#he's still up actually from yesterday so he must be very strong to have made it through the night

[steddieas-shegoes]

“Eddie. My love. My light. My heart.”

“What?”

“Did you happen to pack Ella’s clothes?”

“Of course I packed Ella’s clothes. How would I forget her clothes?”

Steve was staring down into a nearly empty bag that they bought for Ella’s clothes when they went on trips.

It was small enough that she could roll it herself, but still big enough to hold all her clothes.

When they were packed, of course.

They took turns packing for her. This time was Eddie’s.

Steve had no reason not to believe that the bag wasn’t packed, he’d even heard them yesterday picking out shirts.

Where the shirts were now was a mystery, though.

“Well, unless she can wear her stuffed elephant or her hairbrush, then she doesn’t have any clothes in this bag.”

Eddie came up behind him, looking over his shoulder to see what Steve was seeing.

Yep, empty.

“I packed her bag. I swear to god I packed clothes.”

Eddie was running his hands through his hair, stress suddenly pouring out of him. Steve knew then that he definitely packed the bag. He would’ve been laughing it off if he hadn’t.

“Ella.”

The realization hit them both at the same time.

They turned from the small bedroom area at the back of the RV to see her playing at the table.

Eddie narrowed his eyes at her but didn’t walk over yet, wanting to form a game plan with Steve first.

“When did she do it?”

“Probably while we were sleeping.”

“How did we not notice how light it was?”

“She made us let her carry it the whole way, remember?”

They both sighed. They thought she was just being independent.

Since turning three a month ago, she wanted to do everything by herself, even things that were still much too difficult for her to do. They always let her try first as long as it wasn’t actually dangerous, and she was a very determined kid.

But determination wasn’t always a positive, as Eddie and Steve quickly learned when she used that determination to wreak havoc on their surprisingly careful organization.

“Why would she do this?”

“Oh my god.”

“What?”

Eddie shook his head.

“What?!”

“This is because I told her we couldn’t pack her princess dresses.”

“But we never pack her princess dresses.”

“Ah, but she never cared before.”

“And she cares now?”

“Obviously.”

“So…she just decided to not wear any clothes because we said no on the princess dresses?”

“Indeed.”

Steve huffed out a laugh, but it was to cover all of his frustration with their strong-willed daughter.

“I’m gonna go hook up the plumbing. You handle the princess.”

“To be clear, we’re not letting her be independent with this anymore, right?”

“Not until she can stop being sneaky.”

“Well, that’s unfortunate. She’s my kid.”

“Eds, she isn’t biologically yours.”

“It doesn’t matter. She got it by osmosis.”

“…okay.”

Steve left the RV and Eddie joined Ella at the table, where she’d started coloring in her coloring book they kept in the RV to keep her busy.

“Ella, you know your daddy and I were just unpacking our things and the weirdest thing happened.”

“What?” Ella didn’t look up from her coloring as she spoke.

“Your clothes disappeared.”

Ella looked up at Eddie, jaw wide open as if she wasn’t the culprit behind the missing clothes.

“Do you have any idea where they might be?”

“No! They left?”

“Well, I have a hunch. Wanna hear it?”

Ella nodded furiously, playing her role well. Eddie was impressed.

“My hunch is that someone was upset they couldn’t bring their princess dresses and decided that they didn’t wanna wear their other clothes either. That someone must have unpacked their bag before we even left the house.”

“Who did that?”

“I don’t know. But Daddy and I are keeping an eye out. If you know anything, tell us,” Eddie shrugged. He knew she’d give in eventually.

But not right away.

She went back to coloring and he got up to finish unpacking his own bag so Steve wouldn’t have to.

After a few minutes, he felt arms around his leg.

“Hi, princess,” he smiled down at her, resting his hand on her head.

“Daddy, it was me! I did it!”

Eddie did his best to hide his smirk by looking up the ceiling. He could hear Steve cussing outside, probably struggling to hook up by himself like always.

“What did you do, princess?”

“I stoled the clothes!”

She was crying now and Eddie hated when she cried. Even when she was in trouble, he hated it.

“Where did you put them, angel?”

“I hided them under my bed.”

Eddie was impressed. She was good.

“Why did you hide them?”

“Cuz I wanna be a princess!”

“But daddy said no, didn’t he? And that means you have to wear your regular clothes for this trip.”

“But I was sad.”

Eddie got down on the floor, pulling her into his lap. She was trying to catch her breath, but she was still too upset, hiccuping through tears.

“Baby, let’s take a deep breath so we can talk, okay?”

Eddie heard the RV door open, but he paid no attention to it, focus on calming Ella down.

They took some deep breaths together, and Eddie kept a calm smile on his face so she knew that he wasn’t that upset.

“Alright, let’s talk. Do you know why I said no to bringing the princess dresses?”

“Cuz they get ruined.”

“Yeah, baby. You know how we go do a lot of fun things on these trips and sometimes we get messy outside?” Ella nodded. “Your princess dresses aren’t easy to clean or fix if something happens to them, so it’s better to keep them at home. Don’t you think so?”

Ella nodded again.

“I can be a princess?”

Eddie smiled at her.

“Of course you can still be a princess. They don’t always wear fancy dresses you know. One time I met a princess who wore jeans and a t-shirt to go on adventures. Just like you can wear now.”

“Oh.”

Eddie let her sit with this information for a moment, but just when he was going to say something, she spoke.

“Sorry, Daddy. We go home?”

“No, princess. We can run to the store and grab you some play clothes. But do you know what I think you should do?”

“What?”

“Apologize to your dad, too. He was really sad when he saw your bag.”

“Oh. Don’t want him sad.”

“No, we don’t. How about you go say sorry to him and I’ll get finished here so we can go to the store?”

“Okay.”

“Love you, princess.”

“Love you mostest.”

“Love you infinity.”

“So many?”

“So many.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #tumblr drabbles #ficlet #steddie dads #I’m ignoring responsibility again #have this as proof

[sillyrabbit81]

The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood - Part Fourteen

Series Summary: Lori "Babycakes" Tate swore she would never date a biker but when her life is in danger, she is put under the protection of a small club known as The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood. She suddenly finds herself attracted to not one, but five bikers.

A reverse harem, biker AU.

Part Fourteen Summary: Lori spends time with Mike and shares a meal with the Brothers.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC, Walter Marshall x OFC, Mike x OFC, Geralt x OFC, August Walker x OFC

Word Count: Approx. 3.3k

Warnings:

Series Warnings: Reverse harem, age gap (OFC 23, ages range from 23 to mid 40s), oral sex (male and female receiving), unprotected p in v sex, anal sex, group sex, masturbation, praise kink, mentions of body fluids, drug use, recreational drinking, sex work, criminal activities, mention of death, violence, use of weapons, mentions of war, mentions of abuse, angst, fluff, probably a lot more that I will add as they come up.

Part Fourteen Warnings: slight angst, some fluff, mild violence, mild smut (kissing)

Authors Note: Thanks as always to my lovely BBFs (Best Beta's forever) @henryobsessed and @nashibirne .

I tested positive to covid yesterday so I'm feeling a little foggy in the brain, so forgive me if this chapter is poorly edited (well worse than usual 🤣)

Divider made by me. Edited by me, there will be errors. (see above!)

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Part Thirteen Part Fifteen

Lori

After eating a simple lunch of sandwiches with Geralt, I spent the afternoon with Mike. His room was the polar opposite of Marshall's tidy minimalism. It looked like a college dorm room, an overfilled, yet organised den of nerdom. He had a desk filled with what looked like a custom PC and several monitors while vintage consoles and games were organised in shelving around the desk. His room was fairly dim with most light being emitted from LED strips along the corners of the ceiling, but there was enough lumination to see his closet seemed to have more clothes on the floor than hanging on the coat hangers or folded and his bin was overloaded with empty wrappers and soda cans.

I loved everything about it.

“Uh, so, this is me.” He must have noticed my inventory of his room because he looked away as he ran his fingers through his hair. 

I leaned over to kiss his cheek and said grinning, “I'm digging the ‘King of Nerdom fantasy’ aesthetic you have gone for here.”

Mike rolled his eyes then grabbed me around the waist, fingers digging into my sides as he tickled me and made me squeal. I slid from his grasp and ran around the bed. My heart was pounding, adrenaline was surging through my veins making my hands shake as I couldn’t stop giggling as he continued to stalk me.

“Think you can run, huh?” he asked, grinning as he kept advancing on me.

The low light in the room seemed to perfectly enhance his already far too attractive face, highlighting the strong cut of his jaw, the dimple in his chin and the model-like bone structure in his cheeks. Despite being smaller than the other Brothers, he was still a very large guy. I could see how broad his shoulders actually were and I noticed the way his arms stretched the sleeves of his t-shirt.

Trembling and giddy, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to make him chase me or if I wanted him to catch me and throw me on the bed. My eyes darted to the door and I thought maybe a bit of a run might be just what I needed.

“Don’t even think– Hey!” Mike called, but I was already throwing open the door and running down the corridor.

Giggling as I ran, I turned my head to find Mike tearing down the hall after me. I yelped and ran faster, determined to take him for as much as a run as I could before he inevitably caught me.

I ran further into the clubhouse, down a hall I hadn’t been in before, noticing a few rooms that had doors which appeared to be holding something valuable behind heavy duty doors. As I turned a corner I quickly realised I had gotten myself trapped. I was on the verge of trying to open one of the doors to find a hiding place when I felt my arm being yanked and I was hoisted into the air and thrown over Mike’s shoulder.

“Gotcha!” he cried, triumphantly.

“Put me down!”

Mike laughed and started to run down the hall while I screamed, kicked my legs and flailed my arms in a weak attempt at getting him to release me. Truthfully, I didn’t want to be put down. Mike’s spontaneous, freely given affection and his chaotic, bordering on juvenile behaviour was what I adored most about him.

It’s what I needed most from him.

Suddenly, Mike came to a stop and I felt the muscles in his shoulder tense under my weight. I peered around his body as best I could and saw Walker with a rifle in his hands pointed directly at Mike’s head.

Holy shit.

“Were you born a fucking idiot, Mike, or did you have to practice?”

Mike slowly lowered me to the floor. I had to avert my eyes from Walker. Despite the seriousness of the situation, I felt like I was about to burst out laughing.

“Shit, Walker, we were just–”

“Running around making the girl God damn scream? Like she was being attacked? During a fucking protection operation? The fuck, kid?”

It wasn’t really funny anymore as I raised my eyes and looked at Walker. His eyes were narrow and his lip curled into a snarl. He wore dark denim jeans and a plain white wife beater which clung to every muscle and the hair of his chest peaked above the low neckline. I knew he would be fit like the others, but fuck he was jacked and unlike his Brothers, I couldn’t see any tattoos on him.

“Shit, I didn’t think–”

“You better start fucking thinking or one of these days you’ll end up–”

“Walker,” I interrupted sharply.

“What?” he snapped as he whipped his head towards me.

I gasped. I had expected to see his face twisted in anger and it was, but that wasn’t what made me suck in a breath. It was the other emotion that warped his near perfect features, the same one that had his chest pumping and his nose flaring. 

Walker was scared.

He steadily and slowly lowered his rifle as his face seemed to drop and in the snap of a finger his momentary look of vulnerability was replaced by his usual sneer.

“This is Club business, princess. Stay out of it.” Walker growled.

“I’m fine though,” I said softly. “Nothing happened. I’m okay.”

Walker continued to glare at me. I wanted to raise my hand and touch his cheek, to reassure him, to comfort him. My arm was halfway there before I realised what I was doing and forced myself to lower it to my side.

“Get the hell out of my sight,” Walker spat, and he turned his grim look to Mike, “Both of you.”

I swallowed as Mike silently put his arm around my shoulders and led me back to his room. I couldn’t stop myself and looked over my shoulder to see Walker looking down at the dark grey low pile carpet of the hallway shaking his head. He glanced up and our eyes met. His face momentarily appeared pained, his brows furrowed and raised, then they lowered and his lip curled.

I quickly looked away.

Mike set me up at his desk then laid on his bed, watching some tv. The mood was a little sombre as I started perusing my go to sites that had next day delivery. I found it difficult to concentrate at first, the run in with Walker played on my mind. As did his unexpected reaction.

Had he truly been afraid when he thought I was being attacked? I found it hard to believe considering the position he had in the club. If he fell to pieces at the outset of a life or death situation, there’s no way the others would have put him in charge.

The only other explanation - and it seemed too far-fetched - was that he was afraid for me. 

Maybe he had been worried something had happened to me because if he lost a client, the Brotherhood’s reputation would be tarnished. On top of that, I don’t think Sy - or the other Brothers for that matter - would easily forgive him and it may even threaten his position as President.

The more I thought about it, the more it made sense and I was able to concentrate on my orders.

I found a way to actually make the shopping enjoyable. Still angry at my Nate, I didn’t hold back and ordered what I wanted without any consideration of cost. That $200 pair of jeans? Add to cart. That $150 bra and panty set? Quantity two. Add to cart.

Was it childishly passive aggressive of me?

Absolutely.

I almost decided to really take the piss and order myself a couple of cocktail dresses, but I figured the cost of what I actually needed was punishment enough. I did order a few skin care products that were usually too expensive for me to afford and some workwear and steel-toed boots for when I spent time with Geralt.

When I was finished and just messing around looking at pretty and impractical shoes, I started to wonder what Mike knew about the pact. I spun around in the gaming chair at his desk and decided to ask him about it.

“Mike?”

“You done?” he asked, sitting up and grinning with his usual puppy-like enthusiasm.

“Yeah. I want to talk to you about something.”

“Sounds serious.” He grunted and raised his lip in a mock look of disgust.

“It's about the pact.”

His eyes widened with an exaggerated look of innocence. “What pact?”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “Don’t bullshit me.”

