#but hands down what I hate most is people attacking the cast about it

[7ndipity]

When Your Relationship Gets

Revealed

Taehyung x Idol Reader

Summary: You and Tae discuss what to do when a video of you together is leaked. Can be read as a prequel to "Try Again" or on its own.

Warnings: angst, mentions of harassment and toxic fans, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! This went a little more angsty than I originally planned, but I couldn't really help it. This is really starting to turn into a full Idol!Au series, and I can't say I hate it tbh.

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You were faintly aware of a low, persistent buzzing, slowly being pulling you away from sleep by what you gradually recognized as your phone on the bedside table.

Groggily, you rolled and unlocked the device, wincing at the bright glow of the screen, only to be met with multiple notifications and missed calls from your manager and several friends.

Confused, you tapped on one of the most recent messages, which included a video link. As soon as you opened the video, you felt your heart falter to stop before taking off again at breakneck speed.

The video was of you and Tae walking through the park earlier that night, him swinging your joined hands playfully and making you laugh before pulling you to him in a tight embrace. Your faces were hidden due to how dark it was and the fact that you both had on masks, but anyone who knew you both could recognize you easily enough if they tried.

"Tae." You nudged the sleeping form next to you, but received no response. "Tae!" You shoved him a little more forcefully.

"Ow! What? What's wrong?" He whined sleepily, turning over to face you.

"Somebody saw us." You said, handing him the phone as the video played on loop.

He stared at the screen for moment, before passing the phone back to you.

"It's not that bad, we can just ignore it if you wanna." He said, trying to soothe your nerves as he had when this had happened previously.

But that was part of the problem, this had happened, several times, and was continuing to happen with increasing frequency. But every time, the two of you had chosen to brush it off or ignore it, Tae saying it was easier that way, but you were becoming less sure.

"What if I don't want to ignore it?" You asked hesitantly.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"This is the third time this has happened this year, Tae, there's only so many times we can lie before people catch on." You explained. "I don't know, I'm just wondering if maybe it would be better to just say something. At least then, we wouldn't have to sneak around so much."

You glanced over at him, but he was staring down at the bedspread, silently. His lack of response causing a weight in your stomach to drop.

"Do-do you not want people to know we're together?" You asked in a small voice, afraid to vocalize the nagging fear that been brewing in your mind.

"No! I mean, that's not it." He scrambled to find the right words to express himself. "It's not that I don't want to tell people, I do, it's just... I'm afraid." He confessed.

"Of what?" You asked.

"You know what some people are like, how they attack and tear down Idols partners." He said, casting his gaze down again. "I don't want you to have to go through any of that."

You knew what he was referring to, you'd both seen too many friends and labelmates go through hell just for admitting they were dating someone, both online and in person. You understood his fear, but he seemed to be forgetting the scrutiny you lived under everyday already as an Idol.

"Tae, I'm already dealing with things like that, people already say things about me. It comes with the territory, unfortunately."

"You never talk about that." He said, looking up at you with big eyes.

"Because I know they only have power if I let them." You said, grasping his hand

"I don't know if I can protect you." He said quietly.

"You don't have to protect me from everything, we're supposed to take care each other, remember?"

He nodded. "So what do we do?"

"We'll figure something out, but whatever we decide, whether that's telling or not, we'll do together, alright?"

"Yeah, alright." He said, giving you a shy grin before pulling you a hug, kissing you temple.

"We'll be okay."

#taehyung imagine #taehyung scenarios #taehyung drabble #taehyung blurb #taehyung fluff #taehyung angst #taehyung idol au #taehyung x idol!reader #taehyung x y/n #taehyung x reader #bts one shot #bts drabble #bts x y/n #bts x reader #bts x idol!reader #bts imagines #bts idol au #bts angst #bts fluff #bts requests #7ndipity

[phenphoenix]

Who wants to cry?!

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[Vaggie bursts into the hotel, taking everyone by surprise.] Husker: Oh, hey Vagg- (gets knocked down as Vaggie goes right past him( Nift: You ok, furrball? Husker: (blank cat stare) Anthony: (sees this sh!t happen) Whoa, whoa, whoa. You can't just-. Vaggie: Don't start with me, Tony! (stops up to her room) [Everyone looks stares where Vaggie just was, falling silent. Charlie raises an eyebrow and sinks into the floor. Vaggie enters her room, slumps into her chair and starts hyperventallating, clearly having a panic attack as Velvette's words echo in her mind.] Charlie: (apperates behind) Vaggie? Vaggie: (in shock, turns to look at Charlie) Ch-Charlie. I… You get out of my-! [Charlie grabs Vaggie by the face, turns her head to the side and brushes her hair away to see a mark Velvette left] Charlie: Oh, Vaggie… Vaggie: (bats her hand away) It's nothing. (walks to he boudoir) Charlie: No, it isn't. Overlords can be bad… but that little-. Vaggie: You have no idea what you are talking about [Charlie raises an orb similar to Nift's eye, playing back Vaggie's confession to her about why she allows herself to get drugged {Masquerade}] Charlie: I do, Vaggie. Vaggie: I don't want to talk about it. Charlie: It isn't right. Perhaps I should pay her a visit. [Charlie partially assumes her demon form and heads to the door, only for Vaggie to grab her arm.] Vaggie: Don't! Please, Charlie. Charlie: You know I can take her, you are clearly suffering, why won't you let us, me, help? Vaggie: BECAUSE I DESERVE IT! [Charlie is taken aback by the outburst] Vaggie: (fights back against the tears) I don't deserve happiness, or redemption, or love. I have hurt… killed… so many people. One little choice cast me down here, and I now have to live with it. I am the most deserving of Hell, because (ripps the back of her shirt off and reveals whats left of her wings) THIS IS WHO I AM!!! (slumps to her knees) Now you know… and you have every right to hate me, to hurt me… to kill-. [Charlie hugs Vaggie, Vaggie is flabbergasted] Charlie: You're wrong. You don't deserve this. You are a kind soul, you've shown how far you've come in rehabilitation. So what if you were an exorcist and killed who cares how many? I mean, I ended a few myself... But the fact you have seen the error of your ways is a step up from those self-righteous, hoity toity bitches. Besides, I doubt any are as cute as you. (boops Vaggie) Vaggie: (sniffs and cries a bit) Th-thanks… [the two hug] Vaggie: Listen… can you… keep this between us? I will come clean. Just, on my own time. Charlie: Not my secret to tell. [The two hug again. Razzle and Dazzle look on with smiles. Dazzle takes out a small paper and adds Velvette to the list]

I'm gonna eat your brain-

More Swap!Vaggie and Fizz parallels my beloved,,,,

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel swap au #the hart hotel

[hoejosatoru]

your faves written by my faves

I believe all anime men can be categorized by if they were written by Taylor Swift, Lana Del Rey, or Ethel Cain. 

Characters: jujutsu kaisen, haikyuu, chainsaw man, tokyo revengers, demon slayer, attack on titan, hunter x hunter, buddy daddies, MHA, hell’s paradise

CW for suggestive content, toxic relationship for Ethel Cain category. All characters are time skip as applies (ex Tokyo rev/haikyuu). MDNI 

Written by Taylor Swift

Sweet & Romantic. The boy next-door type. Friends to lovers vibe. The type to throw rocks at your window and get you to sneak out just to watch the stars. Writes you letters. So many of each other’s firsts. Feels like a fairytale. Can range from a soft and gentle love to one that's fast and exciting, depending on person/situation. Always holds your hand when walking. A strong, healthy relationship. Would literally rather die than upset you. Buys you flowers. Sends you songs he thinks you’ll love. Calls you sweetheart, baby, my love. Loved by your friends and family. Makes you believe in love.

Yuta Okkotsu, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Denji (I swear once he calms down a lil he’d be a great partner), Takemichi, Mitsuya, Hakkai, Chifuyu, Kazutora, Shinichiro, Hinata Shoyo, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Akaashi, Bokuto, Kageyama, Osamu, Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Kenma, 99% of the haikuu cast unless listed elsewhere, Giyu, Rengoku, Jean, Connie, Armin, Kurapika, Leorio, Kazuki, Hawks

“Can I tell you a secret?” your best friend asks. You’re laying out on a blanket, watching the stars. You look at him, admiring how they twinkle in his eyes.

“Of course.” 

“I think I love you.” He looks at you then, filling your chest with warmth. You’ve waited for him to say those words for so long, to name what has always existed between you.

“Can I show you what I think?” He nods eagerly. You lean in, pressing your lips to his. It is everything you always hoped it would be. He smiles into your kiss. “I think I love you, too.”

Written by Lana Del Rey

Sensual & Intense. Bad boy or hard exterior, but soft on the inside. Likes showing you off, but hates when other men look at you. Always has a hand on your lower back. Possessive, but in a controlling way. Dress slutty I can fight type. And he means it he will fuck anyone up for you. Makes you feel safe. Most likely to have a scandalous type of relationship (like an age gap, he has a bad reputation, etc). Probably has some sorta vice (smoking/drinking/fighting). High sex drive, he just can’t resist you :(. Probably has a daddy kink or is a dom (mostly soft/pleasure). Calls you princess, angel, pretty girl. Sometimes the relationship can be toxic, but you know the foundation is built on love. 

Draken, Mikey, Ran, Rindou, Wakasa, Baji, Taiju, Inui, Koko, Sanzu, Izana, Kakucho, basically all of tokyo rev unless listed elsewhere, Rei, Toji, Geto, Gojo, Nanami, Suna, Terushima, Atsumu, Ushijima, Coach Ukai, Aki, Kishibe, Tengen, Obanai, Sanemi, Akaza, Levi, Eren, Reiner, Zeke, Aizawa, Gabimaru, Yamada Asaemon Shion, Tenza

“Come ‘ere baby,” he calls to you. He’s been eyeing you in that little sundress all night and his will power has run thin. You stand between his legs, looking down at him with a soft smile. The setting sun twinkles against the chain around his neck, making him look extra handsome. His large hand is on the back of your thigh, sliding up higher and higher and- you gasp his name and he squeezes your ass under your dress.

“People are gonna see!” you whisper yell, gesturing to all your friends mingling in your backyard. He has a lazy smile on his face as he rubs circles on your inner thigh.

“Don’t care,” he says, “Can’t resist my pretty girl anymore.”

Written by Ethel Cain

Toxic & Addictive. A waling red flag, but baby you are color blind. You know you shouldn’t, but there’s just something about him. He’s addictive. Super possessive and controlling. Always has his hands on you. Leaves bruises. Most likely to be a criminal or something darker. Would kill for you. Swears he loves you and that's why he acts so crazy. Honestly brings out the crazy in you too. Super high sex drive, wants you all the time. Hard dom. Calls you my girl when feeling nice, slut when he isn’t. Says my slut when he’s somewhere in between. Codependent. Fuck everyone but us type.

Sukuna, Douma, Hantengu clones, Muzan, Gyutaro, Hanma, Aza Chobe, Chrollo, Feitan, hisoka, illumi

He has your jaw in his hands, squeezing. Hard. There’s a twisted smile on his face, one that makes your heart race and your thighs rub together. 

“You know you can never leave me, right?” he questions you. Though you know it is no question right. “You’re mine. Forever.” His hips have you pinned to the bed as he licks up your neck.

“All yours,” you reply. And you mean it. You were two halves of a fucked up whole. You loved him even if it drove you crazy.

His hand goes down your pants. “Good girl.”

#how many men can I fit into one post #jjk hcs #jjk headcanons #tokyo revengers fanfiction #tokyo revengers hcs #tokyo revengers headcanons #chainsaw man headcanons #haikyu headcanons #haikyu hcs #hxh headcanons #aot headcanons #jujutsu kaisen hcs #demon slayer fic #demon slayer headcanons #hell's paradise smut #buddy daddies #draken drabble #gojo fanfic #geto hcs #bokuto headcanons #hinata headcanons #mikey headcanon #levi headcanons #too lazy to tag anymore

[kiteblue42]

Part 3 of what the heck is happening with Mobius anyway?

S2e4- the one where everyone dies and Sylvie hates key lime pie

A very very busy episode with not much time for character work (and a lot of characters to work on too!). We have to rely heavily on what others say about Mobius and body language for this one.

