#but it sounds like a trumpet to me and I can’t stop thinking about what if it IS a trumpet and how that could relate Odysseus and his action

[keikoayano]

I could be totally wrong with the instrument here but I’m having thoughts

In Just a Man immediately after Odysseus says “how could I hurt you?” the next couple notes that play sound like a trumpet to me - which leads me down the rabbit hole of “this is Odysseus being ruthless in order to protect his family and kingdom by killing an actual baby” and the whole Poseidon is represented by a trumpet and his theme of ruthlessness is mercy whICH JUST????????? THERE IS SO MUCH TO SAY ABOUT THAT

#epic the musical #personal #genuinely am not sure if that’s a trumpet it could be Ody’s neon guitar that plays when he’s being emotional/vulnerable? #but it sounds like a trumpet to me and I can’t stop thinking about what if it IS a trumpet and how that could relate Odysseus and his action #to Poseidon and ruthlessness being mercy #because that act is NOT a mercy to Odysseus it is something that actively haunts him with guilt #but it is ruthlessness being mercy to baby #Astyanax because it was a quick death that the baby will not suffer for #and that quick death COULD be viewed as Odysseus being merciful to himself in a twisted way as well #because the act itself was not something he would ever view as mercy for the impact it had on him #but HOW he decided to do it can be seen as mercy for both him and little Astyanax due to the lack of suffering #during the actual death #all Odysseus had to do was drop him and all Astyanax had to do was…… fall #by NO MEANS does that make it any easier of an act for him to do which is made very clear in Just a Man and later songs where he speaks of #his guilt for all that he has done in his life #but it is still ruthlessness AND mercy based on how you view the actions and the thought process and influence of those actions #so if that IS a trumpet or is another instrument that is meant to sound like a trumpet #then that’s fascinating to connect that act to Poseidon so early on before we ever hear the word ruthless in the music at all #although if it’s Ody’s guitar then that’s also brilliant bc the whole song is him being vulnerable and those few notes stand out #so strongly to me because it is near silent when they play

[morganbritton132]

Eddie’s just chilling one night on a live-stream in his studio because he can’t sleep when he hears the door at the top of the stairs open, slam shut, and the fast heavy footsteps.

Steve misses the last two stairs on his way down and then just stands there for a second. He’s in his pajamas, hair messy and breathing heavy, and all he says is, “I need a poster board.”

And that’s manageable so Eddie smiles and says, “Let me see what I got.”

He moves off-camera to dig through his craft supplies. Steve moves to the couch where he puts his head in his hands because he’s tired and he is, “So, so stupid.”

“Hey, knock that off,” Eddie tells him. “This is the first thing you’ve forgotten about in a long time. It’s normal for everybody to forget something every now and then, and it’s fine. You remembered now.”

He doesn’t actually get an answer from Steve or get him to lookup until he lays a big poster board on the table and kisses the top of his head. He holds out markers like, “You want stencils or do you want me to write it?”

“Can you write it?”

“Of course, babe. Gotta gimme a kiss first though,” Eddie says, grinning when he gets an actual smile (and kiss) out of Steve. He sits down and uncaps his marker, “Alright, what’s this for?”

“Bake sale.”

“Another one?“ Eddie asks, already writing out the letters to looks like chocolate chip cookies. “Didn’t the school have one two weeks ago?”

Eddie’s so focused on what he’s doing that he’s halfway through the second letter before he realizes the lapse into silence. When he looks up Steve has his head in his hands again, “I am so dumb.”

“You were thinking about the bake sale from two weeks ago,” Eddie says and Steve confirms it when he runs his fingers into his hair and pulls on it hard. Eddie gently pulls his hands away, “Hey, baby. Look at me. Stop being mean to yourself. It happens.”

“It shouldn’t happen.”

“But it does,” Eddie says, squeezing Steve’s hand in his. “And no one got hurt so, no harm no foul no monsters from hell. Right?”

Eddie gestures to the B A drawn on the poster board, “We’ll just write out battle of the bands and have a little competition, yeah? We’ll see if Robin will break out the trumpet for this one. How’s that sound?”

Steve reluctantly answers, “It sounds nice.”

#Eddie anytime Steve is being hard on himself: Hey asshole watch what you say about my favorite person #They do have a battle of the bands and Robin does play her trumpet and she wins #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson

[sink-me-in-your-ocean]

The Light Over the Darkness

Lucifer Morningstar x Lilith!fem!reader

WC: ~5300

A/N: @endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus thank you for reading this first. And no thank you for getting me obsessed with a new fictional idiot.

Content warnings: fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, praise kink (if you squint and tilt your head). 18+ only. Minors DNI.

NSFW below the cut.

It is a gorgeous day in the Garden. Though, every day is a gorgeous day. Every single day is perfect beyond comparison. It would be even better if your companion did not exist. 

You went off on your own again, wholly unwilling to submit to Adam’s irritating daily routine of assigning uninspiring names to all of the things and creatures. Or - even worse - the non-routine version of simply lounging about lazily. This was your only course of action. You wandered far off into the Garden, and just as daylight began to break over the horizon, a sound caressed your ear in the lightest touch.

In the distance, you heard a voice. It sang a melancholy tune so far from the triumphant trumpet sound of heavenly melody you’d heard before. It was like a dream.

No, not a dream. This was a voice emitting an enticing tune you couldn’t resist. It called to you, pulled your very heartstrings. Your brows knit together in concern. 

You must find this beautifully tragic voice.

You strolled further through the Garden, clinging close to an idle river. As the voice drew closer, you stepped along a fallen tree that cast itself as a bridge over the river. You made it across and walked into the line of trees posing as guard to what lies beyond. Past several rows of thick trees there was a clearing, open and spacious, and filled with wildflowers. 

Wildflowers and the most beautiful creature you had ever seen. 

-

Lucifer was lonely, although not any more lonely than he had felt in Heaven. His brothers and sisters never accepted his way of thinking and there was no chance of him and his Father ever seeing eye to eye. 

He had purposefully gone to a most remote corner of the Garden, knowing his father would do something drastic again if he found him interacting with his two perfect human pets. 

Lucifer sighed, closing his eyes and singing how he felt. The agony in his chest flowed out and he felt slightly better. He figured that was as good as it would ever get. 

Until he turned over his shoulder upon hearing a snap of a twig, and he saw her.

-

The being attached to the - now silent - voice turned towards you and your breath caught in your chest. His face was beautiful, pale as the brightest cloud in the sky, with eyes that shone golden like the sun. His hair was the color of the very light itself, gorgeous and silken. 

He wore strange, white billowing coverings, and something nagged in the back of your head at the lack of your own cover. 

“Are you alright?” You chastised yourself for the tremor in your voice, but you couldn’t help it, your communication skills were lacking. Adam wasn’t a conversationalist in the slightest and the times you did speak to him left much to be desired. 

“No, no I-I’m not.” 

“What happened?” Your gaze snagged on the red pigment on his back, his covering gaped open - torn and bloody. You started approaching him before realizing you were moving, then you stalled out of apprehension.

“I was evicted from my place in Heaven. I am… I was… an angel. Now I’m here in the Garden, though I surmise I’ll do something to get myself kicked out of here before long too.” You had never known someone to sound so utterly defeated and broken.

You walked further towards the angel. “The blood. You’re hurt.” You shook your head, realizing you were quite literally just stating the obvious.

“Oh, this?” He gestured to his back and you nodded, continuing to draw nearer. “He took my wings. I can’t ever go home without them.” His eyes met yours, and concern colored his expression, “But don’t worry about me, the bleeding stopped, and it doesn’t hurt anymore. Well, at least not physically.”

The pity you felt for the creature grabbed your heart, wrenching it tightly within its grasp. You were about a handful of steps away from him now, and you stopped, leaving him his space as you changed the subject. Continuing to ask him personal questions felt too intimate and wrong. “Your song, it sounded beautiful.”

The sigh he let out was almost musical, “I was simply expelling the ache from my chest.”

“I see.” Your expression softened. “If you ever sang when you were joyful, I suppose it could move the very mountains.”

His demeanor changed, he tried to hide it by looking down, but you saw the smile on his face. He shook his head and raised a brow at you, “Aren’t you supposed to be, I don’t know, with a certain someone?”

“Who, Adam?” Your accompanying laugh was breathy and uncomfortable, “No, he, uh,” your tongue temporarily tangled itself, “he’s the worst.” The last three words were an admission of guilt, coming out like a tiny whisper.

His eyes widened exponentially. “He’s the worst?” He began to cross the last bit of distance between the two of you, ending up a step away. 

“The worst.” You reply, feeling a weight lifting off your chest with the confession.

“Hm.” There was a glint in his eye, something was inside him waiting to get out, you could sense it. “Would you like to spend your time with me today?”

The question left you temporarily silent, then you composed yourself.

“With a fallen angel?” You paused in faux contemplation, he watched you closely, his eyes begging for an answer, “Yes.”

Relief covered his face, “Take my hand.” 

“Okay.”

He led you through the flower field and back to the edge of the river you had crossed. He walked with you at a leisurely pace as the river carried along beside you, flowing downstream. 

The water rushed louder and louder as you continued down its serpentine path, and soon there was a drop off. Mist curled up from the edge and you followed the flow of water with your gaze. 

A glorious waterfall cascaded down the cliff side. Luscious greenery and florals edged the water - a soft border contrasting the roaring of water.

The spray of water made a strange coloring appear seemingly out of thin air.

“A rainbow.” He offered in explanation, following your line of sight.

You looked at him, the happiness that filled your soul at that very moment overshadowed anything you had previously felt in your life thus far. Even the day you discovered the taste of ripe peaches.

His smile was brighter than the morning sun cresting the horizon. It was warmer than the sun too, you felt it skin deep. 

The rest of the day continued in a similar fashion, with him guiding you to new sights and sounds and life. It excited you, enticed you. It made you feel almost like light itself, like you were glowing in his presence.

-

You returned to Adam that night, for no other reason than you felt that was what you were supposed to do. As Adam fell asleep nearby, your thoughts were on Lucifer. His beauty, his ethereal grace. He captivated you with a mere look and you were helpless to resist his complete charm.

When he had spoken of the heavens, you were left with one question: Why?

Why would his brothers and sisters not stand by his side?

One final realization permeated your thoughts and settled in an ache within your heart as you succumbed to rest: How lonely it must be for him. A former angel. Now cursed to walk in the Garden without anyone like him. Doomed to be without his family for… forever.

A single tear slid silently down the side of your face as you stared up at the stars from your place on the cool ground. You didn’t know how long it took you to fall asleep that night, but once it took you, you were deep under.

You heard his voice in your dreams that night.

-

The next day you rose before dawn as you always did, though this time with a fuel hurtling you along you had never felt before. A giddiness tingled in your fingers and toes with every step as you retraced your steps from yesterday.

Days, then weeks passed in a manner just as your first day of meeting the fallen angel, sans the melancholy of his newly fallen status as he accustomed to life in the Garden.

His life with you. 

He never brought up Adam again, not since your first meeting. In consideration, you didn't bring up his Father to him. It was an unspoken truce.

Lucifer took you everywhere you had not seen before, and he frequently hummed and fabricated sweet, alluring songs throughout the days. New creatures, new flowers and fruits of the trees. New feelings as well. Though that you figured was caused only by yourself, and you pushed it down, listening to him tell you about creation.

“He said, ‘Let there be light’ and I was here.” He paused, “Well, not here in the Garden here, but here. Alive. Existing.”

“So, you just floated up there somewhere?”

“Yes and no. It’s hard to explain. It feels impossible, actually.”

“If anyone can think of the words so eloquent as to describe something, it’s you, Lucifer.”

A pink color tinged his cheeks, and he looked down at the grass tangled beneath his feet. “You’ve got to stop saying things like that.”

“Have I made an offense? Oh, Lucifer, I only meant that you would be the most capable person to describe something so beautiful. You’re so beautiful so it must come easily to you to describe the beauty around you.”

His gaze timidly met yours. “You… you think I’m… beautiful?”

You felt compelled to say more than just a ‘yes’. “Of course. Lucifer, you’re the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen, or could ever dream of imagining.”

His cheeks reddened more. His golden eyes softened in a way that told you he had been waiting to hear those words for an eternity.

“Lucifer?” You took a shy step towards him.

“Yes?” He finally met your eyes fully, but took a step back until he was firmly against the bark of a willow tree.

You continued forward, propelled by a pull within your chest, until you were toe to toe with him. “Can I…” You searched his face. His soft, sweet face. “Can I do something?”

A slight smile lit up his face, brightening the space even under the dimmed canopy of the willow. His voice came out as a whisper. “Anything.”

Your hand brushed the light hair that had fallen between his eyes to the side. Your other hand touched his jaw, tracing along to the underside of his chin and tilting his face up. You angled your face slightly downward, eyes still locked on his, and leaned in. Then, you closed your eyes, letting your instinct guide you the last bit further.

Your lips met in a gentle kiss.

His apprehension and yours melted into the softness of the touch you shared. You pulled back for just a second, searching his face for reassurance. He responded by kissing you back, over and over and over again. His hands went to your face, as though he didn’t want to be apart from you for even a moment. 

Your fingers entwined themselves in his silken hair and he did the same with yours.

The two of you didn’t part from each other’s hold until the sun had almost slipped away completely. 

You barely had time to bathe in the stream before night fell around you. You missed his light.

-

The rest of the evening, even feeling the comfort of the fire made by Adam, you closed your eyes and your thoughts belonged to Lucifer. You watched Adam pass out unceremoniously and touched your fingers to your lips. The memory held there still tingled.

You felt something powerful surge within your middle. It was a deep hunger. An ache as sharp as a burr or a thorn. It dug into you, pulling and twisting within you. A thirst that could not be quenched by even the coldest stream water. 

An urge within you begged to return to Lucifer tonight, but you knew you couldn’t. You needed to wait.

Wait and see.

See if he felt the same way when the sun gleamed upon you tomorrow.

-

The instant you saw Lucifer the next day, warmth traveled from your head to your toes.

You smiled at him and he beamed at you, holding out his hand for you to take. Your fingers intermingled with his and you let him lead you to a part of the Garden you hadn’t been to yet. The grass began to fade into dirt and small pebbles, as though this part of the world had been forgotten by the green. 

“Where are you taking me?” 

Lucifer reassured you with a grin, “To see something I discovered last night. It’s not much further.”

He led you to a cave entrance. It greeted you with open jaws, its mouth stretching far and wide, ingesting the light with a neverending pitch darkness. 

You froze, your feet rooting themselves to the ground. You dropped his hand, placing your palm over your heart. “Lucifer, it’s dark in there. We’re not going inside, are we?”

He gave you one of those brighter-than-the-sun smiles again. “Don’t worry, we won’t be going far. It’ll be much lighter inside, I promise.”

You couldn’t so easily wipe the unsure expression from your face. He noticed.

“Take my hand. Please?” Lucifer extended his left hand to you. As you took it, the air around you cooled, bringing goosebumps to your arms, and you had a feeling that something was about to change.

You allowed him to lead you inside. The nervousness you had felt seemed to melt away with his soft hand enveloping yours. Once you were past the cave mouth, the darkness swallowed him and then you. You grounded yourself in the sounds of his feet and yours along the cave floor, which was covered with soft dirt and devoid of any sharp rocks.  

“Lucifer?” The trepidation came flooding back as soon as his hand left yours. You quavered and the darkness drowned out your voice. “Lucifer?”

“This way, my dear.” His voice offered you a beacon of hope in the black void of the space. You thought you heard him lightly chuckle, the sound beckoning you, guiding you onward without form or shape. 

Suddenly you saw a blue-green light. You approached it just as it faded out, leaving you in complete darkness again.

Your foot nudged something soft, then your other foot stepped into a puddle that glowed around your toes as the water rippled. You squinted and the color faded away once more.

A bright light made you wince, almost uncomfortably. Your hand covered your face to act as a shield. 

“Here.” You heard Lucifer speak close by, and as your eyes adjusted, you realized he held a ball of warm, yellow light in his hand. You also realized that the soft thing laying next to your foot was his rumpled white covering. 

Your mouth went dry at the sight of him. A tension wound its way into your chest. His pale shoulders, his trim waist, his… 

“Watch this.” He said, lifting his palm up and the ball of light suspended itself in the air. Lucifer created another ball of light, then another, warming the cavern with soft light. When he was finished, he grinned at you, “Are you ready to see what I found?”

“Wait, that wasn’t what you wanted to show me? That was - I, I have no words, you just - you just made light with your hands.” The startlingly impressive feat had you staggering between words.

That satisfied smirk of his was enough to silence the entire world and every question in your mind. He shook his head from side to side. You could barely believe it, he had even more to show you. There was nothing left to say, so you answered his question with a resounding, “Yes.”

“Watch me.”

As if you could do anything else. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, you were entranced as you watched him step into the pool of water which you realized, connected to the puddle you were standing with one foot in already. It was shallow at this end and he waded further out.

A light blueish-greenish color swished with his every movement in the water. Lucifer paused, waist deep in the water. A sharp exhale ghosted between your lips as you tried not to focus on the small of his back. The color went away when he stood still, but came back when he dipped his hand in, bringing it under the water and then to the surface, letting the water drip down from his fingers and open palm.

You didn’t know if it was intrigue or the allure of Lucifer that guided you further forward, to be ankle-deep in the water, but you divert your attention to watching the color grow and fade around your feet. “Lucifer, what is that?”

“It’s bioluminescence.” He replied, and sunk down into the pool, his body now mostly shielded underneath the water.

“What is bioluminescence?”

He turned towards you with a look that said ‘I’m so glad you asked’, and explained in great detail what it is.

Your eyes were wide as you listened to him speak. Sure as it did before, the water sparkled to life within the ripple you made, with blue shimmering below your feet as you stepped in, the water encircling your ankles. You couldn’t help the contented smile that made its way onto your face. You also couldn't help but move closer to him, going back and forth between watching the colors fan out from around your calves, then knees, then thighs, and watching his mesmerizing expression as he shared his knowledge with you.

You stood next to him, where he sat with his head and shoulders well above the water, and you couldn’t resist touching him. Gingerly, your fingers brushed through his hair, bringing it out of his golden eyes again. He looked up at you as you spoke, “Lucifer, thank you for bringing me here. For sharing this with me.”

Even in the dim light, you could see his face turn the color of a rose, his expression becoming timid suddenly. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because you’re divine when you teach me new things.” You answered honestly, you didn’t know any better.

His eyes softened. “Will you join me? Please?”

“Yes.” You took his offered hand. The gesture was innocent - he was bracing you as you fully got in the water - but it made you feel a way that you couldn't name yet.

His hold on your hand tightened slightly and his other hand slid up your thigh as you lowered yourself in. 

The two of you settled in the water, the blue fading out at the surface which sat at about mid-chest level. 

You slowly moved your hands through the glowing water, when you broke the surface tension the glow ran in rivulets down your fingers and forearms. You repeated the action, mesmerized by the incredible color. Then, you flicked the surface of the water, sending a splash in Lucifer’s direction. 

“Hey!” He exclaimed, returning fire by sending a tiny splash your way. “You’ll get my hair wet!”

“Oh sweet and wondrous Lucifer, I’d hate to ruin your majestic hair.” Your tone was saccharinely sardonic. You sent another splash of water his way. 

“Stop that.” His gaze changed as he spoke. Something dark hid beneath his surface, and you wanted to find out what it was.

“Why?” You playfully splashed at him again, your body succumbing finally to the warm temperature of the water, relaxing in its embrace.

“When you do things like that, it makes me want to kiss you again.” His gaze drifted downward.

“When I do what, exactly?” You crawled towards him, to the shallower area. “Tease you? Or when I tell you how perfect you are?”

He just nodded, biting his lower lip. You knew it was in response to your praise. “May I kiss you again?” His words were soft, contrasted by the heat of his stare. He looked at your lips with a hunger that dwarfed the pangs you felt before a meal. This was a predatory gaze, but you gave in nonetheless.

Absolute certainly colored your voice. “Yes.”

With your permission, he leaned in, brushing a strand of hair away from your face with a gentleness that rivaled a feather’s touch. You stayed stock still as he closed his eyes and pressed his lips ever so softly to yours. 

Lucifer pulled back slightly, and upon seeing your eyes still open, a question formed in his expression. He didn’t get to ask it before your lips were back on his. 