He downcast his gaze. “Shit, I’m s…” he shook his head and when he looked back at me his face set in a grim determination, “No. I’m not going to apologise for it. I was frustrated when I thought I had missed my chance with you, but when G told me what he, Sy and Marshall had agreed to, I was in. Maybe we should have discussed it with you first, but I wasn’t going to let another chance with you slip through my fingers.”

I looked down at my jeans and picked off a piece of fluff while I tried to take in what Mike said. He moved across the bed until he sat on the edge and grabbing the armrests of the gaming chair, he rolled it close until I was nestled between his legs.

“Hey, I don’t want things to get weird between us. I meant it when I said ‘no pressure’, okay Babycakes?” He lowered his head until his eyes caught mine, and he smiled gently as he cupped my cheek with his warm hand. “I’m just happy you’re here with me. Even if we’re never going to be more than friends. I just want to be around you.”

“You really mean that?”

He nodded, solemnly but then his grin turned mischievous and he added, “Okay, maybe I’ll be a little disappointed if we don't kiss again.”

I laughed and lightly punched his shoulder. “You’re such an ass.”

Mike chuckled a little, but grew serious. “How do you feel about it? The pact I mean.”

I took a deep breath, giving myself a moment to really think about it. “I was mad when Marshall told me. I yelled at him and stormed out.”

“That explains his shitty mood this morning.”

I shrugged. “I’m not mad anymore, but I don’t know how I feel about it.” 

Mike pulled me onto his lap as he nodded. “Took me a bit to get my head around as well. Then I realised a couple of things. First, you being with my Brothers doesn’t change the way I feel about you, Babycakes and the second is that I know they all feel the same way about you as I do.”

I laid my head on Mike’s shoulder. His arms went around me, drawing me closer to his body as he bowed his head.

“Have I said too much?” he whispered, his lowered, serious tone made him sound older than he usually seemed.

“No,” I whispered back. “I think I needed to hear that.”

He hummed softly and lifted his head just enough to kiss my cheek. I raised my eyes and met his; they were wide, brows pinched and raised in a charmingly gentle invitation as he licked his lips. My breath came in hard and heavy while a torrid tempest surged through my chest and settled firmly between my legs.

Mike’s finger twisted around a stray lock of hair by my ear and he smiled shyly, “Wanna watch a movie and make out?”

“Forget the movie,” I breathed and pressed my lips against his.

I was on fire as he took us to the bed and split my thighs over his hips. His lips were forceful, parting me until his tongue brushed over mine. He moved beneath me, hips lifting and creating a subtle friction that was nowhere near enough to satisfy my searing need.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he groaned.

His tongue continued its urgent exploration of my mouth until it felt as if no part of it was untouched. I would have thought such a kiss was one of inexperience if it wasn’t so hungry, dominant and such a fucking turn-on.

“I haven’t gotten the taste of you out of my head since yesterday,” he murmured into my mouth, “How do you taste so fucking good?”

I smiled, feeling my cheeks warm and Mike dropped his head onto the bed and closed his eyes. His hands squeezed my ass, fingers digging so deep that I could feel the pressure of his nails even through my jeans. I laid my head on his chest, the side of my face pressed against his sternum, the sound of his heart beating was as loud as thunder as it echoed in my ear.

“You ok?” he asked. His fingers slid into my hair, combing through its length as his heart slowly fell back into its resting rhythm. 

“Yeah,” I said, wistfully. “You?”

“Yeah.”

“You stopped.”

“I did.”

“Why?”

I felt him take a deep breath, my head lifting as his lungs filled with air. “Because this is nice. I like this.”

I smiled as I shifted my body until I was laying beside him and settled beneath the crook of his shoulder. I lifted my head and kissed his cheek.

“I like this, too.”

When it was time for dinner, Mike led me past the kitchen and into the common room and through into another smaller room. I pulled up short in the doorway, surprised by the scene before me.

Mike had taken me to what appeared to be the Club meeting room that seemed to double as a dining room. On the table were a number of dishes including what looked like a creamy mushroom pasta, a rocket and pear salad, grilled pork and some roasted vegetables and a couple of bottles of wine and beer littered the table.

Each of the Brothers stopped talking as I appeared and each one turned their attention to me. It made me want to shrink in on myself, I was not prepared for this.

“Oh,” I murmured, “Do you guys always eat dinner together?”

Mike nodded, “Yeah. And while you’re here, you can join us.”

As if to support Mike’s invitation, Geralt stood and waved his hand over the empty seat next to him. I swallowed hard and tried not to look at either Walker or Marshall as I took my seat. 

It did not surprise me that Walker sat at the head of the table. Geralt sat on his right hand side, Marshall on his left. Mike sat next to Marshall which left me sitting next to Geralt.

“Do you always eat like this?” I asked, “I mean, this looks really good.” It really did. Nothing like this went on at my Brother’s club. Most of the members didn’t permanently live at the Clubhouse, they had families to live with and most ate at home. The ones that stayed, either permanently living there like Nate or Hustle, or crashing for a party or to get away from the Missus, generally lived off take out or two minute noodles. 

“Thank you,” Walker smirked. 

My eyebrows shot up. “You made this?”

He nodded.

I glanced around at the others, nothing in their faces gave away any sign they were playing a trick on me. I turned back to Walker, who only grinned wider and more mockingly.

“Do you cook every night?” I asked, still incredulous.

“I’ll cook tomorrow,” Geralt said, “We take turns when we are here.”

“How very democratic of you,” I said, addressing my sarcasm towards Walker.

Something in what I said seemed to tickle him and his jeering smile became a sardonic chuckle.

“Here,” Geralt rumbled roughly, holding the tray of pork towards me and shooting a stoney glance towards Walker, “Eat before it gets cold.”

The meal started quietly, but as the alcohol flowed it quickly became lively. Even Marshall seemed to lift his gloomy disposition as he told a story about a prank Geralt and Sy played on Mike last Fourth of July.

“So, Sy and Geralt got together and modified a couple of Roman Candles–”

“Modified?” Mike cried, “Turned into a fucking bomb is more accurate!”

“You squealed like a six-year-old, dropped the thing and ran,” Geralt chuckled, “I still don’t believe that you didn’t shit yourself.”

Marshall started snickering, even Walker had his lips pressed into a tight line as if he were holding back his own laughter.

“I almost lost a hand!” Mike protested, his voice breaking and letting out a little squeak.

The other Brothers glanced at each other and all at once they lost their composure; all three breaking out in simultaneous raucous laughter. 

“Oh sure,” Mike said, folding his arms across his chest, “Pick on the fucking New Guy as always. Why don’t we tell her about the time you tried to pull a wheelie and ended up letting go of the bike and it crashed into Sy’s truck?”

“What?” I looked at Geralt, his face was grim and I burst out laughing.

“Or the time Marshall ate a jalapeno thinking it was a pickle?”

“Oh my God!” I shrieked, “you didn’t?”

“Or the time Walker—”

“Mike!” Walker thundered.

His cheeks were flaming and I couldn’t stop laughing no matter how hard I tried. Tears rolled down my cheeks as Mike mouthed across the table, “I’ll tell you later.”

“You tell her anything and you’ll shit teeth for a week,” Walker growled through gritted teeth as both Marshall and Geralt joined in the laughter.

Walker looked around the table and our eyes met, his eyes dark as a thundercloud rolling across the noon sky. But then, they softened and I saw it again; I saw his facade slip a moment before his guard shot back faster than lightning.

He stood quickly, his chair scraped loudly on the polished timber floor and the laughter trailed off.

“Mike, you’re on clean-up. Princess, I need to see you in the morning.”

I opened my mouth to ask why, but he was already walking out the door.

“Why does he need to see me?” I asked Geralt.

Marshall answered, “We’ve been digging into a few things. He’ll want to talk to you about what we’ve found.”

“About Jake?”

He nodded.

“Can’t you tell me?” I asked.

“I’ll be there in the morning too,” Marshall said reassuringly, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“I’m—” I slammed my mouth shut as I looked at Geralt and Mike still sitting at the table. I stood up. “I think I might go to bed.”

Geralt stood too and rested his hand on my shoulder and exerted the smallest amount of pressure until I sat. 

“No. Stay for a bit,” he said to me. Then he addressed Mike as he started to collect empty plates, “Come on, I’ll help you clear the table.”

Mike gave me a short dip of the head and a smile, but didn’t say anything as he gathered as much as he could and followed Geralt to the kitchen.

I glanced at Marshall. He was sitting with a hand on a glass of wine, his long fingers twirling the stem.

I swallowed hard and cleared my throat before I spoke. “I’m sorry about this morning.”

Marshall shook his head. “You don’t need to apologise.”

“I do. I was confused and angry and took it out on you when you were the only one who actually came out and told me what was going on. I reacted badly and I’m sorry.”

“No harm done.”

I looked down at my hands, the fingernail of my index finger picked at the polish on my thumb. I forced myself to stop and stood up.

“I think I will go to bed,” I said, “it’s been a long day.”

Marshall inclined his head and stood. “I’ll walk you to your room.”

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[talokanda-forever]

THESE THOUGHTS HAVE BEEN PERCOLATING FOR A WHILE

This is a long one. My hope is to eventually distill this into a TikTok edit, but keeping things short and sweet is not my strong suit—obviously. But I also may not ultimately have the time. 😬 I must thank @cutelatinagirl for her recent “deep dive” posts. The way you’ve formatted them helped me gather my thoughts for this one.

When viewing the attacks and accusations made against Tenoch over the past few months ONLY within the context of his vocation as an actor, it doesn’t make much sense. It is illogical for the powers that be, with virtually unlimited influence and resources, to take time to not only insult him but degrade and dehumanize him on various social media platforms. He is an actor. Tenoch himself has stated he has no political power. He does not come from an influential family with a lot of money. And I know some tend to think because someone is an actor they must be ‘rich.’ I obviously have no visibility to Tenoch’s finances, but I’m going to hazard a guess that he doesn’t have a vault filled with gold coins that he swims in from time to time like Scrooge McDuck.

However, when viewing this coordinated smear campaign in the context of Tenoch’s social activism, it should not be surprising. Unfortunately, it should have been expected. We have seen this before in the US—most notably during the civil rights movement of the 60s and 70s.

I have often mused at how the conditions Tenoch so vividly conveys about racism/classism/colorism in Mexico seem to align with where we were in the US 60+ years ago. It is evident to me that he has actually studied our civil rights movement. Unlike today’s white-supremacy-denying politicians in the US who can only quote a couple of lines of Martin Luther King’s I Have a Dream speech as evidence that he would not have agreed with the Black Lives Matter movement (GTFOH).

Revisionist historians would have us think MLK was a universally beloved figure while he was still alive. That could not be further from the truth. You’d think his assassination would be enough evidence to the contrary, but nah. So how do mischaracterizations of history such as this get a foothold? Because those in control of the narrative decide what information is shared with the masses, and what remains obscured— and they do so BY DESIGN. Sounds an awful lot like what’s happening with Tenoch.

What is not widely disseminated is that the FBI took an active role in discrediting civil rights leaders in order to silence their voices and prevent their messages from mobilizing the masses.

The screenshot below was pulled from the ACLU website at this link:

I highlighted those portions that seem to apply most to what Tenoch is experiencing. Although the breaking up marriages bit doesn’t fully apply since he’s been divorced for some time, the accusations that have been made could very well have an impact on any current or future relationships. And don’t come at me with, “Well, these tactics were used in the US years ago and has nothing to do with Mexico in 2023.” This is more about human nature. The objective of the FBI is no different than the objective of a piece of shit billionaire media mogul. RETENTION OF POWER. The goal of employing such dirty tricks to take out those who are a threat is not restricted by an artificial, man-made border. And guess what? The FBI and CIA have had a presence throughout Latin America longer than most of our parents and grandparents have been alive, so don’t think their dirty tricks weren’t passed along to those nations. They have been in practice ever since. The people in power today are the offspring of those who were in power yesterday, whether by blood or in spirit.

COINTELPRO involved not only wiretapping, but as the investigation showed, attempts to disrupt, discredit, and defame perceived political radicals. Hoover targeted few figures as relentlessly as Reverend Martin Luther King, Jr. (There is a similar fixation on Tenoch) The charge, Communist influence in the civil rights movement. FBI Director, Hoover:

Below is an excerpt of a transcript found on the NPR’s website about some of the activities by COINTELPRO specific to MLK. The full transcript can be found here:

(Soundbite of 1970s report)

Mr. J. EDGAR HOOVER (Former FBI Director): The Communist Party of America is doing everything in its power to steal the minds and the souls and the hearts of our young people. (Tenoch is constantly aiming in message to youth because the power to change the future lies with them)

CHIDEYA: In August of 1963, Reverend King gathered more than a quarter of a million Americans on the Mall in Washington to champion Civil Rights.

(Soundbite of 1970s report)

Rev. MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR. (Civil Rights leader): Free at last, free at last. Thank God, Almighty, we're free at last.

CHIDEYA: That march spurred Hoover to action. A little more than a month later, the FBI Director petitioned the Attorney General, then Robert F. Kennedy, to approve a wiretap on King's telephone. (High profile appearances by Tenoch are soon followed up with coordinated online attacks—see more on that below) Kennedy only agreed, according to his attorney Nicholas Katzenbach, in order to protect King.

(Soundbite of 1970s report)

Mr. NICHOLAS KATZENBACH (speaking as Robert F. Kennedy's attorney): He did not let Hoover tap King's wire. That would be used, really, as almost proof that King was being influenced by Communism. Bobby thought that if he tapped it he would find out that you were not.

CHIDEYA: And in fact, Kennedy was right. The Church Commission found that the wiretap showed that Dr. King did not support Communism. (Fabricated charges with no independently corroborated evidence) And that his two associates who may have been allied with the Communist party didn't influence King's views or his organization. (Associates (PP) are the offenders but Tenoch constantly gets pulled in by association and because of his visibility) But documents suggest that Hoover's campaign against King was as much personal as political. (Fixated on Tenoch like they’re chasing a white whale) And the rift between the two men deepened in 1964.