Mobius & teamwork

Previously we have seen Mobius excel at the case work side of his job and we see a little of this here when he works out Victor Timely is in danger at the chocolate machine. But what’s more noticeable this episode is that part of Mobius that enables others to do their jobs - the person in the team keeping it glued together. Examples: calming Victor down at the start, encouraging OB & Casey, even just all the jokes and banter. This is the sort of person that keeps a team together when morale is low. The sort of person that notices if one of the team is troubled by something and tries to fix it - small point noticing Timely wants to go for cocoa and sorting it out. Ever worked in a high pressure environment and you’ll know these sorts of people are what keep the place going. A positive sign for me is that Mobius still kept up his positive attitude even after Sylvie’s rant. On the other hand there is no one keeping an eye on Mobius in the same way he keeps an eye on the team.

Mobius & Sylvie

Ok so this was uncomfortable viewing (not as bad as some of the horror scene ofc!) If you only watch it once it might not be so obvious but once Sylvie starts her rant Mobius is completely silent. (As ever with shout-y and accusatory people what they say probably tells you more about themselves than the person they are targeting it follows that it would be easier to use this little performance to tell us more about Sylvie than Mobius). So everything we get here re Mobius has to come from his body language - very on brand again.

(1) Mobius wasn’t expecting to be attacked. In fact (as above) suggesting they go for a treat break is exactly how he operates and raises morale in the tva team. This is usually well received and understood so at first he just looks slightly stunned & puzzled.

(2) Mobius feelings about “his past life” are very private. When Sylvie talks about the timeline he goes very still and looks down. We know he is sensitive about this because of s2e2 - and we (& Loki) know why but Sylvie doesn’t. So here Mobius looks away to hide.

(3) Mobius does care about the timeline deaths - and isn’t hiding from that. When Sylvie accuses him of not caring about the timeline he meets her gaze again and shakes his head. We (& Loki) know he does care about this as we saw this at the close of S2e2.

(4) Mobius hoped Loki would support him but isn’t surprised when he doesn’t. Sylvie then storms off and Mobius exchanges that first shocked baffled look with Loki. This is followed by Loki walking past him with one glance and not saying anything. Mobius looks down then up to the light and sighs almost with a roll of his eyes - like that hurt but I should have expected it. Later when Loki and Sylvie appear at he scene of D90’s pruning he greets them both with a pretty dark look.

Dox & Mobius

The most ominous piece of mirroring is Dox & Mobius. Dox is a TVA general “true believer” who has just (really this episode) had the realisation everything they did was wrong (speech to Renslayer - now I see the bigger picture etc). We know from s1.e1&2 that Mobius was a true believer too (the jet ski magazine - it reminds me what we are fighting for etc). Mobius says nothing in Sylvie rant scene - and it ends with Mobius sigh, eyes to heaven and head roll with X5s voice over (to Dox) “are you going to say anything?” It cuts to Dox who makes exactly the same eyes cast up then down and head roll body language mirroring Mobius. Dox also does not reply. Dox eventually choses to let Renslayer kill her and her team as she sees no future for them - either in the timeline or the TVA.

Loki comments on Mobius

I’ve said elsewhere (re S2e2) that Loki handles Mobius well - when he’s paying attention - but I’d say here his attention is not on Mobius but Sylvie- and he handled exit from the Sylvie rant badly. It also seems to indicate an expectation that Mobius will understand and roll with it. Nonetheless Loki does lead into his conversation with Sylvie by raising Mobius. Loki is careful what he says here and I think it is a sign that he knows that Mobius would not want him sharing any private information. What he says is interesting “he’s just trying to see in the dark like the rest of us.”

Because Mobius makes light of the situation very few people realise he is in a dark place but Loki recognises this. On a hopeful note (the rest of the conversation is about hope) Loki also reuses the “broken things” line from s1e2. Renslayer tells Mobius he has a “soft spot for broken things” and Loki says “Trying to fix what’s broken is hard”. So we know that (1) Mobius MO is to fix broken things - (2) something that is hard to do. A hopeful note follows then - Mobius is practiced in doing this hard thing and maybe Loki is right to assume Mobius can roll with the punches.

Future

Themes that need to be paid off

- Making a hard choice & hope

- Order & chaos

- Partnerships & trust

It’s possible that the ending of Ep 4 which wiped out everyone means that this is the lowest ebb for these characters and we won’t see Mobius plunge into the level of despair that Dox displayed in this episode. I think that would be a bit of a cop out, but we’ll see. I still think there will be some angst ahead, but the themes seem to be pointing to an ultimately hopeful outcome (or maybe I have just been watching too much Lord of the Rings lately).

Given trailer footage (spoilers ahead if you’ve not seen them) I think:

(1) Loki will deliberately timeslip backwards before he gets hit by the radiation blast. He’ll then use the time loop theme to try to change the outcome. It will take a number of iterations and moving further back in time each time to start again. (There are clips in trailers of timeslipping we have not seen yet)

(2) It will involve him re-recruiting the team and a “we’ve got to get the band back together” - Blues Brothers style ending awaits (hooray). But this will involve some people having to give up good lives to join the team - and Loki will have to use all his powers, charm & mischief to get them back. (We have clips of Casey & B15 on the timeline we have not seen).

(3) Mobius will give up his good life (a pre-tva Mobius jet ski salesman) on the timeline to join the team. (We have clip of Loki timeslipping in front of jet ski store not yet seen). I’ve said before I don’t see a post TVA Mobius being content in this role (doing some jobs change you too much for a quiet life) but I could see him doing this before he ever became an agent - so I’m hoping that’s how this works. And we get a conscious decision to do the “hard thing” and join the team. (Foreshadowed by the “I’d like to thank the guy who bought me here … got me this pie” s2e2).

(4) There is still a risk that this may lead to Mobius death. However, given they killed everyone (except perhaps Loki & Sylvie) in this episode we may be spared further trauma and could get a happy ending for most of the team. I don’t think the explosion was a fake out so unless Loki changes something in the past they all are dead and will remain so and that gives us a better chance for more to survive in the end.

#loki #mobius #loki spoilers #mobius m mobius #lokius #loki meta #lokius meta #owen wilson #loki season 2

[here4kpopfics]

Through the Night | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: Fluff

AU: Established Relationship

Wordcount: 3.3k

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, mentions of sex, a little making out. Also it’s this Jungkook and I’m not sorry.

Rating: PG-15ish?

A/N: This wasn’t meant to be this stupid long. This is the same couple as the one in Hold My Hand, and I have a list of different moments planned out for them. This ended up being like three of those moments in one. (You don’t need to read it first, but I’d love it if you did) This is the second thing I’ve written in over a decade and I’ve never been really good at writing physically intimate moments so this was a challenge for me. Please go easy on my babies. As usual, thank you to my loves @gimmethatagustd and @chryblossomjjk for not only beta reading but continuing to encourage me to keep writing. and Kiki for fixing my grammar bc I’m still very rusty. I love you both an obscene amount. As always, let me know what you think. A lovely little like and/or reblog are greatly appreciated, especially as I get back into this crazy writing world. thank you & I love you. 💜💜💜

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You hate storms. Absolutely hate them. You love the rain, though. The background noise of it as it helps you fall asleep or even helps you focus on tasks. You just hate what tends to come with the rain: thunder.

While you find lightning to be fascinating, and can watch it for hours trying to figure out where its starting point is, you prefer it when it’s as far away as possible. You count the seconds before you hear the deep rumbling of thunder, sending you under the covers in fear.

That’s exactly what’s happening tonight. The rain is coming down hard. The wind is too strong, making you feel uneasy in your apartment on the 15th floor. Your roommate, who is usually your safety blanket, is currently out of the country for work. This left you alone and unable to sleep in the dark, that sometimes becomes blinding light from the lightning being overhead. The thunder is almost deafening, rattling the windows.

You turned on your projector, casting light across your room to look like the northern lights, in an attempt to get lost in the colors and calm down. But it wasn't working. You’re on the verge of a horrific panic attack. You can feel it, and you subconsciously grab your phone. You can’t call your roommate because he’s on a plane and you can’t call your mother because the time difference is horrible. You scroll through your contacts until you land on his name.

You’ve been dating for a little over five months now, and it feels pretty serious. No “I love you's'' have been exchanged and the intimate moments were still relatively safe, but he calls you his and he is yours. But you didn’t want to scare him away with your irrational fears, and definitely didn’t want him to see you when you could barely control your anxiety. Not yet at least. He’d seen you panic over things you deemed reasonable to panic over like large crowds, people suddenly yelling, or receiving worrisome news. But you managed to contain the panic over the things you deemed unreasonable like fireworks, placing or receiving the wrong food order, the sheer idea of taking the subway alone, or in this case, thunder. 

You also didn’t want to admit to him how his voice was the most calming thing you’ve ever heard. How all you have to do in a situation that makes you anxious, is just make him speak about literally anything. That makes your heart rate lower almost instantly, as you focus on the beautiful cadence of his voice to distract you from the overwhelming surroundings. You aren’t ready to admit that to him because you don’t know if he would find it creepy or not.

You are about to scroll away from his name when, in rapid succession, your room lights up white. Not even two seconds later your entire building shakes, causing you to jump and scurry back under the blankets, trying to remember your breathing exercises. After a moment, finally getting your heart rate down just enough, you hear a voice muffled from under your pillow. Your eyes widen, praying you didn’t actually do what you did and he didn’t actually pick up. You grab your phone, turn it over slowly, and see your call screen with Jungkook’s name at the top. You immediately hang up the phone in a panic. 

Not even ten seconds later it starts ringing again. You let it go to voicemail, but it just starts ringing again, whilst getting messages asking if you were okay. You know Jungkook enough to know he isn’t going to give up. Letting out a heavy sigh, you take the phone under the covers with you and answer quietly.

“Hello?” 

“Y/n, did you just call? Is everything okay?”

“Uh…oh, did I? Sometimes I text in my sleep and I- I guess I accidentally…called…you…?” You try your best to sound convincing, fumbling over your words while pulling at the threads in your blanket. “I’m sorry if I woke you up.”

He lets out a groggy laugh. “You’re a terrible liar, y/n.”

“Shut up…it was an accident, okay? That’s all it was. Go back to sleep and I’ll see y-“

You’re cut off by another round of bright light, surrounding your room with bone rattling thunder. You let out a curse and clutch the phone closer to your ear, as if that’s going to help drown out the thunder.

“Y/n? What happened? Are you okay?“ He sounds so genuinely worried and you hate lying, to him especially, so with a shaky exhale you try to explain it as quickly as possible. 

“Ihatethunderandthestormispassingabovemybuilding. Danny isn’t home so I’m alone and scared andIjustwantedtohearyourvoice.” You squeeze your eyes shut, one hand clutching your phone and the other gripping the blanket still over your head. You prepare for the taunting, or to hear the line go dead, for several moments before you hear movement and the sound of keys on the other end. “Jungkook? What are you doing?“ 

“Is the passcode to get into the building still 0413?” He inquires and you hear a door close and an engine rev.

“Yes…but - Kook, you’re not coming over.”

“Yes I am.”

“No you’re not.”

“But I already am.”

“Then turn back around and go back to bed. You’re not coming over at 2:30 in the morning. You had a long day, go home.” 

“I have had enough sleep to come over. It’ll be fine.”

You huff, throwing the blanket off you and sitting up, snapping into what he titled Brat Mode whenever neither of you could agree on something, but refused to give up. “You know arguing with me is never going to end well. I will win. Every time.”

“And you know arguing with me will result in you up against a wall begging me to show you why you’re wrong.” He chuckles at your immediate silent response, knowing how flustered you get at the mention of anything sexual. It was killing him that he couldn't see how red your cheeks were right now. Realizing you still haven’t said anything after a minute or two, he checks the phone to make sure you were still on the line as he pulls out of the parking garage of his complex. “Whether you like it or not, y/n, I’ll be there in 27 minutes. Try to get some rest until I get there, okay?” 

“…Okay…,” you mumble softly. “Thank you…,” you whisper before hanging up. You tuck your phone back under your pillow and bring the blanket back over your head to hide away until your savior arrived. 