You kissed him like you needed him more than breath in your lungs. Your whole body felt ignited by the action. You kissed him over and over, planting close-mouthed to open-mouthed kisses to his soft lips.

The kiss continued to deepen from there, and soon you were tasting him with your tongue. Your tongue led an exploration inside his mouth that made your head feel light and airy. His taste was intoxicating. And he was just as committed to discovering your mouth with his tongue in an even give and take.

Lucifer was the forbidden fruit, and you were too weak a woman to resist. 

You were temptation incarnate, and he was too prideful to concede. Not when he had come this far. Not when he had already lost so much. He needed you more than anything. 

You opened your eyes to be greeted by a comfortable darkness surrounding the two of you. “Lucifer? Your lights, they’re not glowing anymore.” Though this time, you were no longer afraid. The blueish shimmering in the water was brighter without the yellow lights. It was enough for you to see the shape of his jaw, the curve of his lips, the sparkle in his devilish eyes. 

“I’m sorry, I guess I forgot about them when I was kissing you.” A tremulous breath left his lungs. “I could forget about the entire universe when I kiss you.”

“Then kiss me again.” The demand spoke itself before you could even think.

With the way he responded, you would have assumed he never intended to ask your permission. His kiss stole the breath from you, stole the thoughts from your mind. Every press of his lips to yours, every stroke of his tongue to yours, was shatteringly delicious. You could think of nothing except him. Him and a previously unknown need rapidly surfacing.

“Lucifer.” You felt a change happening in your body, a fire that started from the kindling of his kiss. Almost weightless in the water, your hands clung to his shoulders as you crawled into his lap and he sat back to welcome you. Your legs were bent on either side of him, your knees resting in the soft silt of the shallow pool.  

You lowered yourself down to sit in his lap and almost moved back, jolted by his body’s reaction to yours. Something hard and thick pressed against your middle. 

He pulled back, breaking a particularly heady kiss to offer an explanation you didn’t ask for. “This is how you make me feel.”

You understood. In that moment, your base instincts took over. His feeling was evident on the outside, while yours was purely internal. 

At least, you thought your reaction to him was all internal, until he moved his hand from your waist. His hand moved slowly around the swell of your bottom to where your leg met your center. 

“Lucifer,” you jerked slightly, nibbling his bottom lip, “that tickles.”

“I mean to please, not to tickle you, my sweet.”

You were about to ask him what he meant when his long fingers swiped along your center. A sound escaped your lips that sounded animalistic, almost a whine.

“I truly mean to please you.” He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. “Tell me if you want me to stop at any time.”

You shifted in his hold, seeking his delectable fingers again. When you spoke your voice was low and demanding, “You’ve already stopped, and I want to feel that again.”

“Yes, my lady.” He nodded his head in reverence to you and his fingers found your center again. He parted your folds, rubbing the length of his fingers along your slit before brushing them against a part of you that sent a shockwave to your spine. 

You jolted this time slightly, your eyebrows pulling upward in surprise at the foreign feeling.

He noted your reaction. “If you need me to slow down I will.”

“Don’t you dare.” Your lips found his again, the blueish glow of the water sloshing up between the two of you as you sought to be closer to him. You slightly rose back up on your knees to give him better access to your intimate flesh. 

Lucifer continued his ministrations. He was only too happy to take advantage of your position. His fingers caressing your sex made you whine again. Then, he pressed one finger inside of you and you inhaled in a ragged gasp. 

“Is this okay?” You barely registered his words as he languidly pumped his finger inside of you. 

You nodded, delighting in the sensation his finger was providing, and delighting in him. Once you were used to the feeling you whispered, “More.”

He pressed a second finger inside you. Your body temporarily shuddered as it adapted to the intrusion. 

You felt an ache eclipse your body, deep inside you, and your instincts told you you needed to be closer to him. In a way that two people could be joined together. His fingers continued to stroke you and he kissed you deeply again, tasting you, cherishing you.

“Lucifer,” you pulled back, lightheaded, a pleasurable feeling was building in your middle, but you needed more. “I -”

Your words failed you as he removed his fingers. You were about to protest when you felt his hardness between your legs. Your center was throbbing with need, and you felt fevered and frenzied without him. Your body craved him.

“I need you inside me, Lucifer.” You wiggled your hips, sloppily kissing his neck and up to his earlobe.

“Are you sure?” His voice was so dark and low. 

“Yes.” Holding to his shoulders, you dragged your wet center along his length to punctuate your answer.

“How could I possibly resist you?” Lucifer’s expression was that of a man starved, and you were certain he meant to devour you. “Eyes on me, I want to see those beautiful eyes of yours as we do this.”

You obey him as you feel his hand reach between the two of you. Then you felt the tip of him. Right there. Right against your core. Just the tiniest movement and he would be inside you.

Greedily, you shifted your hips down slightly, never taking your eyes from his gaze. Unable to stop yourself from the all-consuming closeness you felt to Lucifer. Watching him, wanting him; all the while knowing there is no going back now. And yet, not wanting to miss a single moment. The sensations below and Lucifer - curse his name - drove you to this madness, this ecstasy. He pulled you down, his fingers digging into your waist. 

There was a sharp pain as you felt yourself stretch to accommodate his length. A burning sensation that made you want to move in the opposite direction. Then, as soon as it came on, the pain subsided. It was replaced by a delicious, honeyed heat that speared through your middle as he gave you more and more. He moved slowly, holding you as delicately as he could. 

You watched his lips change from a thin line of steely determination to an open-mouthed pant, a groan escaping from his throat. The two of you were finally hip to hip, as close as you could possibly be, with him hot and heavy and incredible inside you. 

You couldn’t tell if it was you that was trembling or him. Maybe it was both. His grip on your hips tightened, drawing you up, your sensitive spot grazing the plane of his pelvis in a torturous motion. 

“Open your eyes, my sweet, indulge me.” You didn’t realize you had closed them.

You obeyed his ask, “Oh, Lucifer.”

“How does it feel?”

“You feel - ah - better than anything,” you cried out as he snapped his hips to you, “What are you doing to me?”

“I’m acting on our desires, my sweet.” His breath stuttered, as though he was fighting something internally. “No one else will ever have you like this.”

“I’m yours, Lucifer, all yours.” Your sensitive spot grazed his pelvis again, making you gasp. “You’re perfect.” Your fingers tangled in his soft hair as you kissed him deeply, fervently. 

He responded by groaning into your mouth, and when you broke the kiss to lay siege to the skin of his neck, he moaned breathily in your ear. 

You were a quick learner. “Darling Lucifer, do you like it when I tell you that I’m yours?”

“Yes -” He hissed. His breath was rapid now, and he picked up his movements, meeting every thrust and guiding you with his hands on your hips.

You felt a buildup starting again in your center, picking up from where his fingers had left off earlier. The friction was driving you to a point of no return.  A moan tore its way through your chest, reverberating off the cavern walls.

“Lucifer, I’m yours, all yours.” You cried out his name as he slipped one hand between the two of you, using his finger to gently apply pressure to that spot that made the edges of your vision cloud over.

His name was a litany of prayer as he thrust into you over and over while his finger sated your clit. You clung to him with your remaining strength as you felt your body collapsing under waves of pleasure. The sensation was enough to drown you, to pull you under, but his continued motions kept you afloat. 

You gasped, whined, moaned for him, telling him with and without words how you felt. Your legs shook and your hands trembled as they went from his shoulders to around his neck, pulling him in so you were chest to chest. Your entire body felt like it was falling apart and being made whole simultaneously. Your release crashed over you in a multitude of waves.

“I’m yours, Lucifer.” You felt him still inside you, thrusting as deep as he could as he breathed raggedly, filling you with a deep, pulsating heat, a broken sound leaving his lips. He held you like that for a while, the two of you clinging to one another tightly. The rising and falling of your chests and shared breaths returning back to normal.

How could anything return back to normal after this?

With one hand you caressed his cheek, opening your eyes and seeing the weight of his expression, “Luci-”

“You meant that, didn’t you?” His eyes searched your face, looking for hints.

You didn’t need to confirm what he was asking. You knew. He knew the answer as well, but he sought reassurance. “I do. I’m yours.”

He sighed heavily, resting his forehead to yours.

You kissed him, savoring the feel of his lips against yours. “And you’re mine.” 

#hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin lucifer #hazbin lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #lucifer x you #lucifer smut #lucifer x reader #for ducks sake

[hellsite-hall-of-fame]

Morbius (2022)

\[♪♪♪\]

\[WIND WHISTLING\]

\[BIRDS CHIRPING\]

\[THUNDER RUMBLING IN DISTANCE\]

\[WATER DRIPS ECHOING\]

\[BATS SKITTERING\]

\[HELICOPTER WHIRRING\]

\[MEN YELLING INDISTINCTLY IN SPANISH\]

We shouldn’t be here when it gets dark.

Set the trap at the mouth of the cave, please.

\[MEN SPEAKING IN SPANISH\]

\[WINCES\]

PILOT: You need a doctor?

\[CHUCKLES SOFTLY\]

I am a doctor.

It’s impressive, don’t you think?

Vampire bats weigh almost nothing, but they can down a creature nearly ten times their size.

\[FLIES BUZZING\]

Wow.

What are you using as bait?

You volunteering?

Leaving.

\[TRAP CLANKS\]

Pay me now.

Before the sun goes down.

You throw in that bushcrafter on your belt and we have a deal.

\[♪♪♪\]

\[GROANS SOFTLY\]

\[ALL CHITTERING\]

\[SCREECHES\]

\[BATS SCREECHING\]

\[SHOUTS IN SPANISH\]

\[YELLING IN SPANISH\]

Come on.

\[BELL TOLLING\]

\[STUDENTS LAUGHING, CHATTERING\]

Move!

\[TICKING\]

\[CAR HORN HONKS\]

NICHOLAS: Should be able to take better care of you here.

\[CAR DOOR CLOSES, CAR DRIVES AWAY\]

Everyone’s here to help you.

Michael, this is Lucian. Lucian, Michael.

Michael knows more about this place than I do.

\[WHISPERS\] Play nice.

LUCIAN: Hello.

Hello, Milo.

My name’s Lucian.

The person who was here before was Milo.

No.

He was also the new Milo.

And before him was the other new Milo.

I don’t even remember the first Milo.

How long have you been here?

Long as I can remember.

\[MACHINE BEEPS AND WHIRS\]

And you’re still not cured?

There is no cure.

There’s something missing from our DNA.

Like a piece of a puzzle.

And until they find it, the only way to stay alive is an oil change three times a day.

What would you do if you could be normal?

Just for an hour?

I don’t think about it.

Hey, look at the freaks! Look at them!

\[STUDENTS CHATTERING, LAUGHING\]

Best not to be outside when school gets out.

Like the original Spartans, we are the few against the many.

\[BEEPING\]

Milo?

Milo?

\[ALERT BUZZING\]

Nurse?

\[♪♪♪\]

\[WHISPERS\] Okay…

\[BEEPS AND WHIRS\]

Lucian.

Lucian!

With one of these?

It took a team of scientists to build that machine and you fixed it with a ballpoint pen?

There’s a school for gifted children in New York.

I think that I could get them to agree to cover your tuition and provide private care to help manage your condition.

Somewhere you could study, learn, hone your skills.

You have a gift, Michael.

I don’t think I could forgive myself if I saw it go to waste.

MICHAEL: “Dear Milo, this isn’t goodbye. I’m gonna find a cure for us, so we can be cranky old men someday. Your friend, Michael.

P.S. You shouldn’t have unfolded this. Now you’ll never get it back together. See you this summer.”

No.

\[STUDENTS CHATTERING\]

“Dear Milo…”

\[ALL LAUGH\]

Please, can I have my letter back?

What?

Please, can I have my letter?

Okay. Here.

\[LAUGHS\]

Please. Ah!

\[SHOUTS\] Please!

\[BOYS LAUGHING\]

Please!

\[YELLS\]

Stop.

\[GROANING\]

\[BOYS GRUNTING\]

\[NICHOLAS YELLS IN SPANISH\]

Go away!

\[SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE\]

Let me have a look. Let me have a look.

\[SCREAMS\]

He tried to steal my letter!

Milo, Milo, stop.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

\[CRYING\]

What about Milo?

I’ll look after Milo.

He needs me.

NICHOLAS: Michael Morbius completed his doctorate by 19 and quickly established himself as the world’s leading authority on blood-borne diseases.

His development of artificial blood has saved more lives than penicillin.

Michael Morbius, please step forward to acknowledge the receipt of your prize from His Majesty, the King of Sweden.

\[AUDIENCE APPLAUDING\]

\[TRUMPETERS PLAY FANFARE\]

ANNA: I can’t believe you dissed the king of Sweden.

The king and the queen, their loyal subjects, all of Scandinavia and the entire scientific community.

Yeah, but who does that?

Well, Anna, we both know I have issues.

But, hey, I kept the program.

\[TONE SOUNDS, THEN WOMAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY OVER PA\]

\[KNOCKS\] There you are.

Hey, Dr. Bancroft.

Hey, Anna.

We going to play?

Oh, I don’t think so.

See, now that Dr. Morbius is back, maybe you should try losing for a while, see how that feels.

MICHAEL: Not gonna happen.

Michael.

Uh, yes?

You got a minute?

Of course.

New one. For your collection.

\[WHISPERS\] Dr. Morbius is in trouble.

I’m in trouble.

MARTINE: “I can’t accept a prize for the by-product of a failed experiment.”

Lab 1.

Front page, “American Scientist Rejects Nobel Prize.”

You know that people actually like writing checks to Nobel laureates?

Makes them feel better about their investment.

It would help if you stuck around long enough to cash them.

\[GROANS\]

You’re pushing yourself too hard.

\[SIGHS\]

Does our generous benefactor, Milo, know what you’re actually doing here?

What am I actually doing here?

Remixing human DNA with bat DNA.

I have no idea what you’re…

Talking about?

Is anything ringing a bell?

No bells ringing. Uh…

Okay. Maybe this will jog your memory.

MICHAEL: I wouldn’t go in there if I were you.

\[BATS SCREECHING\]

That is a…

It’s a fish tank.

Hmm.

Like, for… flying mammals.

Oh, I see.

Some friends I brought back from Costa Rica.

So when were you gonna tell me?

More importantly, how did you get my pass code?

It’s the first six digits of pi backwards.

It’s your password for everything.

You should change that.

You could lose your license for this.

I’m not gonna need it much longer, doctor.

You, on the other hand, will.

You know, there’s something called “plausible deniability.”

You should be thanking me.

These are the only mammals on Earth that have evolved to feed exclusively on blood.

So in order to drink it, these bats produce saliva that contains unique anticoagulants.

So your theory is, if you can successfully splice vampire genes into your DNA, it would allow your body to produce those same anticoagulants.

MICHAEL: Yes.

It would be a cure.

At what cost?

The fusion of different species is a legacy we already carry in our bodies.

Viruses insinuating their nucleic acid onto our own over hundreds of thousands of years.

That’s evolution. This is different.

I don’t think it is.

We have to push the boundaries, take the risks.

Without that, there is no science.

No medicine.

No breakthroughs at all.

\[MACHINE BEEPING\]

\[CHIMES, THEN BEEPING SOFTLY\]

Okay.

\[RECORDER BEEPS\]

Test subject for cell combination 117.

\[MOUSE SQUEAKING\]

\[BEEPS\]

Come on, come on, come on.

\[SQUEALING\]

\[RECORDER BEEPS\]

\[SIGHS\] Test subject 117 has resulted in…

failure.

\[RECORDER BEEPS\]

I don’t wanna see you get hurt.

I should’ve died years ago, Martine.

Why am I still alive if not to fix this?

To save my best friend, Milo.

And everyone else like us.

Not like this.

Dr. Morbius, it’s Anna.

\[♪♪♪\]

\[MONITORS BEEPING RAPIDLY\]

\[PANTING\]

Her temperature’s spiking, and her kidneys are shutting down.

We have to induce a coma before she has a stroke.

A hundred milligrams of propofol.

NURSE: Sure.

MARTINE: Now.

Come on.

MICHAEL: It’s okay.

It’s okay. We got you.

There you go.

There you go.

Thank you, nurse.

We’re gonna let you sleep a bit.

Take a nice long nap.

\[MONITOR BEEPING STEADILY\]

\[SQUEAKING\]

Michael.

What?

It worked.

\[♪♪♪\]

\[CLOCK CHIMES\]

Dr. Michael Morbius.

\[IN NORWEGIAN\] Some crippled guy’s here to see the Boss.

MILO: Michael! Get over here!

\[IN NORWEGIAN\] As long as I am a cripple you’ll be fine.

♪ Stop dreaming Of the quiet life… ♪

You’re late. I was trying out this new thing called “working.”

Oh, yeah. I don’t believe I’m familiar with the word.

I don’t believe you are.

So, what’s up with the goon squad?

Oh, I won a hand of cards against some Russian gentlemen.

Apparently they found his luck improbable.

There you are.

More like impossible.

So, doctor, how is our favorite patient?

Still determined to make his short life even shorter?

Yes, I am. Anyway, you’re one to talk.

You look terrible. Look at the state of you.

Says the man wearing… What is that, a quilt?

Oh, sorry. I didn’t get the memo to dress for a funeral.

\[LAUGHS\]

\[CHUCKLES\]

Right. I will see you later.

And you… my door is always open.

We miss you at Horizon.

We could use your mind.

I’ll leave you two to your fun.

Bye, Nicholas.

I have some good news.

Let’s go for a walk.

How’s Martine doing these days?

Dr. Bancroft? She is, uh, overqualified, outperforming, brilliant as usual.

And a royal pain in my ass.

But she’s keeping me honest for the most part. Why do you ask?

Eh, no reason. Just haven’t seen you in forever.

I wondered if she had something to do with it.

Aw, I miss you too.

But, yes, she has been working with me to save our lives.

I could ask her to stop if you like, put us out of our misery.

Just don’t do something stupid and go and fall in love because, believe you me, there is absolutely no cure for that.

Says the guy who knows absolutely nothing about the subject.

Not true.

I read about it in books all the time.

Books, really? Wow.

Yeah.

Or romantic comedies. The point is…

The point is, love is not on the cards for us, my friend.

Listen, if you start quoting The Notebook to me, I am going to stop and hobble very slowly in the opposite direction.

\[LAUGHS\]

Throw it!

MICHAEL: I’m close, Milo.

I can feel it.

A cure.

It’s finally possible.

Seriously?

Highly experimental.

Ethically questionable.

Very, very, very expensive.

I knew that was coming.

And not exactly legal.

Oh, and it has to be done in international waters.

\[LAUGHS\]

You were always expensive.

Is it dangerous? Should I be worried?

You want me to lie to you?

That would be nice, yes.

It’s a walk in the park on a sunny day.

Oh, yeah, that bad, eh?

Listen.

We don’t have much time left.

This could be our last chance.

So, what do you say?

We go out with a fight?

\[SIGHS\]

Yeah.

You with me?

Till the day you die, brother.

Till the day you die. You’ll have everything you need.

We’re the original Spartans, mate.

The few against the many.

Yeah.

\[♪♪♪\]

\[INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER RADIO\]

You know, I’m sure you’re cheating.

No. No, you’re not.

What you got?

MICHAEL: Putting another one in the oven.

Wish me luck.

\[CHIMING\]

The moment of truth.

\[CHIMES AND BEEPS\]

Success, Martine. We did it.

It’s holding together.

\[RECORDER BEEPS\]

Test 243.

\[INHALES DEEPLY\]

Human trials.

\[RECORDER BEEPS\]

\[EXHALES SHARPLY\]

I’m glad it’s you.

Had a lot of other suitors, didn’t you?

Yeah.

You know, the whole near-death thing is very, very chic.

I read it in Cosmo.

\[LAUGHS\]

Do they still make Cosmo? I don’t know.

I know it’s just what you always wanted.

Could be a collector’s item one day, you never know.

This better not be my last one.

I know this is painful, but you got it.

\[GROANS SOFTLY\]

That’s it. Bingo.

Right there.

\[SHUSHES\]

\[GROANS\]

Almost there, almost there.

\[EXHALES SHARPLY\]

\[SHUSHES\]

It’s all right. Come on. Come on.

There you go.

\[GROANS SOFTLY\]

You can buckle me up.

Yeah.