Although what’s going on with Tenoch shouldn’t be surprising, it doesn’t make it any less irrational. Why? Because it is rooted in FEAR of losing power. Actions rooted in fear many times don’t make sense on the surface. Those who have gained power through the covert and overt subjugation of marginalized communities must also find ways to maintain that power. Remember, those who owned plantations were outnumbered by the men and women they enslaved. But there was a SYSTEM in place that kept them terrorized, disoriented, and disorganized.

Tenoch is stirring the masses and he is doing so on an international level where Mexico’s cultural elites CANNOT CONTROL THE NARRATIVE.

As some have pointed out, like @cutelatinagirl in the Tweet below, the timing can’t be ignored. Neither can the reach of his message. Releasing statements on certain platforms only in English (MER’s response to Tenoch’s only public statement) and constantly @ing Disney speak to why they are so desperate to slander Tenoch in such a public manner. Truth and facts be damned. It doesn’t matter that they have no proof. They are willing to take the risk as long as they are successful in their primary objective of taking him down.

Also, let’s not forget about this year’s Festival Prieto. I recall comments linking Tenoch’s statements about Jesus being black with how Messiah-like he looked in the footage of him walking through the crowd to get to the stage (see the video below from a post by @luzsp9-1981 ). I tried to find the exact comment but couldn’t so I’m paraphrasing. For those of us who aren’t triggered by seeing Tenoch adored by fans—many of whom are part of marginalized communities—it was taken as a lighthearted comment. I audibly giggled. However, when someone has a fear of their power being challenged, or worse yet diminished or stripped, these same images become concerning and are no laughing matter in their eyes. And there is no question his activities and online responses are being monitored. Tenoch appeared at Festival Prieto on May 25th. MER shat her half-baked Tweet on June 9th. More than enough time to coordinate a new phase of the attack.

I know we are a generation that prides itself on being well-informed and media savvy. You can’t hoodwink and bamboozle us like our unfortunate predecessors who didn’t have a world of information at their fingertips in the form of smartphones, tablets, and wearables. No siree! However, bullshit wrapped in slick packaging, designed to look like what we perceive as credible information, is still just bullshit. We have ALL been duped at some point. It is exhausting at times to dig deeper and to NOT stifle our curiosity. But we have got to stop acting like asking questions when you don’t fully understand something is a character flaw. Or that remaining neutral when a SA accusation has been revealed BY CHOICE in a PUBLIC FORUM somehow demonstrates you are a heartless bastard/bitch who denies assaults ever happen at all. Sorry, but I’m not casting aside my critical thinking skills just so Tumblrland, Instaville, and the Twitterverse might recognize me as a caring human being for the millisecond that my post/reel/Tweet is retained by the reader.

@cutelatinagirl @cantstayawaycani @observers-journal @sarahivi @luzsp9-1981 @aolechan @oakzap425 @love-too-believe @soledadmiranda @venting402 @v4mpires0ap

#tenoch huerta #tenoch huerta mejia #jose tenoch huerta mejia

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I have this angsty mess of ideas that I don't know how to put together but I'm gonna try to explain it. So like Steve has been in love with you since like forever and you become friends in season one blah blah blah you're inseparable etc, you have the tendency saving Steve's ass everytime but then you die while saving him and steve never got the chance to confess (not really that important but I guess it adds emotional damage idk) he obviously blames himself for it and everytime his phone rings he answers with the hope that for some fucked up reasons it's you and you're actually still alive but stuck in the upside down. Everyone is concerned about him bc it feels like he's slowly going crazy and is very much delusional.

Idk if that's like very long or makes no sense at all so sorry in advance, your eyes must be bleeding after reading this. :/

Robin being the one to always check on Steve after he loses you. She knew what you meant to Steve, most shifts mentioned you, and your recent interactions with Steve, most nights were him- were the both of them, talking on the phone about you. She loved the whole will they won’t they, and the puppy love gossip with Steve. Now she wished she’d pushed more, at least Steve would feel better if you’d known.

Robin’s learnt to be more open and vulnerable, since she’s been the one to look after Steve, being emotional and like a true friend, rather than snarky and quippy and teasing with him. She’s always coming in to check on him with her key to his house, pressing her hand on his shoulders each time she says hi, unless she’s rushing to comfort him again.

Robin tells him a few times “You know I said I can move in, or we could both move to our own place! I’m lonely! Besides, I love spending time with my best friend.” Robin’s been encouraging it. Her and Steve had breiefly passed the ideas before, before you, but she got the feeling back then they both badly would have liked it, living together, but neither wanted to be the first to come on too strong and vulnerable. It was different now. And Robin really didn’t want Steve to be lonely either. Besides, Robin came over to Steve’s literally every day she could anyway.

But to Steve, Robin wasn’t you. He still loves Robin, as her own person and his friend, he doesn’t compare you two at all. But Steve worried the constant company might make him go crazier than he already feels. It also wouldn’t allow for any of his unhealthier coping mechanisms. Steve would argue in his head, even crying or screaming himself to sleep, he wouldn’t be able to do anymore, but he’d done that in front of some of his friends anyways.

Robin, Nancy, Eddie, Dustin, all of his friends all worried about him. Max, Lucas and El had come over yesterday. Joyce makes sure to drop by a couple of times a week at least. Robin came every day, while the others did sometimes, varying in frequency. They knew Steve wasn’t healthy.

Sometimes, Steve whipped his head to the side, out of nowhere, or maybe with a small sound one of them picked up, from years of fear of monsters from other dimensions. But they knew it wasn’t Steve being scared of bumps in the night. It was because he thought he may have heard you. It was a glimmer of hope, just for a second, and they hated seeing it shatter each time.

Steve did worry about bumps in the night too. Steve worried about the next time he’d have to fight, no matter what it might be. Because this time, no one would come to save him.

You were always the first to come for him. You specifically sought Steve out first, checked on him first, he was always your first choice, the one you always checked on, the one you’d always save. You were with Steve for all his fuck ups. You’d seen him grow, and he knows you’d never judged him for his past once he actually got better. Not once. No one else had done that. But you also made Steve better. And he was still scared he won’t be as much now, without you.

But on the other hand, Steve wasn’t sure he really wanted anyone to save him next time. If the next time he dies saving the others, then whatever. He couldn’t save you. At least he could be with you then.

No one would be designated to check Steve first, to save him first, and that’s what he got. Steve always put himself in front of danger first, and now he’d lost you, there would be no one to save him. It was his price.

Steve wanted to go back straight after. He wanted to go back for you the next day, and the day after. To the place he’d left you. At the end of the week, he told Robin his plans, with his rucksack already on his back. And not only did she physically hold Steve to the floor, but she locked all the doors as she walkied Eddie and Nancy - not the kids, she knew when Steve was better, even now, he wouldn’t want the kids to see him like this - and Eddie had to bear hug Steve so he wouldn’t try to leave, while all of them gently tried to talk their friend down. They said it was a suicide mission! And that’s when Steve screamed “I DON’T CARE!” Trapped in his friends arms. Screaming those words not enough overemotionally, but too genuinely, that it really got them worried. Steve was still fighting to leave. He had collapsed into tears after that. He wanted to go and he meant it.

Nancy wanted to sedate him by that point, because she was too worried Steve would leave. But Robin put her foot down at that thought. It would create a super bad spiral, and Steve wouldn’t trust them, she knew they had to do something else! Luckily Robin thought of something. Mixed in with Steve’s yells at Eddie, Eddie trying to talk to Steve, and Nancy on edge and trying to not look as upset as she probably was while getting Robin to think of something else before she snapped.

Robin called the number she knew to, and soon afterwards, Joyce was entering Steve’s home with her own spare key. Joyce let Steve cry into her lap, and she stroked his back, talking when Steve wanted to, only lulling her own assurances when he didn’t, and just soothing Steve, until he fell asleep like that, in his room with her. Robin knew Steve wouldn’t fight Joyce to leave, or yell too much at her or anything. Steve had fallen asleep early in the afternoon, and Nancy didn’t even need to sedate him because he stayed asleep, luckily for the entire night. Joyce wouldn’t leave. She wanted to stay until morning, she didn’t want to leave Steve overnight, or at all right now.

Joyce even made breakfast the morning after, making sure to stay by Steve’s side because he’d always eat her cooking if she was there. And it was a sickly sweet feeling for everyone watching whenever that happened, because Steve would take a few bites and then finish his plate clean. But they knew he’d probably only had a few bites the day before, with how much he gorged on Joyce’s dishes when she was around to eat with him.

Robin stayed in bed with Steve most nights for sleepovers. That night Joyce had, which she’d done quite a few times. Nancy or Eddie had done it several times more, too. Sometimes Steve would say look, he really just wanted tonight alone. And if they trusted the way he said it, he got that. They understood sometimes he did need that. But Robin also hates leaving Steve alone, because she knows nights are worse for him (and in general as well). She didn’t want to be overbearing though, something friends when she was younger would stop being her friends for, but a trait she’d stopped shielding when she needed to be Steve’s open support. But to be honest, even if Steve couldn’t mourn as well if he wasn’t alone at night, those mostly seemed like mourning in the destructive ways.

Steve knew he was safe with Robin, or Nance, or Eddie, or Joyce there, from monsters, and from himself. Not that he was thinking of that last part, he was trying to convince them, but he wasn’t very good at stopping his brain from eating himself alive, because he didn’t feel like he wanted to stop. He wanted punishment.

At one point, after you’d died, Eddie had tried to give Steve something of yours, an item he got from your house when he went to visit your family. When he’d explored your now, forevermore, empty room. But Steve had a moment, and was mad that Eddie had ruined your shirt, forever tainting it with his smell, and his touch, and not leaving it the way you had the day you’d gone to meet Steve and the others. Steve had later apologised for freaking out on Eddie about it. Something Eddie casually waved his hand over, promising Steve never could be freaky, and saying it was okay, he was sorry too. Steve didn’t really want to think about anymore. That top still felt slightly tainted, no matter how ridiculous Steve knew it was. He just didn’t have much left of you, that was still untouched. That was yours, and had still last been touched, moved, adored, by you. So Robin didn’t bring Steve things from your house. She’d just tell him if she found something, if he wanted to look at it, or go over later. To which Steve would generally just nod at her.

Steve had had a few moments, but luckily, he’d had friends there every single time. No matter how different the moments were. If it was him spiralling, down dangerous paths for himself. Him accidentally spooking someone, maybe by lashing out, or just not having the energy to look after someone else, even if they were upset because of his crumbling. Including the ones, where Steve would adamantly deny the facts in front of him. It was like the first two days, Steve knew you were dead. And he always did, of course. The fact never left his soul. But after that things changed, and became slightly more of a purgatory, Steve always seemed even just a fraction hazy.

One time Robin had come back to Nancy crying, and Steve sobbing loud like a broken child on the floor. Steve had sworn it was you who had called. But he’d missed the call, running and slipping since he’d been in the shower when it rang. Nancy and Robin guessed he’d been thinking about you. And with a hand to his forehead between his wails on the floor, Robin knew he’d made the water too hot, again. Steve had tried to call back, but it wouldn’t work. And he yelled at Nancy for not picking up the phone, but that was only after she’d tried to gently remind him that it couldn’t be you. And then Steve had done everything to try and call back, almost breaking his phone till Nancy had wrestled it away from him. And when he realised he couldn’t, either call back, or call you, Robin hadn’t quite gotten through to him about it, Steve had collapsed into pained sobs, so distraught, and so unable to be taken out of his pain, that Nancy was sobbing too.

El had left inconsolable once, because Steve had asked multiples times if she could somehow contact you in the upside down. No one had realised, Steve had gotten El to agree one time, until she called Joyce crying because she couldn’t find you, and now she couldn’t get Steve to talk, he just had his head in his hands. But the next day, when El came to visit, with chocolates she always liked to give Steve since she heard they were good for making people happy, he’d apologised and she was herself quite easily again. Something Robin was very relieved with, knowing it would have wrecked Steve if he thought he’d hurt one of the kids.

Dustin had been turned away by Eddie before, on days Steve said he didn’t want to see anyone, which if he said that exactly, made people come over to check if he was okay. And on a day Steve wasn’t doing very well, and had Nancy and Robin bandaging his hands up because he’d punched a mirror, swearing he saw you in the reflection in a blink of his eye, and thinking for that split second maybe it was a gateway to the upside down. Although they were pretty relieved he realised that wasn’t the case straight away, no one wanted Dustin to see Steve like that, least of all Steve. But even Dustin’s visits, as the encouraging little brother, didn’t always bring a smile to Steve’s face, even a fake one he couldn’t muster. Some days, there was just little that could help.

Robin thought maybe Steve only sometimes thought this, even if there was a 0.5% chance always in the back of his head, that maybe, somehow, you were still alive somewhere. It wouldn’t matter where, because then Steve would find you. Robin wished more than anything they had your body, mostly for you, but also for Steve, and for all your friends and family. But she wasn’t going to risk anyone, to go on a suicide mission. And she didn’t want anyone else to leave Steve either. Steve wouldn’t always bring it up. But occasionally there’d be flare ups, where Steve would go on about how you could be out there. Robin was the one who’d decided she’d never flat out disagree with Steve if he got like that. He always needed one person he felt like he could always trust. So even though she never encouraged it, even if for the first week, and now she still had that 0.4% chance in the back of her mind, she’d more try to go through why Steve thought that, and be by his side as the others tried to explain.

But Robin felt at least slightly successful with every little breakthrough she and Steve had together. She was normally there for his, even if she wasn’t the one helping him get to that point anyways. But the biggest breakthrough came a night, where the day leading up to it had been pretty normal.

Keith had actually been very generous with bereavement leave for Steve, even indulging Robin every time Steve called the store in tears, panicking, and needing Robin back immediately. Today had been okay. None of them were good. But she’d come over about 9am, Eddie calling right before he knew she’d leave, to say he was dropping off McDonald’s breakfast for them both just before ten, because he had to go help his uncle with some errands today.