You’re not sure how long it’s been, because you were finally able to fall asleep with the knowledge you weren’t going to be alone. But you were jolted awake with a harsh crash of thunder. You couldn’t move, which terrified you more. Your fight or flight instincts kick in and you try to thrash out of whatever it was that is holding you down. It’s not working and the hold only gets stronger and tighter, but this time is followed by a worried voice in your ear. “Fuck, what the hell, y/n calm down it’s me. It’s Jungkook!” The last sentence ends in a light yell while you continue to thrash, panic flooding every fiber of your being. “Hey, focus on me, y/n I’m right here.” His left arm comes out from under your pillow and he maneuvers to hover over you; his weight on the left arm and the right hand leaving your waist to cup your face. “It's me. I'm here. You’re okay.” He murmurs over and over, searching your eyes for any recognition of him. It takes a few more moments before your eyes finally lock with his. It is like something clicks in your mind and you become frozen. 

”…Koo…?” You murmur softly, bringing both your hands up to cup his face, verifying he was real. With that verification, your eyes immediately well up and begin threatening to spill. His right thumb, still glued to your face, begins wiping away any tears that succeeded in escaping as he presses his forehead to yours. “You’re here…,” you trail off, lightly bumping your nose to his and trying to smile, even though your unreasonable brain wants to burst into tears and your lungs are straining to get any air in or out.

He lets out another small laugh, giving you your favorite beautiful smile with a scrunched-up nose. “Yeah, sweetheart. It’s me. I’m here. What happened there, huh? I told you I was coming over.” He whispers, leaning in to kiss your cheeks where he had just wiped the tears. “I probably should’ve woken you first, but you were finally asleep and I didn’t want to wake you. I’m sorry, bug.” 

“S’okay…” you yawn, stretching out underneath him before wrapping your arms around him and bringing him down to you fully. He snakes his arm back around your waist and rolls onto his back, letting you rest against him. Tucking your face into his neck, you smile and inhale deeply, wanting to find comfort in his entire being, but are met with a different smell entirely. Pulling your head back away from his neck, you look down at his sweater. “Why are you wearing Danny’s clothes?” You scrunch up your face at the smell. It wasn’t a bad smell, your roommate’s smell was fine and was actually the smell that brought you the most comfort. At least until you met Jungkook, then it became the second. 

The boy under you just smirks, moving your hair out of your face. “I forgot an umbrella, so the brief run to the car and then to your building, soaked my clothes. And I figured Danny wouldn’t mind me borrowing some sweats since he’s not here. Why?”

“You just smell like him. It’s weird.”

“Weird?”

“Yeah. Like, I know it’s you here with me, but you smell like someone else and it’s throwing me off. I don’t like it.”

“I can take it off if it’s really upsetting you. I don’t mind sleeping naked.” His offer sounded so serious, as if he was really concerned, but his facial expression said otherwise. He was fully teasing you, getting his wish to see your flustered cheeks like he wanted to earlier. You open your mouth in shock and look anywhere else but towards his gaze,  ending up on a piece of the hoodie that you were already clutching. “Would that be better? That way you just smell me?” He adds with a big grin across his face, tongue playing with the metal ring around his bottom right lip. 

You shake your head vigorously. “No no, it’s fine. I’ll get over it. It’s fine.” You rattle off, still clutching onto the hoodie. But he ignores you, sitting up and grabbing the bottom of the hoodie to start taking it off.

“No no, the princess can’t stand the smell. Therefore we must get rid of it posthaste! Before she bans us from ever returning to the castle.” He announces in the most dramatic fashion as he pulls the hoodie off, remaining in his own shirt. “I’ll just use the princess’ body heat to keep warm during this terrible storm. I’m sure she won’t mind.” He jokes, laying back down to wrap his arms around your laughing form again, tucking your head back where it belongs, in the crook of his neck. “There. All better, my princess?” 

You force yourself to contain your laughter and sound as monotonous as possible, “No. I like Danny’s smell better. Put it back on, you stink.” 

“How very dare you! After I traversed the dangerous outside elements to come and be by your side in your time of need, and this is how you treat me? The disrespect! The audacity!” 

You finally burst into laughter as he begins to tickle your sides, wheezing and trying to stop him by rolling away, only ending up with him back on top of you. He loved to tickle you, but you were still anxious from the storm and laughing to the point of wheezing, which always ended in you hyperventilating. You tapped both hands on his chest almost in a panic. 

“Koo, too much, please. Too much. I can’t - I can’t breathe.” Your eyes start welling up again and he stops immediately, leaning down to kiss the space between your eyebrows. 

“Okay, too far, I’m sorry. Breathe, bug. Breathe slowly.” He coaches your breathing for a few moments until you’re steady again. He is still above you, looking down at you like you’re his whole world. And you are. He knew it the second he met you and learned your name that you were going to be the one he would always want in any timeline in the universe. You were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, proving to you and the universe that you were his reason for being. His gaze travels from your eyes to your lips, to the steady breathing from your chest, back to your eyes, and then finally landing back on your lips. He mumbles something about how you have no clue what you mean to him before deciding to just give in and press his lips against yours, moaning into the kiss immediately. Your breath hitches and it takes a second before you shut your eyes and kiss him back with the same amount of desire, tangling your hands in his hair as his own hands drop from your waist down to your hips, gripping them tightly and pressing himself down into you. 

You two stay like this, hands roaming each other while he stays slotted between your legs. Your lips connected, only separating for air, or for him to trail down your neck before coming back to your pillowy lips. As if he could never get enough of them. You smile into the kiss, your hands reaching down toward his sweatpants. One of his stays firmly on your hip and the other under your shirt, slowly creeping up your stomach. Just as you were about to reach the promised land, a clash of thunder rumbles through your room, reminding you both why your boyfriend was here in the first place. You flinch at the noise, causing Jungkook’s creeping hand to retreat immediately out of reflex, learning not to touch you when you are uncomfortable. He looks down at you with wide eyes, hoping he didn’t do anything wrong, moving his other hand off your hip and onto the bed out of caution. “You okay, bug? Did I do something?” His voice shakes and you can’t tell if it is from the lack of air from making out, or his concern of hurting you.

“No, you’re fine. I’m fine. The thunder. I forgot about the thunder.” You choked on a small laugh out of embarrassment, covering your face with your hands. “I’m sorry. We can continue…if you want.”

He sighs, looking towards the window that displayed the city, the beautiful lightning dancing around the sky. He places a soft kiss on your forehead before getting off of you to close the blinds. When he returns, you expect him to crawl back on top of you and finish what you started. Instead, he crawls behind you, pulling your back flush against his chest, snaking an arm around your waist, and hooking a leg in between yours. He nudges your ear with his nose, kissing behind it before murmuring “Nah, it can wait. I’d rather have you on edge because of me and my tongue rather than the storm.” He practically counted down to when you gasped and watched your cheeks redden for what felt like the millionth time tonight. It was getting frustrating for you that he had this hold over you just by mentioning anything sexual. So you said fuck it and tried your best at responding in kind. 

“But don’t you need…I don’t know….help? With this?” You tried to sound as innocent as possible as you rolled your hips back against his crotch. His hand left your stomach, immediately gripping your hip in place against him and huffing into your ear.

“Don’t.” Got him. 

“Don’t what?” You ask sweetly, tilting your head back to try to get a better view of him. 

“Y/n…I’m trying to be the good supportive boyfriend that comforts you through storms. Not the boyfriend that completely ruins you and makes you mine over and over again.”

Don’t let him win, y/n.

“What if that’s the boyfriend I want?” You tried to roll your hips again but his grip only tightened further. 

“Then you’re shit out of luck, bug.” he tries to sound stern, but you weren’t completely unsuccessful with the last hip roll. It was taking everything in him not to buck his hip forward. 

You huff and lay your head back down on the pillow, facing away from him. “Maybe I should find a new boyfriend then…” you mutter softly, clutching the blanket closer to you. 

Jungkook’s jaw tightens and you feel his death grip on your hip release. His hand slides up past your waist, over your forearm, past your shoulder, and across to your throat where he lightly wraps his hand around it, bringing your head closer to his face. You knew you did it. You made him snap. Jealous Jungkook will always be the way to go if you want to win. You can feel it and you’re excited. However, instead of crushing his lips onto yours or attacking your jaw with aggressive love bites before completely ruining you, he kisses your temple, your cheekbone, the crook of your neck, ending on your shoulder blade before he takes a deep breath. “Y/n, it is almost 4 in the morning on a Wednesday. You have work in the evening and I cannot consciously allow you to go tired and sore. So behave.” He threatens before lightly biting down on your shoulder. 

You let out a defeated whimper, making him giggle. “You suck.” you sound like a fucking toddler about to have a tantrum. 

“I know. Now go to sleep, princess. I’ll be right here all night…or morning…” he let go of your throat, wrapping his arm around your waist again, this time tugging you back to him a little harsher to serve as a ‘my decision has been made’ move. You mumble an okay and a goodnight before getting comfortable and closing your eyes, happy to be wrapped up in his embrace. 

It’s completely silent except for the rain, the now distant thunder, and both of your slow breathing when Jungkook opens his sleepy eyes and looks down at your resting face. You look so happy and it overwhelms him thinking it’s because of him. He’s the reason you feel safe in someone’s arms. He’s the one you called when you were scared. He’s the one that gets to hold your hand, kiss you, and touch you. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear and leans in to kiss your temple. He hesitates there for a few seconds before finally whispering “I love you, bug. So much. I hope that’s okay.” 

He places another gentle kiss and settles back down, closing his eyes, beginning to drift off to sleep while thinking of better ways to tell you when you were awake. Except you hadn’t fallen asleep yet. You heard him and you were struggling to control your breathing and the desire to turn around and verify what he just confessed. Instead, you waited a few moments that felt like an eternity until you were able to control your lungs long enough to form two sentences. 

“It’s more than okay. I love you, too, Koo…” you whisper it so softly you weren’t sure if he heard it or if he was even still awake, until you felt him stiffen and his grip on you tighten. Neither of you said anything more, just basked in the love you both had for one another and finally having it out there. You drift off to sleep with a big smile on your face. Suddenly storms aren’t so horrible if it means having the person you love there by your side. 

#btshoneyhive #bangtaninn #jeon jungkook #Jeon Jung Kook #BTS #Jungkook x reader #jjk x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook moments #jungkook fluff piece #jjk #jungkook fanfic #jungkook #jungkook fic #Kelly posts #Kelly writes #fic: Through the Night

[i-can-even-burn-salad]

Till Death

[ID: The title of the story, till death, written in light green, brush-stroke letters over a photo of a blonde woman in black clothing, walking through a dense forest, facing away from the viewer. All other images are divider lines, showing four small brass bells. End ID]

Her garment covered him like a soft green blanket. It didn’t keep him warm, because there was no warmth to keep, but it made him feel a bit safer. One tiny barrier between his broken body and the teeth of the forest, but perhaps it was enough. Perhaps she was going to stay with him until it was over.

📖 Synopsis

Finnian is a wandering healer down on his luck. When one of his patients dies, the village turns against him, beating him half to death and abandoning him for thirst and scavengers to finish what they started.

Eilis lives deep in the forest, hiding from the world. When she finds him, impaled on a tree and barely alive, she can‘t leave him to his fate, even if it means upending the peaceful life she has built for herself.

As Finnian slowly recovers, days filled with quiet companionship make the prospect of him staying less daunting than either of them had expected. But he carries too many scars, and Eilis too many secrets, threatening to destroy their fragile relationship as the shadows of the past draw closer. When everything falls apart, will they save each other, or will the price be too high?

📖 About

Genre: Dark Fantasy Love Story

POV: Third person past tense, dual POV

Wordcount: 110k

Status: final_final_v2_thisone.doc

Content Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, gore and rape, including, graphic eye/hand trauma, attempted hanging, strong deathwish, insects, animal attacks, torture (whipping, strangulation, cutting, flaying, burns, broken bones), forced to watch, self-sacrifice, abusive marriage & childhood trauma

Vibes: left for dead / falling leaves / “please don’t leave me” / crows on the branches / making fire (the novel) / sweet berries / small touches / “i'm sorry” / the chiming of bells / a stubborn goat / unreliable magic / the smell of honey and milk / “don’t hurt her”

Moodboard | Playlist | Lego Finn & Eilis!! :D | Printed Version | "Advertisment" | Locket

AU: Forsaken - Forgiven - Forever

Custom artwork links below, contain spoilers as well as sketchy violence and gore <3

Left for Dead | Despair | Worry | Compliance | Forced to Watch | No other Way | The Wheel | Happy End

📖 Cast

Finnian

As a healer who cannot use his magic to heal, Finnian has spent the last fifteen years barely scraping by. He hates his profession, he hates people, and most of all, he hates himself. Unfortunately for him, someone else hates him just as much.