Yeah.

You all right? Great.

\[♪♪♪\]

\[ELECTRICITY CRACKLES\]

I call.

Bringing out the big guns.

Let’s go again.

I’ll be back. I’m gonna check on the doctor.

All right.

\[MONITOR BEEPING\]

\[DOOR CLANGS OPEN\]

You shouldn’t be down here.

I can be wherever I want, nurse.

It’s “doctor,” actually.

\[SNICKERS\]

I’m afraid you’re gonna have to leave.

Doctor. Sure, I can see it.

But, uh, you’re still the help, just like me.

Wow.

You can tell all that by just looking at me, huh?

Here I thought you were just another jacked-up dumb shit.

\[LAUGHS\]

Get out.

\[ALERT BLARING\]

Michael?

\[GUN COCKS\]

\[METAL CLANKS\]

Michael?

Where is he?

\[METAL CLANKS\]

Don’t move.

\[ROARS\]

What the hell?

Everybody down to the lab now.

\[WALKIE BEEPS\]

Roger that.

\[GRUNTS\]

Don’t shoot!

\[ALARM BLARING\]

Michael!

\[FOX GROANING\]

Stop!

\[GROWLS\]

Michael.

\[GROWLS\]

It’s just me.

\[ALARM BLARING\]

It’s just me.

\[POUNDS ON GLASS\]

Michael, please.

Michael, stop!

Stop! Please!

You’re hurting yourself! Stop!

Hey! Step back! Move!

Stop. Put that gun down…

Move!

\[GROWLING\]

\[GROANS\]

\[SCREAMS\]

\[YELLS\]

Shit. Close it! Close it!

What the hell is that thing?

\[♪♪♪\]

\[ROARS\]

Fall back! Fall back!

Shit.

MAN 1: Let’s move.

MAN 2: Go, go, go!

\[GROANS\]

Johnny!

\[GRUNTING\]

\[SCREAMS\]

\[MORBIUS GROWLS\]

Get out of here!

MAN \[OVER RADIO\]: Sweeping Level 3.

Jason, come in.

Jason. Jason?

\[SCREAMS\]

Oh, shit.

Son of a bitch!

\[GROANS\]

Shit! Oh!

Oh, shit!

\[HIGH-PITCHED SCRAPING\]

\[GROANS\]

\[GAGGING\]

\[MORBIUS GROWLS\]

\[PANTING\]

\[SCREAMS\]

\[ROARS\]

\[GASPS\]

\[♪♪♪\]

\[BREATHING HEAVILY\]

Martine.

Martine.

\[HEART BEATING STEADILY\]

\[WHISPERS\] Oh, my God.

\[VOMITS\]

\[GROANS\]

\[BREATHING HEAVILY\]

\[FEEDBACK OVER RADIO\]

Mayday, mayday, mayday.

This is the LCV Murnau.

Call letters 3-X5Y.

We are 13 nautical miles off the coast of Long Island.

Request immediate airlift.

Repeat, this is the LCV Murnau.

Mayday, mayday, mayday.

\[♪♪♪\]

It’s up here to the right.

\[PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY\]

FBI Agent Stroud. Can we have the room, please?

RODRIGUEZ: You heard the man. Can we please have the room?

If you could start exiting, that’d be fantastic.

Well, we haven’t had anything this good since that thing in San Francisco.

Uh, eight bodies, running IDs right now, but apparently they all shop at the same mercenary supply store.

Uh, one survivor, a Dr. Martine Bancroft.

Can we talk to her?

If she wakes up.

Uh, she fell down and hit her head, apparently.

Anything else?

Someone made a mayday call.

Not Dr. Bancroft.

Nope.

It was a male, didn’t identify himself, then wiped all the surveillance footage.

SIMON: He grew a conscience and jumped overboard?

It happens. Oh, and get this.

All the bodies that you’re looking at are nearly drained of their blood.

So, what hunts at night and drinks human blood?

You’re gonna love this.

REPORTER: Early this morning an unmanned cargo ship was discovered near the eastern tip of Long Island with multiple bodies on board.

Authorities are not making any comment at this time.

But there are reports of one survivor, and we have learned from a high-ranking Coast Guard official that the vessel was flying a Panamanian flag when it drifted in from international…

What’s happened?

Some kind of accident.

How’s your pain today? On a one to ten?

Eleven.

\[TONE SOUNDS, THEN MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER PA\]

\[MONITOR BEEPING STEADILY AND VENTILATOR HISSING\]

\[TONE SOUNDS, THEN MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER PA\]

\[WHISPERS\] I’m sorry.

You’re going to be okay.

\[♪♪♪\]

here you all go!! also I did have to read though this whole thing to make sure it wasn’t anything bad because I actually didn’t know what Morbius was lmao and idk if this is even the whole script (also i’m so incredibly sorry to everyone…. including myself, bc my phone is glitching so badly trying to post this)

#the hellsite answers #morbius #morbius script #anonymous #ask #long post #very long post #extremely fucking long post #i’m so so sorry #hellsite hall of fame curator’s bullshit

[im-robins-bitch]

hey, can you maybe write a fic about X (x ray) in you Robin Buckley headcanons?

I thought the idea was rlly different

Thank you for the request, I'm sorry it's a little shorter than I intended. I struggled with writing this, it probably turned out sadder than you wanted.

Give yourself a try (r.b x gn!reader)

Or, Robin is struggling and not letting you help, so you do the only thing you can think of to get her to stop and breathe. (1.1.1k)

Warnings: panic attack, self-hatred on Robin's part, reader lifts their shirt to show off their chest, but no descriptors of their chest, just that they lifted their shirt and Robin liked it. No explicit gendered language to describe the reader.

Robin Buckley feels like a dream wrapped in a bow. It’s a miracle she doesn’t just glide across the floor rather than walk because she feels comparable to the Greek gods you’ve heard about. Aphrodite cannot hold a candle to her. You’re sure any sound from her trumpet would make music from Apollo comparable to a child practising the recorder. 

You’ve been hit hard by Cupid's arrow. 

Robin is just so perfect… Ok, maybe not perfect.

She’s awful at applying bandaids, so whenever she’s trying to break in new shoes you find plasters all over the house. Fallen from her skin from her dismal application. They trail across the house, leading you straight to her everytime. 

She leaves all the kitchen cabinet doors open, which has resulted in you gaining multiple bruises. She’s also really forgetful. Her head is so full, different facts and tasks fluttering around, so sometimes a couple of bits get lost. She started writing things down on her hands, things she didn’t want to forget. Though, at the end of the day they would just be multi-coloured smudges, reminders of fleeting memories. 

Still, you would rather peel bandaids off the floor, to find Robin at the end of the trail than have nothing to follow or find at all. Plus you think it’s cute, the small notebook she keeps with her that has important dates written down, things she wanted to talk to you about. 

You’re utterly charmed by her idiosyncrasies, her faults, her Robinisms. 

When you first began dating Robin, it felt like spinning gold, too good to be true. You simply thought you were the luckiest person in the world to call Robin Buckley your girlfriend. You had your share of bumps in the road, but the two of you toughed it out every time. 

You know her like the back of your hand. Know when she needs a hug without her needing to tell you. Know when she needs space, needs to talk, needs to eat. 

For the first time in a long while, you find yourself unsure of what she needs.

Robin is rambling like she so often is. Usually, you love it, indulging in her thoughts and opinions like an addict. Today though, she’s spiralling. 

It’s like picking at a loose stitch, poking out a jumper, one moment it’s just one little thread, but the more you pull the more it unravels.

“I’m just so sorry you have to put up with me,” she seethes, “I don’t know how you do it,” 

Robin is unravelling faster than you can gather her. 

Every sentence out of her mouth is a scathing insult against herself. Against her character or her appearance. You wonder if she’s been feeling this way for a while, curse yourself for not noticing sooner. 

She’s burning holes in the carpet with how fast she’s walking. She’s circling the kitchen with a velocity you didn’t know she had. Tugging at her hair so hard you think tomorrow you’ll be sweeping up clumps. 

You keep trying to butt in, to get her to just stop for a moment and take a breath. To reassess and realise what a treasure she is. It’s just not working. “Rob-”

“Everybody only puts up with me because of Steve and I bet he secretly hates me, yesterday-”

Robin keeps looking at you for guidance but she just won’t stop. She flinched at your outstretched hands and talked over your every rebuttal. She can see herself falling but can’t bring herself to reach out. She doesn’t know how and isn’t sure she deserves it.

You just want to shake her and yell ‘Stop talking about my girlfriend like that!’ Even so, you just can’t catch her. You didn’t realise she was so athletic, she had no enthusiasm for it in school. You think she would have been the school track star given the chance.

She rounds the counter again, hip bumping unkindly into the corner of a cupboard door. You hiss at the contact. Resist the urge to reach out and soothe the stinging with your warm palm and a dozen kisses. 

“Honey-”

“You probably hate me too” Robin mutters, choking on an angry sob.

You snap. The next time she rounds the corner, you step into her way, cutting off her pacing. She walks into you, unable to stop herself and stumbles backwards a little. She opens her mouth again, undoubtedly to say something cruel about herself. 

Unable to stand it, you do the first thing you can think of to shut her up. You pull up the hem of your shit. Bare chest on full display.

For the first time since you got home, Robin is silent. Her jaw drops cartoonishly, her eyes zoning in on your chest unabashedly. 

You take your chance and further invade her space, dropping your shirt back down again. You wrap your arms around her tightly so you can squeeze some sense and love back into her. She tries to return it, but her arms around you are so loose, so unsure, it hurts your heart. 

She smells like the valve oil she occasionally uses on her trumpet. The smell clings to her clothes. You untuck her face from your chest. Hands firm on her cheek, thumb rubbing up and down her pink-stained cheeks, soothing away her tears. 

“Robin, I adore you more than anyone.” You promise, unable to help yourself when you press a chaste kiss to her lips. “Please never doubt that.”

It cracks her facade, her arms once limp curl around you. She squeezes and clings to you like a lifeline and cries with ferocity into your neck. Her anger is gone and left is the ache of sadness, made worse by her exhaustive anger. 

You cradle her against your chest, hand tracing shapes into her back the way you know she likes. 

“I-I don’t…” She starts, unable to form a thought coherent enough to be worth saying. She’s still crying heavily, trying to understand the swirl of unpleasant emotions turning her stomach. Her chest is still thumping with anxiety, a tightness constricting her chest that makes it all worse. 

Even now, consoled by your confession of love, the leftovers of her extreme emotion remain. She tries to calm herself, but it takes time to adjust when it feels like you have just been stood at the edge of a building. 

“It’s okay, my love, cry all you need.” You say breathing steadily. You hold one of her hands to your chest, encouraging her to match her breathing to yours. 

She’s tired of crying, of feeling this way. She isn’t ready to talk about it but she knows you need to, she needs to. It won’t be solved overnight, things rarely can be, but talking about it will start the process. You’ll be there to help her, even if you can’t mend it all, you’ll listen.

You’ll talk when she’s ready, but until then, you’re content to hold her in your arms.

masterlist

#robin buckley fanfic #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley blurb #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley #robin buckley drabble #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley x gn reader #robin buckley imagine

[diazsdimples]

Inspiration Saturday!!

I did a bad thing and started a new fic, which will be known as the Musician AU. Basically, Eddie, Hen & Chim are all players in the L.A Philharmonic, Bobby is the conductor, and Buck joins them for one concert as a new hot shot cello soloist. Eddie immediately falls head over heels for the man and him and Buck fuck nasty in many many backstage rooms. This is gonna be a long snippet sorry, I'm scared it's too niche lmao

Tagged by @callmenewbie @wildlife4life @loserdiaz @thewolvesof1998, thank you guys!

Eddie gets to his chair and takes a moment to fully appreciate that it’s his. He’s not played first horn for a while, let alone while being the principal, and he’s pretty hyped. He takes a moment to unpack his horn, slotting the slides carefully into place and pressing the valves up and down to make sure they don’t need any grease. He’s so focused on it that he doesn’t hear Hen sneaking up to his side, clarinet in hand, and almost jumps out of his skin when she speaks.

“So, have you seen our new soloist yet?” she asks, leaning casually against his music stand and Eddie lets out a startled yelp.

“Not yet” he responds once his heart rate has gone back to normal.

Hen picks at something in her teeth. “Apparently, he’s very good, Tracy and Jeff can’t stop talking about him. It’s getting on my nerves”.

“Makes sense that he’s good, you don’t solo with the L.A Phil if you’re shit” Eddie jokes and Hen sends him a flat look.

“You know what I mean” she responds dryly. “Was the youngest in his class at Juilliard and did a stint playing in New Zealand with the NZSO before moving back to New York and playing with the New York Phil”.

Eddie can’t help but be impressed; the New York Philharmonic isn’t easy to get into and from what he’s heard, the NZSO are no slouches either. “He must be alright then”.

“You talking about Wonder-Boy Buckley? More than alright from what I hear”. Chimney is slouching towards them, weaving his way through the chairs and music stands from where he usually sits as principal trumpet. “Cathy says he’s hot. You’d better not let him distract you, Eddie”.

Eddie rolls his eyes playfully at Chimney as he sets his music out on the stand. “I have excellent impulse control, thank you. Haven’t had a random hookup in almost a year, even though Joel’s been repeatedly trying to jump my bones”.

“He does that with everyone, don’t feel special” Chimney replies, and he pats Eddie on the back.

“Why do they call him Wonder-Boy Buckley by the way?” Eddie asks. “Buckley’s a weird name, isn’t it?”

“Buckley is his surname; his first name is Evan” Hen explains while Chimney blows into his trumpet to warm it up. “And he’s Wonder-Boy because he’s so young and hot”

Eddie scoffs at this. Wonder-Boy Buckley sounds like a bit of a prick, honestly.

“Ready for your big moment? First movement of the concerto has a pretty big horn solo, and Bobby is expecting big things from you”. Chimney is looking at him with big eyes and if Eddie didn’t know him better, he’d think the guy was actually concerned.

Eddie won’t lie, he is pretty nervous about it. The cello solo and the horn have a few moments in the piece where it’s just them playing and it’s damn high and fucking difficult. Eddie’s done it in concert before, but that was with a much more minor orchestra and not in front of an audience of 2000+ people. However, Chimney and Hen under no circumstances are allowed to know he’s nervous so he shrugs nonchalantly and says, “yeah, I’ve been practicing it loads and think I’ve got it all sorted. Unless the soloist is truly as hot as you say, I’m pretty sure nothing will throw me”.

It seems the gods are listening to Eddie and laughing at him, because at that very moment, an extremely attractive young man walks into the auditorium with a cello strapped to his back and all Eddie can think is fuck, he’s really fucking hot.

“Oh look, there he is” Chimney says, perking up and Hen’s eyes flit across the auditorium, coming to rest on the man and her jaw drops.

“Holy shit, he’s hot. And I like girls”

“How’s our resident dick-expert doing” Chimney nudges Eddie teasingly and Eddie’s currently making a conscious effort not to drool.

“Yeah he’s – uh – he’s not bad”.

Not bad? Eddie is convinced this is the hottest man he’s ever seen in his life. His muscles bulge as he swings the cello case off his back and sets it on the ground and he flicks his head up to talk to Bobby, his blond curls flouncing delightfully as he does so. Even from here, Eddie can see how his eyes are a piercing blue and he can’t help but notice the way they crinkle as he smiles at Bobby, flashing a set of perfect, white teeth. He’s got some sort of mark around his eyebrow, maybe a piercing? Eddie can’t quite tell from this distance but man, it’s got him feeling things he hasn’t felt in a long time.

Hen and Chimney are sharing a knowing look and Eddie firmly ignores them, instead picking up his horn and beginning to blow some warm air into it. Terry, Amy, Sophie and Grant, his fellow horn players, have all turned up and are setting up, striking up idle conversation with one another as they wait for Bobby to give the order to tune up and start practicing. Hen pats Eddie on the back before returning to her chair and Chimney wiggles his eyebrows as he retreats, flicking his tongue around his mouthpiece suggestively.

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[maracujatangerine]

76. Musical Experimentation

CW: emeto, institutionalised slavery, dehumanisation, box boy universe, pet whump

The park was almost empty during the early morning hour. An older lady in an orange fleece walking her Yorkshire terrier down the wooded path along the stream. A young couple jogging together, the woman reaching up to adjust her chestnut pony tail. A bald man in his fifties bicycling slowly with his black labrador in tow. Apart from them, only Lydia and Coriander walked together across the wide expanse of grass.

“Here it is, Cory!” Lydia pointed to the simple wooden pavilion ahead, just an open deck with wooden supports for the roof in each corner. “This is what I wanted to show you. I found out that the council has refurbished some pianos and placed them around town for anyone to use.”

And indeed. In the middle of the pavilion was a fairly battered, but freshly repainted, piano.

The blonde pet looked quizzically at his owner.

“T-that sounds very nice, Miss Lydia” he said.

”I was thinking that perhaps you would like to try to play it?”

A worried wrinkle creased Coriander’s forehead.

“T-this pet i-is afraid that it cannot, Miss Lydia.” He said regretfully. “I-it doesn’t know how to play.”

“Remember how you didn’t know that you could swim, either?” Lydia smiled. “I just want you to give it a try. It is totally all right if you can’t play.” She held up a hand. “You have to take a seat on the bench. It is all right, it is just the two of us here.”

When Coriander hesitatingly sat down on the duet bench and placed his hands on the keys, she nodded approvingly. “That’s really good. You are doing well. There’s no stress, take as much time as you need.”

Lydia sat down in the grass next to the piano, closing her eyes and enjoying the warm morning sun on her face.

A bumble bee buzzed among some early daisies, a few seagulls called to one another overhead. The faint sounds of a few cars in the distance. Coriander hesitatingly pushed down a few of the keys, first discordantly, then in a cascade from the one side of the piano to the other.

It sounded just as haphazard and unskilled as Lydia thought that she herself would have sounded, if she would have tried to play. She had nearly made up her mind that her hunch was just a guess gone wrong, when something shifted.

The unmistakable first tones of Für Elise floated out over the park’s green lawn.

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A few weeks later, they walked past a music store when Lydia stopped, hit by inspiration.

“Would you like to go inside, Cory?”

The young man blanched. Almost, but not quite, shaking his head.

“B-but we don’t need anything, Miss Lydia.”

“I know, but maybe you would like to look at some of the instruments? I mean, you weren’t as awesome with the piano in the park as with the tin whistle, but you could still play. Maybe, if you try some more instruments you could discover even more skills?”

The pet swallowed, hard.

“I-it is soon time for dinner, Miss. P-perhaps we s-should go straight home and cook some food?”

Lydia relented.

“Sure, Cory. Let’s go home.” She glanced thoughtfully at all the instruments in the window as they walked past.

Coriander stared down at the pavement almost all the way home.

*

Transcript of audio recording

Several rustling sounds and a thump, from placing the recorder on the table, then Lydia’s voice.

“Cory, today I would like you to look at some different pictures and tell me what you see on the picture. I also want to tell me if you feel anything in particular about the picture, would that be okay?”

“Y-yes, Miss Lydia” Cory’s voice, slightly nervous but obviously eager to please.

“Okay, what is this?”

“It is a tin whistle, Miss Lydia.” A smile in Coriander’s voice. “T-this pet enjoys playing the tin whistle.”

“That’s good.” A smile in Lydia’s voice, too. “So what is this?”

“A trumpet.”

A faint rustle of paper as Lydia changed cards.

“A set of drums.”

“A cello.” A faint, almost undetectable tremble in Coriander’s voice.

“What about this, then?”

“An oboe.”

“That’s really good, I didn’t even know what that was called.”

“An harpsichord.”

“A guitar.”

“Now this is a hard one.” Lydia laughed. “I had no idea what this was. Ready?”

“Yes, Miss Lydia.” Coriander huffed a small laugh. “T-this pet knows what it is, Miss Lydia. That is a theremin.” He sounded pleased with himself.

“You are really awesome at this.” Lydia said warmly. “Only a few cards left. What is this?”

A sharp intake of breath. The faintest moan. The vicious sound of someone vomiting, liquid splashing all over the floor.

After a few moments only dry heaving could be heard on the tape.

“T-this pet is so, so s-sorry, Miss Lydia.” Coriander’s voice faint and shivering. “I-it will clean this up at once.”