Robin had helped set out a fresh set of clothes for Steve, ones Nancy had left in a pile in his room yesterday afternoon when she’d been with him. Robin smiled at her little post it notes Nancy left around, for Steve, and for his friends around the house. But Robin setting out Steve’s clothes always helped kick him up just a notch enough to get out of bed and go shower. Eddie had stayed for fifteen minutes, and Steve had even watched this time as he and Robin threw hash browns off each other’s faces. Steve sometimes found it hard to watch, when other people were smiling. Robin had been really proud of him today.

Then Steve even picked out what they should have for lunch, and although Robin wasn’t sure Steve could exactly be craving a salad, she was still really happy he’d suggested something, and got to work on Nancy’s refrigerated Tupperware boxes and groceries. Nancy liked to cut things up when she had the time. Robin was pretty slow no matter what she had to cook, because otherwise she was clumsy, and no one liked to focus on something and leave Steve alone. Nancy probably chopped things up yesterday when Joyce came to visit Steve as well.

The one time Robin cut her finger when cooking for Steve with Eddie, Steve had had a full blown panic attack, but he also either thought it was your blood he was seeing, or remembered yours. Steve threw the knife to the side, grabbing Robin’s wrists and panicking, until she soothed him into remembering where he was, and who he was with, and that she was unharmed, and when Steve was back, Eddie could take him away for a second while Robin found the newly restocked first aid kit. The other times she’d hurt herself since, she’d hidden them from Steve’s sight very quickly.

Steve had picked between a variety of activities Robin suggested after lunch, and two person board and card games it had been. Everyone had been buying or donating games to the Harrington household, even the kids had been giving theirs over. So Steve never was bored of any of the games, and he could play them.

Hopper and Karen had actually both taught Steve how to play solitaire, when Mike and El had dropped off some more game to donate. A joke even Steve gave a breathy chuckle at when Eddie said there two people to explain the most famous one player game. But Robin was glad Steve might have something to do to take his mind off things when alone. She knew focusing could be hard sometimes right now for him, so she got that they both tried to explain the game. Also, Karen and Hopper did talk over each other quite a bit in explanation.

But after that, Robin had whipped something quick together for dinner, and Steve had stayed to talk with her in the kitchen the entire time. He even got out glasses and some soda. Even though Robin did most of the talking, Steve took part, which was good. But also, Steve liked talking with Robin. Because she’d talk so much, and be so passionate about what she was saying, he didn’t even need to say much to be part of the conversation, and it was something about his best friend he really appreciated at the moment, even though he used to joke about never getting a word in edgeways. Eddie was a bit the same.

Steve held the remote as they channel surfed, sitting on the couch together with their meals on their laps, since neither of them really liked the silence while eating, and Robin was pretty talked out after finishing her story in the kitchen.

But when Steve had flicked through two news channels, he froze as he immediately recognised the scene in front of him. It was from a romance film you loved, about two thirds of the way through. Steve recognised it from the first frame, from the first note of its score, as he turned over the channel.

Robin recognised it too, although she hadn’t watched it fully, and she hadn’t watched it nearly as many times as Steve had with you. She tried to keep her face blank as she looked to Steve, only a light questioning, curious expression, to see how he was feeling, before she let any of her own thoughts and feelings make him spiral. But Steve simply said “Gotta put something on, the food.” and picked up his fork, turning the volume up enough to cover any chewing sounds, like he’d done for Robin since the first time they watched tv and ate together. That had been long before he lost you.

Steve had finished quickly, but that was just a few scenes before the most important part of the romance film. The confession scene. And Steve was crying before it had even started.

Tears streamed down his face, the two leads finally starting to open up, and explain how they were really feeling. His eyes not even brown, but looking black, so big and red ridden, his cheeks drowned. Robin felt her heart hammering watching Steve crushed again, but she tried to be the best friend she possibly could, as she was always learning to now. Robin reached just a little for the remote on the coffee table, eyes questioning on Steve. But he turned to her and shook his head, so she leaned back and kept the movie on. Steve watched the film, as Robin watched both it and him. Scooting even closer, so their sides were pressed together, as Steve continued to cry. And then, even Robin was tearing up. Especially as the scene continued. And Robin wrapped her arm around Steve’s waist, her other holding his closest hip, and they both quietly sobbed watching the love confession scene, of your favourite romantic movie you’d watched a thousand times.

Just a scene you never got to live out in your young life. A scene Steve never gave you.

Steve turned to Robin as the couple shared their first kiss, the happy score coming on as the confession was over, it all goes well, and with the way Steve’s shoulders are shaking and his chest is heaving, Robin knows he needs her. She immediately opens her arms, pulling Steve in who sobs heartily into her shoulder, all her shirts used to having snot and tears and spit on them now. And she cries too, quieter than Steve, but still all the same, as she rocks him, holding him close through his heart break, through his loss, through his pain, as Steve cries loud into his best friend.

Steve mumbles everything he’s said a thousand times over. How he’s lost you. How he needs you. How you can’t be gone. That Steve wants you. That you’re dead. And that word hits hard. That word took him a while to say, after the second day of screaming it.

And when Steve pulls back, and Robin holds him still, Steve looks deep into his best friends eyes, and he shakes as he tells her the one thing he still hasn’t said yet. “I loved them.”

And Robin rubs her hands up and down Steve’s arms, as she smiled so sadly, and wept so dearly. “I know.”

Steve hiccuped, and a small groan left him. Robin still smiling sadly, still stroking him. Steve looks down, but not a lot, and Robin can always tell Steve’s thoughts, even if it’s gotten harder now. Steve just wants to think.

“How did you?” He asks, sniffling, and swallowing.

Did you know too? Maybe if Robin knew... maybe you did too. Steve just wanted you to know. He should have given you that. But maybe if you knew... even if you didn’t feel the same way, maybe you knew somebody loved you, maybe you knew he saw you just like you did him, before you were stolen.

“Well first of all, you were very romantic, lover boy, always talking about them, always filling the world with your golden thoughts about them.”

Steve liked the way Robin spoke. He thought maybe she’d picked some stuff up from Eddie too. Even knowing his loving thoughts about you had been spoken into the world you’d been living in... even if it wasn’t the one your body was in now, it gave him just a flicker of hope. A bite less of guilt.

“And...” Robin faltered now. He hands falling to Steve’s wrists, and he looked up more inquisitive now.

“And they talked about their crush on you. It’d only been a couple of days before... into the whole upside down thing. Otherwise I’d have manoeuvred you two into each other as soon as I knew, even if I had to trick you and lock you dinguses in a room or something. But that’s all y/n talked about those days.

Steve sucked in air. People didn’t say your name much anymore. Probably scared of his reaction, but Steve missed it. He needed people to bring you up, to remember you, to say your name.

“All they talked about was how they’d been in love with you for years, but recently it was too much to bear, and they just had to tell you. I told them to go for it, that I thought you might realllly like them back! But, y/n wanted to wait to tell you after we saved the world.”

Robin looked up at Steve. He was still crying, and she was joining him again. Her hands squeezed his wrists, and Steve’s knees turned to face Robin those few centimetres more, leaning warmly against her own. “And I agreed. And I wanted to wait until you brought it up again. Until you said again, that you loved them, like you used to tell me every day.”

Robin had hoped it would be less painful that way. While Steve wished it had been you he’d been telling it to every day instead.

“And... was it the right thing to do?” Robin gasps for air with her sob, shaking under Steve now.

And his breaths were gasping, his best friends starting to mirror, as his head shook up and down. “Yeah... it was.”

Robin threw her arms around Steve again, and he moaned as he held her back, so so tightly. Gripping onto Robin’s shoulders like he’d never have to let go again, as Robin nearly scrambled on top of his legs. Both of them crying open mouthed into each others shoulders. Teeth and spit and tears latched on. Neither of the best friends caring about being any semblance of perfect, and not wrecked, not when they were with each other. And they held each other so tight, so hard, as if the grief in their hearts was a magnet, pushing them even closer, but Steve and Robin never wanted to let go of each other, to help the burden of that grief.

Steve and Robin missed you, so much.

#this is great and thank you for sending this #I found this in my drafts from when my phone wasn’t working and I couldn’t type v well and I’ve been wanting to finish this for ages #love plots like this gimme more I will always 🤲 #Steve Harrington/reader #platonic stobin #Steve Harrington #Robin Buckley #stranger things #Nancy Wheeler #Eddie Munson #Joyce Byers #el jane hopper #dustin henderson #Jim hopper #Mike Max Lucas and Karen mentioned as well #Steve Harrington angst #Steve Harrington blurb #ask #anon #platonic stobin thoughts #Steve Harrington thoughts #platonic stobin & reader

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A TWISTED FAIRYTALE 🖤⛓

PART -01

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Haitani Ran x Shimizu Y/n x Haitani Rindo

@rinrinmylove @sleeplessreader @trashmemebitch @ranmahaitaji @slutaholic69

˗ˏˋ 🖤 Synopsis ✦ ˎˊ˗

Y/n was an ordinary girl with a not-so-ordinary job. What's her secret? What's her past? What made her stand here, in this position? It's all a secret known to none. Everybody knows she's hiding something behind the sweet smile of hers. Is she actually innocent or someone worse? Mystery surrounds her just like the fog that surrounds bonten's company. What do u think happens when her 2 boses become quite intrigued by her, growing an unhealthy obsession over this innocent or not-so-innocent girl?

Tw : Bonten!Y/n, Female!Y/n, Yandere!Haitani brothers, Toxic parents, Abuse, Mentions of Eating disorders, Family trauma, Obsessions, Bonten shenanigans, Mentions of murders, Dark content.

Being a bonten executive sure wasn't easy. Especially when you're the new member who's quickly ranking up. Who were you? What were you doing before you joined bonten? Where were you from? It was a thing known to none. No one knew anything about you. Well, none except the higher officials at bonten.

Oh how the girls despised you— You were what they would call "Perfect" . A Perfect beauty, a Perfect lady, A Perfect wife material, A Perfect assassin, a Perfect spy, a Perfect hacker and the list goes on. Oh how lucky the said criminal organisation was to come across a young, beautiful yet smart and valuable Object.

Thats right, an object. You were used as an object for as long as you can remember. In your home, by your parents. In your school, by your friends. Everywhere.

Mikey found you when you were at the verge of dying. He rescued you from those monsters who you'd call "Family". It was then you decided to devote your life and soul to the man standing in front of you. You wanted to prove yourself useful to him. There must be an opportunity somehow right?. It was then Mikey was attacked. It was a sudden one so there weren't many people around to help. That day you proved yourself to be useful by taking several bullets for him. Mikey smirked As he knew he did an amazing job taking you in. Just like Sanzu was one of his most loyal dogs, you were one too.

You were considered incredibly strong and cold. But were you actually? Or was it your trauma? You don't know yourself. Truth be told, you were never a strong girl. You were the weak girl who cries for the slightest of scratch. But it all changed when your father died. Or— your mom killed him. That was when your mother started abusing you. Even though she killed your dad, she was the only family you had so you still loved her very much. But the cops had to find out and arrested your mom right in front of your eyes. You remember it as if just happened yesterday. The memory was fresh. You couldn't forget it no matter how hard you try. Afterall the ghosts of the past haunts you mercilessly and escaping them was impossible.

Walking to your office, the sound of your heels clicking the floor was heard by everyone causing them to drop the conversations they were having to bow down to you. You liked the scene. People bowing down to you. You were important right? That's why they're bowing. To show the respects they have for you. You're not worthless, you said to yourself. You're not worthless. You're not worthless. You're worthless. You're not worthless. You're worthless. You're worthless. You're worthless. There it goes— the screaming inside your head started once again. You wanted it to stop. "AHHHHHH STOP IT... 'M NOT..... WORTHLESS.....HELP.... PLEASE...." that was all you were able to scream before you broke down in tears hugging yourself for comfort.

“Hello, little flower.” you heard a new voice say, 'h-huh?' You say to yourself ad you didn't see the man coming. Turning back with teary eyes, puffy cheeks, pouty lips, mascara running down your face. God you looked like a mess. A pretty one, if I may add. "Shushhh now pretty girl, wouldn't wanna get you all worked up over nothing would we?" He saw the way you looked at him cluelessly. You looked very innocent. So fucking innocent that he'd let down his guard if only you weren't a bonten executive. There's no way you'd ve innocent right?......Right?

"Ah how impolite of me to not introduce myself, I'm Haitani Ran and this is my younger brother Rindo. Pleased to meet you princess". That's when you found another pair of Lilac eyes staring right at you soul. Quickly getting back on your feet, bowing to your seniors you managed to mutter a "Y/n ...... Shimizu Y/n". "Shimizu you say?.... ah what a nice name for a pretty nice lady. Shimizu.... innocent.... a name innocent just like it's owner.... " You heard him mumble something to his brother before you fainted in the arms of the elder Haitani.

"She's weak sir, looks like she didn't have a proper meal for atleast a weak." This confused the haitani's. You were rich enough to buy a whole 5 star restaurant, then why did u starve yourself? But they said nothing and only nodded to the doctor indicating him to leave. You sure are gonna get an earful from your seniors when you wake up. The older haitani went out to blow some smoke so the younger one was playing games in his phone untilhe heard you speak. "S-stop please....'m sorry... wont do it again...." Poor Rindo was confused, were you having a nightmare? He decided to wake you up because you were basically squirming around uncomfortably.

"Where am I?" You said, rubbing your eyes not looking at one of your seniors who was waiting for you. "Shushhh its alright Shimizu, you're safe, in a hospital " in the softest voice possible. That was when you looked at his face and man oh man it was Rindo. Rindo Haitani, the cruel executive who gets mad at— well everything.