Eilis

Deep inside the forest, in a little hut with only her ducks and goats for company, Eilis is hiding from her past. She can’t trust, she can’t speak — but she also can’t turn the wounded stranger away, even if it means risking her heart.

📖 Tags

There aren’t many, because I have yet to think of a tag for the two protagonists. The only tag I am currently using is #wip: till death, for tag games and ask answers talking about this wip.

I don’t know what genre to call it — it does not quite fit the common cornerstones of Dark Fantasy, or Dark Romance, but oh boy, it definitely is dark.

It won’t be posted on Tumblr, instead arriving directly as ebook, because I am just done dealing with this site.

As of Aug 20th, the first draft is done at 110k words! Now I'll bother my friends, let it rest for a few weeks, then edit it. Fingers crossed!

It's out! Download the ebook here.

#wip: till death #wip intro #writeblr #whump

[neoflames]

I don’t watch Etho so I’ve kind of absorbed information through osmosis but there’s something going on with this guy so here you go

Word Count: 900+ (I can’t remember)

The Boogeyman’s Curse- Etho’s Internal Monologue

——

Etho is a boogeyman.

That is his task. Well, it is now. It wasn't always.

He's no longer the devil, the shadow cast over Cleo's life (although he knows she enjoyed the shade he brought with that assignment), competing with the sacrifice, the saviour that everyone holds so dear (he did once, he still does, but now he's fighting for his life, he doesn't have time for sentiment).

The privilege of allowing Cleo to do whatever she wants is gone, and now she's once again confined to the rules of a green life that she finds so miserable. Etho can't help but feel like he's failed her slightly, but people fail tasks all the time, so no big deal.

Now he's inflicted with this curse again. The boogeyman curse.

It isn't quite so lonely as it used to be. Etho can't say he misses the near-paralysing anxiety, or the fear you'll be found out and cast out of your safe place. There's others now. But there is still parts that he hates.

He hates that he's against his friends. He hates the twitch in his hand every time he holds a weapon, as if whatever he's holding is just as bloodthirsty as he's being compelled to be.

Etho hates that he had to die to get there and that he still has to kill to be a success, that he still has to kill to survive. But that is the nature of these games. Etho just thought he had more time to enjoy the simple joys of life before they were snatched away from him.

Cleo is the last green now, and he's both happy and sad about it- they deserve to live the longest out of everyone, he thinks. To enjoy the small things. But he knows she yearns for the chaos of the later part of the game, and he knows they have a target on their back now.

He thinks he did a good thing by letting himself get killed so she can escape, but he's still not sure if it's worth it. Etho isn't saying he didn't try to save himself, he did, but he could have tried harder. Maybe it was intentional, maybe it wasn't- that doesn't matter now.

He can't be friends with Cleo this session. He can't be friends with Grian this session.

Maybe he can't be friends with them at all, if one of the non-boogeymen is able to land a good hit that knocks him down to red.

He fears the day he can't be with them, but he knows it's approaching so as soon as he gets back, as soon as he's failed his task for lacking the bloodlust that compels him to betray those he cares for, Etho is going to make the most of his time with them.

He can only hope that he isn’t convinced by his newfound thirst for blood to do something he regrets.

Etho isn’t sure he could attack Grian or Cleo if he comes across them- every cell in his body might be begging him to kill, but he can resist (maybe) (hopefully). And if that means he fails, then so what?

Then again, he’s killed Grian before. Cleo’s killed him. He’s killed. He can do it if he needs to. He just doesn’t want to. Things are different now, it’s a different game, a different life.

He wants to protect them, to let them flee from his new ‘friends’, to hide them from danger, but he’s a runner. He’s not a protector.

Still, he’s not sure he can hurt them now that he holds them so dear, but he wonders if he can say the same for them.

Maybe they want him dead, maybe they’d be glad if he died now he’s a boogeyman, maybe they want to kill him themself, maybe-

Etho is dragged out of his thoughts by someone violently shaking his shoulder. “Etho?”

BDubs is shaking him, and he looks sideways. BDubs seems to be a tad more into this than most of the others. A handful of red lives are part of their ranks, and BDubs is one of them. Etho trusts BDubs not to kill him even after the session is over, but there’s just something unsettling about the gleam in his eye and the way his unhinged grin is slightly more terrifying than normal.

He responds with a quiet, “Hm?” as BDubs continues to shake him.

“You’re spiralling again. Calm down, we have stuff to do!” Etho blinks as BDubs finally lets go of his shoulder.

“How did you-“ BDubs cuts him off with a snort of laughter.

“Please. I’ve known you since forever, I know when you’re overthinking.” His friend says, his smile becoming annoyingly smug but also somehow so much less unsettling.

Etho nods quietly. “Oh- uh, yeah, sorry, my bad. Let’s- kill some non-boogeymen.” He stares up at his home, pausing to cast another glance at BDubs. Sometimes he wonders if BDubs knows him better than he knows himself. It wouldn’t surprise him.

But that’s not important. Now he has to keep his friends safe.

Etho tries to ignore how BDubs is watching him eagerly, clearly happy to be on the same side again (although that’s never really changed, it’s just official again after all this time).

He dreads to think what might happen if he has to choose between the people who he’d die for and the person who’s died for him.

#Neo writes #EthosLab #bdoubleo100 #ZombieCleo #Grian #<- they’re mentioned #trafficshipping #? #it can be interpreted either way to be honest #secret life #secret life fanfic #finally wrote something #look at my autism boy (Gn) #can you guys tell I don’t watch Etho I just absorbed this through dashboard rambling

[fanfic-lover-girl]

You came down harsh on Hermione and I’m going to say I think the whole wizardry world sees violence as fun and probably don’t share our views because everything can mostly be easily fixed. Like the Weasley’s testing their product on the younger student population (who most likely can’t defend themselves) and sell love potions (aka date rape drugs essentially). Hermione meanness should be pointed out, but like how fanfic writers whitewash Draco (reduce him to a misunderstood kid) I think it’s fair that others do the same for her. Also, with Draco we have the knowledge that he associates with a racist and I’m not talking about blood supremacy which makes him trash already. I’m talking about Pansy worm comment to Angelina. We are aware that Draco willingly cast two unforgivables. One successfully and the other unsuccessfully. Like they are both trash, but it’s funny on how you went on a Hermione tangent when Draco himself is basura too. Seriously though Hermione should have never attack Ron she was trash for that and should have been called out by Harry or Ginny. Then again Ginny also attacks ppl so yeah.

Hello anon.

First of all, why is it a problem that I came down harshly on Hermione? I tagged my post as anti Hermione and I hate her. Well, I don't hate her really, I hate how her character is handled.

I find most characters in HP intolerable. I can count the number of characters I like/tolerate on one hand maybe. I think the wizarding world is full of disgusting people who see muggles as lesser and have a high tolerance for abuse.

Why do I need to criticize Draco when I criticize Hermione?? The point of my post is that Draco is heavily criticized already for his part in Dramione but the same is never done for Hermione. So I criticized her part in dramione since no one else will. I clearly stated in my post that Draco is not good for Hermione either. You can find multitudes of people who hate Draco and multiple anti Draco posts. I think we need more posts calling out the golden trio for being terrible people too.

Before getting into HP, I thought Harry Potter was a great hero. But after examining his character I realized Harry is an awful person and has little consideration for other people. I actually find Harry more abhorrent than Draco. Because Harry is supposed to be the hero of the story but he is clearly lacking.

I actually hate fanfics that whitewash Draco. Draco is snarky and fun and awful a lot of times. I find him very interesting and entertaining. I don't like him being made into a super victim abused by his daddy and I don't like when he is overly demonized.

So yeah. What exactly is the problem? My post was about Hermione. Not Draco. I don't care if people want to whitewash her. But I sure as hell won't be tolerating it. If girls want female role models, there are other female characters out there 1000 times better than Hermione. Female characters who don't abuse their love interests for one.

#anti hermione granger #anon ask #anti golden trio #draco malfoy #anti harry potter #anti harry james potter #wizarding world is awful #anti romione #hermione is not a good female role model #anti dramione #anti fanon draco malfoy

[givehimthemedicine]

waiting // an el/max angst ficlet

this is an evil fic that you should not read. dedicated to a personal attack on @elmaxjunkie 😈

"It's almost over."

El had thought Max was napping. She keeps her unseeing eyes shut most of the time, and she can barely move around in her hospital bed, so it's hard to be sure when she's awake.

El lifts her chin from her hand. "What is?"

"Everything."

"We can stop it," she insists, although that's just vague optimism. They have no plan yet. They still don't even know what's going on.

"No."

It's not the word, but its firmness, that makes El's brow tighten towards a frown. Max is talking like she knows.

Pain medicine makes her talk funny sometimes, but usually it's in a sleepy silly kind of way. El reaches for her hand.

"We are going to do our best," she promises.

"You're going to do your best."

El isn't sure if this is a statement or question or correction or challenge.

She's become used to speaking in the plural, so used to others sitting in the other chairs around the bed, even though they're empty right now.

"Yes."

"Mm," Max makes a vague little noise. "I know how good your best is."

El stares, gaze dropping to the casts. Again unsure.

She thinks of getting up in the middle of the night to rearrange objects in her bedroom that were forming a shadow she did not like. She wishes she could do that to that sentence. In fact, to Max altogether, today. She's seemed in a funny mood, and not ha ha funny.

A silence passes. El looks around the room for a change of subject.

The ticking second hand of the wall clock becomes faintly audible to her as soon as she glances at it. It's ten minutes past when Lucas usually gets here.

El loves Lucas, but she treasures the time she gets to spend alone with Max, especially since coming so close to losing her.

She doesn't know exactly why, but in a surprising first, El wishes he would hurry up and get here.

"Lucas should be here soon."

"He isn't coming."

"Oh."

She listens to the sounds of muffled voices and beeps from other rooms while she tries to figure out how Max would know about a change in plans.

"I know it was you. Who brought me back."

El doesn't know what to say. It's not something she wanted kept a secret. But she also hasn't said anything about it, because it would sound like she wanted to be thanked.

"Lucas wouldn't have," Max adds.

"He couldn't have."

"He knows CPR. He could have. But he didn't."

Oh. CPR, yes, that's something she's heard of. People without powers have a way to restart hearts, too. She had forgotten.

If Lucas thought of that, he might feel bad. He shouldn't, but he might.

"He was.. stunned," El comes softly to his defense. "He did not know you could be helped."

"I don't hold it against him. He did right."

El blinks, searching Max's face for help understanding her meaning. Closed-eyed and expressionless, there is no help to be found.

"What?"

"You shouldn't have brought me back."

El frowns. "Don't say that."

"I was finally free. If you cared about me, you would have let me stay."

"Max, no," she shakes her head. "No. You have your whole life-"

"We both know you did it for yourself. Not for me."

El's stomach drops. "What?"

"You said you'd protect me. Isn't a life like this what you should've protected me from?" Max answers coldly. "I'm worse than a prisoner. Stuck with needles and hooked to machines, no say in any of it. I thought you loved me. This was the last thing I ever thought you'd do to me."

"I do love you," El shakes her head desperately. "You will get better. It is bad now, but you are getting better. You only have to stay here until you heal-"

"How do I look in my gown?" Max asks acidly. "As good as you did?"

El freezes, wounded. Blinking fat tears down her cheeks.

It's not the same.

It is similar, that's why she hates it.

She hates this whole place every day for what it reminds her of, but she comes every day for Max, and she tries to look around as little as possible on her way to Max's room. 301. That's not Max's number, it's just the room's number. The pattern on her gown is little squares, not little snowflakes. Hospitals and prisons are two different things, normally. It's not the same.

Fluorescent lights on white tile make her feel sick.

At least she had been able to see the lights. At least she could move.

It is not the same.