“No, Cory.” Lydia sounded shaken, too. “I am sorry, I shouldn’t have pushed you. Please forgive me.”

Sound of steps and movement, someone fumbling with the recorder and the recording turned off.

In the margin of the transcript, with blue ballpoint pen, Lydia had noted in her curved handwriting. “A violin.”

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This post is a part of the 2023 BBU Community Days organised by @bbu-on-the-side The last part of this post - the transcript - is my entry for day 10: In-BBU-media.

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Fun Facts:

There’s a really cool international street art initiative that is called Play me, I’m yours that aims to place pianos in public places that are free for anyone to use. The project started in Birmingham, UK by artist Luke Jerram, but can now be found all over the world. It is particularly brilliant since pianos are often given away for free since moving them is expensive and many people have a hard time finding space for them in their homes. More info can be found here and here.

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[whyse7vn]

IS JIN BALD? -

[ ot7 x reader ]

ARMY FR 🧑‍🦲🇰🇷

8 participants - 8 online

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jungkook: fuck a grammy fr lol

y/n: that shit was how long ago?

yoongi: we are in 2023.

jin: get over it pussy

tae: smooth like butter bro

namjoon: ??

jimin: hobi fell it was funny

hobi: DONT BRING MY TRUMA UP SOMEONE TELL HIM!!!

jk: i am over it

jin: clearly not

namjoon: move forward and focus on work

y/n: he basically said get over it you bitch

jk: i am over it

jin: sure

yoongi: was kinda disappointing tho

y/n: omg yoongi 🥺

here for you bae

tae: can you be there for me pls

y/n: i’m hungry

tae: eat me!!

jk: what

jin: SAME

sorry caps

same.

the hungry part not the eat me part

jimin left the gc

y/n: omg ???

jin: it was about time so sorry was SICK of him

namjoon added jimin to the gc !

jin: jimin my bff hey !!!

jimin: fuck you

jin: remember when namjoon fell down those stairs that one time

y/n: YES LMWSOSODODOFOCOZOOXOX

jimin: OMG YEAH

yoongi: yeah lol

hobi: LMAO

namjoon: 😐

jin: sorry was just thinking about it

namjoon: it was so embarrassing

hobi: at least it was only us that saw it!

jk: it’s okay one time i cried during sex can’t get any more embarrassing than that!!

yoongi: what

jimin: why would u admit to-

y/n: LAMOOO now THAT was fr funny snot coming out his nose and everything

yoongi: double what

tae: wait

hobi: 🤨

y/n: nvm i lied what.

jimin: thought it would be yoongi first ngl

namjoon: moving on

yoongi: 🫣

y/n: and was

jk: HUH ?

y/n: surprise

jin: omg

yoongi: lol

namjoon: MOVING ON

jimin: 👺 👺👺👺👺👺👺👺

what an ugly fucking emoji

who though it would be a good idea what is it’s purpose

tae: looks like you

jin: truth

jimin: fuck you

tae: 👺

hobi: i kinda like it

👺👺👺👺👺👺👺

funky

y/n: hate it

jimin: see the whore gets it!

yoongi: jimin

jimin: ooo scary

namjoon: …

jimin: /j lolz

you guys are NO fun i mean it

tae: cry my a river

hobi: i want you to cry

jin: guys

y/n: cry for me

namjoon: yeah

yoongi: the answer is no to what ever ur about to say

jin: omg?! what a party pooper

jk: party

hobi: pop

*pooper

pop pop pop

jin: anyways

do you think i look good bald 🥺?

yoongi: …

y/n: what

hobi: sure

namjoon: yeah

jimin: ig?

jk: ur bald???????

jin: u guys are so fucking fake it’s unreal

jimin: 🙏🏻

jk: ur bald fr?!

y/n: do you think wonho wants me

cuz i want him

jimin: NO LMAO

yoongi: i don’t see why not

y/n: omg yoongi my number 1 supporter love u down fr 🙏🏽🥺

jk: i’m confused is jin fr bald?

namjoon: tae is that you playing the trumpet rn?

tae: yeah sound ok?

namjoon: no

pls stop

tae: 😟

jimin: give up i say

hobi: sick and tried

y/n: BUT I DONT WANNA MESS UP CUZ LIFE GOES ONNNNN

ate that

hobi: 110%

jimin: flopped

jk: IS HE BALD??????

y/n: i used to be a certified lover boy..

jimin: but-

yoongi: nvm

jin: don’t you fucking dare

hobi:

…

i have to admit this one makes me giggle a lil but also i fr did write this one after the grammys happened then i forgot about it so i had to change a bunch of shit still love it tho

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[paperbackribs]

The Gift (5b of 15) (Witch Steve AU)

previous: Chapter 5 You're Doing That On Purpose (Part A) next: Chapter 6 Help a Friend Ao3 Link - Chapters will be updated ahead of Tumblr Content: 1.3K words, CW: As part of my mlm and wlw loving relationships, the term dyke is used as an affectionate way to tweak Robin's pig-tails.

Last chapter, Steve and Eddie came to an understanding and formed a deeper start to their friendship. This chapter, Eddie just wants to convince Steve about which film to watch on movie night (Part A) and Robin wants to mock Steve about the two of them flirting while his connection to the ethereal makes itself known (Part B).

Chapter 5(b) You're Doing That on Purpose

"...All right, then. Since your band of dogs are happy, let’s do the hobos.” He feels a flash of triumph as he hears Eddie’s bark of laughter at Steve continuing the bit. “Movie night is at my place, Friday.”

“Fantastic my lovely, dear liege,” Eddie affects a bow. “I’ll shall bring the brews. My Madam Buckley, farewell.” She sticks her middle finger up at his blown kiss. Eddie leaves, chuckling under his breath, Family Video's door bell ringing after him.

Steve pushes the now empty trolley back to the counter, looking up to see Robin’s face doing that thing. The Bangles tape smoothly segues into a mix of acoustic and electronic guitars, Susanna Hoff sings of longing to give her partner what they want, if only they knew what they needed. Steve ignores Robin to bob his head along to the catchy tune.

Under the pressure of her gaze, he eventually says, “I don’t know what you mean.”

She stares harder at him, even more amused.

Steve crosses his arms, “It’s just nice having a friend that’s not obsessed with only black and white films.”

She sighs, “You troglodyte.”

“Dyke.”

“Ken doll.”

“Trumpet… blower. Fuck.”

Robin sounds out a sad trumpet noise of failure accompanied by what he’s sure are the correct finger movements.

“Wait, something about fingering?”

“Nope, you lose. Hand it over.”

Steve reaches over to the candy display and plucks out a packet of Junior Mints that he’ll pay for later. Throws it gently to Robin because, while the girl can kick a soccer ball with a mean right foot, she can’t catch to save her life.

Case in point, he thinks fondly, watching her fumble, but not drop, the box.

“But,” she says around a mouthful of mint and chocolate, “you’re flirting with him.”

“I am not,” Steve protests.

“Okay, he’s flirting with you.”

“He is not,” Steve says even more firmly.

“Oh, Steve,” she simpers in a high voice that sounds nothing like a man, let alone Eddie. Flips her dark blonde hair back as if it’s longer, “You just have to come and sit with me in a dark room and watch my favourite movie. And you’re so smart and pretty, Steve.”

“Eddie never said I’m pretty.” Steve pushes the new releases onto the trolley, even though there are only four of them.

“Are you pouting?” Robin laughs.

“I’m not,” he is not. “And it’s not just me, you’ll be there too. That isn’t exactly a hot and heavy scenario, Robin.” Steve very calmly points out, moving towards the New Release section with his back facing her.

“Oh, I’m not going to be there.”

“What?” Steve exclaims, swivelling to stare back at Robin, nerves inexplicably shooting through his fingers nearly causing him to drop Stand by Me.

“I’ve got a date with Vickie.”

“What?” He repeats in an entirely different tone, throwing the case aside with a clatter to rush back to the counter.

Robin leans over, her face close to Steve’s. “I did it!” She whirls in place, “And she said, get this – I’d love to.”

“Hell yeah, of course, she’d love to. What’d I say–”

“53 minutes and 5 seconds,” they both chorus.

Robin’s blue eyes shine. “She didn’t say much about the ex, but she was talking about how she’s looking for something different. And she looks at me, right.” Steve nods, engrossed. “I know I’m not the best with social cues, but she stops suddenly and says in this tone, ‘really different.’” Robin shivers, “her voice was so sexy.”

“And then,” he urges.

“I said ‘I can be something really different.’”

“No!”

“Yes! It just came out.”

“Robin!” He shakes her by the shoulders, “You smooth mother, you.”

Robin spits her hair out and grins, “So yeah, it’s just you and Munson on Friday.”

“Whatever,” he grins rolling his eyes. Robins’ way off, even though he’s proud of her.

Steve puts it all out of his mind, though he does make sure to clean the living room up a little. Just a bit of vacuuming and wiping down the tables. If he’s having people over, he should make sure the place is nice. And Eddie deserves nice.

He needs to order them some pizza on the day. Eddie likes mushrooms, he remembers from their last movie night with the others.

Thank Christ the kids aren’t coming, or he’d have to go through another slew of horror films. He loves Jack Nicolson, but the guy had thoroughly creeped him out, let alone that river of blood through a damned elevator. Who even thinks of something that terrible?

His mental grumbling continues as he gets ready for bed, pulling back the sheets and resting his head against the cool, navy pillow. He has enough nightmares from the Upside Down, he drowsily thinks.

Although, the benefit of Knowing that Vecna is done is that he’s been able to fall asleep a lot easier than he used to. He doesn’t even need his nail bat under the bed anymore, it’s safely stored in the trunk of his bimmer instead.

As the wisps of sleep take hold an image starts to play under his closed eyelids. Strange, Steve thinks distractedly, why would he dream of Eddie’s Uncle Wayne?

Wayne, who he'd briefly encountered at the hospital, appears on a sagging brown couch. He rolls a coffee mug between his palms, a brightly coloured yellow heart is printed on the porcelain while a curl of steam winds above it. Wayne’s brows furrow in concern as he says something that Steve can’t hear. The dream is silent, a detail that doesn’t strike him as odd in his half-awake state.

The older man looks up and the perspective shifts to a boarded-over ceiling in the corner of the room, revealing that this is Eddie’s trailer. Plywood is neatly nailed against the light apricot surface, a protective measure against the hole open to the elements but, thankfully, no longer connected to the Upside Down. Steve begins to realise, with growing unease, that he isn’t merely dreaming but witnessing an ongoing event.

Wayne’s arms fold around him and suddenly Steve’s head turns to the side, his vision obscured by long, loose curls that bear a striking resemblance to Eddie’s dark hair. Panic surges through Steve, who bolts upright in bed, eyes flying open. But the vision persists, overlaying what he can see of his bedroom, the middle between left and right muddled by the combination of the two sights.

This isn’t just a dream, he’s seeing through Eddie’s sight in real-time, a connection forged by the hazel eye that had given back Eddie his life.

Steve’s mind races with confusion. Is what is happening even possible? He pinches himself, hoping to jolt himself out of this bizarre experience. The image wavers but persists. He pinches himself again, hissing in pain, and the vision flickers once more.

Okay, something physical, maybe a little painful. Something to get him out of his head.

Steve laces on his sneakers, not bothering to pull on a jacket over the shorts and shirt he’d worn to bed and throws himself out of the house, only stopping to grab his keys. Determinedly he starts to run, slapping the soles of his shoes against the familiar paved path and pushing his mind to break this strange connection.

The heat of the summer night presses down on Steve, the air like soup in his lungs, and the burning amber of the street lights pass by in one long blur. At first, the combination of his vision creates a small sense of vertigo, but Steve persists.

And miraculously, it works. Wayne’s sad smile is the last image he sees before the image wavers and blinks out. Steve concentrates on the rhythm of his breathing and working his burning muscles, grounding himself in the present, and following the easy asphalt surface back to his home.

As he reaches the front yard, his pace slowing and adrenaline ebbing, Steve can’t ignore the weight of what just happened. He forces his breathing to calm while looking up at the silver of the round moon in the clear night sky, the pearly orb a mirror reflection of his left eye.

Steve can feel that this vision is connected to the ethereal, not a part of the earth or the sky. It is something inherently linked to his soul and body. Yet, as he absently reflects on the use of a full moon for rituals of transformation, a chilling realisation continues to creep over him: he has no idea how this happened or what it may mean.

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[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

*sad Victorian child voice* Please, I need some more Prince Soma x reader, with Soma rescuing reader from her abusive home life. When I first was in high school and gushing over the prince, I always imagined a passionate love affair that at first is limited to letters (perhaps they met through Cole who is a mutual friend that introduced them to cheer up reader) And then eventually this beautiful man shows up on a white horse (elephant? It’s Soma after all, he’d save you in the loudest most obnoxious way possible) to save the day.

well reach into my chest and rip out my heart why don'tcha

I love this so much tho he's such a good boy!!! <3

You feel bad about it, but you’ve sometimes thought that you should burn all the letters that SOMA has sent you.

It would be better than your family finding them, wouldn’t it? Your parents have always tried to crush any good thing you’ve had. If they found these messages from a man you’ve fallen in love with, if they read the contents of these letters, they would put a stop to it immediately. That’s the only reason you’ve considered burning the letters after reading them.

You can’t bring yourself to do it, though. Every word that Soma has ever written you is like a ray of sunlight shining into your life. That very first one he ever sent you started with, Dearest (Name), We do not know each other yet, but I’m hoping to change that. My name is Prince Soma Asman Kadar, and my close friend Maurice Cole asked if I would write you because he knows you’re lonely and your family does not treat you nicely. So, I am writing you in the hopes that I can be your friend! Hello! It’s very nice to meet you!

God, if only you��d known what would follow. In the beginning, Soma became a good friend of yours… one of the few you have. You can remember writing Maurice and thanking him, mentioning that if Soma didn’t want to continue talking to you, he was free to tell Soma to stop sending letters.

However, the prince’s enthusiasm for speaking with you became clearer and clearer with every letter he sent. He uses too many exclamation points, perhaps because he’s always excited about everything. About talking to you, in particular, it seems. Soon enough these friendly correspondences slowly transitioned into ardent love letters.

People would be shocked to see the things you and Soma write to each other. He has no sense of shame; you think that’s one of the things you love about him. He wants to kiss you, all over your body, and he says so plainly as many times as he can, and he doesn’t care who knows it.

No matter how isolated and worthless you feel at home, trapped here despite being an adult who should be out on her own by now, you can always count on Soma to tell you how much he loves you. You haven’t burned those letters because Soma’s love has brought you back to life, and rereading them when you feel alone and unlovable has pulled you back from the edge of despair so many times.

When the latest one arrives, however, you’re not sure what to think except that your mind is trying to panic. This letter is uncharacteristically short for Soma, and there isn’t a single exclamation point to be seen.

Dearest (Name), Princess of My Heart,

Your pain is almost over.

We are going to be together soon, I promise.

And when I come to you, “happily ever after” will be yours at last.

Wait for me, priya.

Love Forever,

Soma

Weeks pass after that letter, without another one. It’s not unusual to go for a week or sometimes two without any messages from Soma, so you try to tell your heart to settle down.

This time just feels different. That last letter you got from him carried some air of finality, and although he’s said similar things that the two of you will be together soon, the way he wrote this one sounds like a sacred vow.

Like he really is on his way, after all this time.

You’re rereading it for what feels like the millionth time, up in your room, when suddenly, you hear something outside which sounds like… the trumpet of an elephant?

Your heartbeat freezes as you remember Soma mentioning that he owns elephants. There was at least one letter he sent you wherein that he made you a solemn promise that he’d take you riding on one someday after he came to rescue you.

Sometimes you think all that talk was just that ― prattle of things that would never actually happen, even if they were nice to think about.

Then you hear the door open downstairs, and someone is calling for you. “(Name)! Excuse me, ma’am, I’m here to see (Name) (Surname)! Yes, I am Prince Soma Asman Kadar! She knows me very well. (Name)! Priya, I’m here! I’m finally here!”

You’ve never gone down the stairs as fast as you do upon hearing all of this. So that’s what Soma’s voice sounds like…? That beautiful accent of his, that bubbly tone, the way you can hear him smiling even though you can’t see him yet. There’s no mistake.

That’s him. That’s your prince, trying to fight his way past the maids.

You’re down into the foyer before any of the staff can summon your parents. “Soma!”

You race toward him, this gorgeous man you’ve never seen before but who your heart would know even if you were blind. His hair is violet, his eyes are gold, and his smile is just as incredible as you’ve dreamed about.

“Soma!” You’re crying as you run into his arms. He catches you like he’s been waiting his whole life to hold you, and you can feel him kissing your head while you bury your face in his neck. You may be holding him too tightly. You don’t care. “Is it really you…?”

His laugh vibrates through your entire being. However tightly you’re holding him, he must be holding you twice as tightly. His arms feel so secure, some safe place you’ve never known until him. You’ve dreamed about this moment a thousand times.

“It’s me, priya. I’m finally here!” As soon as you move your face from his neck, he leans down to kiss you. Your whole body responds, arching into him. You swear your soul is a flower turning toward the light of his. He kisses you ferociously, yearningly, and his hands press in against your back. When you draw apart, his eyes sparkle at you. “I’m sorry we had to wait so long. But guess what? I’ve come to take you away.”

Your heart almost stops again. He can’t mean…? “Take… take me away?” Is this happening? Are you actually going to leave this horrible place and start a life with Soma like the two of you have talked about?

He nods eagerly. “Yes! I have a ring for you at the townhouse, but… there are lots of things to plan. You’re going to come be with me, though, from now on. You won’t stay here with people who don’t treat you like a princess. Are you ready to ride on an elephant?” he grins. As if it’s the most normal question in the world.

You don’t even know what to say. All you can do is let your tears fall down your face as you return his nod, and he reaches up to cup your face in his hands.

The way he looks at you is a way you never knew anyone could look at you. It becomes apparent to you that as much as you’ve been searching for your prince, he’s been searching for his princess. The two of you have been waiting for each other, and you can finally be together.

“I’m going to take you away from here,” he murmurs, before kissing you again. “We’re going to get married, priya. We’re going to find a big, beautiful house of our own, and we’re going to have babies, and you’ll never have to worry about anything ever again. I’m going to take care of you, and I’m going to tell you every day how much I love you.”

It sounds perfect. Too perfect. This isn’t another dream, is it?

You break your gaze from him, only to look over at the shocked maids. “… Tell my parents that I’ve run off with a prince, and I am never speaking to them again.”

To their credit, the maids exchange one glance with each other before nodding. “Good luck, Lady (Name).”

Soma sweeps you up into his arms, and right out the door.

Part of you feels a little bad that you’re leaving the letters he wrote you behind.

But you don’t need them anymore.

You’ve got him now, and you have no doubts that he’ll make you feel just as loved as you felt reading his letters.

‘Happily ever after’ was never an ending, you think. It’s the beginning of the rest of your life.

#abuse tw #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Soma #Soma Asman Kadar #reader insert #romantic #drama #fluff #hurt/comfort #GOD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH LOOK AT HIM AND HIS BIG HEART FULL OF LOVE <3 #one hell of a queue

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I Found Myself a Cheerleader 16

Chapter 16 out of 28

Bumped to the lowest step on the social ladder after his fight with Billy, Steve gets roped in with the cheer team. What starts as a favor to help them out when one member breaks her leg in turn for protection from the brunt of the bullying, sets the universe on a different path.

In this chapter, Chrissy finally reaches out again, telling those who know about what truly happens in Hawkins that something else is afoot. At the same time, the death of a star basketball player rocks the town and forces Eddie and Steve to face each other again for the first time since their fight.

On AO3.

Ships: steddie & buckingham

Warnings: death mention, general season 4 shenanigans

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Chapter 16: The Boathouse

Lucas had been amazing at his game and Steve genuinely thinks that spring break might be a fresh start for all of them.

He and Robin clock to work that morning, still giggling about Tammy Thompson of all people that had shown up last night. Still as muppety as ever. Steve can’t bring himself to feel bad about how he ignored his date to joke with Robin, especially because Chrissy caught their eye while they were doing it and gave a real smile for the first time in weeks.

They’re stocking shelves when the door rings and Chrissy is there. Actually there. Seeking them out. Them!