You immediately said "You didn't see anything, bye" and ran out of the hospital, getting into a random uber and to your home. How were you gonna show your face to them the next day? You were supposed to look as a cold girl not pathetic like this.

The next day, you woke up, did your regular morning routine and checked your schedule to find out that you had no work other than kill some traitors with sanzu at noon and attend a meeting with the boss and other higher ups in the evening. Sighing heavily you drove off to to the headquarters only to find the haitani's at the reception signalling for you to come over. You sighed and let out a ❝ I don’t even want to look at you right now Haitani! ❞ and went to your cabin right away. The day has just started and you already feel like dying. Since you had nothing to do for a few hours, you decided to go to mikey's room and ask for extra work. Like hell you'd do, you just passed your time by watching a series you found on Netflix.

Soon the clock stuck 11.30 and you knew it was time to finish some people off. Walking to the basement sighing heavily, you found the scarred man leaning against a table visibly looking annoyed. "Took you long enough Shimizu". He was confused when you walked in, with a face looking so- innocent? Even though he believes in mikey, he wasn't sure if you'd be able to do this, in his way atleast. Pretending to not hear him, you continued to look for the perfect material to finish those traitors. How could they betray mikey? They sure didn't deserve an easy death. Grabbing a gun and Sanzu's katana, you started making your way to the damn traitors.

Stabbing the man in his right thighs with the katana, totally ignoring sanzu at this point you chuckled to yourself. "Thought you could get off after betraying mikey huh?" An amused smirk making its way to your lips. You took off the hairpin from you hair and stuck it directly on the man's heart. One hand gently ruffling the man's hair, the other one pushing the katana deep inside him slowly. You decided to ignore the man's screams just as you ignored Bonten's number 2. Just as you pulled out the katana and the hairpin, you punched the man hard, with a force that pushed him and the chair he was tied to on the ground. He broke some of his teeth, which you tossed over to sanzu for his valuable collection. You moved him slowly, softly, as if you were a flower. But then, the way you kicked him right in his injured stomach said otherwise. The gut-wrenching screams this man made, made you feel alive. You proceeded to stab him in the stomach continuously like a psycho, muttering something along the lines of him betraying mikey. You didn't even bother to check if the man was still alive by now.Handling the rest of the matter to Sanzu, you left to take a shower. Ain't got no time to waste on low-lifes like him.

Visualization for Y/n.

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[berthemorisot14]

Deep Levihan

Although I ship them, I don't really focus on whether Levi loved Hange.  Hange is the one who stood by him until the end, she’s a great character, and she saved the humanities strongest’s life many times, so those facts just speak for itself. It's strange if he did not love her, be it romantic or platonic. (Somehow, I could never see Levi as a sexually mature romantic person throughout the series.)

Let me go deep into Levi’s feelings about Hange, though.

The first sign was at the beach, when he said, “do not touch that it may be poisonous.”

Aside from the fact that this was the very first time that Levi ever seemed to care delicately about someone, that’s very typical of tsundere( ツンデレ) character of Japanese romance story. Briefly, cold outside but warm and loving inside.

Westerners may not be familiar with the common plot of Asian romantic comedy when 2 characters seem very aromantic and even hostile but grow to love each other. 

FF to Chapter 126, up until Levi was seriously hurt, Hange probably did not know that she actually cares for him deeply. Her feeling is transferred to Levi, of course when she said “Maybe we should live here together”. What happened next is not shown from the manga, but it is certain that they had a long  conversation until the morning.

Before he was hurt, Levi did not know the whole intention of Yeager brothers. Hange should have explained everything and convinced him to serve the greater good of stopping rumbling and saving humankind. Otherwise, it is not possible that he appeared in front of Captain Magath and asked for coalition. Besides, Hange must have given him her thoughts about why it is pointless to fight against yesterday’s enemy when genocide is imminent, and Levi fully agreed with her. Although Levi said his intention is to kill Zeke, soon the intention was changed to killing Eren.

After the coalition of Marley and Eldian soldiers, a fierce fight broke out between Jean and Reiner about Marco’s death, however, Levi did not show any emotion towards Annie, who killed all of his previous squad. He had a change in his viewpoint about the world.

On the sailboat towards Odiha, Hange probably visited Levi regularly to check his health and fill him in with the situation. That’s why he knew that Yelena is awake from her fever, and tried to join the interogation. They were in constant touch with each other.

Hange is a natural pan and a free spirit and although she loved Levi deeply, she could also love someone else at the same time. When she flirted with Pieck. Levi reacted, and I think the most strong signal was when he uttered “Don’t say things like that guy (Erwin).”

He was never afraid of losing someone, and this was the first time ever that he showed his vulnerability towards losing Hange. Sadly, Hange already made up her mind that she will follow her fate and sacrifice herself. Probably she knew that all this fight is in vain, still she did her utmost to abide by her integrity.

I respect other Levi shipper’s opinion if it’s not about disparaging a character without reason. It is only the question of taste. Just see Levi’s face when faced with 2 other important persons’ death in the ship world. Erwin and Levi have a very special relationship, however I see more of a traditional Japanese Shogun-Samurai relationship in them. Petra is a typical character that serves love interest (of both other characters or fans) and again it’s me personally that it’s felt clichéd. The feelings of Levi towards Hange is something profound that grew through thick and thin.

Why did IH leave Hange till the end? I think its IH himself who dearly loved this character and that’s why her death is drawn so gracefully compared to other soldiers.

Only thing our lover boy Levi could do at the end was to give his heart to this magnificent person. That is the first time ever, again, that he uttered this mantra 心臓を捧げよ. At the death of Hange, he became a whole person who understands the meaning of life, how sacred life can be despite the futility of it.

I hope the last season really serve them well, hopefully with “some additional scenes” which they duly deserve.

#levihan #levi x hange #levi hange #why does hashtag not work again?

[mightybeck]

Mighty Warriors Chapter 4

Sibling Rivalry

It's been several days since Beck became a Mighty Warrior and he still couldn't stop surprising himself with his new copying abilities while his sister Keyla helped him train him with his transformations. It was time for the fight for Beck, it was going to be a quick fight. Although he didn't know who his rival would be, suddenly everything turned dark on the battlefield with a dark fog. "This is not normal," Beck said with concern and suddenly a blade came out quickly towards him but he deflected it with his Sword Arm. "Not bad for a rookie" said someone who was approaching from the fog and came out of the fog revealing his appearance, he was the same as Beck only red with his feline ears a little longer he also had a scarf only it had three points that looked like the tail of a fox but what stood out was its right technological eye "maybe we are not completely similar but we have more between us" said the rival while showing his claws similar to metal blades and suddenly threw his claws towards Beck starting the fight Beck dodged the first two blades but the last one made a cut on his cheek and the rival grabbed him tightly and slammed him hard on the ground until he broke it "wow I thought you were going to be faster than me I see that if you are a cheap copy of me" said the rival while looking at him with hatred, Beck was too injured and no one could help him since the battlefield barrier was activated but he did not give up and was able to get up although very sore "maybe I'm a rookie but I'm still trying" said Beck challenging him and the rival took out his claws again to make a lethal attack but Beck grabbed the rival's claw tightly since he had the Armstrong transformation that made him have great strength and resistance with a yellowish metallic armor and giving the rival a great strong blow. and using the Stronger Gatling Arm Gun that fires several projectiles quickly and although the rival dodged and deflected he was able to hit some, even breaking some of his claws "YOU ARE NOTHING WITHOUT YOUR SKILLS!!" The rival said with great anger and rushed towards Beck, scratching him fiercely with what was left of his claws but Beck gave a strong blow to his technological right eye, breaking it. The pain was extremely painful for the rival, both got up to continue fighting but the Pain and fatigue made them fall silent and the dark fog returned but it went towards the rival "this is not over brother. ." The rival said before leaving and leaving some scratches with his claws, Beck was so exhausted and stressed by what just happened especially what he said "R-ray. .?" said Beck as he saw that the scratches were actually his name and he fainted, Keyla and others went to help him and after a time of recovery Beck was fine again or so he thought since he had questions about everything from yesterday and he didn't know what to do but he knows that he must look for the answers.

To Be Continue. .

#mighty warriors

[scarlett-vixen]

R with Satan and fluff please? Thank you!

I’m sorry this took so dang long, you were like the third person to request but I wanted this to be good!! I’m so extremely happy you chose Satan for this, I had him in mind when I picked the word👀 I cheated slightly and built off a previous hc I have on this don’t sue me

Prompt: R- Romeo

Pairing: Satan x Gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff

“Two households, both alike in dignity

In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,

From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,

Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

From forth the fatal loins of these two foes

A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life,

Whose misadventured piteous overthrows

Doth with their death bury their parents' strife.

The fearful passage of their death-marked love

And the continuance of their parents' rage,

Which, but their children’s end, naught could remove,

Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage—

The which, if you with patient ears attend,

What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.”

Satan had read the entire play three times now, beginning to end, but he kept coming back to the prologue just for that one line.

“A pair of star crossed lovers”

The words etched in his brain, he had assumed he would make a connection about the two of you while reading, but he didn’t realize just how strong the connection would be.

It all started a few months back, he had been regaling you with his knowledge on why the rose was a symbolic item of romance in the human world and it’s equivalent in the Devildom, you had teased him about it when he finished.

“Okay Romeo, I just asked why they don’t grow down here, I didn’t need a romance lesson.”

You had caught him off guard, Romeo? Who’s that? Satan had been unsure if he should be offended or concerned, you confusing him with the name of someone else was not common, however your smile and laughter told him perhaps he was over reacting.

After that you had casually continued to call him by the name. Satan noticed though, you never used the name when any of his brothers were near, you only used it in a teasing manner when the two of you were alone.

He didn’t quite understand the joke but seeing the smile on your face when using the name made his heart flutter. He had been hiding his feelings for you for a long time now, always assuming you were far more interested in one of his brothers, love was a very foreign feeling to him but he knew that’s what he felt towards you. Yesterday though, things became a little more complicated.

The two of you were sitting at your desks comparing notes before class ended, the bell rang and you packed your things to leave, as you walked behind him you had softly said goodbye.

“See you back at the house, Romeo!” The name had been much quieter than the rest of your words yet it lingered the longest in his mind. Satan felt his cheeks warm up, that was the first time you had used the name outside of the HoL, he still didn’t know what it meant but he had stopped caring mostly.

Satan started to gather his things when he heard footsteps approaching, he turned to find Solomon with a shit eating grin on his face, the wizard laughed before speaking.

“How adorable, who would have thought the Avatar of Wrath would ever be compared to Romeo Montague, though it is very fitting for the situation I must say.” Boldly taking a condescending tone with the fourth born, somehow he had overheard you as you left the room.

Satan was entirely confused at this point, why was this Romeo so important? How did Solomon know about them? Were they one of your ex lovers? He felt a fire flicker in his heart at the thought. Tired of not knowing, Satan questioned why the name was so amusing.

Solomon had explained that ‘Romeo’ was a character from a very famous play in the human world, that the comparison between Romeo and the other main character Juliet to Satan and you was actually very interesting, Solomon could tell the fourth born was still confused and had offered to loan him his copy of the play.

Now here he was, alone in his room reading through the play for the fourth time, unsure of where to go from here.

This was a love story, a tragic one but still a play about two hearts in love, did you really feel the same way? Was it possible that you got the same feelings he did when the two of you were alone? Did your cheeks flush at the thought of him? Did your heart race when his hand brushed against yours in class? Was the nickname Romeo your way of revealing that you were in love with him?

He considered, for a moment, running to find you and confessing his love. He wanted to admit his feelings for you the same way the two lovers had in the play, you up on the balcony looking over the HoL’s garden and him down below looking up at you as the moonlight caressed your face, then perhaps he could finally wrap you in his embrace and know what it felt like to have you close.

But love is a cruel mistress. The more Satan thought about you the more he thought about the ending of the play. What if your love was forbidden just like theirs? What if somewhere along the way he lost control of his anger and hurt you? He could never forgive himself if he did. He wanted you happy more than anything, even if that meant keeping his feelings a secret.

After a while, Satan put the book down and decided to go for a walk to clear his mind. He was heading down the hallway when something caught his eye in the library, there amongst the rows of books stood you. He lingered in the doorway for a moment, he never knew why but something about you always captivated him, you looked just as stunning as you always did. As if you were pulling him in by an invisible rope, the fourth born started walking towards you.

“But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and Juliet is the sun.”

You jumped slightly, the sudden voice startling you, Satan watched as you turned to face him. He felt his heart speed up, what the hell was he doing? His mouth went dry and his hands felt clammy, he had involuntarily quoted the line to you with no plans on how to follow up, what idiot does that?

“So you finally read the play?” The Avatar of Wrath watched a blush creep onto your cheeks, the warm smile you gave made him melt, he was in too deep to back out now.

“I did, and I hope that I’ve interpreted the theme properly,” Satan made his way towards you, gently taking your wrist and pulling you in close, lacing your fingers together in one hand and placing his other on your waist. “However, correct me if I’m wrong.”

Gathering all of his courage, the fourth born closed his eyes and leaned in, he placed a soft kiss on your lips terrified of being rejected. Satan pulled back just enough to look at you, the blush on your face now more pronounced, he felt his own face grow hot realizing what he had done.

“No, you got it right.” You gave a sheepish smile, your eyes locked on his lips, Satan was sure you could hear his heart beating in his chest.

“Good,” He wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you flush against his chest, his other hand still intertwined with yours, he locked his lips on yours once more, this time trying to convey the pure passion he had for you all along. He released your lips from his own and brushed his cheek against yours, he softly whispered against your ear. “Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight, For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me satan #obey me mc #obey me fluff #obey me satan fluff #obey me satan x reader #obey me satan x mc #omswd satan #om! satan #kats 200+ event

[anin13]

Shumori chapter 3

TW: swiss idol ideation, survivor's guilt, self image issues (not body), Diabolik Lovers. You can read all interactions as platonic or romantic, whichever suits your taste, it is ambiguous here on purpose mwahaha! The only official romantic relationship so far is SubaruxYui

Yuma Mukami felt out of place in his new school uniform. Their benefactor, the king of vampires, had it custom made for him because apparently, people who were almost 2m tall were very rare in this country.