"Please - Max, this is not -" she tries to slow her shallow breaths. "You will go home as soon as you are strong enough. I'll help you. I'll take you outside myself, I promise."

She remembers how fresh air had smelled and how warm the sun had felt on her face on her first day outside. She wants that for Max.

Her eyes take inventory of all the tubes and braces and casts, wondering whether she could deliver on a promise to break Max out of here right now if that's what she wants. Wondering how exactly she would do it, whether she could do it without hurting her, whether she could take care of her at home.

"You brought me back to make it look as if you saved me. When the truth is... you chose to prolong my suffering, just to hide your failure."

Suspicion seeps into El's horror. Even with medicine, it is not like Max to say things like this. Either she is more furious than it ever seemed possible, or..

El tries to take her hand away, and the cool fingers around hers tighten.

"Condemned me to your idea of hell.. if only for a little while. All so you could play the hero."

El stands. "Stop." Her voice doesn't sound as authoritative as she wishes it would.

"But this is what you wanted. You forced me back into this broken body. Just to lie here in agony, alone in the dark. Waiting to die again." Max's voice is growing distorted and wrong. "Counting seconds until the end of the world. Just waiting. Waiting for it all to be over -"

"Let me go!" El pulls, but the grip on her hand grows impossibly strong.

"You would not let me go. And now, you will wait with me."

"Let GO!"

She shoots out her free hand, but nothing happens, because she is sure this isn't Max, but.. what if it is? And if it is, does she really deserve to be hurt even more, just for saying how she feels?

"Eleven." Max's eyes open, milky white but aimed directly at her. They look wrong, even wrong from the new normal-wrong.

A chill runs through her.

"It's time."

There's a distant rumble, the kind of tremor that has become commonplace in Hawkins these last weeks, whenever a little more ground is lost to the growing rifts. Only this time it grows slowly louder -

"El?"

El rights her sideways head, finding herself sore-necked in a deep slouch in a very uncomfortable chair at Max's bedside. She pulls herself up, shaken.

"Hello, anybody there?" Max asks, uncertain and jokey. Her normal voice. Her brow is creased, eyes searching vaguely in El's direction.

"H-hi. Hi, Max," El rubs her own eyes. "Sorry, did I wake you..."

"No, it's fine." Small and a little scratchy, but right. "You okay?"

The fingers sticking out of the end of her nearer cast flex a little, which El recognizes as the closest thing Max can manage to reaching out to her.

She's sad to find herself eyeing them with caution for a second before slipping hers into them. They're cool. Weak and gentle.

"I'm okay."

"I'm here for you too, you know." Max says, with a quirk of half her mouth that has to do with a smile, but is complicated. "Not good for much, but I'm here."

El works hard to make the smile she gives back a convincing one, remembers Max can't see it anyway, and gives her hand a light squeeze instead.

Max, in the condition she's in, still trying to comfort her nightmares...

That is what that was. Right?

Those awful words - those weren't true.

El reaches over and tugs Max's sheet up to her shoulders. Max smiles softly at the gesture.

A selfish act disguised as one of caring, she thinks.

No. She does care if Max is cold. Of course she does. It's not just so she doesn't have to see that gown. ...It's not just that.

Those awful words - maybe they weren't all false.

When she'd placed her hand on Max's heart, she really hadn't stopped to think what it would be like for Max if it didn't all work out.

El looks out the window where the air is hazy with a drifting smoke plume. The rift itself isn't visible from here, but at the rate it's spreading, it will be soon. Closing the blinds would only be for her own benefit.

Saving Max's life can not have been the wrong thing to do. But if they fail - if she does fail - and the world does end, her last thought will be sorrow for letting Max die twice.

If the world ends, she owes it to Max to hold her hand when it does.

#lizlemon[crowdbooing].jpg #angst #el / max #ficlet #fic #mine

[lovely-vermin]

Welcome home cast with a single parent reader

A/N:My mother was a single mother and so I wanted to do this in dedication to her! Also this can be seen as platonic or romantic! Reader is GN but their baby is a boy named Harvey whose 3 years old. Also if I forget any tags tell me so! Also my oc Matteo is in this! Maybe Out of character but also Teenage mutant ninja turtle is told.

A/N 2:It’s mostly with Harvey because Harvey is based off of me a bit and I was an adventurous and chaotic yet well behave kid so I’d make friends fast. Also VERY LONG and cussing but never from you,Harvey or the characters also I didn’t do Poppy as I just can’t really figure out how to write her

Wally darling

•Wally finds your son adorable! Harvey and Home are best friends who are best friends! (Other then he and Julie of course) Wally is willing to help around as he sees your the only parent

•Everyone who was raised here (I’m guessing Wally was as it’s not stated or if it was I haven’t read it) they all know the way around. Wally who was raised here gives you tips and tricks around this place and also areas where Harvey might get.

•If your busy then he’ll offer to watch over him. Harvey is a well behave kid but has ADHD so often he’ll start rambling with Wally. Wally just smiled and nods even if he doesn’t understand what Harvey says.

• “O-oh and Mikey is my favorite! He always says ‘CAWBONGA!’ Then attacks with his brothers” “oh wow! How about you tell me more?” He doesn’t know what the fuck Teenage mutan ninja turtles but loves to listen to it!

•Wally loves to draw with Harvey and you. Harvey draws eyes mostly but there never realistic as he kinda hates drawing them.

•In all Harvey loves your son and also is willing to baby sit!

Eddie Dear

•He finds Harvey very adorable. Also you get more mail then anyone as because your a single parent from people.

•Eddie makes Harvey the Honorary mailman. He probably tells you before hand so that you don’t get uncomfortable or worried. Harvey is very helpful and mimics a military walk to only tumble a bit the giggle

•He isn’t a babysitter as he only has the weekend off (then you take over bc you two have turns) and he uses that time for self care. He doesn’t mind playing with the kid if he has free time or if he chooses to on the weekends.

•Harvey made his own hat that sorta looks likes Eddies but instead it has a lot of patches but Eddie finds it adorable.

• “Look It’s Frank! You wanna give him the mail buddy?” “Mhm! I got this!” “Alrighty! Here’s the mail and remember to make yourself known” “Okie dokie!” Harvey then skipped to Frank’s house. “FRANKIE! YOU GOTS MAIL!” “AHH! Oh my goodness! You scared me Harvey but thank you buddy” “Yous is welcome!” Harvey left giggling as he was happy. Eddie was smiling the whole time

•He’s sorta a dad figure to Harvey and Harvey has called him dad on many occasions but Eddie doesn’t mind as he finds it cute.

Frank

•Frank is actually the main babysitter because Harvey has nicknamed him ‘Uncie Frank!’ Or ‘Frankie!’ But also he’s the one whose most likely to make Harvey actually have nap time and get his energy out.

•Frank is willing to help take over if he sees your overwhelmed because on some weeks you work with Howdy and on some weekends you work with the mail office! You are on and off between weeks and weekends

•Frank tells him all about butterflies making Harvey come over often just to hear more. Harvey usually sits down,looks up with him with a curious puppy face as he listens.

• “Uncie Frankie,what dat?” “That is…not a butterfly but it’s a moth but what type?” Soon you came behind them to pick up Harvey. “Oh an oleander hawk moth! Beauty ain’t it?” “DADDY/MOMMY!” Frank jumped a bit the sighed in relief. “Ah Y/N,also it is beautiful” picking up Harvey as you placed him on your hip you took a picture of the hawk moth with the camera around your neck. “I did a whole essay on that when I was in school!”

Julie Joyful

•Julie loves both you and Harvey! She’s often at your house to spend time with you or Harvey or both! She’s basically become your second child and Harvey’s sister.

•She actually lets you take naps as she plays with Harvey. She’s worried as you overwork and overwhelm yourself. She makes sure Harvey lets you rest so they’ll play outside for your nap.

•Julie is the second babysitter if Frank can’t babysit. Harvey and Julie get each other’s energy out fast with the many games they play! Mostly play pretend or hopscotch or their playing games they made up together

•Knocking on your door Julie smiled as she swayed side to side. You opened the door yawing as Harvey was on the ground pretending to be a worm. “Julie,hey guessing you wanna play with Harvs?” “Mhm! You can take a nap Y/N! I’ll take good care of him!” “Thank you,been on chaotic week” Soon you face planted into the couch immediately falling asleep. “Hey Harvey wanna go play hopscotch?” “Yes peas!” Harvey got up running towards Julie as they went outside to give you peace.

•Julie sometimes has sleepovers because she loves the way you make her feel oh so safe! Plus more time with her favorite buddy! She’s now the sister figure of Harvey

Howdy

•Howdy meet him because Harvey secretly helped him with his job. He didn’t notice until all the cans he needed to be put up were gone to only see a three your old put them away how he likes it. “Heya kid,where’s your guardian” “Mommy/daddy is with Uncie Wally! Said I can get candy but wanna help you because you look like Mommy/daddy when they work a LOT!” Howdy chuckled at Harvey’s comment. Ended up letting the kid take it for free for being so helpful

•When he met you he saw Harvey again but how he kept begging to push the cart which you allowed with your help as he is so tiny! He loved your personality and now sees why Harvey said that the first time they met.

•The others often come in talking but you and Harvey always come up. He does make conversation with you both becoming friends with you two fast as Harvey gifts him drawings or old action figures he no longer plays with but wants Howdy to have!

•He can’t babysit as he’s very busy but that’s not needed when Harvey will just sit by his counter rambling about things and playing with the toys he brought or his fingers. Finds it adorable to only realize Harvey has a habit of wondering away

•May or may not offer to make him a balloon for you to tie around his wrist…your still considering it

Sally Starlet

•Adores Harvey as he always makes it to her shows with you but she doesn’t get mad when you fall asleep,she knows it’s very difficult as a single parent so she’ll make sure to let you sleep during her plays.

•Harvey sometimes joins her plays but when he does their usually easy plays as he’s only three years old. She is amazed how a three year old can make outfits (He learnt from his GamGam aka Grandma because she knit and sew a lot!)

• “Okay Harvey what’s your lines?” Sally was smiling as she was bending down to Harvey’s height. Harvey thought for a while. “It’s ‘I shall slay da monster!’ Right?” “Yeah good job buddy!” She gave him double high-fives making him giggle

•Will hold your son under her arm while she carefully speed walks as Harvey pretends to be an airplane. She can be a babysitter but it depends if she’s got plans or shows

Barnaby

•He fucking loves the kid! Is like Harvey’s best friend as he’ll just pick up the kid and run around making Harvey laugh.

•When he met you he knew immediately that he’ll start to take the kid just so you can rest because of how energetic and adventurous Harvey is. Will also let you sleep on him as well as Harvey because he’s super sort(his fur helps)

• “Harvey! Wanna play hide and seek?” “YES PEAS!” “Okay! I’ll hide!” “Otay! I count to…20!” Harvey turned around shutting and covering his eyes while Barnaby went to hide. When you went to pick up Harvey you were met with your son hiding on top of a tree while Barnaby looked for him. You took a picture before calling for Harvey. They played again tomorrow.

•He’s Harvey’s big brother figure.

Matteo Beloved

•He and Harvey are twins. Will take Harvey to his radio station just so they can spend time together as Harvey loves him and Matto sees him as his little brother.

•He was raised by a single mother so he knows how tricky it will be for you. Always comes over and cooks for you so you can rest for a while will also become Harvey’s teacher as he was in the past. Honestly the neighbors just assume he lives with you now instead of his radio station but he still lives there

• “Heya chiquito!” “UNCIE MATTIE!” Matteo was smiling as he crouched for the boy to hug him. “Oh super big strong hug!” “Hehe! I super strong!” “Yeah you are! Wanna help me with today’s broadcast?” “Mhm!” You smiled as Matto put him on his shoulder as the two chaotic boys laughed on their way to the station.

•He and Harvey both ramble about their hyper fixation,ends up with them falling asleep. You gave him a copy of your key as he basically lives with you. You came home one late night to see Harvey sleeping on the boogie man’s chest with the TV playing Teenage mutan ninja turtles which you of coursed took a picture of!

Over all the whole neighborhood loves you and your son making them all be a big old family with you

#welcome home #welcome home arg x reader #welcome home x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #single parent reader #can be seen as platonic or romantic #x gn reader #fluff #Matteo beloved

[fanartandfanfiction]

The diary of Sebastian Sallow

Spoilers if you have not finished the main storyline.