Both of them freeze for a moment, before Steve breaks out in a smile of relief and goes to hug her, as he exclaims: “Chris! Oh my god, how are you?”

Chrissy is quiet for a second, then Steve feels how she starts to tremble in his arms. The relief at her appearance making place for worry as he holds her close and makes panicked eyes at Robin, who returns them twofold. He starts to whisper placating comments, leading Chrissy to the counter as he lets out silent tears.

Steve gets her up on the counter, signaling Robin to go sit next to her. She gives him big eyes in return and he glares at her to go. No time to panic about having a crush on the girl you’re comforting, because Chrissy is still crying.

Fortunately, Robin goes, awkwardly wrapping an arm around Chrissy as she says: “It’s okay, we’re here. I don’t know how comforting that is, we’re both idiots, but, I mean, it is something. Because we lo- care for you, you know. And we want you to not be crying. Not that you should stop. Well, you should, because I want you to not be sad, but crying is good sometimes too. Like, healthily expressing emotions is good and I- I am going to shut up now.”

As she always does when Robin rambles, Chrissy giggles. Though right now it sounds more like a wet chuckle. She wipes her eyes and softly says: “I’m sorry about that.”

“No need to apologize,” Steve tells her. “Wanna talk about it?”

“It’s just-” Chrissy takes a breath and makes a helpless gesture as she figures out what she wants to say, before asking: “Do you ever feel like you’re losing your mind?”

“Uhm,” both Steve and Robin look at each other. Their eyes reflect Russian bunkers, a monster made of flesh, Dustin singing over the radio and crashing a car together on purpose.

“Just on a daily basis,” Robin offers. “I mean, I am friends with King Steve and Cheer Queen Chrissy Cunningham. I play trumpet. That should be illegal.”

That makes Chrissy laugh again, this time less wetly. “I feel like you know me better than just cheer queen,” she says, turning a little more serious as she goes on. “What should be illegal is how I ignored you two. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sure you had your reasons,” Robin immediately offers, obviously wanting to make Chrissy feel good about herself again.

Steve, however, isn’t wearing rose tinted glasses and can say: “Yeah. I’m sure you did. You can tell us, you know, if anything we did upset you. We won’t judge.”

“Oh, no, it’s not you guys, not at all,” Chrissy quickly says, her arms waving about, much to the relief of both Steve and Robin. Steve had been pretty sure it wasn’t them, but days of Robin’s worrying might have put him on edge a little.

“Then what happened?” Steve asks.

“Anything we can do?” Robin adds.

Chrissy looks between them as she bites her lip, obviously deciding whether or not to tell them what’s been going on. Without meaning to Steve holds his breath, letting out a relieved sigh when Chrissy says: “Okay, yeah, uhm, alright. Just- Just promise you won’t think I’m crazy.”

“We won’t,” Robin promises. “Seriously. Never. You have to get like really out there to get us to not believe you.”

“Yeah, exactly,” Steve agrees, before Robin can say too much about things they are not allowed to talk about, because the government will quite literally come for them. God, he loves Robin but her lack of filter around people she likes is bad for his health.

“Okay,” Chrissy nods again after studying both of them for a moment, believing their promises to be true, thank fuck. “Okay, yeah, so I- I, uhm, have been seeing things. Like, I’ll be a school and hear my mom or I’ll hear a clock. It’s just really weird and I’m- I’m so scared.”

Robin pulls her closer in a comforting manner, looking at Steve to find words, because she might make it worse with her medical rambles. However, something is bugging Steve and he only frowns and asks: “Your mom?”

“Yeah,” Chrissy says. “I was at school in the bathroom and suddenly it went all grayish and it was like she was banging on the door, yelling at me about,” her voice gets smaller, “you know, food stuff. But she sounded all wrong. It was-” she looks unsure, then finishes “It felt like I was in another dimension.”

The world freezes alongside the blood in Steve’s veins.

There are a million things he wants to say, a thousand questions he wants to ask, a hundred denials playing on his lips. But none of them come out as he stands there, glued to the ground.

Robin sends him a look. He has told her about the Upside Down, but she has never experienced it beyond the Mind Flayer. She hasn’t seen a monster crawl out of the walls, lights flickering around her, she hasn’t been attacked by demodogs on a bus, accepting that they day might be her last and she hasn’t felt the cloying air of the tunnels.

She just doesn’t know the full extend that statement has. What it might mean. How the fear has gripped at Steve’s heart at those words. So it is quiet, the words hanging into the air.

Chrissy shifts under Steve’s stare as behind him the TV plays, though he isn’t hearing it past the rushing in his ear. It is clear she wants to say something – Robin too, but she has enough sense that she can’t in front of Chrissy – however, before she can the bell of the door rings again.

All of them snap their eyes towards it. Unable to glare at whoever broke this important and pivotal moment, all of them feeling like they’ve been caught.

In the threshold are Dustin and Max. And with everything, it is a relief to see the two, even if they look out of breath and add to the foreboding sense of dread that has taken a hold of Steve.

Max’s eyes glance up at the TV and Steve follows, now registering what the news anchor has been saying. A murder has been committed. Someone died last night. Then he registers the trailer on the screen is Eddie’s and he feels sick. What is happening? What has brought Dustin and Max here to Family Video today?

“How many phones do you have?” Dustin asks, sounding like he had done in ‘84 outside the Wheeler house.

“Two. Why?” Steve answers.

“Technically three, if you count Keith’s,” Robin adds, more with the program and he is so grateful to her right now.

Dustin and Max share a look, before agreeing that three works. Then they invade the counter and take over the computer without explaining, ruining all the work he and Robin have done today and making Chrissy close off again.

“What are you doing?” Steve demands. He has to get his racing thoughts in order and figure out what is going on. Right now. He wants answers.

“Setting up a base of operations here,” Dustin answers, giving him exactly zero information.

“Base of operations?” Steve questions, not liking how it sounds. Also not liking how Dustin starts typing on the computer while ignoring Steve. This is so not happening right now. He tries to get him to stop. “Get off.”

“I need it,” Dustin counters, glaring at Steve.

“For what?” Steve exclaims, getting exasperated with how Dustin isn’t explaining anything. He has just heard Chrissy say different dimensions, someone died at Eddie’s trailer and Dustin and Max are here with the looks of people who know something is wrong and Steve needs answers. Right. Now.

“Eddie’s friends’ phone numbers,” Dustin explains, though it isn’t really an explanation and Steve is getting fed up with these non-answers.

Robin luckily catches onto it and continues the interrogation before Steve can explode. “Calling Eddie’s friends is an emergency?”

“Correct!” Dustin says.

“Please just explain yourselves,” Robin yells, the volume stopping Dustin’s typing and making both him and Max turn to look at where she’s still sitting on the counter next to Chrissy.

“The person that died is Patrick, I saw him enter the trailer with Eddie last night when I fed the neighbor’s dog some scraps,” Max tells them. “We want to find Eddie before the cops do. No, we need to find him.”

Next to her Dustin nods vigorously, but Steve is send reeling again. The police thinks Eddie has killed someone. Killed Patrick. Holy shit that’s Lucas’ friend Patrick. Was Lucas there? Is he okay? Fuck, did Eddie do it? No, right? He won’t. Eddie wouldn’t hurt a fly. Too nice. Always too nice to everyone.

His silence, however, is interpreted way differently by Dustin, who has never known that Steve ever knew Eddie, beyond their fake rivalry that turned real. He says: “You think Eddie’s guilty, don’t you?”

“Whoa, whoa,” Steve says, but before he can say more, Dustin demands: “Max, tell them what you saw.”

Max glares at him, then looks at Steve like she is bringing terrible news as she admits: “A little after they went inside, the lights flickered. We have shitty electricity, I didn’t think anything of it at the time, but it was about the time of the murder.”

“Fuck,” Steve breathes. Pieces float in his mind in a way that will click together if he has the peace to think clearly for a moment.

“What’s happening?” Chrissy asks, sounding scared. She isn’t used to the insanity of the party, not to mention the Upside Down.

Steve would love to comfort her right now, but he isn’t in the mindset to do so and Robin is right there anyway, so he just says: “Chrissy, I need you to repeat what you told me and Rob. About what you felt in that bathroom.”

Chrissy looks at him like he’s insane and he probably does look a little out of his mind, but Robin has his back, encouraging Chrissy and telling her it’s okay.

Dustin and Max both frown as they study Chrissy curiously, who flushes in embarrassment, before saying: “It felt like I was in a different dimension.”

“Holy shit,” Dustin repeats, urgency creeping back in his voice: “We need to find Eddie, right now.”

“I know,” Steve says, pushing Dustin back to the computer and saying: “Type and think. Did Eddie ever mention a hiding place?”

Immediately Dustin goes back to typing, Max already picking up the phone to call whatever number Dustin will rattle off as Steve wracks his brain, thinking off all those late nights they shared. If Eddie ever mentioned a safe place. A hiding place.

He can feel Robin’s eyes tracking him, Chrissy’s too. They know how he is still a bit of a mess over Eddie and now he is in trouble. Though Robin is the one that understands, Chrissy still looks a bit overwhelmed and unsure about what the hell is going on.

She has already been forgotten about by Max and Dustin, but Steve hears her ask: “What the hell is going on? Are we really going to look for him? He might be a killer.”

“If we’re right about what’s going on, he isn’t,” Steve tells her. “But I can’t tell you more until we’re sure, because it could be dangerous.”

“What?” Chrissy swallows, sounding scared and like she thinks they’re all insane.

“Don’t worry about it,” Robin assures her. “Trust me. It sounds crazy, but we’ve done something like this before. Well, not this, of course, we don’t even know what this is, but it’s going to be just fine, promise.”

Chrissy looks skeptic at Robin’s words, but decides to keep to the background, watching them all with cautious eyes. Steve feels bad about keeping her out of the loop, while also dragging her along with them, but if she has seen something already, she’s in danger and safer with them.

A few customers come in, giving the hubbub at the register a weird look. Robin is still stuck next to Chrissy, so Steve tries to distract them, so they won’t hear what they’re doing. Who they are looking for.

When a girl comes in and starts flirting with him, he reaches his limit. He is worried about Chrissy, he is worried about Eddie, he is scared out of his mind about the Upside Down being back and he is terrified to all hell. He doesn’t want to pretend to be into this girl right now. He can’t.

So, he snaps: “I don’t know what kind of movie you wanna watch. We organize them by genre, I’m sure you’re capable of picking on your own.”

The girl looks shocked and a little offended, before stomping away as Steve deflates slightly. He didn’t mean to make her upset, he just needs some room to think. To breathe.

Robin appears next to him, Chrissy clinging onto her, having apparently decided Robin is her anchor in all this. Robin takes his hand and softly asks: “Are you okay?”

“Not really,” Steve admits, taking a deep breath. “I’m- I- I can’t think right now.”

“Hey, Eddie is going to be fine,” Robin says and while Steve knows he’s worried about Eddie, it’s not until she says that that it hits him.

Eddie is in trouble.

Big trouble. Upside Down trouble. He could be in danger, he could be taken by whatever had hurt Patrick, he could be dead. This isn’t jocks coming after him for being a freak or getting busted with his drugs.

“Fuck, I wish I could still get high and forget all this shit,” he groans, hating how the thought of being high makes him nervous ever since Starcourt.

He remembers Eddie offering him a joint a few times, Steve always rejected with a smile, hoping Eddie won’t take offense. After a few times, Eddie had asked if he doesn’t smoke and Steve had been nervous to say no, wanting to be cool, but unable to lie to Eddie when he seemed so sincere about it. So he told Eddie he didn’t really want to no and Eddie had smiled and said that it was all okay, joking: “Rick won’t mind if I sell instead of share my stash, sweetheart.”

“Rick, Reefer Rick,” he says, not having heard if Robin or Chrissy replied to his comment, having been lost in thought.

“Who’s that?” Robin frowns.

“It’s the guy Eddie gets his drugs from,” Steve explains, as he rushes to the register, pushing Dustin aside, who squawks. “He might have an account here.”

“Who?” Dustin asks, both him and Robin leaning over Steve’s shoulder to look along.

“Reefer Rick, Eddie’s drug guy,” Steve says.

“Of course you know the drug guy,” Dustin rolls his eyes, which Steve ignores. He doesn’t blame Dustin for being on edge, so is he and it’s not like Dustin has a reason to think Steve would know that because of any other reason.

So, he just ignores it as they go through the list to find the Rick that is like Reefer Rick. Steve feels relief when they find the guy. Eddie is not out in the wind anymore.

Even though both he and Robin need this job, neither of them think twice about closing up the store and getting into Steve’s car. He doesn’t know if Eddie will be happy to see them, if he is in a dangerous mindset, if he will be mad or scared. It makes him anxious, but he is also anxious to see Eddie, to make sure no monster has crawled out of he wall and gotten to him.

The house is old and creaky and no matter how much Dustin bangs on the door, no one opens. Steve also wants Eddie to open the door, but knows better than that, so he just peers in and hopes he’ll see signs of life, but it is dead inside. Empty.

Fuck, what if Eddie isn’t in here? What if he is dead, something Steve has realized could be, but hasn’t fully entertained as an actual possibility. But the news hadn’t said a name. It could be Eddie’s body that they found.

God, he might be spiraling now. His breath isn’t fully happening correctly and he feels like he can jump out of his skin.

Before his breakdown can take an embarrassing turn, Robin points out the shack that is off to the side and the little bit of hope is enough to get Steve’s feet moving again.

The shack is easily broken into, but looks abandoned at first glance. An uneasy feeling hanging in the air. Steve regrets not going to pick up his nail bat, they don’t know what Eddie might be hiding from. Needing to have some sort of weapon, he picks up an oar and starts poking with it. From his fights with Billy, he remembers how crucial it is to have his hands free when attacked.

“What are you doing?” Dustin asks as Steve pokes the tarp. He pokes it again and Dustin repeats: “What are you doing?”

“He might be in here,” Steve counters, not thinking that Eddie killed anyone, but certain that he is on edge, dangerous. Not alone, perhaps.

“So take the tarp off,” Dustin tells him.

Steve doesn’t have the energy to explain why that would be a bad idea, so he just scowls: “If you’re so brave, you take the tarp off,” to put the twerp in his place.

“Hey, look over here,” Max suddenly speaks up and Steve turns as Robin and Chrissy follow Max to look at her findings. “Someone was here.”

“Maybe he heard us. Got spooked and ran,” Robin suggests, as Chrissy huddles closer to her while glancing around with scared eyes.

“Don’t worry. Steve will get him with his oar,” Dustin snipes.

“I know you think you’re being funny,” Steve replies, not one to be insulted by a kid, whom he knows has no sense of self preservation, “but considering almost everyone in this room has nearly died a hundred times, personally, I don't find it funny in the slight-”

Without warning Steve gets cut off, a cacophony of sound all around him as he is put off balance and marched backwards.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,” Steve yells, scrambling against the hands holding him, recognizing Eddie and hoping he’ll realize it’s Steve and stop his attack. However, he doesn’t get his hopes up after their last conversation.

Eddie pins him to the wall, broken bottle under his chin as he threatens him. Steve now remembers how Eddie stood up to Billy, the strength hidden under that leather jacket. So, Steve is literally trapped and at his mercy.

The look in Eddie’s eyes is a little wild, looking like a cornered animal, scared and ready to fight to get away from it all.

Steve is quite terrified, but he can admit that the display of strength is hot and even in this disheveled state, Eddie looks beautiful. God, Steve has missed those brown eyes close to his, missed Eddie’s warmth, missed Eddie.

However, he is still aware of the danger of the situation and after the disorientating charge, sound is slowly filtering in again. He hears Dustin’s frantic voice plead: “Eddie! Stop! Eddie. Eddie. It's me, it’s Dustin. This is Steve. He’s not going to hurt you, right, Steve?”

“Right, yeah,” Steve agrees, realizing that he is likely the most dangerous in Eddie’s eyes and he hates how that is what he did to Eddie. That he made him scared of Steve.

“Steve, why don’t you drop the oar,” Dustin suggest in a way that is more a demand.

Slowly Steve moves to drop the oar, well aware that a wrong move could end up with his throat sliced open. However, it’s not slow enough. Eddie pushes against him again and a small, horny part of Steve has to work to not make a more embarrassing noise than a groan.

“He’s cool, he’s cool,” Dustin assures Eddie when he presses against Steve and it’s so like him to still have Steve’s back, despite all his digs and ribbing. You die, I die.

“I’m cool, Eds, I’m cool,” Steve assures Eddie, looking into his eyes intently. “I promise. I’m here to help. I’m so sorry.”

There is something in Eddie’s eyes as he hears Steve’s voice. Steve can feel Eddie’s hands trembling where he is pinning Steve to the wall. No dimples in sight and frown lines that are usually not there, break Steve’s heart. Those beautiful eyes look too haunted for this kind soul.

“What are you doing here?” Eddie asks, it sounds like it was meant to be a demand, but his voice is too fucked up for it to come across like that.

“We’re looking for you,” Dustin jumps in, trying to calm the situation. Out of everyone here, he is the closest to Eddie and Eddie is most likely to listen to him.

“We’re here to help,” Robin adds, sounding like she’s terrified for Steve, a sentiment he appreciates, especially when he hears Chrissy soft squeak.

“Eddie, these are my friends,” Dustin goes on. “You know Robin. From band.”

And Steve hears Robin do her stupid trumpet impression that still isn’t funny, but right now he just loves her for it.

“This is my friend, Max,” Dustin moves on and Steve can’t hear her, but she must do something. “The one who never wants to play DnD. And that’s Chrissy. From cheer. You know Chrissy right, Eddie?”

Eddie nods, it’s small, but it’s there and Steve’s heartbeat slows down. Whatever is happening right now, Eddie at least isn’t going to murder Steve because he’s scared and Steve has been an asshole to him.

Dustin is desperate as he says: “Eddie. We’re on your side. I swear on my mother.”

Steve hears the other’s echo it and he catches Eddie’s gaze and gives a soft smile: “Yeah, on Dustin’s mother.”

That gets a small snort out of Eddie – it’s not the deep, rumbling laugh that Steve adores, but it is a something, a bit that fills up a crack – as Eddie lets him go.

Without Eddie holding him up, Steve collapses. His legs are jelly and his heart rate is still a bit too high to be comfortable. Chrissy and Robin are by his side immediately, checking him over and making sure he is okay.

A little bit away, Eddie is curled into himself on the ground and Steve wants to go over to comfort him, but he’s not sure if it will be welcome. So, he keeps to the back as Dustin says: “We just want to talk.” He reaches for the bottle, retreating when Eddie is unwilling to let go. “Okay.”

“We want to know what happened,” Robin says and Steve glad she is asking questions, because he is desperate to know and unsure where he stands.

“You won’t believe me,” Eddie says and Steve knows the feeling. Remembering coming back to school after the Byers house and someone in the basketball team asking if he was okay. How he didn’t have the words. He still doesn’t know what to say.

“Try us,” Max says and Steve is glad she knows what to say, that she can make Eddie look up a bit of hope among the fear on his face.

Eddie looks around at that, eyes landing on Steve, who gives him an encouraging look. He wishes he could reach out and touch, but Eddie quickly snaps his eyes away and hunches in on himself as he takes a deep breath.

“Patrick, he-” Eddie starts, swallowing. “He wanted to buy drugs. Said he wanted to forget about life for a bit and hey, that’s my whole business. I thought it was just weed, but he wanted something stronger, so he came by my trailer.”

As he remembers what happened, he looks visibly shaken. Small and scared. It looks wrong on Eddie, who has always been so confident and bigger than life. Without thinking about it, Steve scoots a little closer to offer come comfort.

Eddie glances at him and Steve holds his breath, then he leans in a bit, before going on: “I went to grab shit, he was unresponsive. Like he couldn’t hear me. Then his body just like lifted up into air and, uh… And he just like hung there.” He swallows again. “And his bones- he-” Eddie whimpers, a quiet broken sound. “His bones started to snap. His eyes, man. It- it was like there was something like inside his head. Pulling.”

“I- I didn’t know what to do,” Eddie stammers, looking guilty at the confession. “So, I- I ran away. I left him there.” He looks around. “You all think I’m crazy, right?”

Chrissy looks like she’s about to say yes, so Steve gets ahead of her and says: “No, we don’t think you’re crazy.”

“Don’t bullshit me, man. I know how this sounds,” Eddie yells, standing up at if he needs to move to deal with it all. He has always been fidgety.