He felt the soft fabric of what was technically a custom tailor-made suit he'd never thought he'd get to wear at any point during his mortal life. Even when he did go to school as a human boy, the uniform was coarse and most of his classmates had to outgrow it by a lot to be able to get a new one. Plus, he remembered a few flashes from his little time at school: it was rowdy, full of dirty kids and jokes.

Here in the present, both classmates and teachers were quiet and formal; this huge school with marble floor felt cold and a bit eerie.

He'd been living in a huge castle (and in a mansion) for a while now, but sometimes his bed felt a bit too soft, the water too warm, the floor too clean. Like he didn't actually belong in his third life; he felt there was something that wasn't true and it often made him wonder why he can't remember anything to get some kind of clue of what.

The only reminder of the blank in his memories was a nightmare about a village's destruction. Had he caused it, or had he been caught in it? It was very vague but he must have gotten his burn marks from somewhere.

Something must have happened so Karl-Heinz had chosen him along with Ruki, Kou and Azusa to become vampires to serve him; actual monsters.

Either way, he was proud that the Sakamakis, Karl's real offspring, had fallen into their trap last night, even if the hat guy had immediately seen who it was; it had made the right impact because they weren't calm as a clam. He saw a Sakamaki guy holding a Teddy bear and muttering something to it while glaring at him earlier today.

He'd hoped for a bit of more aristocratic chaos and scandal, but it was okay. With their guard up, they'd soon reveal their skills and assets and the mission would begin.

As for Eve... he felt a bit sorry for her, since she was being dragged around like some kind of pig, but Ruki said they'd try and charm her into their side first, and if that didn't work... oh shit. Where the fuck was his classroom..?

Shu Sakamaki was sneaking out of class to sleep in the music classroom, as he just couldn't summon the stamina to keep his head above the desk in that incredibly tedious biology class. The music teacher had even given him a key to the most comfortable classroom in secret after some subtle blackmail.

He'd predictably heard of some new "students" arriving at school right after the sighting of the amateur terrorists, but so far he had only met a guy who had excused himself in history class to go to the bathroom looking like he was about to vomit. Maybe the guys from yesterday were some other people.

As he made his way, a huge shadow was coming from the next hallway, hanging on the wall. It would be a drag if he was caught wandering the hallways; what was this kind of bodyguard silhouette doing, here, anyway?

Being old as hell and having to abide by rules set for teenagers was so annihilating for motivation to exist, it-----!

That face. It's like he was seeing a ghost.

But it was flesh and bone. Ish. It was a vampire, like himself, but not a pure one. He couldn't breathe. He stood still and so did the tall guy.

He was just like Edgar, if he'd ever had the chance to grow up.

If it weren't for you.

He came back as a vampire. How and why? He looked so strong, too! It couldn't be, yet here he was. He could have looked like him and be someone else, but you can't fake a scent like this one he remembered so well. Would Edgar remember him? Is he now targeting him, his family or Yui?

Yuma stood still when he came face to face with a blond guy. He looked way too old in the eyes to be a high school student and definitely smelled like a vampire.

Another Sakamaki. What's with that face? He looked sad and shocked, like he'd seen a ghost or something. It annoyed him; he had a privileged life, with handsome looks and everything! What the fuck could he ever be goddamned sad about??? He grew irritated. And couldn't help but think, does this guy know something I don't? He surely didn't seem like the arrogant bastards he'd imagined all of those brothers would be like.

As the moment hung on too long and began to send him chills down the spine, Yuma tried to form a casual smile to pass by, and the typical non-smile you give strangers when you're feeling awkward came out instead before he rushed by into his godforsaken classroom.

He definitely didn't remember Shu, his dubious childhood friend whose name he'd carved on a tree with his. Could it be for the best? If there was someone who deserved to free him from this world, it was Edgar.

Yes, some deserve to die to stop causing harm, but... is it true that the ultimate love confession in the vampire world is having your beloved kill you?

And Shu couldn't help but think it was good to see him again.

He didn't feel he deserved to be friends with him again; he wouldn't harm him a second time. But he wanted to talk to him. About what, and why? His eyes were prickling hot, he was at a loss. And in the middle of the hallway. He ran into the music classroom, turned off the lights and locked the door behind him.

It was nearly morning when Christa Sakamaki had finished the ritual. Yui's idea was not bad at all, she loved that kid so much.

The collective dream she'd induce on Subaru and his half-brothers would be made out of their own imaginations; she only hoped their minds weren't too contaminated with harmful stuff.

A naïve hope, but either way. Subaru could surely handle it. Not so sure about the others, but they'd wake up next dusk; they were pretty much immortal, after all.

Good thing the city of Kaminashi didn't have a large vampire population because the dream would include any vampire within a 2 km radius, her skills weren't as practiced and refined as Karl's.

Yui had told Christa the idea of the collective dream to help them face themselves and each other for support while Subaru was getting some tea from the castle kitchen; she hoped Yui wouldn't face any retaliation from the brothers if they found out whose idea it was even if she said she was prepared for it.

Despite Yui's best efforts, Subaru had a really hard time connecting to others and could use a little push (or full-blown slam) because Yui wasn't immortal; Subaru can't just depend on her for every emotional need, she didn't want him to repeat the pattern she'd had with her own son that had hurt him so much with Yui. And the rest of the brothers were Karl's victims too; she'd give them the chance she never had.

-It is done. -she declared, snuffing out the last candle with a mischievous smile.

-Sweet dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree..?

Meanwhile, the Sakamaki and Mukami households were preparing to sleep in their respective beds, iron maidens and coffins, but were probably gonna get more than they had bargained for!

Oyasumi, Oooo-yaaaa-suuu-miiiii!

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers fanart #diabolik lovers fanfiction #diaboys #shu sakamaki #shumori #yuma mukami #omoriau #yumaxshu #shuxyuma #shuuma

[drunkonaheistinspace]

in the tall grass

originally published: December 8th, 2019

reworked: December 3rd, 2023

Pairing: Illinois x gn!Reader

Rating: General Audience

Tags: fluff, friendship, mention of horror movie

"Illi?"

"Yes?"

"I have a very important question and I want you to answer it truthfully."

"OK? What is the question?" You took a deep breath, because you would need it now.

"HOW THE HELL DID WE END UP HERE?!"

You got no answer from the adventurer, which made you believe that he had no answer good enough to satisfy you. And it all started so harmlessly.

You two have decided to just go camping like normal people do. Without looking for any treasures. Without fighting for life. Only the two of you and the beauty of nature. The well-deserved holiday that was due for ages. You found a nice place for your camp, pitched your tents and wanted to explore the area. And before you know it, you found yourself in a large field with ridiculously high grass. In addition, none of you knew exactly where the other was.

"All right, you wannabe Indiana Jones! Before we find the way out, we should first find ourselves! "

"Didn't we have the self-discovery trip last month?" He asked jokingly, and you could not help but roll your eyes.

"You know what I mean!" You called back. "We just have to keep talking!"

"Okay ... um ... do you think I have a chance with that girl from yesterday?"

You stopped. What was the idiot talking about?

"What?"

"Well, the cute girl from the bar! It was clear that she was interested in me! "

"Do you mean the one who poured her drink over you? Then, sadly, I must tell you that she was not interested in you at all. What did you say to her for this to happen?"

"I have no Idea! I just said hello to her and seconds later I smelled like Bloody Mary!"

You stopped again. Earlier, you heard Illinois in front you, but now he was behind you. You ran walked him!

"That will not work! We just walk past each other!" You called in the direction in which you suspect your boss. He groaned only annoyed.

"Other idea!" You suggested. "You stay where you are, and I look for you!"

"Alright!" Came the answer. "Do you know what this reminds me of?"

"What?"

You make your way through the high grass, hoping that fate is still an asshole who insists on making you two walk into each other no matter what.

In your first year, you had actually tried several times to quit and forget about Illinois. That ended with you crossing his path only weeks later and you were drawn into a new adventure. At some point you gave up and now you could not imagine a life without this idiot. For him, you became an important element on every adventure, and he doesn’t know what to do without you by his side. These were his words. Not yours.

"This horror movie we watched last week. It was called ´In The Tall Grass´, if I remember correctly."

"It was completely stupid and confusing!"

You could not say much about the plot, except that it was based on one of Stephen King's countless books and that the guy from Conjuring was in it. The movie bored you and you were about to fall asleep several times. Only the fact that the movie was confusing as hell kept you from entering the world of dreams.

"I have no idea what you're talking about!" Illinois exclaimed.

"That’s probably because you fell asleep ten minutes into the movie!"

You had never seen him fall asleep so quickly and for a moment you were scarred that would fall of the couch. Instead, he landed on your lap and used it as a pillow for the rest of the night.

"Did I miss anything interesting in the movie?"

"Not that I know of. I did not understand what was going on for most of the time. "

Only a few meters and the two of you would reunite. You continued to fight your way through the green hell and did not notice a stone sticking out of the ground and fate being fate, you stumble upon that very stone and fell into the strong arms of your hero.

"I understand that you have fallen for me. You do not have to demonstrate this every time," joked the adventurer.

You grumble something incomprehensible before you put yourself back in the upright and got some distance between the two of you.

You have found each other, but now what? How are you going to find the way out of here? You did not even know how deep you were in it. Suddenly, you remembered this one scene from the movie, which made sense for once.

"Let me climb onto your shoulders!" You said out of nowhere.

"What?" He looked at you completely confused. If he had not fallen asleep so early, he would understand what you meant.

"Let me on your shoulders so I can see over the grass and find the way out of here!"

Without any questions, he helped you get on his shoulders. You had to admit that it was surprisingly comfortable.

Now you could see across the green sea and see where you were. Luckily you did not go too far into the field, and you were only a few meters from the edge. You navigated Illinois through the field and after a few minutes you were out of the green nightmare. Carefully, you climb off your companion.

"Well, that was fun! Let's never do that again!" The adventurer announced.

You nodded in agreement and you two made your way back to your camp. Unfortunately, fate had other plans, but this was a different story.

#ghost writing #illinois x reader #in space with markiplier #a heist with markiplier #ahwm illinois #iswm illinois #fanfiction

[wevelocityteampresents-blog]

I thought Cassiopeia told me to meet them at the back of the school at night.

What’s the director doing outside the school?

What?! Clavell was Clive the ENTIRE time?! It’s not like I knew that right from the first Star base!

The next time you put on a disguise, try shaving off your facial hair first.

Completely impossible.

Right... Very tricky of you, Clavell.

Oh boy! One of the important Trainers near the end of the story fights you using the Pokémon you and your rival didn’t choose. (And it’s the Pokémon that’s strong against the one that you chose.) Never seen THAT before.

At least he’s being honest this time.

Tyme looks familiar...

Penny?

Not really...

Who knew that shy, awkward tech genius had a sinister side to her.

You must be a fast writer if it took you THAT much time to finish that letter.

Well, I did my part. And now, you can see how this battle played out too!

That’s honestly pretty sweet.

They really do deserve each other.

He does have a point. With moves like Blazing Torque or Magical Torque, both the Trainer and their Pokémon could get reduced to roadkill.

Beats picking trash off the side of the road.

I thought he wanted me in his office.

I thought I would’ve received a Master Ball here. For Miraidon.

Wait, WHAT?! That must be a federal offense of some kind. I actually used some of those points during the adventure. I’m an accomplice to the crime!

You sure you don’t want to contact the police about it too?

It almost seems like yesterday when I first enrolled here.

Hearing “cringey” in a Pokémon game is like hearing “True dat” in a Sonic the Hedgehog game. It feels so off.

At least you don’t have to deal with any serious charges.

This TM would have made more sense to be given by Penny if her ace Pokémon were a Dragon Type evolution for Eevee.

And that’s the end of that. Still can’t believe they’ll never let go of the whole twist villian thing they’ve been using since Sun and Moon. It was interesting at first. But now, it’s become so predictable that I thought Cassiopeia was actually Penny by the time I beat Eri. (And I was right.)

Isn’t there some sort of browser on your Rotom Phone? Don’t you have any dictionaries lying around? Because I’ve never heard of the word cheugy either. Until a few days ago, that is.

Yeah. It’s pretty lame.

I guess that’s as good as a Master Ball.

I bet you say that to all your patrons...

See? League Points are like a legal form of currency. I could be facing serious penalties for gaining and using them illegally.

But what about Steel Bottle (G)? I guess I’ll have to play the Japanese version of the game to get it.

I thought I could buy multiples of them. Or can I?

Now that I managed to get all of those other things out of the way, it’s back to business. Once I train up Steel Eater, it’s off to the Paldea League!

What is this move, and how did I never know about it until now?

#pokémon #Pokemon Violet #director clavell #Tyme #Penny #Eri #atticus #Mela #Giacomo #Ortega #Team Star #Crabominable #Alola #skeledirge #Paldea #screenshots #Nintendo Switch #nintendo #Game Freak #Creatures Inc. #I guess we'll gloss over that federal offense then

[elgatt0]

Inside Wolves

Chapter II

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Maybe memory lapses are something to worry about

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Legend pov  

I wake up with a start, fear and despair freezing my blood and leaving my body numb.The dripping sweat made my clothes uncomfortably sticky and squeezed my lungs desperate for air.

The sky that was dark and empty was now clear with a damn star blinding my eyes. But I gain a moment of relief when a worried face blocks the sunlight.

"Hey, are you okay?" It takes a few seconds for the purple spots in my vision to disappear and reveal my hero's face: Rancher, his vivid blue eyes pierce mine in sincere concern, shit.

I take a few deep breaths to let the oxygen bring some sense to my brain. Painfully and slowly I sit up with my muscles clenching tightly, sending painful shocks throughout my body.