Entry one: There’s a new fifth year! I’m excited to meet them, they must be pretty exceptional to be starting five years late. I tried to get Ominis to come introduce himself with me and he said he didn’t give a rat’s ass. Probably best they don’t meet him. He’s such a grouch nowadays. 

Entry two: I have never been beaten so quickly in a duel. I’m both annoyed and amazed. They absolutely destroyed me, which would have made me feel bad, but I got to watch them fight Prewett too, that cocky Gryffindor. I can’t stand him. He spends all his time looking down his nose at other people. It was fun to watch him get knocked off his feet. I invited the new student to Crossed Wands to be my dueling partner. We’ll be unstoppable! Ominis will be happy to be relieved of his position, he hates dueling and only did it because I begged him to. For some reason I had difficulty finding a partner. I think it’s because they know they don’t hold a candle to me.

Entry three: We destroyed the competition at Crossed Wands! The new fifth year and I are becoming fast friends, much to Ominis’ chagrin. He doesn’t like them for some reason, though that doesn’t say much, he doesn’t like most people. The new fifth year had to go into Hogsmeade for supplies and Professor Weasley wanted someone to go with them. They chose me! We had a pretty good time, right up until some trolls decided to attack. The new fifth year is definitely hiding something, because for someone who’s missed four years of schooling, they destroyed those trolls in a matter of minutes. I saw them do some sort of wandless magic. I asked them about it and they claimed not to know what I was talking about and refused to offer any more details. Strange. 

Entry four: It seems like every time I turn around, I’ve pissed Ominis off. The new fifth year needed a private place to practice their spells, so I showed them the undercroft. I know it’s technically Ominis, Anne, and I’s secret place, but I wanted to help out a friend in need. Of course Ominis lost his mind when he found out. He was furious with me and said it wasn’t my secret to tell. He wouldn’t listen to any sort of reason or explanation. He’s been different since Anne was cursed. I suppose I am too. 

Entry five: Every letter I get from Anne breaks my heart. She tries to be cheerful but I know how miserable she is. She’s in so much pain every single day and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. I thought maybe she’d enjoy making a new friend, so I brought the new student with me. Of course it wasn’t long before Uncle Solomon and I got into a huge fight. He thinks we should just give up on finding a cure for Anne. How could he just give up?! I’m not content to let my sister suffer. I’ll do whatever it takes to find a cure. 

Entry six: I’m ecstatic! I’ve found Salazar Slytherin’s personal spellbook! It certainly wasn’t easy to get my hands on. I had heard a rumor of a secret scriptorium and asked Ominis to show it to me. He refused and said nothing good would come of it. I pleaded my case with the new fifth year, they seem to have a way with words. Sure enough, despite Ominis’ numerous arguments and complaints, he agreed to help us find it. I think he has a secret soft spot for the new fifth year, though I wouldn’t dare say that. It was a good thing Ominis was with us, because only a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin could open the scriptorium. Inside there was a series of tiring puzzles. The new fifth year seemed to enjoy them so I let them have at it. But then we got trapped in a room with the remains of Ominis’ Aunt Noctua. Written on the door was the word “crucio.” We had to cast the cruciatus curse on someone to open the door. I have never seen Ominis in such a state. He was screaming at us about what a mistake it was and that we were all going to die here. I asked him to cast it, since he already knew how to do it. He threw a hissy fit and refused. I think he was being rather selfish. I’d read how to cast the curse, so I offered to either cast it on the new student or have them cast it on me. They chose to have me cast it on them. I felt awful hearing both them and Ominis screaming, but it worked! The door opened and I explored the scriptorium and found the spellbook. I can’t wait to devour it!

Entry seven: I may have done it. I may have found a cure for Anne! The book describes an ancient relic that’s extremely powerful. I was able to procure it with the new student, but not without a tedious amount of work. Spiders, spiders, spiders. Totally boring and easily flammable. I got the relic and tried to leave but Ominis blocked our path. He said he wasn’t going to let me leave with it. I used my secret weapon again, and they somehow convinced Ominis to let us go. He’s totally pissed at me though. That’s fine, he can be pissed at me. I’m not giving up the opportunity to help Anne.

Entry eight: I feel so betrayed. I’m furious with the new student. I knew they had an ancient magic ability, I assumed it was just a way to fight and made them powerful. What I didn’t know is that they have the ability to take pain away. Instantly. And they never mentioned it! How much time have I wasted chasing after a cure when the cure was standing right next to me?! They refuse to do it, saying it’s too dangerous and they don’t want to repeat history. I say curing Anne is worth any price. And it’s not just that, they’ve been working with a GOBLIN! Even after they know a goblin cursed Anne! It’s clear that there’s no one I can count on by myself. I’ll do this alone if I have to.

Entry nine: Anne has agreed to meet me at the catacombs! Diary, this is my last entry before everything changes! Anne will be cured, she’ll come back to Hogwarts, and things will be normal again. Things are finally, finally turning around!

Entry ten: What have I done? How did it get so out of control? I didn’t even feel like myself anymore…

Anne had reservations about the relic, and apparently wrote Ominis. And Ominis wrote the new fifth year, and then they and Ominis were pursuing me. Anne went home. I’d cure her eventually, but first I wanted to play with my new power. It felt amazing, I felt stronger than I ever had before! I was able to control inferi. An army of the dead at my fingertips! But then Ominis and the new student had to intervene. They tried to get me to stop, I refused, and then Uncle Solomon showed up. He always ruins everything. Apparently Anne had told him what I was doing and he came to stop me, like he always does. He destroyed the relic and the Inferi turned on us. I was blinded with rage. The new student tried to reason with them and explain that they were also trying to stop me, but he wouldn’t listen. As we fought, I thought of every time he’d destroyed my hope, every time he’d crushed my spirit. Before I even realized what was happening, I’d done it. I cast the killing curse. I felt sick to my stomach. Anne apparated into the cave and screamed at me. It shattered what was left of my heart. With powerful magic I didn’t even know she could use, she fried all the Inferi and destroyed the spell book. Uncle Solomon is gone. Anne is gone. The spellbook and any hope for a cure is gone. What have I done? I’m supposed to meet Ominis and the new student in the undercroft to discuss what they’re going to do with me. I’m terrified of being sent to Azkaban, but I would deserve it. I’ve ruined everything.

Entry eleven: They spared me. I don’t know why, but they did. Even Anne. They said that I’d have to live with my own actions and that was punishment enough. And they’re right. I can’t close my eyes without seeing uncle Solomon collapsing to the floor, or Anne’s face, full of hatred for me. I see the looks of horror and disgust on Ominis and the new student’s faces. I’ve lost everything and everyone. 

I decided to try and apologize to Anne, but she’s gone. She left me a letter saying she just couldn’t stay here anymore. She said she’d always love me but she could never forgive me. I’m in more pain than I ever thought imaginable. I either sob until I can’t anymore, or everything is numb. I spend most of my time wandering the halls. I rarely attend classes. What’s the point? How am I supposed to move on past this? Maybe they should have sent me to Azkaban. I’m already a prisoner in my own mind anyway.

#fanfic #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow story line #sebastian sallow fic #sebastian sallow hogwarts legacy

[stardustlyssa]

silly (probably poorly written) drabbles: marlie x steve; first meeting

heheheh i am obsessed with my two sillies. humor me with an amatuer mini fic about steve meeting marlie when he saves her from a creep

tw; mention of attempted assault, poorly written conversations

Clouds hung drearily over the skies of the Boiling Isles, making the already dim light of night darker. In the poorly lit streets of Bonesborough, a petite witch was making her way home. She clutched her purse tight to her body. Besides her, a few witches filled the streets. Most were drunk, others were night market salespeople, and others were coven scouts on the night shift. The witch had just finished closing up The Silver Snifter, a local potions shop and tavern run by her mother. Now exhausted from her long day the woman focused only on returning to her home and bed. Not aware of her surroundings, she failed to realize a drunk man was tailing her.

As she stopped at a crossing, her scroll buzzed in her pocket. Reaching into her pocket, she was now fully distracted. The intoxicated stalker lunged at her. She cried out in fear, fighting the larger male above her as he tried to lean in close to her. 

“Come on, baby… I just want to kiss you.”

He slurred and grabbed one of her arms, pinning it above her head. She flailed and kicked with all of her strength in a desperate effort to evade his advances. Tears welled up in her eyes as she mouthed ‘no, no, no’ repeatedly. Though she continued to fight, she felt herself growing tired. Before she could give up, a loud voice echoed from an adjacent road. 

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?!”

Footsteps pounded towards her. The man holding her down was tackled. It was a coven scout who heard her cries, and he now towered over the drunk. Raising his arm, he cast a spell. Handcuffs manifested on the assailant’s wrists. Two more scouts emerged from the street, taking the man away. Though she was safe, her heart was pounding. Tears welled up in her eyes. A soft sob escaped her mouth as she curled up into a ball, holding herself weakly. The scout who had stopped the attack noticed her distress and turned to kneel beside her.

“Hey, hey. It’s alright. You’re gonna be A-OK, alright?”

His voice was much softer than before, trying to reassure her. She looked up at the masked figure, who offered her his hand. Taking it, she was helped up into a seated position. Tears continued to run down her face uncontrollably. He remained beside her, waiting quietly for her to catch her breath. As her sobs slowed, he spoke up once more. 

“You shouldn’t be out so late, it’s dangerous.” She looked at the scout, sighing. “I wouldn’t if I had the option. I close the tavern nightly.” Her voice was weak. He looked at her, obviously surprised that she was the one running the business. “You have to walk home alone like this every night?” He waved at the poorly lit alleyways, baffled by the fact she was doing this regularly. She nodded, much to his shock. “Every night. I would use my staff, but usually I’m too tired. I don’t want to get hurt flying.” He cocked his head, chuckling. “So, walking down a suspicious alleyway is safer?” Though his answer was sarcastic, he was noticeably concerned. She could only shrug in response, knowing neither option was ideal. The two sat in silence for a moment before he spoke up again. 

“Well, I don’t like leaving people in bad positions. I would hate to let a pretty witch like you get picked on or crash land,” he gestured as he spoke, turning to look at her. “Would you mind me walking you home? You live on my route anyway so it wouldn’t hurt. Nothing happens here at night.” The offer caught her by surprise. Scouts were often among the patrons who teased her, but this man seemed kinder and more genuine in comparison. He took the time to protect her and listen to her too. After some thought, she looked at him and nodded. “That would be wonderful, sir.” She accepted his offer with a small smile. He paused before laughing and replying, “Steve. Please, just call me Steve.” She giggled softly and nodded. “You can call me Marlowe, then.”

#toh oc #oc x canon #toh fanfic #canon x oc #steve tholomule #toh steve #steve toh #the owl house #toh #steve is too good for this world #he would be so serious about his job #and making the coven have a friendly face #i love him #sorry i am bad at writing

[dolcid]

Cozy Nights | Star Wars | Fallen Order

Pairing: Cal Kestis x Nightsister Merrin

Summary: Cal and Merrin spend the night underneath the stars.

A/N: I have no clue if anything I say about Dathomir is right, so correct me if I'm wrong! :)

After being with the crew for a few months now, Cal noticed how intrigued Merrin was when she saw something new to her. Her eyes brightened and her brows lifted, sometimes she would even scratch her chin in thought. Cal thought it all was adorable, and as much as he hates the thought of a nightsister being adorable, he figured she was an exception. After only knowing Dathomirian customs and such, he also figured he could be the one to show her the vast beauty of the universe.

Tonight, Greez had taken the crew to Alderaan, a galactic hub of art, culture, and most importantly, freedom. While Merrin may have had free will on Dathomir, it was the only way of life she knew. Cal was determined to change that.

As the sun settled behind the clouds, the crew had already begun to hit the hay. Cal, however, was still wide awake and watching the sunset when Merrin found him.

"Cal? What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be asleep?" She asked, brows furrowed as she looked him over. Cal smiled as he turned to her.

"I'm watching the sunset, wanna watch it too?"

Merrin's face twists into confusion, the sun on her planet was beautiful yes, but she never thought of watching it set.