“We’re not bullshitting you,” Max says.

“We believe you,” Robin adds.

“Why do we do that?” Chrissy asks in a quiet voice and Eddie gestures to her as if to say ‘see, she’s at least sane here.’

“Look,” Dustin starts, “what I'm about to tell you might be a little difficult to take. You know how people say Hawkins is cursed?” Eddie nods as Dustin explains. “They’re not way off. There’s another world. A world hidden beneath Hawkins. Sometimes it bleeds into ours.”

“Like ghosts and shit?” Eddie asks, looking skeptical.

“There are some things worst than ghosts,” Max says and Steve knows what she is thinking off, putting a hand on her shoulder to comfort her.

“It’s been a fucked up few years,” Steve says, hoping to loosen a bit of tension with the wording, though not changing the subject.

“Wait, you’ve seen something like what Eddie said before?” Chrissy asks, sounding horrified.

“Yeah,” Robin says. “We’ve seen something like this before. Lot more than just seeing, if I’m honest. Not exactly like this of course, but similar, right guys? Sorry, I haven’t been part of the club for long.”

“Yeah, we have,” Dustin nods. “I had a lizard that was actually a demodog, this creature from another dimension that nearly killed Steve in the junkyard.”

“Nearly killed me and Lucas too,” Max scowls.

“It was friendly,” Dustin protests.

Steve can see both Chrissy and Eddie look a bit terrified and confused, so he cuts both of them off with a: “Okay, no more talking from you two. That shit still haunts my nightmares.”

He turns back to Eddie, a flash of understanding crossing over the other’s eyes as both of them remember that night when Eddie drove Steve to Robin. Eddie cocks his head as if to ask was that that? And Steve gives a crooked smile that says ‘sadly, yes.’

“Don’t tell me to shut up,” Dustin scowls. “Besides, it was totally badass too.”

“Just explain the Upside Down a bit for Chris and Eds,” Steve sighs.

“Eds,” Dustin repeats with an odd look, which both Eddie and Steve ignore, until Dustin moves on to explain the basics. It’s not a good explanation, since none of them really know what’s happening now and Dustin wasn’t there for the Byers house, the attack on the lab or all that happened outside the bunker for the summer.

So, when he is done Eddie and Chrissy look confused, but that is better than being scared. Though Eddie still looks a bit green around the gills.

“I don’t know, man,” he says. “That doesn’t sound like it can really happen.”

“Then what happened with Patrick?” Robin counters and Eddie winces at the name, which makes Steve feel bad, though he knows they need Eddie to believe and trust them right now. “That night, did you see anything?

“Dark particles maybe?” Max asks and Eddie shakes his head.

“It would almost look like dust, swirling dust,” Dustin says, hoping it would trigger a reaction, a memory.

“No, man, there was nothing you could see, or- or touch,” Eddie says with a shake of his head. He looks off for a few seconds then adds in a haunted voice: “You know, I- I tried to wake him up, man. He couldn’t move. It was like he- he was in a trance or something.”

“Or under a spell,” Dustin offers.

“A curse,” Eddie says, looking scared.

“Vecna’s curse,” Dustin says, eyes wide.

“Who’s Vecna?” Chrissy asks, sounding scared.

“An undead creature of great power,” Dustin answer. “A spell caster. A dark wizard.”

“It’s from their DnD campaign,” Steve tells her. “They always give these things names from their game to make it easier to talk about. We’ve had a demogorgon, demodog and the Mind Flayer. Now it’s Vecna.”

“And his spells cause particles?” Chrissy asks, sounding unsure at the words.

Robin looks back to her and Steve can see in how she holds herself. She says: “I mean, not directly, but the particle are part of the Upside Down, right?”

“Yeah, we saw them in the tunnels,” Dustin answers.

“I- I, uhm, saw those particles in the bathroom,” Chrissy admits.

“Holy shit, Chris,” Steve breathes. He doesn’t know exactly what’s happening, but it’s fucked up and Eddie is wanted for murder and Chrissy is cursed or something and Steve can’t think of anything to fix this.

“Am I- Am I in danger?” Chrissy asks, voice small.

“No, of course not,” Robin assures her, looking at Steve with pleading eyes to say something, to back her up, but he’s lost for words.

Surprising him is Eddie, who puts a hand on his shoulder and gets him to look at Eddie. Steve wants to break down, cry a little, burying himself in Eddie’s arms and forget all this is happening. He wants to hide in Robin’s bed and wait until it’s all over, but he can’t.

Chrissy is scared, Dustin and Max too, though they hide it well, Eddie is a target and Robin is freaking out. Steve can’t hide away. He needs to be strong and exude confidence and keep everyone upright, keep it all moving. Needs to protect them. Like Hopper would.

“You’re gonna be fine, Chris,” he tells her, maybe a beat too late to be fully believable. “We’re all going to be fine.”

“Yeah, we’re always fine, don’t worry,” Dustin agrees and he does have the confidence about this that is believable.

He hasn’t been face to face with a demogorgon with only a bat, hasn’t been the target of a horde of demodogs while responsible for three other people, he has never been tortured by Russians or chased by the Mind Flayer. He hasn’t held El and Joyce at Hopper’s funeral. He hasn’t held Max at Billy’s.

Steve doesn’t begrudge Dustin in his naivety. He is glad that Dustin still has that confidence, that he hasn’t had to go through all of that, but he is scared that it will come crashing down at some point and Dustin will be in the middle of it.

However, for now, they can all use his confidence and unwavering belief that it will all turn out okay.

“We need a game plan right now,” Steve says, taking control, because that is what Hopper would have done and this is exactly the situation where Hopper would have stepped in.

“I can use my Cerebro to know what the police are saying. If we know what they know, then we can figure out if they even suspect Eddie,” Dustin says.

“Okay, then we’ll drive there,” Steve says. He isn’t the big plans guy, but he is practical. “Eddie, you need to hide. We’ll come by tomorrow with food, okay?”

He would offer Eddie a place, but he doesn’t want to spring that on him. There will be questions from Dustin if he does and the last thing he wants is to rehash their fight with an audience. Sure, he has told Chrissy and Robin, but he doesn’t want it all thrown in their face with them there. So, he just makes sure that Eddie knows he cares, that he can do something to take care of him.

“Yeah, sure, alright, man,” Eddie nods, taking a deep breath.

“It’s going to be fine, dude,” Dustin grins at him, clapping him on the back. It’s so out of line with the severity that it gets a smile out of Eddie as he hugs Dustin to his side with a fond smile.

“Course, Henderson,” Eddie says. “I got a bard at my back,” which makes Dustin grin again, before he is bouncing out the door, anxious to get started on clearing Eddie’s name.

Max follows after him with a goodbye and Chrissy also goes to follow, but her and Robin look back at Steve and Eddie.

Steve knows that they will give him a second to talk, distract the two kids, so he can talk with Eddie about where they stand. Because they haven’t made up. They haven’t talked. There was a camaraderie again, but Eddie is also dependent on Steve believing he’s innocent.

And Steve is still too scared that Eddie will throw it all in his face again, get mad. He can’t handle that on top of all the stress about other things. So, he just gives Eddie a soft smile and says: “Look out, okay? See you tomorrow, yeah.”

“Yeah, till tomorrow,” Eddie replies, awkwardly. Steve walks away with an uncomfortable nod and is almost at the door, before Eddie calls out: “Stevie?”

The nickname makes Steve’s heart twist and he turns back with a: “Yes?”

“Thank you for not thinking I’m guilty,” Eddie softly says, looking a little bashful at the confession.

“Of course,” Steve smiles, hoping Eddie will understand. “Sorry that I made you feel like I wouldn’t. It’s really good to see you again. I’m so sorry about what I said back in December. I- I wasn’t in a good space. I didn’t mean it.”

Eddie looks shocked at the confession and Steve wants to hear what he has to say, but at that point Dustin screeches: “We don’t have all day, Steve!”

“Coming,” he calls back, tearing himself away from Eddie without getting a response. Leaving him to wonder if this will be a turning point for them again, if he can make it right or if Eddie will leave him behind when they’ve gotten past all this.

He sees Robin talk to Chrissy, small frown on her face as Chrissy hunches into herself. Mentally he amends, if they get past this.

~~

A/N:

Season 4! We’re here, baby. The girls are talking again <3

#rr writing #stranger things #steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson #robin buckley #platonic stobin #stobin #buckingham #chrissy cunningham #cheerleader steve harrington au #st season 4 #the party stranger things #dustin henderson #max mayfield #tw: death mention #the party #eddie and dustin #chrissy and steve #chrissy lives au

[moonjella]

my ranking of golden age that nobody asked for:

𝟏. alley oop — it’s the most hype song on the album so you know it’s going to be my top song, it’s exactly what i’ve been waiting for since nct 2023 was announced. a super hype song with an incredible rap line, but let’s also not ignore the vocals because yuta and jisung’s vocal lines are so heavenly! every member snapped in this, even winwin with his teeny tiny lines. this is going to be my anthem when i walk to class everyday, it’s incredibly motivating

𝟐. pado — sm really know what they’re doing putting xiaojun and haechan in the same unit again, their vocal chemistry is seriously unmatched. and the unit as a whole is probably one of my favourite u combinations because everyone’s voice (raps and vocals combined) sounds so perfect bouncing off each other. and the song itself is so fun and sexy, it actually surprised me. and idk how to explain this but the trumpets?? were so sensually teasing which i feel reflects the lyrics and the song as a whole, ughhhh i love it so much!

𝟑. the bat — i (s)creamed when i saw the videos from nct nation. it opens with them telling me to inhale, exhale but the jokes on me because i lose the ability to breathe with this song. i don’t even know what it’s about, wtf is bats on wheels lmao but i don’t care i’m still jamming hard to this song. also, the vocal trio of taeil, yuta and jungwoo is insane, and hendery and jeno’s rap?? hello??

𝟒. interlude: oasis — listening to this in the shower lead me to having an out of this world experience lmao it’s so heavenly and quite the nostalgic song, it reminds me of something that i can’t quite name. but at the same time, it’s a new and refreshing vibe that i’ve never heard from nct before, but i love it anyway. i just wish the song was longer

𝟓. call d — when it comes to tenyong duo, i don’t think anything can ever top baby don’t stop but call d is such a chill and fun song, and the instrumental breaks did surprise me. it’s not my fave on the album but i do love how the song is both fun and sensual. also ten’s rap and taeyong’s vocals?? they are so versatile

𝟔. baggy jeans — i’ll be honest, i’m not a fan of the chorus however! the rest of the song is so good! it’s so nice to see t7s unit back together again after 7 years. it’s one of the most catchy songs on the album which is great if you like the catchy parts. but for me, i’d rather have a different song on repeat. but the low, deep vocal ranges? jaehyun and mark really surprised me. i like the last third of the song more than the rest of the song, and getting through the first part feels like a chore

𝟕. not your fault — nct ballads usually linger towards the bottom of my playlists but don’t get me wrong, i do love them. i just don’t listen to them a lot. the lyrics are so sweet and gentle, i’m definitely going to listen to it when i need a pick me up because the message is so beautiful and intimate. and the vocals were so amazing, renjun really shined through

𝟖. kangaroo — i didn’t like this one at first but it grew on me after a few listens. the lyrics have a cute, fun meaning but if you squint enough, they’re a little dirty? did anyone else notice it, or was it just me and my filthy mind lol? this song is totally the song to listen to on a summer roadtrip with the windows down, and it honestly felt like a nct dream song rather than nct u, but it was fun regardless

𝟗. golden age — i don’t want to be one of those entitled nctzen but i really did expect a full group song with the same vibes of black on black/resonance throughout the song, but golden age is like a hybrid of black on black/resonance and beautiful. it really does enhance all of members’ qualities by allowing them to shine with their individual lines, be them vocal or rap. it’s such a feel good song, but it did give me whiplash lol

𝟏𝟎. that’s not fair — this song was going great at first but something about the chorus was very....idk how to explain it, i just didn’t like it. i did enjoy the dark, sinister feeling. it gives you the same vibe you’d get watching something scary. i know it’ll grow on me because every nct song does eventually. but there needs to be a song at the bottom of the list and this one fits the shoe which is a shame because i loved it at first

#nct #golden age #☆ ─── 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 ─── ☆

[dalgikiss]

Til Kingdom Come

index

ii. be careful about what you give your voice to

Oikawa stands outside, his fingers tracing nonsensical patterns into the balcony railing. The trumpets tha sounded in the distance signaled the arrival of the queen, the joyous sound traveling through the air. 

The wind blows through the trees in time with the melody, making the leaves dance on the branches. Oikawa catches a couple of flower petals that happen to make their way up on the balcony he stands on. The queen’s arrival meant the new princess was here, her name becoming the most talked about subject since the queen had departed.

Oikawa wonders what she was like, letting his imagination conjure up an image. No one knew anything about her, speculations of whether or not she was truly the late King’s granddaughter whispered in secret in bars and on the streets. 

Oikawa’s uncle is a man that doesn’t look like someone that makes many jokes. From his broad shoulders to his square set jaw, and the stern set way his eyebrows were almost constantly furrowed together, the idea his uncle would tell a joke was a comedic act in itself- which is why Oikawa wasn’t quite sure if he heard his uncle correctly. 

“Run that by me, one more time?”

“I said,” His uncle’s tone of voice begins to grow exasperated, “You are to take the crown from the new Princess. You are the true heir to the Aoba throne and I absolutely refuse to let some idiotic, ditsy girl from god-knows-where become the ruler of this country”

Oikawa stares at his uncle, you’re fucking kidding me. However, his uncle seemed anything but joking, dead set on his idea. In fact, he seemed rather pleased with himself as well, a satisfied smile on his face as he leaned back into the plush of the armchair he resides in. 

Sensing his hesitance, his uncle’s set smile slowly morphed into something disappointed, making Oikawa’s blood freeze in his veins. “You do want to rule this country, don’t you?” His uncle stands, making his way to where Oikawa was frozen in his spot in the room. 

“We’re not friends, so stop trying to fucking follow me around”

His uncle is in front of him, standing to his full height. Despite being taller than most, his uncle is still able to tower over Oikawa. 

“You don’t want to disappoint me, do you?” A rhetorical question, Oikawa knows this well but he can’t help but shake his head. “We’ve worked hard, think of everything we’ve sacrificed”

“A noble like you should not be friends with commoners who beg to lick the dirt off our shoes”

Oikawa smiles, the one he’s practiced in the mirror until he is sure no one can discern the difference between real ones and this one. His uncle is none the wiser, taking his smile as an agreement.

“Of course Uncle,” Oikawa promises, “I will do my best to uphold your wishes”

X.

The inside of the palace is just as grandeur as you had expected, long arching windows to show off the perfectly polished garden outside and intricate drawings hung up all around the walls. The maids bow as you walk past them with your grandmother right beside you. Her faithful guard, Akira, travels behind the two of you silently.

You can’t help but sneak glances at your grandmother, her regal presence somewhat baffling to you. You barely remembered the last time your parents had even brought up your grandparents, let alone actually seeing them in person. Your grandmother finally catches your eye when you make another glance towards her. 

“Is there something you’d like to say?”

You blush, ducking your head. Your grandmother shakes her head and fixes your posture again, “You are a princess now. You must never look down at your feet.”

Right, You think to yourself, hurriedly straightening your back, I have new rules to follow

“I was just wondering why my father never mentioned anything about being a royal,” your eyes flit over to a portrait of him, the warm facial features you were used to on the face of your father was nothing like the cold hardened expression the picture of him wore. 

Your grandmother hesitates before answering, brown eyes watching the way you stare at the portrait with unfamiliar eyes, as though you could not recognize that the man in front of you was truly your father. 

“Your father is a brilliant man,” Your grandmother begins, “But he was always looking for something else, always searching for something beyond the confines of his status. I don’t know if you know this, but he was quite the troublemaker when he was your age. He was desperate to be seen as someone other than his status”

She chuckles, “He used to sneak out of the castle in these terrible disguises. He would drive Akira crazy trying to figure out where he was hiding all these ridiculous colored wigs and fake noses” 

You snicker, picturing your somewhat strict father adorning a hot pink wig with glasses that have a fake nose attached to them, trying to sneak out of the castle. 

“Your father loves this country, but he loves not being under the public eye more. When the time came for him to come back from university, he chose to stay with your mother,” your grandmother begins to walk down the hall again, “I believe he made the right choice. He was a great prince, and he would have made an even greater king, but he is happier being a father and a husband than a ruler” 

She casts you a glance, “I hope that answers your question. Now come,” She gestures for you to walk a little quicker, “We have some… unsavory guests that have come to greet you”

#haikyuu imagines #iwaizumi hajime x reader #oikawa tooru x reader

[nightmaremp]

Weremayhem: Song of Beasts. Ch 9: Bridge over Troubled Water

 The band arrived at Zedd’s studio. They set their things up in the studio and wait for their drummer to come. Lewis looks nervous as he waits to see or hear Animal but nothing. The flowers on his antlers turn to a dark red to show him sad. The band was playing but it sounded so sad. 

“They look so sad,” said Sofia n next to Zedd. 

“Think you could help?” asked Zedd. 

“Yeah, I mean, anything for Lips,” she replied. “He was our manny, growing up,” Ms. Carson added. 

“Okay, why not figure this out?” she asked. ‘Yeah, ' replied Zedd as he got up. They turn to Moog and Lewis. 

“Hey, can you hit this record button here?” asked Zedd to Moog. The black haired male stands in silence before Lewis elbow him in the stomach to get him to speak. “Yes,” said Moog with a huge smile on his face. The two left and shut the door. “Yeah, I can do that,” he added. Lewis shakes his head.”Oh boy” he thought to himself. 

The two walk into the recording area where the band are. “I’m sorry guys, I know you’re singing it, but I’m just not feeling it.” said Zedd in a sad tone. 

“Well, would you be so kind as to oblige us with an exemplificational flavor of what feels a missing’?” asked Dr. Teeth. 

“Look, the thing I’ve loved about you guys is your energy,” Sofia Carson replied. “It’s electric. I feel like you just need to loosen things up a bit” she added. 

“Well, please show us the way, Sofia Carson” replied the good doctor. 

“Why don’t we take it from the top, yeah?” Ms. Carson asked. Everyone agrees and begins playing. Sofia Carson sings the song called ‘Making Mayhem” After they finished, a big smile was on Zedd’s face. “Now, that’s a hit song,” he said. 

“Too true. Too true. That was beautiful” replied Teeth with a smile. “Just not a hit song for us” he added, his tone was a bit sad. 

“Especially without Animal” added Floyd. 

“Like, we’re just not the Mayhem without our heartbeat” Janice said. 

“Hey guys, how about we give the song to Zedd and…” Lips said before his mumbles become untellable. 

“Profound idea, Lips” the ginger haired male replied with a big smile as he looked at the trumpet player. He turned back to the two. “We hereby relinquish this hit song to our nearest and dearest duo, Zedd and Sofia” he said. 

“What?” replied Sofia in shock. “No, no, guys, we can’t take your song.” she said. 

“No, you don’t have to. It’s already yours.” replied Floyd Pepper. 

“No take backsies!” added Janice. Sofia holds a hand over her heart. “Thank you,” she replied. Zedd turns around and looks at Moog and Lewis. “Hey, thanks for the help, Moog.” he said. 

Moog presses the button. “Zedd knows my name,” he said while chucking with joy. Lewis rolls his eyes. “Great. We lost our only song for the album. Nora will be pissed off” the ginger hair boy thought to himself. 

“That he does, Marge, that he does” replied Zoot. 

Meanwhile with Animal, he was still in the office. “You are making me look bad,” said the man who tried to get the drummer a job but failed each time. 

“We are running out of options, but you know what I’m about to save you, because I think I got the one.” he added as he rubbed his eyes. “Are you ready for this?” he asked the wild man. 

Animal nods his head. “Come here,” the black haired male said. “Have you ever thought about a job as a drummer in a rock band?” he asked. Animal was quiet for a second before he freaked out. “No then!” replied the man. 

“Animal! Animal! Pivoting!” he yelled. The drummer stops. “What about a excellenting career in the food service industry?” he asked the wild man. “Yeah, okay” replied Animal. The wild man got the job as a chief, cooking food on a hot plate in front of guests. He was amazing. 