Oh, if it's not the consequences of my choices. If I had my harp of the ages I'd go back and kick myself in the face for not taking off those damn extra layers before I went to sleep…

…to sleep? I slept? I place the palm of my hand on my forehead to ease the growing pressure in my mind as I try to remember what happened.

Empty sky....silent forest...apple…red ground…blood...blood…blood....wolf.... sailor........sailor?

SAILOR!

I jump to my feet, ignoring the protests of my bones cracking and the rancher trying to calm me down. I look around for the boy, for his dead body.

I see his body, but he's very alive and talkative for someone who's throat was ripped out. The sailor was acting out an imaginary sword in what I assume was another one of his thousand fantastic pirate stories. 

The one-eyed hero was listening  with an amused expression on his face. It doesn't surprise me, the sailor was the only one who could make him genuinely smile, besides his wife. I remember the surprise of discovering that the grumpy old man was married, but my greatest surprise was seeing that dark face light up with a smile for the first time. Although I'm pretty sure the idea of making kids with his wife was what really excited him that day.

I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding.  A dream, a nightmare actually, but when did I sleep? I lay down on the grass, but I didn't wake up in the same place…Captain Flat Ass threw an apple and then…then…him

Empty sky....silent forest…corpse…red hair…blood...blood…blood...Wolfie…

My head hurts terribly as I feel dizzy with purple clouds filling my vision. A gentle, strong hand holds my shoulder firmly, preventing me from falling into the darkness of fainting.

This goat maniac is really being my guardian angel today.

"What's the matter? You're paler than goat's milk, Did the makeup-free captain visit your dreams?" Said captain gives the rancher such a dirty look that I could hear all the dirtiest words polluting his mind, eager to be spilled from his mouth. I was rooting for this to happen.

"It was nothing, I'm fine." I regained some of my composure and tried to slouch away from the rancher's hand, but he held my shoulder firmly, more than necessary I would say. He was worried, like the damn mother cucco he was, even though he didn't say it in words, he wanted the truth and I was trapped in his clutches, with no lies to escape.

This gives me a strange feeling of déjà vu…

I tried to organize my thoughts, but the train overturned and took everything with it. I must have been standing there staring into the void for a long time because the grip on my shoulder became more intense to the point where I felt a little, familiar , pain, which was impressive given that I was wearing my red tunic.

The rancher notices my discomfort and finally takes his hand off my shoulder with an apologetic look, but still waiting for an explanation. Mr Scarf was also looking at me strangely and silently, I feel like he wants to say something but holds back, probably still upset about yesterday. Until when was yesterday real? It's all so blurred in my mind that it feels like an old dream.

"It was just a nightmare…And back pain, that's all" A short truth without details. The rancher didn't seem satisfied, he wanted to say more, to know more, but he remained silent because he realized he was being too intrusive, good for me. 

Maybe not

An awkward wall of silence stands between us, each one wanting to say something but it was there to stop us. 

I'm not mad at him, it's just that I'm not used to someone worrying about me…The rancher was a nice guy, cares a little too much but he will always be there when you need him and even when you don't want to need him.... like a dog . 

Maybe I'm just overreacting, maybe it's my mind playing tricks again, it's not the first time, the island, the wolf…

A clap of hands breaks the wall and the sound flows again, the captain had a sweet smile but a sour look. "Today is going to be a long day, so do yourself a favor and eat breakfast properly, this team only has room for a grumpy old man" their attempt to try to cheer me up and relax the tension is something adorable, a good move, but I am too tired for that.

I just shake my head and leave without another word, feeling their worried eyes following me.

There is a lot that remains unsaid, whether due to a lack of trust or the right to privacy, secrets, memories, dreams …Sometimes I feel stupid for being so rude about everything, I should talk more, trust more, they are reincarnations of the hero, not Ganon.

Why can't I tell them about Wolfie? It's not like I haven't already tried to bring it up but...Something always stops me… Someone…why, why, why…

My head hurts terribly again as I walk to my things in short steps while my pain follows me in long steps kicking my ass. 

I didn't leave it here last night…

I crouch down and grab my bag which, magically, is always full of food in the morning, no longer surprising. Maybe if I use it as a pillow, the wild fairy will leave rupees too, who knows.

I sit leaning against a tree, eating absentmindedly, looking at everything and nothing at the same time. The sun was bright and vivid and the forest was still, strangely, silently morbid.

It's like the saying goes: nothing is so bad if it can get worse. Our arrival in this era was not the best, and the course is getting even worse. That village should have been our support anchor but it only served to sink our leaky ship. But despite everything, why do I feel like they didn't lie?

Someone sits next to me, I don't need to look to know who it is, the sweet smell of magic mixed with moldy earth is enough:

 "What do you want?" The question came out harsher than I wanted, but my bad morning mood didn't allow me to feel bad about it.

The traveler raises his hands in a sign of peace "No need to bite, I just want to sit and enjoy nature like you"  

"Find another tree to lean your ass against, mine is already here."

"Oh come on! The tree is roomy enough for two a-"

" What do you really want, traveler?"  

The humble hero recoiled a little at my harshness, this time my bad mood wasn't enough to suffocate the guilt I felt. 

"You're still as sharp as those mountain rocks when we arrived in this era. That's good, I guess hahaha"  He laughs, rubbing the back of his head with his hands awkwardly, not knowing how to continue the conversation, or if he should continue.

"Sorry…" The food seems bitter to me now, I blame my mood for that.

"It's okay, I know you're not a people person and I don't want to be nosy but... Since the last battle you seem a little..." 

Our last battle....everyone remembers it vividly while I only have blurs of memories…"It was probably for the better" That's what the little guy said when he brought the subject up.

"More jerk than usual" I finished the sentence for him.

"What!? I mean, yeah,  a little bit… but No! That's not it! What's wrong? You don't look well, you don't eat much, you're always tense, on alert and what happened a few moments ago…" Of course he saw it, everyone must have seen my drama.

"I know, I know! It's just I…. Wol - It's complicated" I keep imagining how pathetic I looked to wake up in a panic attack, even more so from a silly nightmare, they must think I'm crazy. 

Traveler moves a little from where he sits uneasily "You know… last night you-"

"We have to continue" The old man appeared out of nowhere causing my soul to leave my body. How long had he been there?!

"You should share your silence technique with the sailor, my ears would love that" I get up, putting the rest of the food in my bag. 

The old man ignored my sarcasm and frowned in disapproval at my minimal eating, not uttering a word. He doesn't need to, his eye speak for him.

He stares at me for a few more seconds before sighing and letting his mouth speak for him this time:

"We will split into groups of 3, this will allow us to explore the area more widely and prevent the enemy from ambushing one of us alone" If they are real I can almost hear it from his mind, glad I'm not the only one getting paranoid.

"And then we gather here, sounds like a good plan" I finished getting ready to play Lost with freaks in a bizarre forest in an unknown era, day 2, but then I remembered the traveler was going to tell me something about last night:

"Hey-" Before I could ask anything, he had already left to join his team. I just watch him walk towards the captain and skyloftian with a strange feeling in my heart. It probably wasn't that important, just my curiosity.

A  poke in my ribs changed my focus, the little guy had a big smile that was antithetical to his height:

"Hey, looks like it'll just be the two of us for a while" He waves to me to follow him, the others are already following their paths.

"I thought we should form a trio" I follow close behind as we walk through the forest.

"Well, yes. Our third member ran ahead earlier to check the perimeter, you know him" Rancher , typical of him.

"Wow, someone's not a good boy " 

"He'll be fine, he's already faced monsters almost 100x his size, a macabre forest shouldn't be anything" 

"Tell that to the old man when he finds out we broke the plan in less than 5 minutes" 

" If he finds out" the little guy smirks.

"Wow, what you lack in height you have in courage"

"Very funny, make fun of my size all you want, because unlike you I'm small for a reason, it's my battle tool"

"Yes of course, to bite the shins of your enemies" 

"ha ha, have your laughs one day you'll see." He points forward "Well, there's no reason for the old man to be mad at us, our third member is coming"

I look in the direction the little guy is pointing hoping to see the goat-loving rancher.

But I only see the woe-loving beast.

Out of so many heroes, why did he come to us?!

I'm grateful that I didn't eat much earlier because it would be certain that I would throw up everything now due to the strong churning of my stomach.

The headache didn't help my misery either.

As I struggle to keep the food in its place, I see the little guy running towards wolfie, riding on his back like a docile horse.

With his tail wagging, the beast pretended to enjoy the attention... like last time 

…Not again…

…Again?...

  

…Why again?...

...Has this ever happened?...

…Sailor?...no…

…It was not real…

…It was not him…

...It was them…

Bones and metal crushed, screams of agony, the green grass turns red, ran-

The world spins around me, my legs weaken, my knees bend and the ground embraces my being. 

Heavy boots and worried voices torment my ears before my consciousness falls into darkness. There was someone else there

" Go help them, I'll take care of the veteran."

" We're going back to the village "

Ordon Village

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#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu #lu fanfiction #lu fic #linked universe fanfic #my silly writing #lu chain #lu time #lu twilight #lu warriors #lu wolfie #lu hyrule #lu four #lu legend #lu wind #lu au

[zestyderg]

Alright this is part 1 of the new joe au I made

TW for blood just in case

Yea he got fucked up, just not in the way he expected.

The breme ambushed him, leaping onto his shoulders and gripping him tightly with its claws. The vivosaur managed to pin joe down and seemed to grin at him as it slowly lowered its muzzle towards his exposed neck and then carefully sunk its fangs in. Joe had expected to be killed then and there because this unusually strong breme did not budge when he attempted to dislodge it, but to his surprise the breme actually let go, jumping off him and opting to stare at him instead of immediately fleeing. joe took the opportunity to subdue it with ptera before it could run off. Joe thought that would be the end of it.

The cowboy may have won the battle but that breme won the war...

Once he gets back to Caliosteo hes fine at first, but a day later and he's in the suite bundled up in blankets feeling positively awful. He's very achy, feverish, and his mouth feels like it's on fire. Now years of adventuring and dealing with vivosaurs have made Joe's immune system pretty strong, so he doesn't get sick very easily. But this, whatever this is, seems pretty bad, so after a rather unhelpful trip to the doctor (couldn't give him a diagnosis, so he was just given a fever reducer and pain meds and told to get plenty of rest) joe holes himself up in his tower and tells his staff that he will not be seeing anyone until he's better.

Everyone thinks he must be really sick. The bb brigade and patrol team are busy making cards and getting flowers and just doing everything they can think of that could cheer joe up. What none of them realize is that joe is in fact not sick anymore. He was sick for like 2 days and he's been in his tower for almost a week.

One may think 'oh he's fine,' but uhm...

No the fuck he isn't

He's changed

And he's panicking

He woke up one morning feeling remarkably better, but he felt off somehow, and when he looked in the mirror the being looking back at him looked less like a man and more like a monster.

Pointed ears, very sharp teeth with elongated canines, and glowing red pupils. Hell, his tongue was forked now, and as he quickly finds out, totally prehensile.

This is all very concerning, he did NOT look like this yesterday. Also he finds it highly suspicious that this little transformation happens directly after he's sick, and begins to think the two are linked. Then he thinks about how he only got sick after that breme bit him, heck, he's got fangs that look an awful lot like a breme's fangs. Seems pretty sus to him.

Ok so obviously this all is more than enough to make joe panic, but that's not what keeps him in his tower.

That would be the blood cravings.

Joe is still shocked and confused over his new look, but then he gets this urge, the urge to sink his fangs into someone and suck them of all their blood. Obviously he is NOT happy about that. Eating regular food does not make the craving go away, and the urge is only getting stronger and stronger. It scares him. He's just glad that no one's around to see him like this.

Then the staff leaders decide they need to check up on him and Terry goes up to his suite.

When he steps out of the elevator, Joe is standing there with a look that Terry can't quite place. Not that he has very long to actually think about it, because Joe barrels into him and digs his fangs into Terry's neck and begins to drain him.

Terry thrashes to get the cowboy off, and manages to dislodge him after a good kick to the chest. Joe stumbles back and when he locks eyes with Terry, his expression shifts from raw hunger to confusion and then when the realization hits him, terror.

Terry meanwhile, with one hand holding a bit of his neck gear over the bite to slow the bleeding, stumbles towards the elevator. Joe calls out to him, apologizing profusely and trying desperately to get Terry to let him help. Terry however just wants to get away, but Joe follows him into the elevator.

In the elevator they just stand there, Terry glaring at Joe with a look of pure betrayal and confusion, and Joe looking like a kicked puppy while trying his best to explain that he had no idea what came over him and that he didn't mean to hurt him.

"Then what the hell was that all about? Joe, you bit me and from what I could tell, tried to SUCK THE BLOOD OUT OF ME."

"I uh... might be... what ya call... a vampire now????"

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

Joe explains what's really been happening while he takes Terry to the hospital, ignoring the strange looks other people are giving them, and that Terry showed up at a really bad time.

He forgives Joe, but tells him that he has to tell people, his appearance cannot be easily hidden. His fangs stick out, his pupils fucking glow red, and his ears are long and pointed. Oh yeah, and he CRAVES. BLOOD. Everyone else is gonna find out eventually, and it won't take the bb brigade and patrol team more than 5 seconds to realize.

Terry is quickly patched up by doctors. His wounds aren't actually that deep and aside from the blood loss, he's pretty much fine. Joe is giving him as much vacation time as he wants, and if Terry needs anything, Joe will help him. Terry doesn't think all that is necessary, he just wants to tell everyone what happened and then go back to managing Cranial Isle.

So later on that day the bb brigade trio and the patrol team are summoned to Joe's suite (since Joe did manage to suck quite a bit of blood from Terry, the craving is gone for now and everyone figures its safe to let the kids be near him now). The staff leaders, Scatterly, and Joe are there, and, just like Terry predicted, it took the kids approximately 5 seconds to realize something was very wrong with Joe. They all thought they were summoned so Joe could tell them that he was ok, he was better now, and that there was no need to worry, but taking one look at him and they realize that probably wasn't the case. Lola picks up on his vampiric traits first.