"Sun..set? Do you mean to say you watch the sun as it sets?" She asks carefully, stepping a bit closer to Cal now. Cal laughed gently at her question and motioned for her to sit.

"Yeah, it's beautiful. You've never watched the sunset?" Merrin sits as he asks, simply shaking her head in reply.

"Night was when Dathomir was the most dangerous. Creatures that hide during the day come out and hunt, most people did not survive the attacks," she explained simply, eyes focusing on the horizon.

"Oh, well I can understand that. But here? There are no creatures to hurt you. Only the sun, the stars, and you." Cal quips, leaning back onto the ramp of the mantis. Merrin hummed and took in her surroundings. Cal wasn't wrong, the sky was beautiful. A shade of pink and purple gently mixed with orange, the bright light of the sun slowly drifting underneath the clouds.

"It is beautiful," Merrin spoke, her eyes fluttering at the sight. Cal smiled and took in her looks. The sun casted perfectly onto her cheeks, the pink hues making her look almost angelic, the wind only adding to the affect. Cal mentally saved the image, wondering if she always looked this beautiful. Which he knew she did, he was just to busy to ever notice.

"Yeah, it sure is," he spoke, eyes still fixated onto her face. A red hue suddenly appearing on his cheeks.

"The sunset isn't the only thing that's beautiful, have you seen the stars?" Cal asked looking up briefly before turning to Merrin.

"The...stars?" Merrin questioned, her puzzles look from earlier returning. Cal chuckled again. She was unbelievably cute.

"Yeah, those orbs of light that appear after the sun sets?" He describes, watching as her face seemed to contort more.

"I don't think I have seen these...stars. The red sun on Dathomir is very different from regular suns. It makes the atmosphere appear dark red at night." Merrin explains dutifully, her finger resting on her chin before clasping together over her legs. Cal widened his eyes.

"You've never seen the stars? Oh Merrin, you're in for a treat!"

"Treat?"

Cal laughs again, a hearty genuine laugh. Gently grabbing Merrin's hand, Cal walks them down the ramp onto the soft grass.

"Here, it's better to watch them like this," he says, laying down onto his back before patting the spot next to him. Merrin arches a brow but follows suit, resting her hands over her stomach.

Slowly, the sun rests beneath the horizon and stars begin to pop out, taking Merrin by surprise.

"Are those the stars you are talking about?" She points, looking to Cal as he chuckles.

"Yeah! Aren't they great? Just wait till more come out, then I can show you the constellations," Cal says, already expecting questions.

"Constellations? What are those?" Cal smiles and holds up his pointer finger, pointing out certain stars that form the constellations.

"That's Orion's Belt, and that's the Big Dipper, there's also a small Dipper too,"

Merrin watches in astounment, utterly fascinated by the facts she's being told.

"I did not know other planets had these...customs, it is fascinating to hear about them," she says to him, absentmindedly leaning into his side. Cal visibly blushes but says nothing, secretly enjoying the action.

"Now's the best part," Cal speaks softly, his voice a mere whisper "falling asleep under the stars." Merrin hums.

"Sleeping under the stars? I had never imagined people doing something so...calming, usually on Dathomir, ne and what's left of my family had to search for shelter. A place where we could be safe from roaming creatures."

Cal listens carefully, interested in her culture.

"Don't worry, I won't let anything hurt you here," Cal says gently, staring at Merrin as she slowly looked to him.

"Thank you, Cal." Without question, Merrin suddenly leans into Cal's side, resting her hand over his chest. Cal blushes madly at the action, but simply drapes his arm over her own, both slowly falling asleep as the stars shone.

In the morning, Cere finds the two in the same position, figuring that waking them would be foul.

Tags: @bxmxtx @reader8679

#star wars #star wars jedi fallen order #jedi fallen order #cal kestis #nightsister merrin #merrin #cal x merrin #merrical #fluff #my writing #cal kestis x nightsister merrin #cal kestis x merrin

[grigori77]

Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 88

Ah yeah, 9th Anniversary! Sweet ... hence the fancy duds! Cool ...

Wr don't need a skit, just let Taliesin cause Sam massive distractions ... oh, okay ... yeah, these fake Sam ads are always fun ... that one was ... unique ...

Plushie Sprinkle! OH MY GODS IT'S SO CUTE!!! :3

Ah yeah, cliffhanger resolution time! What's happening?

Okay, so have they been rumbled? Who is this? Does not sound good ... hmmmm ... gotta be careful with this ...

A "cute" growl? Hmmmm ...

Touch your friends with CONSENT, Letters ...

A SLITHERING sound? That can't be good ...

Travis' sleep paralysis demon is Laudna, apparently ...

I love how they're almost CASUALLY considering letting complete strangers suffocate in the Hole ... this group really are a bunch of murder hobos ...

Imogen: "We don't kill people!" Ashton : "We just power them down." FCG: "So they just go to sleep?" Ashton: "For a very long time, yes."

Hallucinatory Terrain? Sounds cool ... oh, ten minutes to cast? Yeah, maybe not ...

So they're coming now ...

A Battlemap? Just in case? Okay ... Sam's plug may not actually be necessary ...

Laudna-in-the-box ... XD

Pass Without A Trace is verbal composed? I agree, that IS counterintuitive ...

The porno play again? Really?

So they definitely ARE bad guys ... Unsettling Presence? Yup ...

They DOMESTICATED one of the freaky worms? Oh dear gods ...

Yeah, that's just LOVELY ... oh, it's BLIND! Great ... and it just KEEPS GETTING WORSE ... yeah, Travis is HATING IT ...

Time for D&D maths, guys ...

Laudna's Mission: Impossible dance of evasion ... XD

Sound like rocks, Ashton!

It has a freaky FLOATY ability? Weird ... crap, there's TWO MORE!!! Shit ...

Balls ... Imogen's BUSTED ... O.O

It's BITING HER HEAD?!!! Aaaaaaaah! Now it's CHEWING?!!! Fuck! Noooooo ...

How is Laudna not completely panicking right now? Seriously ...

An ANIMAL HANDLING check? Hmmm ... NAT20!!! Yes! This is a total fucking MIRACLE that this worked ...

Just get out of here, creature! Shoo!

Oh shit ... 7? That's such a bad roll, Laura ... it's just SO BAD right now ...

Shock Flare? Really? And now Inflict Wounds? Might be better ...

Laura: "TRAVIS, SHUT UP!!!" Maybe too late for that, now ...

Foll for Initiative? FUCK!!!

Matt's Peter Lorre impression is beautiful ... XD

Laudna convinces Fearne to turn into one of THESE things ... okay ... a Slither? Really? Ye gods ... Marisha thinks it's cute ... Travis: "Shit, WHAT?!!!"

Oh fuck yeah, they still can't see anything ...

FCG casts Guiding Bolt at 4th Level? At Disadvantage ... oof ... it still hits! Phew ... 23 damage! Yes!

More chewing! Argh! But Imogen's mental cries are oddly hilarious ... LOL

Yeet the faux slither! Fearne goes upstairs ... and now she's floating about up there ... she's getting SCRITCHES?!!! Really?

A bigger Battlemap? Hmmmm ...

Tremorsense, not Blimdsight ...

Oh, this is not good at all ... they're in a BAD SPOT right now ...

Marisha gets Whispers! Okay then ...

Stay quiet? RIGHT NOW?!!!

A deception check? As a worm? This is one of the most surreal battles we've had on this ...

Orym FEELS HIS WAY to the fight ... ye gods ... oh, here it is ... and ENGAGE!!! Stabby stabby stabby! A Goading attack! Sweet ... a lot oh hits ... and he IMMEDIATELY gets the HDYWTDT!!! Nice ...

She's free! Meanwhile Orym's puking ... Imogen tries to stop it and he vomits into her hand ... oof ...

Fake them out, Fearne!

It's working, she's leading them away! But NOW shat does she do?

Chetney starts to do a Crimson Rite ...

Yeah, everybody's just HOLDING right now, ready for whatever ... FCG can't heal Imogen because it makes noise ...

Lead them outside, Fearne! Come on ... this might actually work ...

Looks like it might be clear enough for now, at least ... Darkness dropped! Imogen is HURT ... not TOO bad but thos must be painful ... 2nd Level Cure Wounds from FCG ... 13 points of healing back! Phew ...

Yeah, how's Zhesh ... okay, not great ...

The Hole is turning into Mrs Miggens' pie shop cellar in Sweeney Todd ...

Can a slither SHRUG? XD Deception check ...

Crap, she's busted ... oh, no, they're just GOADING her ... now what? So she's just FAKING IT st someone else's door ...

They're burrowing! Okay Fearne, notes your chance! She flees to the others again ... or TRIES to ... yeah, she doesn't actually know WHERE she is so she just KEEPS GOING ...

Fearne is now LOST underground ... crap ...

This has become very surreal all of a sudden ...

Locate Creature? To guide her back? Yes, do that ...

FCG I'd trying to guide her back to them through some VERY ridiculous second hand directions ... and she's FINALLY back home them ...

"The Purple Lightning does not strike twice." Okay ...

Zhesh is fascinated by Ashton's hammer AND his skull ...

Oh ... a crystal blade replacement for FCG's saw? Cool ... that could be pretty sweet ...

They use the bones of their beloved dead in crafting things? That's cool in a creepy way ...

So the bane worms are basically like sandworms ...

A shortsword? Cool ... and it's blue ... that's very cute ... good choice, Orym ... oh yeah, that glow thing is a nice bonus, like a Ruidusborn detector ...

Druidcraft strawberries ... cute! :3

Laudna's giving Sashimi crystal bladed hands ... wow, that is EXTRA creepy ...

Short rest, then ...

Oh, the box? Aha! Yeah ... can they unlock it?

Ashton gets a ratty new makeshift glove ...

Chetney Claus returns ...

Orym takes his shirt off? Oh boy ... O.O

Fearne tries to use a long distance Dispel Magic on the box ...

Treshi scry ball ... still some distance away, at least ...

Zhesh makes FCG his own little crystal mood stone indicator on his chest ... oooh, AND he gets a new and improved sawblade ... that's pretty cool ... scary good ... snd it's LETHAL, too ...

Dusk has arrived ... time to go ... off to the Overspoke ...

Meanwhile opening the box ... and it works! Nice ... unlock it, then ... check for traps! Chetney is SCARY proficient at lockpicking ... and it's open! Here we go ...

An odd device ... hexagonal? No, you are JOKING, surely not ... oh no, more like something from the Malleus Key, but much more high quality ...

Eyes of yhe Rune Keeper? Okay ...

Abjuration magic ... cool ... Nat20, okay ... it's PART of something serious ... oh, it's designed to BREAK A SEAL ... it's Aeoran tech! Holy shit!

And NOW we're taking a break ... O.O

There's a 1 in 6 chance that the crystal blades SHATTER with each hit? Crap ... but in Imogen's proximity their properties are boosted ... cool ...

Arcana check for FCG ... BIG success ... okay ... even so, still really no more actual information on the piece in the box ...

Apparently Sam just discovered that FCG has acquired a black negligee from somewhere, but has NO RECOLLECTION where ... O.O

So back out into the street ... Vanguard gear on again ...

Keeping an eye on the scry ball as they go ... yeah, probably best ...

Group deception check ... it's good, not GREAT ... hmmm ...

Spiral stairs ... okay then ... but there are guards ... so what to do, then?

Chetney Claus sees you when you're doing THAT?!!!

Oh, so they could just BLUFF THEIR WAY up? Cool ... they think Imogen's her mother? Or just that she's automatically expected? Hmmmm ...

So is this actually working, then?

Aha, so here's Earot ... another deception check? 25? Bloody hell, Laura ...

Looking for a PURPLE house? With darkvision? Hmmmm ...

Borrowing Earot's spyglass ... and intimidating hom with her telekinesis ...

A Reiloran copy of Tusk Love ... which lost something in translation, apparently ... XD

Aha! Purple! Okay then ... so we have a destination, then ...

Off to find the Volition ...

Liliana is now FAMOUS on Ruidus ... hmmmm ... this could be useful OR problematic, depending on circumstances ...

Orym is now pretending to be Imogen's bodyguard to maintain an Illusion ...

Is that a Videodrome reference there, Matthew?

Pass Without A Trace! Go!

Fuck, yeah ... Ashton's still exhausted, we'd clearly forgotten about that ...