Back outside of Zedd’s studio, Nora arrived. She throws her blanket back into her car as the band walks out. “Hey, hi, sorry I’m late” said Nora. 

“You, Thunderdome, today was amazing” replied Moog. “The band invited me to the studio. Zedd let me work the board” he added. “I mean it was just one button but still..” the black haired male said. “Also, real quick, are you living in your car?” he asked. 

The black haired female scoffs. “No, I’m not living in my car. I slept on the floor in my office.” she replied. “Whatever, though. All that matters is, there’s a new hit song.” Nora added with a big smile on her face. 

“There sure is,” replied the doc. “Yes,” replied Nora. “And we gave it to Zedd,” he added. “No,” she replied in disbelief. 

“Yeah, we had to,” replied Floyd. “Song just didn’t feel like us,” the red haired male added. Nora looks so disappointed. 

They get into the mayhem’s van and drive down the street as they listen to “Making Mayhem.” 

“Yeah, smooth” said Floyd as he looked at Teeth. Nora rolls her eyes as the band moves around while listening. Lewis was too busy with Annie who wouldn’t stop biting his alligator tail. “Quit it” he hissed but his little sister bit down harder. 

“Doesn’t feel like you guys, huh?” asked Nora. “Told you” replied Floyd. 

“It’s literally called Making Mayhem,” she replied. “You gave them a song about you for free.” the black haired female added. 

“What’s the problem?” asked the red haired male. “You can’t really own a song, Label Lady,” he added. 

“Yeah, it’s like land or books or ponchos.” added Janice. “You can own all of those things,” replied the Label lady. 

“Well, the good news is it all worked out for Zedd and Sofia,” said Teeth. 

“Yes, I’m so happy that a mega-superstar that has tons of hits got one more.” Nora replied. 

“Well said.” replied Floyd Pepper. “Once Animal returns, we’ll make our beautiful music again” added the blonde female. 

“That is right, Janice” replied the red haired male as he let out a chuckle. “Animal always come home,” he added. She agrees. Floyd turns to the doc. “Ain’t that right, Teeth?” he asked their band leader. 

Teeth didn’t make eye contact with the red haired male. He started whimpering softly like a puppy at a vet. “Teeth?” asked Floyd in a confused tone. The doc suddenly starts crying a waterfall. “Oh no, he’s crying” said Nora in a bit of a worried tone. 

“I don’t think Animal’s coming back!” Dr. Teeth said in tears. Lewis and Annie look at their father, worried about him crying. “Wait, why is he crying?” asked the black haired female. 

“What’d you say?” asked Floyd Pepper. 

“I don’t think Animal’s coming back!” snapped Teeth through his tears. 

“What do you mean, “Not coming back?” You said he’s come back!” replied the red haired male in shock. 

“Animal’s gone away. Where’s he gone?” replied the ginger haired male in a flood of his own tears. “Animal’s never come ... .Why isn’t he coming back?” he continued. Lewis and Annie look really worried for their dad having a breakdown like this. Teeth put his face in his hand. 

“Eyes on the road!” yelled Floyd. 

Horn honking filled the air for a few seconds as Teeth got his eyes back on the road. 

“Why don’t you think he’ll come back?” asked Floyd as tears started to fall from his eyes. “And why? Why, Teeth?” he asked. Everyone starts crying, even Lewis and Annie. Nora tries to comfort Janice as the blonde female lays her head on her shoulder. 

“Okay, listen, there has to be a reasonable explanation. Okay?” said Nora. “Maybe Animal’s lost” she added. 

“Like, maybe he’s hurt,” replied Janice. 

“Maybe he’s in jail” replied Floyd. 

“Maybe he’s dead!” replied Lips. 

“This is all my fault.” said Floyd through his tears. “I never lost my little buddy, not once! Not even when he was a baby.” he added. 

“You’ve taken care of Animal since he was a baby?” asked the black haired female in shock. 

“I’ve always been responsible for Animal. Always.” he replied with tears running down his cheek. “Which means, now I’m responsible for this.” he realized in sadness. Everyone continues to cry.  

“Okay, everyone, stop crying. Okay, look. Let’s just think rationally here.” said Nora. “Where would Animal go?” she asked as the van stopped at a red light. They noticed a huge billboard over a restaurant. Zoot looked out of the sun roof of the van in shock. The billboard had Animal on it next to a chief. “Hey, it’s Animal, and he grew!” said Zoot.

Inside the restaurant, Animal was flipping some shrimps on a huge hot plate. The guests were both amazed and happy. The band walked up to the door and looked through the window. Their hearts break as they see their drummer happy without them. 

“Guess I was wrong” Dr. Teeth said in sadness. “Animal really isn’t coming home,” he added. 

“For sure,” replied Janice. 

“I guess we gotta let him go to his new true love,” said Floyd. “Hibachi,” he added. “Bless you” replied Zoot, thinking it was a sneeze. 

“No. Guys, wait. Animal can’t be a teppanyaki chef, okay?” replied Nora. “You guys said he’s the heartbeat of the band.” she added. 

“It’s like Benny himself once said, “If you love someone, set them free.” replied Janice. 

“Who’s Benny?” the black haired female asked. “You know, Benny Hana,” replied the blonde female. 

“Oh, no, wait, he said, “Kids eat free.” she added. Everyone agrees. 

“You know what? How can Animal just leave without saying a word?” asked Floyd. “That just…It cuts deep, man” he added with the whine of a wolf. 

“I mean” he started but stopped. “He owes all of us more than that, don’t you think?” the red haired male said. 

“Look, the last thing you wanna do is turn your back on someone you love just cause they hurt you.” replied Nora. “I have a sister. I know how it is” she added. 

“Sometimes, family lets you down.” said the black haired female. Teeth look down, that sentence strikes deep in him. He did turn his back on his family, his little brother had been hurt by him because of his choices. A tear ran down his cheek. Lewis looked up at his father worried. 

“Trust me. Go talk to him.” said Nora. “Talk?” asked Floyd. He shakes his head. 

“No, I’m no good with words.” the red haired male replied. 

“I get the feeling you’ll know just what to do.” she replied. Floyd walks over to Animal after some people leave. 

“Hey, Animal!” he said to get the drummer’s attention. The wild man turns his head a bit and sees Floyd but doesn't look him in the eyes. The red haired male can tell he is hurt and upset at him. “Come on, don’t be like that,” said Floyd Pepper. 

“Look, I don’t know what’s going on or why you split,” he said. “No need” replied Animal in a cold tone. “No need?” asked Floyd confused. 

“What are you talking about?” asked the red haired male. “No need Animal” replied the drummer as he mocks their laughs. “Wait, wait, wait” said Floyd Pepper as he realized the problem. 

“Oh, look, you thought that we were saying that we didn’t need you?” he said. “No way, man. You know, I mean…” the red haired male tried to find the right words. 

“Look, we’d never…not…” he struggles with what he is trying to say. Animal shakes his head. “When we said that…” he stopped. He felt hopeless of getting Animal, the drummer of their band, his son back. 

The red haired male looks over to the band. “Oh man, I don’t know what to say.” Floyd said. “You got this,” replied Teeth. 

He nodded his head then he got an idea. Floyd Pepper turns to the wild man. “Hey, Animal” he said. “I may be bad with words but…” he stops before he starts to sing “Bridge over troubled water” 

Animal’s eyes got wide, he knew this song. “Remember this one?” Floyd asked before continuing. The drummer turned to Floyd. “Baby song” he said. 

“That’s right,” Floyd chuckles. He kept singing. “Baby song,” Animal said again. Everyone joins in. The drummer took off the chief hat and started crying. He runs over to them and they give him a big group hug. 

“You were right, Doc. Animal always comes home.” said Nora. “Sometimes, home has to come to Animal” he replied. 

When they got back to the Shack, Animal was asleep in his hammock. Floyd walked over to his case for his instrument and opened it. A picture of a baby Animal was inside with a note that said “Keep” on it. Floyd looks over to the sleeping drummer. 

A flashback, there was a knock on the door. The red haired male opens it and looks around then down. “Hello?” he asked. A  baby Animal, well, a puppy Animal was in a cage with the note on it. “What the?” he asked himself as he took the werenewfoundland pup out of his cage. “Well, look at you,” he said. The puppy looked at him like a chew toy. 

“Het there, little fella. I’m Floyd” said Floyd with a soft smile. Animal tried to bite him but missed. “Nice try, little animal. Come on. Let’s go rock.” he said as he took the puppy inside his home. The two laugh as the flashback ends for Floyd. 

There was a knock on the door of the Shack. Floyd went down and opened it. He saw Nora sitting on the ground with her things next to her. She turns and looks at Floyd. “Hi. So, it’s looking like I don’t…” she started to say but got choked up. “Maybe I could…” the black haired female tried to say. 

Animal walked next to the red haired male. “Keep” he said. Floyd Pepper looks at Animal then Nora. He nods his head. 

Meanwhile with Lewis, He was getting put to bed by Teeth. Annie was sleeping with Lips and Zoot who were sharing a bed with Teeth. “Goodnight, dad” said Lewis with a yawn as he curled up with his plush blue cat that Lips got him when he was three years old. 

“Goodnight, son” his dad said before pulling a soft kiss on his forehead and head to the door. “Hey dad?” asked the ginger haired boy. “Yes?” replied the doc. 

“I love you,” his son replied. The good doctor smiles. “I love you too,” he replied before shutting the door. 

#weremayhemau #the muppets #dr teeth and the electric mayhem #dr teeth #zoot muppet #lips muppet #muppet mayhem #floyd pepper #animal muppet #janice muppets #moog muppet mayhem #nora singh #lewis teeth #annie teeth

[thickness-protection-program]

[♪♪♪]

[WIND WHISTLING]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[THUNDER RUMBLING IN DISTANCE]

[WATER DRIPS ECHOING]

[BATS SKITTERING]

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

[MEN YELLING INDISTINCTLY IN SPANISH]

We shouldn’t be here when it gets dark.

Set the trap at the mouth of the cave, please.

[MEN SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

[WINCES]

PILOT: You need a doctor?

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

I am a doctor.

It’s impressive, don’t you think?

Vampire bats weigh almost nothing, but they can down a creature nearly ten times their size.

[FLIES BUZZING]

Wow.

What are you using as bait?

You volunteering?

Leaving.

[TRAP CLANKS]

Pay me now.

Before the sun goes down.

You throw in that bushcrafter on your belt and we have a deal.

[♪♪♪]

[GROANS SOFTLY]

[ALL CHITTERING]

[SCREECHES]

[BATS SCREECHING]

[SHOUTS IN SPANISH]

[YELLING IN SPANISH]

Come on.

[BELL TOLLING]

[STUDENTS LAUGHING, CHATTERING]

Move!

[TICKING]

[CAR HORN HONKS]

NICHOLAS: Should be able to take better care of you here.

[CAR DOOR CLOSES, CAR DRIVES AWAY]

Everyone’s here to help you.

Michael, this is Lucian. Lucian, Michael.

Michael knows more about this place than I do.

[WHISPERS] Play nice.

LUCIAN: Hello.

Hello, Milo.

My name’s Lucian.

The person who was here before was Milo.

No.

He was also the new Milo.

And before him was the other new Milo.

I don’t even remember the first Milo.

How long have you been here?

Long as I can remember.

[MACHINE BEEPS AND WHIRS]

And you’re still not cured?

There is no cure.

There’s something missing from our DNA.

Like a piece of a puzzle.

And until they find it, the only way to stay alive is an oil change three times a day.

What would you do if you could be normal?

Just for an hour?

I don’t think about it.

Hey, look at the freaks! Look at them!

[STUDENTS CHATTERING, LAUGHING]

Best not to be outside when school gets out.

Like the original Spartans, we are the few against the many.

[BEEPING]

Milo?

Milo?

[ALERT BUZZING]

Nurse?

[♪♪♪]

[WHISPERS] Okay…

[BEEPS AND WHIRS]

Lucian.

Lucian!

With one of these?

It took a team of scientists to build that machine and you fixed it with a ballpoint pen?

There’s a school for gifted children in New York.

I think that I could get them to agree to cover your tuition and provide private care to help manage your condition.

Somewhere you could study, learn, hone your skills.

You have a gift, Michael.

I don’t think I could forgive myself if I saw it go to waste.

MICHAEL: “Dear Milo, this isn’t goodbye. I’m gonna find a cure for us, so we can be cranky old men someday. Your friend, Michael.

P.S. You shouldn’t have unfolded this. Now you’ll never get it back together. See you this summer.”

No.

[STUDENTS CHATTERING]

“Dear Milo…”

[ALL LAUGH]

Please, can I have my letter back?

What?

Please, can I have my letter?

Okay. Here.

[LAUGHS]

Please. Ah!

[SHOUTS] Please!

[BOYS LAUGHING]

Please!

[YELLS]

Stop.

[GROANING]

[BOYS GRUNTING]

[NICHOLAS YELLS IN SPANISH]

Go away!

[SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE]

Let me have a look. Let me have a look.

[SCREAMS]

He tried to steal my letter!

Milo, Milo, stop.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

[CRYING]

What about Milo?

I’ll look after Milo.

He needs me.

NICHOLAS: Michael Morbius completed his doctorate by 19 and quickly established himself as the world’s leading authority on blood-borne diseases.

His development of artificial blood has saved more lives than penicillin.

Michael Morbius, please step forward to acknowledge the receipt of your prize from His Majesty, the King of Sweden.

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDING]

[TRUMPETERS PLAY FANFARE]

ANNA: I can’t believe you dissed the king of Sweden.

The king and the queen, their loyal subjects, all of Scandinavia and the entire scientific community.

Yeah, but who does that?

Well, Anna, we both know I have issues.

But, hey, I kept the program.

[TONE SOUNDS, THEN WOMAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY OVER PA]

[KNOCKS] There you are.

Hey, Dr. Bancroft.

Hey, Anna.

We going to play?

Oh, I don’t think so.

See, now that Dr. Morbius is back, maybe you should try losing for a while, see how that feels.

MICHAEL: Not gonna happen.

Michael.

Uh, yes?

You got a minute?

Of course.

New one. For your collection.

[WHISPERS] Dr. Morbius is in trouble.

I’m in trouble.

MARTINE: “I can’t accept a prize for the by-product of a failed experiment.”

Lab 1.

Front page, “American Scientist Rejects Nobel Prize.”

You know that people actually like writing checks to Nobel laureates?

Makes them feel better about their investment.

It would help if you stuck around long enough to cash them.

[GROANS]

You’re pushing yourself too hard.

[SIGHS]

Does our generous benefactor, Milo, know what you’re actually doing here?

What am I actually doing here?

Remixing human DNA with bat DNA.

I have no idea what you’re…

Talking about?

Is anything ringing a bell?

No bells ringing. Uh…

Okay. Maybe this will jog your memory.

MICHAEL: I wouldn’t go in there if I were you.

[BATS SCREECHING]

That is a…

It’s a fish tank.

Hmm.

Like, for… flying mammals.

Oh, I see.

Some friends I brought back from Costa Rica.

So when were you gonna tell me?

More importantly, how did you get my pass code?

It’s the first six digits of pi backwards.

It’s your password for everything.

You should change that.

You could lose your license for this.

I’m not gonna need it much longer, doctor.

You, on the other hand, will.

You know, there’s something called “plausible deniability.”

You should be thanking me.

These are the only mammals on Earth that have evolved to feed exclusively on blood.

So in order to drink it, these bats produce saliva that contains unique anticoagulants.

So your theory is, if you can successfully splice vampire genes into your DNA, it would allow your body to produce those same anticoagulants.

MICHAEL: Yes.

It would be a cure.

At what cost?

The fusion of different species is a legacy we already carry in our bodies.

Viruses insinuating their nucleic acid onto our own over hundreds of thousands of years.

That’s evolution. This is different.

I don’t think it is.

We have to push the boundaries, take the risks.

Without that, there is no science.

No medicine.

No breakthroughs at all.

[MACHINE BEEPING]

[CHIMES, THEN BEEPING SOFTLY]

Okay.

[RECORDER BEEPS]

Test subject for cell combination 117.

[MOUSE SQUEAKING]

[BEEPS]

Come on, come on, come on.

[SQUEALING]

[RECORDER BEEPS]

[SIGHS] Test subject 117 has resulted in…

failure.

[RECORDER BEEPS]

I don’t wanna see you get hurt.

I should’ve died years ago, Martine.

Why am I still alive if not to fix this?

To save my best friend, Milo.

And everyone else like us.

Not like this.

Dr. Morbius, it’s Anna.

[♪♪♪]

[MONITORS BEEPING RAPIDLY]

[PANTING]

Her temperature’s spiking, and her kidneys are shutting down.

We have to induce a coma before she has a stroke.

A hundred milligrams of propofol.

NURSE: Sure.

MARTINE: Now.

Come on.

MICHAEL: It’s okay.

It’s okay. We got you.

There you go.

There you go.

Thank you, nurse.

We’re gonna let you sleep a bit.

Take a nice long nap.

[MONITOR BEEPING STEADILY]

[SQUEAKING]

Michael.

What?

It worked.

[♪♪♪]

[CLOCK CHIMES]

Dr. Michael Morbius.

[IN NORWEGIAN] Some crippled guy’s here to see the Boss.

MILO: Michael! Get over here!

[IN NORWEGIAN] As long as I am a cripple you’ll be fine.

♪ Stop dreaming Of the quiet life… ♪

You’re late. I was trying out this new thing called “working.”

Oh, yeah. I don’t believe I’m familiar with the word.

I don’t believe you are.

So, what’s up with the goon squad?

Oh, I won a hand of cards against some Russian gentlemen.

Apparently they found his luck improbable.

There you are.

More like impossible.

So, doctor, how is our favorite patient?

Still determined to make his short life even shorter?

Yes, I am. Anyway, you’re one to talk.

You look terrible. Look at the state of you.

Says the man wearing… What is that, a quilt?

Oh, sorry. I didn’t get the memo to dress for a funeral.

[LAUGHS]

[CHUCKLES]

Right. I will see you later.

And you… my door is always open.

We miss you at Horizon.

We could use your mind.

I’ll leave you two to your fun.

Bye, Nicholas.

I have some good news.

Let’s go for a walk.

How’s Martine doing these days?

Dr. Bancroft? She is, uh, overqualified, outperforming, brilliant as usual.

And a royal pain in my ass.

But she’s keeping me honest for the most part. Why do you ask?

Eh, no reason. Just haven’t seen you in forever.

I wondered if she had something to do with it.

Aw, I miss you too.

But, yes, she has been working with me to save our lives.

I could ask her to stop if you like, put us out of our misery.

Just don’t do something stupid and go and fall in love because, believe you me, there is absolutely no cure for that.

Says the guy who knows absolutely nothing about the subject.

Not true.

I read about it in books all the time.

Books, really? Wow.

Yeah.

Or romantic comedies. The point is…

The point is, love is not on the cards for us, my friend.

Listen, if you start quoting The Notebook to me, I am going to stop and hobble very slowly in the opposite direction.

[LAUGHS]

Throw it!

MICHAEL: I’m close, Milo.

I can feel it.

A cure.

It’s finally possible.

Seriously?

Highly experimental.

Ethically questionable.

Very, very, very expensive.

I knew that was coming.

And not exactly legal.

Oh, and it has to be done in international waters.

[LAUGHS]

You were always expensive.

Is it dangerous? Should I be worried?

You want me to lie to you?

That would be nice, yes.

It’s a walk in the park on a sunny day.

Oh, yeah, that bad, eh?

Listen.

We don’t have much time left.

This could be our last chance.

So, what do you say?

We go out with a fight?

[SIGHS]

Yeah.

You with me?

Till the day you die, brother.

Till the day you die. You’ll have everything you need.

We’re the original Spartans, mate.

The few against the many.

Yeah.

[♪♪♪]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER RADIO]

You know, I’m sure you’re cheating.

No. No, you’re not.

What you got?

MICHAEL: Putting another one in the oven.

Wish me luck.

[CHIMING]

The moment of truth.

[CHIMES AND BEEPS]

Success, Martine. We did it.

It’s holding together.

[RECORDER BEEPS]

Test 243.

[INHALES DEEPLY]

Human trials.

[RECORDER BEEPS]

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

I’m glad it’s you.

Had a lot of other suitors, didn’t you?

Yeah.

