, and I will see about getting you something new to do. Don't you still play video games? I'll buy you a new game. Just keep a ways back, I don't want you getting tears on my coat." Nodding slightly, choking back sobs, Kudari began to follow Colress out of the observation area. Heading for the elevator, to the lowest floor, where his room awaited.
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Just when I think the terrible roommate saga has ended...
For those of you that aren't aware of the whole story I'll try and give you the TLDR.
Feb/March of 2022 I moved out of the house I shared with a roommate for a year with a girl we'll call R. Over that year it never felt like my home, I only stayed in my room, I took care of R's dogs, she left messes that she expected me to clean up and she was just, personality wise, an over all mean and nasty person. Cut to me having enough of it and deciding to move in with my current roommates, my cousin and her wife, love them to DEATH!
R is immediately pissed because I was 4 days short of giving her 1 month notice that I was moving. (1. I told her as soon as we knew we got the house 2. She had on more than one occasion told me that I could move out if I didn't like something she could afford it on her own.) She acted like I spit in her face. The rest of the time I was there until I could move R was argumentative and aggressive to the point I started spending the night at various friend's houses just so I didn't have to deal with her. (I HATE confrontation and will avoid it at all costs which you will see a bit later in this story.)
Move out day R is just as mean and nasty through that entire process. As soon as I paid the last if rent and bills due to her and was all clear I blocked her on EVERYTHING! Everything cal? REALLY?! Yes, everything I even blocked this chick on Venmo.
September 2022 I start managing another salon. R sees my car out front and decided to pop in and just say hi. Like it was a totally normal thing that we did all the time still when I actually hadn't spoken to her since I left. I was short but polite, and then she left. She comes in again and requests me to do her hair! I stayed in the back, let someone else take care of her and then took anxiety meds and came out of my office once she left.
Cut to today...
She signs in again. I'm back in my office letting someone else service her but the problem was we were busy. The door kept opening and people kept coming in so I was gonna HAVE to go out there and take someone while she was still here.
So I walk out act like she doesn't exist and pull a customer back to start on him. She tries to say hi to me from the shampoo chair and I ignored her (found out from the stylist later that she just thought I didn't hear her 🙄) So then she's in his chair at his station and just HAS to say hi again. I hesitated but then gave her the shortest driest Hi. I didn't look at her, nothing. She leaves not saying anything else to me but I decided I'd had enough so I sent this message to her...
Polite but straight to the point, yea? Tell me why this girl called another location to complain! My boss called me and asked me, "What's up with this Rachel situation?" I tell her the whole story and she remembers when it happened. So she's like, "Well yea but what happened today that she's complaining?" I told her the text I sent verbatim and she was like,"Oh yea, no, I'm letting Ryan (the owner) know right now." Like what did she think she was going to achieve with that move? Did you think they would yell at me? Write me up? Fire me? Make me take you? Nah, I work for this company for a reason and that's because they value and talk to their employees. I just can't with the audacity of this woman.
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Dropping this here cuz I need to vent and nobody will see it here anyways:)
Like, 5/6 hours ago my first almost relationship didn't actually happen cuz my dumbass HAS to be FUCKING ACE. and the best part is that I should have expected it, I knew this is what's gonna happen cuz he's fucking normal, he actually even mentioned once that he wants a family so like what was I having my fucking hopes up for right I should have stopped it right in the beginning when he told me not drag this awkward Well we like each other so what now for a WHOLE FUCKING DAY but I just honestly didn't think of it and then didn't know how to bring it up when I can't even bring myself to say directly that I like him (i didn't end up really saying it after all basically just said I don't want kids and that was it, everything I as a fucking clown hoped for in some dark dusty corner of my depressed delusional soul gone)
The worst is that I took it worse than we both expected so he sat there with me for I think over 20 minutes when his friends called him out before and told me over and over that it not working out is not my fault and just reassured me, even told me I'll definitely find someone better once(even tho I'm not fucking looking for a relationship atm, it was just HIM) and tried to make sure I get home safely (cuz I might made a suicide joke during the evening) and just seemed completely at peace with it all and tried to take the blame for telling me he has a crush on me in the first place and I just sat there and didn't even properly ask him how HE is feeling till the end and I feel terrible for that and the fact I kept him from his friends and made him worried and just everything, all I said, my reactions, EVERYTHING and I just hate myself so much right now.
And we just texted for like an hour like nothing happened but I can't tell if he's really okay and not that affected or if he plays it and idk what to do, whether I should ask him how he's feeling but I feel he'd just lie to not burden me or sth and I don't want to bring it up and I don't know what to do now cuz I don't want to lose our friendship but it feels I'm so far gone and don't know how to stop/get back and I feel like I fucked up possibly the best relationship (in the platonic sense) I've ever had and why, what for?
Idk if this is coherent idc I just want to relive these last 2 days to react differently to possibly lessen the pain(?) for both of us but especially him even tho I literally don't even really know how he's feeling and I don't want to propose going out and otherwise we'll meet in 4 weeks (we regularly meet at certain weekend event but I won't be attending for these 3 weeks) earliest and he's leaving for school tomorrow anyways and won't be here for workdays so it doesn't even matter cuz I won't be here for the weekends I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO I HATE TEXTING IT'S SO AWKWARD AND PERMANENT AND EASY TO MISINTERPRET
I just wish a car would run me over soon are something similar cuz I don't think I can do this anymore STUPID FUCKING BRAIN CHEMICALS
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