An excavation site? Okay, then ...

So ... is this a test? This IS the place, isn't it?

A persuasion check ... go Orym! Yeah ...

Oh, sneaky mind reading from Imogen ... now persuasion? 24! Okay ...

Meanwhile Chetney's fallen asleep ... on his FEET ...

Okay, looks like they passed the test ... so they're "friends of the Volition" ... okay ... Watcher Volido? Cool ...

Talk to Rashinna of the Golden Hammer? And Gaz Tomo? Hmmmm ...

A secret passage! Yay!

Apparently Orym is VERY SMALL ... O.O

Going in a pair at a time, losing the Vanguard outfits as they go ... and now they're in ... while Matt accidentally punches the mike and gives us all a heart attack!

In a tunnel, then ... going down ...

Oh, here we go ... how DO THEY prove they're friends of the Volition? Oh, the bodies? Really? The Juggernaut's head? Wow ...

So Rashinna will decide ... hmmm ...

A very weird wooden door ... so what's THAT about, Matthew?

So this guy's a Shrike? But blind ... that's interesting ... I like this guy, whoever he is ...

The door is ALIVE? Whoa ... they're ROOTS? Fascinating ... Chetney is rightly intrigued ...

Okay, so they're now SURROUNDED ... yeah, that's about right ...

They have their own Juggernauts? Bloody hell ...

Ah yes, this must be Rashinna ... oh yes, she us VERY impressive indeed ... oh, and she speaks OPENLY!!! Wow ...

True, Bells Hells STILL haven't picked a leader ... but Orym's picked Imogen, which is right ...

Imogen must make it clear she is NOT loyal to her mother ...

A persuasion check? Oh boy ... 27? Holy fuck, Laura!

Oh, so she believes her? Or rather believes that SHE believes that, at least ... maybe this'll work, then ...

Some kind of fancy magic mirror? Oh, so it's dome kind of ENTRANCE? Fascinating ... Holy shit, it's like the Goblin King's Labyrinth in there ...

Oh, so THIS is the real Kreviris? That is BEAUTIFUL ...

Gods, I love it when Matt gets enthusiastically carried away with his descriptions ...

A massive crystal core at the center of it all ... fascinating ...

Oh, that thing is the Weavemind itself? Wooooo ... and THAT I'd where Matt chooses to end it? Bloody hell ... cue massive indignation, ESPECIALLY from Ashley ... much as I would expect ...

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[mneiai]

For the DA prompts, DA:I - anything that deals with the way you can screw up table missions until the elf inquisitor to lose their entire clan. (And a table mission being the ONLY TIME THIS IS ACKNOWLEDGED OR MENTIONED IN THE GAME OMFG.) Your choice of characters but even years later I'm salty about BioWare dropping the ball BIG TIME on this and will seek out any and all opportunities to redress this CRIME OF STORYTELLING.

Omg I hate those missions! The fact there's like one right choice each time or else they and/or a bunch of other people die and even if it basically worked the last round it kills them the next time you choose it or vice versa fills me with fury every time! How are those even equivalent to shit like some Trevalyn cousins pretending to be closer to the Inquisitor than they are and everything basically working out regardless of your choice? It's like top 3 worst advisor choice moments.

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So, the first time I played an elven Inquisitor they were a female elf romancing Cullen and that's sort of always stuck in my head.

This is set immediately after the results of the last choice.

XxX

News of Clan Lavellan's fate cast a sober air across the Inquisition. Cullen still sent troops on the off chance that some of her clan yet survived, but Ellana had little hope.

She had been cautious, over and over again, choosing more often than not to avoid using their troops in case her clan thought they were under attack or the people decided to retaliate against them once the troops were no longer there, but now she wished she hadn't.

In her dreams, she sends twice the number Cullen would have. And Elven scouts before them so Deshanna was warned. A letter would be sent back, scolding her for being so overprotective, but with undertones of love.

Ellana would never receive another letter from her clan. She'd never hear Deshanna's gentle voice or the laughter of the children or....

Spread around her on the floor of her room was every piece of correspondence, every note and recommendation her Advisors had given about her clan. She could trace the horrible path of destruction and distrust, could see exactly where, suddenly, she'd had too much hope. Too much faith.

She'd been spending too long among the shems, had internalized too much of her position and titles.

"There's no telling if it would have gone differently." Cullen's voice pulled her from the downward spiral of her thoughts and she looked up to see him at the top of her stairs, Cole peeking at her through the railing lower down them.

"They would not have attacked the Inquisition! Some of these cities are Inquisition allies!" she gave the protest that had been swimming in her head for hours, since the news had first reached them.

He walked forward, kneeling on the floor on the other side of the pile before he was too close and looming too tall. Perhaps all of his time praying had made him sensitive to such things and she still had enough reason left within her to appreciate it.

Reaching out, hesitating just long enough that she could have stopped him, he took up one of Leliana's recommendations, smoothing down the wrinkles Ellana had made as she gripped it. "Though a lie might bring you comfort, I cannot offer one. You will never stop second-guessing your choices in this. The pain will become duller, less pronounced. Eventually you might go days, even weeks without thinking of it. And while it does not help now, at least you will have the comfort in knowing you were trying to do what was best, to save as many lives as possible."

"By hesitating, by using shem diplomacy when I should have shown my power," she bit out, her hand back on his final recommendation, the one she hadn't taken.

Cullen shook his head. "When this first started...do you remember, those weeks ago? I recommended sending troops in immediately," he gave a wry, humorless smile, "I fear that is my answer to most anything these days. In retrospect, I know that would have been the wrong choice. If...if it was the right choice this time--and we cannot know that--you were still not wrong to hesitate."

She let herself dwell on those words, remembering the recommendation he spoke of as she had only just reread it. He'd backed down as soon as she pointed out that her clan might react poorly to shem troops marching towards them. And she still knew she'd been right on that account.

"You each offer advice based on your expertise and I don't push you for more. You're no diplomat, but if I'd had you reach out to the other city-states instead of Josie, it might have gone differently." She knew he had close contacts high up in Kirkwall and Starkhaven, ones who might have been willing to leverage their own connections in the rest of the Marches.

"I...don't know." He wanted to say more, she could tell, could imagine him wondering if the people he knew had done less than their best because it was a stranger asking--she had not meant to give him another reason to blame himself, they both had more than enough of that.

When she'd pulled out these notes, she'd seen files upon files of other ones. All of the records of the important missions were kept in the same place, at least the ones that wouldn't give too much away if spies got ahold of them. It had reminded her of other choices she'd made, of other results they'd had.

How many people had she gotten killed over the last year, by doing what felt like the right thing?

Horribly, none of that mattered as much as this time. No one else mattered as much as her family had.

She was expected to save the world, but she couldn't even protect the people who mattered most to her.

"Ellana." Cullen interrupted her thoughts again.

His odd shem eyes were bright with unshed tears--for her grief, for her pain. She crawled across the strewn papers to push into his arms, uncaring if the hesitant thing between them allowed for such closeness. For now she just needed to soak up the warmth in his broad form and pretend like her world wasn't falling apart while she was tasked to keep everyone else's together.

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[willel]

Not trying to sound annoying here, but I said many times that this play was going to most likely include a love story between Bob's sister and Henry while people disagreed and attacked me. Now it's revealed that what I predicted was true, now some people just seem to not accept this reality despite the reveal being obvious.

I also think that it's pretty likely that the writers will connect the story to the play and revolve the story around it by conforming that Henry wants to take revenge on the town and on Joyce, Bob, and Hopper because of something they 'did' in the past from Henry's perspective. Maybe they caused Patty's death accidentally and that's what made Henry be angry at town and Joyce, Bob, and Hopper. That may be the reason why Henry wants to take revenge on the town and Jopper + Bob. This also most likely includes Will's kidnapping. And it actually would explain a lot of things, if Henry wants to kinda take revenge, it explains why the Byers are the only family in the town who seem to get targeted in S1, why the MF/Demogorgon seems to not be fond of Joyce and was angry at her, why Will was the one who got targeted twice, and why Bob ended up getting killed, etc.

We may not like this story personally, but let's be real guys... it's very clear and likely that this is where the writers are going for in terms of the overall story and the play's plot.

Is the discourse really that intense right now? I barely see anyone talking about the play

I agree that Patty may play a part in Henry's downfall, but I don't think it'll be the only reason. Maybe just the start of it. The "memory that makes you sad but angry" and he starts spiraling as one bad thing happens to him after another. Patty, his mom, Brenner, all of it.

And you know, I've been wondering about this Alice thing as well. Why wouldn't she have been cast? It's so weird. It got me thinking, was Alice adopted? Did they try to "replace" Henry with a happier child? I dunno random thought that's been swimming in my brain.

Anyway, I still don't agree that Bob, Joyce, or Hopper will be directly involved int his or that Henry has a personal vendetta against them in particular. The Byers weren't the only ones targeted in town, only Will seemed to have been hand picked. Otherwise, the Demogorgon only cared about food and El. It chased or killed everyone else.

In season 2, yet again, it didn't give a shit about anything other than Will and only started caring about everyone else when it got burned and decided to kill anyone in Will's way.

In season 3, it only cared about El. Everyone else involved was meat food.

In season 4, he only cared about his 4 targets so that he could open a gate and kill everyone.

Imo, it's unnecessary to center this conflict on Vecna getting revenge against Joyce and Hopper specifically. I truly think Henry hates the whole town and everyone in it, including them.

I think Joyce, Hopper, and Bob probably witnessed what happened that upset Henry so much, but I'm really not sure why they'd be the cause of it. Not even accidentally.

An example I can think of is their biggest inspiration for Freddy Kruger. When he was alive, Freddy was burned to death by an entire mob of parents so now he hunts down the children of that mob, which is essentially the whole town. Whether or not the parents directly did something like pour gasoline or light the fire, they witnessed it and thus became his targets.

In A Nightmare on Elm Street, Freddy is introduced as a serial child killer, Fred Krueger, from the fictitious town of Springwood, Ohio, who kills his victims with a bladed leather glove he crafted in a boiler room where he used to take his 20 victims. He is captured, but is set free on a technicality when it is discovered that the search warrant was not signed in the right place. He is hunted down by a mob made up of the town's vengeful parents and cornered in the boiler room. The mob douses the building with gasoline and sets it on fire by throwing Molotov cocktails, burning him alive. While his body dies, his spirit lives on within the dreams of a group of teenagers and pre-adolescents living on Elm Street, whom he preys on by entering their dreams and killing them, fueled by the town's memories and fear of him and empowered by a trio of 'dream demons' to be their willing instrument of evil. He is apparently destroyed at the end of the film by protagonist Nancy Thompson (Heather Langenkamp), but the last scene reveals that he has survived. He goes on to antagonize the teenage protagonists of the film's sequels, including Jesse Walsh (Mark Patton), Kristen Parker (Patricia Arquette), Alice Johnson (Lisa Wilcox), and Lori Campbell (Monica Keena).

If I had to guess the plot:

Henry already had trouble fitting in and a pretty poopy home life. Maybe while his dad was at war in Vietnam (that is the war he was in right?), his mother didn't take care of him and was awful.

Suddenly, when his dad was finally coming back to war, his mother flipped her switch and suddenly became the model mother and wife and despite her neglect, tried to get him to do it too, be he wasn't good at pretending.

He finally makes a friend Patty and he feels like things are finally looking up, but something happens to her which is one of the triggers to his spiral. Maybe he was with her when it happened and gets blamed for it? Or at least suspected.

Being that Patty is Bob's sister, maybe Hopper, Joyce, and Bob try to investigate the circumstances of her death and they get really close to the truth? Maybe they do discover the truth and they're the only ones that know because no one believed them.

Anyway, what happens to Patty was so terrible and Henry was so deeply affected that his dad decided they should move for a "fresh start" in a new house. This also affected him deeply and he had trouble adjusting.

When his dad wasn't looking, maybe his mother was still awful, which is another crack in the mirror.

When the nightmares started, his mom called Brenner on him and that was another trigger for him.

And thus, it all came crumbling down and he tried to kill his whole family.

I dunno. Guess this will be by bingo card and I'll cross off everything I got right when the play gets here.

All that to say, no one should be arguing and getting mad over all this. It's just a play. Yeesh.

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