You know, the whole near-death thing is very, very chic.

I read it in Cosmo.

[LAUGHS]

Do they still make Cosmo? I don’t know.

I know it’s just what you always wanted.

Could be a collector’s item one day, you never know.

This better not be my last one.

I know this is painful, but you got it.

[GROANS SOFTLY]

That’s it. Bingo.

Right there.

[SHUSHES]

[GROANS]

Almost there, almost there.

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

[SHUSHES]

It’s all right. Come on. Come on.

There you go.

[GROANS SOFTLY]

You can buckle me up.

Yeah.

Yeah.

You all right? Great.

[♪♪♪]

[ELECTRICITY CRACKLES]

I call.

Bringing out the big guns.

Let’s go again.

I’ll be back. I’m gonna check on the doctor.

All right.

[MONITOR BEEPING]

[DOOR CLANGS OPEN]

You shouldn’t be down here.

I can be wherever I want, nurse.

It’s “doctor,” actually.

[SNICKERS]

I’m afraid you’re gonna have to leave.

Doctor. Sure, I can see it.

But, uh, you’re still the help, just like me.

Wow.

You can tell all that by just looking at me, huh?

Here I thought you were just another jacked-up dumb shit.

[LAUGHS]

Get out.

[ALERT BLARING]

Michael?

[GUN COCKS]

[METAL CLANKS]

Michael?

Where is he?

[METAL CLANKS]

Don’t move.

[ROARS]

What the hell?

Everybody down to the lab now.

[WALKIE BEEPS]

Roger that.

[GRUNTS]

Don’t shoot!

[ALARM BLARING]

Michael!

[FOX GROANING]

Stop!

[GROWLS]

Michael.

[GROWLS]

It’s just me.

[ALARM BLARING]

It’s just me.

[POUNDS ON GLASS]

Michael, please.

Michael, stop!

Stop! Please!

You’re hurting yourself! Stop!

Hey! Step back! Move!

Stop. Put that gun down…

Move!

[GROWLING]

[GROANS]

[SCREAMS]

[YELLS]

Shit. Close it! Close it!

What the hell is that thing?

[♪♪♪]

[ROARS]

Fall back! Fall back!

Shit.

MAN 1: Let’s move.

MAN 2: Go, go, go!

[GROANS]

Johnny!

[GRUNTING]

[SCREAMS]

[MORBIUS GROWLS]

Get out of here!

MAN [OVER RADIO]: Sweeping Level 3.

Jason, come in.

Jason. Jason?

[SCREAMS]

Oh, shit.

Son of a bitch!

[GROANS]

Shit! Oh!

Oh, shit!

[HIGH-PITCHED SCRAPING]

[GROANS]

[GAGGING]

[MORBIUS GROWLS]

[PANTING]

[SCREAMS]

[ROARS]

[GASPS]

[♪♪♪]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Martine.

Martine.

[HEART BEATING STEADILY]

[WHISPERS] Oh, my God.

[VOMITS]

[GROANS]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[FEEDBACK OVER RADIO]

Mayday, mayday, mayday.

This is the LCV Murnau.

Call letters 3-X5Y.

We are 13 nautical miles off the coast of Long Island.

Request immediate airlift.

Repeat, this is the LCV Murnau.

Mayday, mayday, mayday.

[♪♪♪]

It’s up here to the right.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

FBI Agent Stroud. Can we have the room, please?

RODRIGUEZ: You heard the man. Can we please have the room?

If you could start exiting, that’d be fantastic.

Well, we haven’t had anything this good since that thing in San Francisco.

Uh, eight bodies, running IDs right now, but apparently they all shop at the same mercenary supply store.

Uh, one survivor, a Dr. Martine Bancroft.

Can we talk to her?

If she wakes up.

Uh, she fell down and hit her head, apparently.

Anything else?

Someone made a mayday call.

Not Dr. Bancroft.

Nope.

It was a male, didn’t identify himself, then wiped all the surveillance footage.

SIMON: He grew a conscience and jumped overboard?

It happens. Oh, and get this.

All the bodies that you’re looking at are nearly drained of their blood.

So, what hunts at night and drinks human blood?

You’re gonna love this.

REPORTER: Early this morning an unmanned cargo ship was discovered near the eastern tip of Long Island with multiple bodies on board.

Authorities are not making any comment at this time.

But there are reports of one survivor, and we have learned from a high-ranking Coast Guard official that the vessel was flying a Panamanian flag when it drifted in from international…

What’s happened?

Some kind of accident.

How’s your pain today? On a one to ten?

Eleven.

[TONE SOUNDS, THEN MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER PA]

[MONITOR BEEPING STEADILY AND VENTILATOR HISSING]

[TONE SOUNDS, THEN MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER PA]

[WHISPERS] I’m sorry.

You’re going to be okay.

[♪♪♪]

Lab 1.

Privacy screens.

You did not just send me a transcription of Morbius 🤦🏿‍♂️

[evilscientist3]

[♪♪♪]

[WIND WHISTLING]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[THUNDER RUMBLING IN DISTANCE]

[WATER DRIPS ECHOING]

[BATS SKITTERING]

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

[MEN YELLING INDISTINCTLY IN SPANISH]

We shouldn’t be here when it gets dark.

Set the trap at the mouth of the cave, please.

[MEN SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

[WINCES]

PILOT: You need a doctor?

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

I am a doctor.

It’s impressive, don’t you think?

Vampire bats weigh almost nothing, but they can down a creature nearly ten times their size.

[FLIES BUZZING]

Wow.

What are you using as bait?

You volunteering?

Leaving.

[TRAP CLANKS]

Pay me now.

Before the sun goes down.

You throw in that bushcrafter on your belt and we have a deal.

[♪♪♪]

[GROANS SOFTLY]

[ALL CHITTERING]

[SCREECHES]

[BATS SCREECHING]

[SHOUTS IN SPANISH]

[YELLING IN SPANISH]

Come on.

[BELL TOLLING]

[STUDENTS LAUGHING, CHATTERING]

Move!

[TICKING]

[CAR HORN HONKS]

NICHOLAS: Should be able to take better care of you here.

[CAR DOOR CLOSES, CAR DRIVES AWAY]

Everyone’s here to help you.

Michael, this is Lucian. Lucian, Michael.

Michael knows more about this place than I do.

[WHISPERS] Play nice.

LUCIAN: Hello.

Hello, Milo.

My name’s Lucian.

The person who was here before was Milo.

No.

He was also the new Milo.

And before him was the other new Milo.

I don’t even remember the first Milo.

How long have you been here?

Long as I can remember.

[MACHINE BEEPS AND WHIRS]

And you’re still not cured?

There is no cure.

There’s something missing from our DNA.

Like a piece of a puzzle.

And until they find it, the only way to stay alive is an oil change three times a day.

What would you do if you could be normal?

Just for an hour?

I don’t think about it.

Hey, look at the freaks! Look at them!

[STUDENTS CHATTERING, LAUGHING]

Best not to be outside when school gets out.

Like the original Spartans, we are the few against the many.

[BEEPING]

Milo?

Milo?

[ALERT BUZZING]

Nurse?

[♪♪♪]

[WHISPERS] Okay…

[BEEPS AND WHIRS]

Lucian.

Lucian!

With one of these?

It took a team of scientists to build that machine and you fixed it with a ballpoint pen?

There’s a school for gifted children in New York.

I think that I could get them to agree to cover your tuition and provide private care to help manage your condition.

Somewhere you could study, learn, hone your skills.

You have a gift, Michael.

I don’t think I could forgive myself if I saw it go to waste.

MICHAEL: “Dear Milo, this isn’t goodbye. I’m gonna find a cure for us, so we can be cranky old men someday. Your friend, Michael.

P.S. You shouldn’t have unfolded this. Now you’ll never get it back together. See you this summer.”

No.

[STUDENTS CHATTERING]

“Dear Milo…”

[ALL LAUGH]

Please, can I have my letter back?

What?

Please, can I have my letter?

Okay. Here.

[LAUGHS]

Please. Ah!

[SHOUTS] Please!

[BOYS LAUGHING]

Please!

[YELLS]

Stop.

[GROANING]

[BOYS GRUNTING]

[NICHOLAS YELLS IN SPANISH]

Go away!

[SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE]

Let me have a look. Let me have a look.

[SCREAMS]

He tried to steal my letter!

Milo, Milo, stop.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

[CRYING]

What about Milo?

I’ll look after Milo.

He needs me.

NICHOLAS: Michael Morbius completed his doctorate by 19 and quickly established himself as the world’s leading authority on blood-borne diseases.

His development of artificial blood has saved more lives than penicillin.

Michael Morbius, please step forward to acknowledge the receipt of your prize from His Majesty, the King of Sweden.

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDING]

[TRUMPETERS PLAY FANFARE]

ANNA: I can’t believe you dissed the king of Sweden.

The king and the queen, their loyal subjects, all of Scandinavia and the entire scientific community.

Yeah, but who does that?

Well, Anna, we both know I have issues.

But, hey, I kept the program.

[TONE SOUNDS, THEN WOMAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY OVER PA]

[KNOCKS] There you are.

Hey, Dr. Bancroft.

Hey, Anna.

We going to play?

Oh, I don’t think so.

See, now that Dr. Morbius is back, maybe you should try losing for a while, see how that feels.

MICHAEL: Not gonna happen.

Michael.

Uh, yes?

You got a minute?

Of course.

New one. For your collection.

[WHISPERS] Dr. Morbius is in trouble.

I’m in trouble.

MARTINE: “I can’t accept a prize for the by-product of a failed experiment.”

Lab 1.

Front page, “American Scientist Rejects Nobel Prize.”

You know that people actually like writing checks to Nobel laureates?

Makes them feel better about their investment.

It would help if you stuck around long enough to cash them.

[GROANS]

You’re pushing yourself too hard.

[SIGHS]

Does our generous benefactor, Milo, know what you’re actually doing here?

What am I actually doing here?

Remixing human DNA with bat DNA.

I have no idea what you’re…

Talking about?

Is anything ringing a bell?

No bells ringing. Uh…

Okay. Maybe this will jog your memory.

MICHAEL: I wouldn’t go in there if I were you.

[BATS SCREECHING]

That is a…

It’s a fish tank.

Hmm.

Like, for… flying mammals.

Oh, I see.

Some friends I brought back from Costa Rica.

So when were you gonna tell me?

More importantly, how did you get my pass code?

It’s the first six digits of pi backwards.

It’s your password for everything.

You should change that.

You could lose your license for this.

I’m not gonna need it much longer, doctor.

You, on the other hand, will.

You know, there’s something called “plausible deniability.”

You should be thanking me.

These are the only mammals on Earth that have evolved to feed exclusively on blood.

So in order to drink it, these bats produce saliva that contains unique anticoagulants.

So your theory is, if you can successfully splice vampire genes into your DNA, it would allow your body to produce those same anticoagulants.

MICHAEL: Yes.

It would be a cure.

At what cost?

The fusion of different species is a legacy we already carry in our bodies.

Viruses insinuating their nucleic acid onto our own over hundreds of thousands of years.

That’s evolution. This is different.

I don’t think it is.

We have to push the boundaries, take the risks.

Without that, there is no science.

No medicine.

No breakthroughs at all.

[MACHINE BEEPING]

[CHIMES, THEN BEEPING SOFTLY]

Okay.

[RECORDER BEEPS]

Test subject for cell combination 117.

[MOUSE SQUEAKING]

[BEEPS]

Come on, come on, come on.

[SQUEALING]

[RECORDER BEEPS]

[SIGHS] Test subject 117 has resulted in…

failure.

[RECORDER BEEPS]

I don’t wanna see you get hurt.

I should’ve died years ago, Martine.

Why am I still alive if not to fix this?

To save my best friend, Milo.

And everyone else like us.

Not like this.

Dr. Morbius, it’s Anna.

[♪♪♪]

[MONITORS BEEPING RAPIDLY]

[PANTING]

Her temperature’s spiking, and her kidneys are shutting down.

We have to induce a coma before she has a stroke.

A hundred milligrams of propofol.

NURSE: Sure.

MARTINE: Now.

Come on.

MICHAEL: It’s okay.

It’s okay. We got you.

There you go.

There you go.

Thank you, nurse.

We’re gonna let you sleep a bit.

Take a nice long nap.

[MONITOR BEEPING STEADILY]

[SQUEAKING]

Michael.

What?

It worked.

[♪♪♪]

[CLOCK CHIMES]

Dr. Michael Morbius.

[IN NORWEGIAN] Some crippled guy’s here to see the Boss.

MILO: Michael! Get over here!

[IN NORWEGIAN] As long as I am a cripple you’ll be fine.

♪ Stop dreaming Of the quiet life… ♪

You’re late. I was trying out this new thing called “working.”

Oh, yeah. I don’t believe I’m familiar with the word.

I don’t believe you are.

So, what’s up with the goon squad?

Oh, I won a hand of cards against some Russian gentlemen.

Apparently they found his luck improbable.

There you are.

More like impossible.

So, doctor, how is our favorite patient?

Still determined to make his short life even shorter?

Yes, I am. Anyway, you’re one to talk.

You look terrible. Look at the state of you.

Says the man wearing… What is that, a quilt?

Oh, sorry. I didn’t get the memo to dress for a funeral.

[LAUGHS]

[CHUCKLES]

Right. I will see you later.

And you… my door is always open.

We miss you at Horizon.

We could use your mind.

I’ll leave you two to your fun.

Bye, Nicholas.

I have some good news.

Let’s go for a walk.

How’s Martine doing these days?

Dr. Bancroft? She is, uh, overqualified, outperforming, brilliant as usual.

And a royal pain in my ass.

But she’s keeping me honest for the most part. Why do you ask?

Eh, no reason. Just haven’t seen you in forever.

I wondered if she had something to do with it.

Aw, I miss you too.

But, yes, she has been working with me to save our lives.

I could ask her to stop if you like, put us out of our misery.

Just don’t do something stupid and go and fall in love because, believe you me, there is absolutely no cure for that.

Says the guy who knows absolutely nothing about the subject.

Not true.

I read about it in books all the time.

Books, really? Wow.

Yeah.

Or romantic comedies. The point is…

The point is, love is not on the cards for us, my friend.

Listen, if you start quoting The Notebook to me, I am going to stop and hobble very slowly in the opposite direction.

[LAUGHS]

Throw it!

MICHAEL: I’m close, Milo.

I can feel it.

A cure.

It’s finally possible.

Seriously?

Highly experimental.

Ethically questionable.

Very, very, very expensive.

I knew that was coming.

And not exactly legal.

Oh, and it has to be done in international waters.

[LAUGHS]

You were always expensive.

Is it dangerous? Should I be worried?

You want me to lie to you?

That would be nice, yes.

It’s a walk in the park on a sunny day.

Oh, yeah, that bad, eh?

Listen.

We don’t have much time left.

This could be our last chance.

So, what do you say?

We go out with a fight?

[SIGHS]

Yeah.

You with me?

Till the day you die, brother.

Till the day you die. You’ll have everything you need.

We’re the original Spartans, mate.

The few against the many.

Yeah.

[♪♪♪]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER RADIO]

You know, I’m sure you’re cheating.

No. No, you’re not.

What you got?

MICHAEL: Putting another one in the oven.

Wish me luck.

[CHIMING]

The moment of truth.

[CHIMES AND BEEPS]

Success, Martine. We did it.

It’s holding together.

[RECORDER BEEPS]

Test 243.

[INHALES DEEPLY]

Human trials.

[RECORDER BEEPS]

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

I’m glad it’s you.

Had a lot of other suitors, didn’t you?

Yeah.

You know, the whole near-death thing is very, very chic.

I read it in Cosmo.

[LAUGHS]

Do they still make Cosmo? I don’t know.

I know it’s just what you always wanted.

Could be a collector’s item one day, you never know.

This better not be my last one.

I know this is painful, but you got it.

[GROANS SOFTLY]

That’s it. Bingo.

Right there.

[SHUSHES]

[GROANS]

Almost there, almost there.

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

[SHUSHES]

It’s all right. Come on. Come on.

There you go.

[GROANS SOFTLY]

You can buckle me up.

Yeah.

Yeah.

You all right? Great.

[♪♪♪]

[ELECTRICITY CRACKLES]

I call.

Bringing out the big guns.

Let’s go again.

I’ll be back. I’m gonna check on the doctor.

All right.

[MONITOR BEEPING]

[DOOR CLANGS OPEN]

You shouldn’t be down here.

I can be wherever I want, nurse.

It’s “doctor,” actually.

[SNICKERS]

I’m afraid you’re gonna have to leave.

Doctor. Sure, I can see it.

But, uh, you’re still the help, just like me.

Wow.

You can tell all that by just looking at me, huh?

Here I thought you were just another jacked-up dumb shit.

[LAUGHS]

Get out.

[ALERT BLARING]

Michael?

[GUN COCKS]

[METAL CLANKS]

Michael?

Where is he?

[METAL CLANKS]

Don’t move.

[ROARS]

What the hell?

Everybody down to the lab now.

[WALKIE BEEPS]

Roger that.

[GRUNTS]

Don’t shoot!

[ALARM BLARING]

Michael!

[FOX GROANING]

Stop!

[GROWLS]

Michael.

[GROWLS]

It’s just me.

[ALARM BLARING]

It’s just me.

[POUNDS ON GLASS]

Michael, please.

Michael, stop!

Stop! Please!

You’re hurting yourself! Stop!

Hey! Step back! Move!

Stop. Put that gun down…

Move!

[GROWLING]

[GROANS]

[SCREAMS]

[YELLS]

Shit. Close it! Close it!

What the hell is that thing?

[♪♪♪]

[ROARS]

Fall back! Fall back!

Shit.

MAN 1: Let’s move.

MAN 2: Go, go, go!

[GROANS]

Johnny!

[GRUNTING]

[SCREAMS]

[MORBIUS GROWLS]

Get out of here!

MAN [OVER RADIO]: Sweeping Level 3.

Jason, come in.

Jason. Jason?

[SCREAMS]

Oh, shit.

Son of a bitch!

[GROANS]

Shit! Oh!

Oh, shit!

[HIGH-PITCHED SCRAPING]

[GROANS]

[GAGGING]

[MORBIUS GROWLS]

[PANTING]

[SCREAMS]

[ROARS]

[GASPS]

[♪♪♪]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Martine.

Martine.

[HEART BEATING STEADILY]

[WHISPERS] Oh, my God.

[VOMITS]

[GROANS]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[FEEDBACK OVER RADIO]

Mayday, mayday, mayday.

This is the LCV Murnau.

Call letters 3-X5Y.

We are 13 nautical miles off the coast of Long Island.

Request immediate airlift.

Repeat, this is the LCV Murnau.

Mayday, mayday, mayday.

[♪♪♪]

It’s up here to the right.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

FBI Agent Stroud. Can we have the room, please?

RODRIGUEZ: You heard the man. Can we please have the room?

If you could start exiting, that’d be fantastic.

Well, we haven’t had anything this good since that thing in San Francisco.

Uh, eight bodies, running IDs right now, but apparently they all shop at the same mercenary supply store.

Uh, one survivor, a Dr. Martine Bancroft.

Can we talk to her?

If she wakes up.

Uh, she fell down and hit her head, apparently.

Anything else?

Someone made a mayday call.

Not Dr. Bancroft.

Nope.

It was a male, didn’t identify himself, then wiped all the surveillance footage.

SIMON: He grew a conscience and jumped overboard?

It happens. Oh, and get this.

All the bodies that you’re looking at are nearly drained of their blood.

So, what hunts at night and drinks human blood?

You’re gonna love this.

REPORTER: Early this morning an unmanned cargo ship was discovered near the eastern tip of Long Island with multiple bodies on board.

Authorities are not making any comment at this time.

But there are reports of one survivor, and we have learned from a high-ranking Coast Guard official that the vessel was flying a Panamanian flag when it drifted in from international…

What’s happened?

Some kind of accident.

How’s your pain today? On a one to ten?

Eleven.

[TONE SOUNDS, THEN MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER PA]

[MONITOR BEEPING STEADILY AND VENTILATOR HISSING]

[TONE SOUNDS, THEN MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER PA]

[WHISPERS] I’m sorry.

You’re going to be okay.

[♪♪♪]

Lab 1.

Privacy screens.

Send the WHOLE script pussy

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