"Whoaaaa Joe, what happened to you? We thought you were sick, but you look like you took a trip to Transylvania or something."

"....ehehe.... ya could say that..."

Then the truth dawns on them all and Dina's like "Wait are you actually a vampire???"

"...yes?"

"..."

"BITE ME. BITE ME RIGHT NOW. I WANNA BE A VAMPIRE I WANNA BE VAMPIRE!!!"

"No, Dina. No ya don't. It ain't fun, it ain't cool. Besides, I don't wanna bite any of ya, and I don't know if simply bitin' someone will actually turn them."

">:["

So while Dina sulks because Joe (responsibly) won't make her a vampire, Rupert's like "ok but what about the whole drinking blood thing vampires do. Is that a concern here or...?"

Terry shows him the bite mark and everyone turns to stare at Joe.

Joe, guilty and embarrassed as hell, tries to explain that yes, its a big heckin concern and that he might attack people like he attacked Terry if the craving isn't dealt with. Stella suggests animal blood as a substitute, and if that doesn't work, to maybe ask a blood bank for extra human blood. Joe doesn't care what the solution is as long as it doesn't involve him being forced to kill people (also he doesn't mention the Breme that bit him, he figures he'll deal with that later). He promises he'll try his best to restrain himself but he can't guarantee anyone's safety. Seeing Terry's bite mark, everyone is hesitant to trust him but the kids are the quickest to put their faith in the vampire cowboy, and that they are willing to take that risk. They refuse to treat their friend dad like a monster and Joe is so very grateful for that (and slightly concerned that they would risk being possibly bitten by him).

The staff leaders, especially Terry, are wary of him, but they want to help their boss so they're gonna do their best to help Joe keep the blood cravings under control.

Scatterly has read up on tons of legendary creatures, including vampires, so he wants to compare vampires of myth to Joe, because "My goodness, vampires are real now!" And he wants to make a journal detailing what a real vampire is like and maybe even publish his findings for others to see. Joe agrees to help him with this, but he isn't keen on any of Scatterly's findings being published. Scatterly understands, documenting a real vampire is already a treat in of itself.

And oh boy, is Joe a real treat of a vampire.

#fossil fighters #fossil fighters champions #joe wildwest #zesty's ramblings #my doodles #i present to you: the vampire joe au! #the breme that bit him would be cackling right now if it could see him #absolute menace to society #and the fighters association has no idea what kind of breme is in their possession now lmao

[dreamwritesimagines]

“But the aftermath of the dispute? That you had not known about, until now.” yeah.....nope, that’s not common either you effin rabbits LMAO. i’m kidding, good on them but now TALK! “You were sleeping very heavily.” OH SHUT UP LAKSLKAS stop he’s so smug i hate him. NOT THE SCRATCH MARKS ALSKALKS. these Obsessed Harlots™️ oh my gosh they really did Get It On™️ last night huh jfc. they need a jug of holy water if i’m honest.  “I am very much pleased with myself,” of course you are. you’re not called Anthony Whore™️ Bridgerton for nothing lmao. “I won’t mind fights if they end the way they did last night.” further proves my precious statement akslaks he’s still so smug about it even paragraphs later lmao. but gosh, the latest Whistledown honestly just annoyed me but lol gossip is gossip and never had it ever been the truth.

“Until then there is something we must talk of, now that you mentioned implications.” THANK U. FINALLY. “There’s not a fight in the world that can make me stop loving you.” SEE WHAT I MEAN WHEN THEY WOULD JUST TALK. good things comes to those who Communicate™️ !!! and also, i’m actually so impressed with Anthony here alskaslk i mean it’s the bare minimum i know and i know he’s always been mature, he had to grow up early unfortunately. but he’s being so open and patient and reassuring and just very Adult™️ like he’s the one instigating that they should talk about it instead of sweeping it under the rug. and he doesn’t mind reminding Cherie that he loves her, and that night was just one mistake that will never happen again AND i’m sure he won’t hesitate to remind her over and over until it sticks.

“I will never break your heart again. No matter how many arguments or fights we have. Your heart is in good hands my love. I will make sure of that every day for the rest of my life.” MY HEAAAAAAART “I’m sorry.” i’m so fucking happy i actually could cry. THE BABIES ARE GROWING UP. MATURITY & CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT WE LOVE TO SEE IT <;3 “That will never happen to us. You will never even hear the word divorce from me.” awwww look at them <333 who knew all they needed was to let out that steam with some Good Angry Sex™️ so they can have that sweet sweet talk afterwards <3 alskalsk

“Do you need Lucie right now?” aaah Iona you precious bean. she deserves to have her moment with Lucie. they’re so cute <;3 “They both spent the night at the Trenlove household.” i am both worried and intrigued. “Seething in anger, and yet he remains quiet about it as if nothing happened.” i can’t explain it, but this really really sounds soooo much like Percy lmao. it’s Percycore™️ to act unbothered even if he’s not.

“Asked not to be disturbed, but that does not apply to us. Go ahead.” LMAO I LOVE THAT. i love Aunt Lavinia so much, she literally kicks ass and takes no shit and she lets her brother know that he might be a duke or whatever, but she’s still in charge. ALSO THE WAY CHERIE AND PERCY GREETED EACH OTHER WAS SO CUTE. i’m so happy that their father-daughter bond is growing strong <;3 “You’ve read Whistledown.” omg lol i keep forgetting that Percy is always ALWAYS in with the gossip too lmao. add secret gossiper in the Percycore™️ list

“Yesterday morning. When he came here for Elias.” AWWW PERCY AND ANTHONY BOND <3 i need more of this duo i swear they’d be so powerful together.

“That was the reason why she danced with me for the first time, she wanted to see what made me tick.” awww :// my Perssandra heart </3 they would’ve been so so good together. “She knew more about me than I care to admit by the time the dance was over.” or perhaps you immediately felt intrigued and Enamored™️ by her from the very start, prolly even safe that it made you open up without realizing maybeeee??? tbh i’d read a whole novel of Perssandra even if it ends in tragedy alkslkas

“Do you want to guess what he would do to the person he hates?” thank u Percy. always my voice of reason aslkaslakls. you and Elias are really helping my sanity here LMAO. “Perhaps you and Anthony should go back to Aubrey Hall, finish the season earlier.” but we want the juicy drama Percy! come on! imagine if Cherie told him that if they did do that, he’d have a grandchild before the season ends. he’d have a heart attack lakslaks

“But you’re not alone in this, do you hear me? Whatever we do, we do it as a family and we will make sure we’re unharmed in this.” *clears throat* we’re all in this together sorry sorry alskalska but he’s so right and he should say it. they’re such a powerful family if you really think about it. like their skills and knowledge just go together so well.

“But he didn’t force me to apply the parliament for divorce, did he? That was all my doing.” AW NO PERCY stop this is making me sad :(((( he’s still living with that guilt after all these years. and it hurts to think that he probably always will until the end of his days. bc he’s not really wrong either. it was the lack in trust he had with Cassie that broke her at the end of the day. sure, Frederick was Cassie’s childhood friend i think it was, of course it hurt that he’d started all those rumors. but i don’t think it would’ve compared to just how painful it was when Percy himself started believing it. “It was my actions that put your mother through hell at the end of the day.” see what i meaaan. ugh we love a man who takes responsibility of his own actions. “She didn’t blame you.” // “She should have.” STOP MY HEART UGH. but Cherie is so sweet about it tho. and she’s also right, Percy doesn’t need to be so hard on himself. he did try to make it right, he realized and learned from his mistakes. he’s still a good man and a good father. “My mother was very adamant in not giving the past enough power to drown you. I’m following that advice, so should you.” hear hear!!

“It almost sounded like a business deal.” well, it is, to be honest. especially to most. Cherie and Cece are one of the lucky ones bc of the love marriage and that they managed to have husbands who wouldn’t care about it. “I want whatever you’ll give me my love.” UGH THEY’RE SO CUTE.

“No one is to even enter the hallway, we must be alone.” OOH IT’S ABOUT TO GET JUICY. “My father lost all our money to Frederick.” Oh? “Fred*rick committed fraud.” OH?? “And both fraud and forgery are capital crimes.” YES GET HIS ASS IN FUCKING JAIL!!! i knew he was a silmey piece of shit. fucking hell he didn’t even have honest money??? “Elias doesn’t like it, and neither will you two but I think you should hear it nonetheless.” oh god....right, let’s hear this then. “and the best way to hurt you is through Anthony.” Cece....i’m with you and i’m still staying with u (barely) but i’m frickin worried. “He was saying how you had a temper like your mother, and how that would be an issue down the road.” the fucking gall of this man. and he claims he loves Cassie when he’s speaking ill of her when she’s already dead? jfc.

“If he believed you were on the verge of a divorce.” WAIT WHAT. “No. That’s not happening. We’re not even discussing that.” // “Exactly!” Thank you! I’m trying to—” i’m sorry but i’m with the boys here !!!! “But it would make Frederick suffer and die.” of course she’s up for it ugh. this is not going to end well. “it was the perfect plan.” NO IT’S NOT. it’s a plan, a decent one, no dangerous one. BUT IT’S NOT PERFECT. IT’S STILL BAD. “Just like what your mother would have wanted.” oof, i’m not too sure about that.

“Mother would never want you to go through that hell. You’re fooling yourself if you believe otherwise.” I AM WITH YOU ELIAS I AM SO SO WITH YOU. i sure as hell know that Cassie would never ever approve of this. like she’s spent all her life protecting Cherie, she took Cherie AWAY to France so she could preserve her innocence and keep her safe and so she didn’t have to deal with the scrutiny of the ton growing up and they’re going to do this?? which is the exact same thing Cassie worked so hard to prevent and shield Cherie from?? do we really think she would put revenge above the safety, security, mental and emotional health of her own daughter? 

“Great, then it’ll be my fault.” oh god, oh no. UGH HE’S SO PROTECTIVE IT HURTS. Anthony your hero complex is showing alkslask but he might be onto something here. on one hand, it will keep Cherie away from ruin. they never blame the man as heavily when it comes to infidelity unfortunately. but not quite thooooo bc that won’t erase the fact that the ton will still blame the woman in this. i mean hello, it’s the 18th century, misogyny at it’s peak. they will still gossip about her, say things like 'something must be wrong with her' etc. or ‘she’s not as strong as she is to hold down a rake’ yada yada and hello?? the in the first scene alone Cherie was the one who cared so much about the Whistledown paper and what the ton thinks, are we really sure she can brave this on without crumbling under the pressure??? i know she’s thick skinned, she’s been raised that way. and i know she can take this with her head high especially if she knows the full truth. but people still have limits and when they’re going to be the talk of the town day after day after day, negative comments after the other, saying bad things about your marriage, your husband, about you, someone’s going to break at some point. WHICH IS WHY I STILL DON’T THINK THIS IS A GOOD IDEA.

I HAVEN’T EVEN MENTIONED CHERIE’S INSECURITIES !!!! I mean they JUST talked about it at the start and ugh. I CAN POKE SO MANY HOLES INTO THIS PLANS. miscommunication? misunderstanding? insecurities??? what if the problem will stem from inside the house a.k.a. Cherie and Anthony having an actual quarrel??? what if Cherie starts thinking that Anthony is actually starting to regret the marriage for real??? and this is the perfect excuse for him to be a “rake” in the guise as a ruse???? i know she trusts him and everything but ugggh INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS CAN BE SO CRUEL. Cherie i am keeping a heavy eye on you here. You know this is part of the plan. i swear if you start not being able to separate fact from fiction, i swear if you start villainizing Anthony again I SWEAR.

“You’re the devil incarnated, that’s what you are. Every time I see you I have the urge to throw holy water at you.” ELIAS LMAAAAAOO I LOVE THIS LINE SO MUCH. “Yeah Cece, he needs to know because I need to stay alive for this plan to work.” THAT’S WHAT I WAS THINKING LMAO. do we really think Percy won’t run straight to Anthony with a fucking shotgun in hand when he finds out about him being unfaithful and doesn’t know it’s a ruse??? “No, Anthony makes a good point for once.” FOR ONCE. I CACKLED. he HAD to get that in there to balance out his compliment LMAO. he can’t show love to his boy unless it’s a bit backhanded. i love these two so much.

“Very well then. Let’s pretend to hate each other.” ugh, it’s fake enemies now huh. i can’t believe Elias is the only one who at least had a bit of braincell in this. the plan COULD work, but it also could go wrong on so many levels i caaan’t. but sigh, they’re going to pretend they don’t like each other behind close doors too for the staff. i wonder how that’s going to affect their nightly activities when they can’t even be a foot near each other with out jumping each other’s bones LMAO. maybe this is a good lesson for them, a moment of celibacy bc they’ve been going at it like rabbits. BUT AH. i want this plan to work so that Fuckwad™️ can finally die very unpeacefully, but i’m also so scared this would blow up in their facessss. but gosh, we’re almost near the end, bittersweet but i can’t wait!!!

– TM Anon™️

Omg darliiing hiiii! 😱😍❤ Oh I’m so exciteeeed! ❤

Loll Cherie probably feels like she unlocked a hidden aspect of fighting 😂 And they really did!😈

Holy water omg😂

Anthony Whore™ Bridgerton YOU ARE RIGHT AND YOU SHOULD SAY IT😂 I think he was smug for the whole day 😂

Exactlyyy! I think it changed a lot of things that Anthony wanted to talk to her that morning ❤ Like, he actually assured her that he would never cheat on her and that fights/arguments don’t mean a relationship is doomed, and she needed to hear that ❤

Character development is so much fuuun, I love it! ❤

Iona and Lucie miss each other a lot now that Cherie is living in Bridgerton house! ❤

Percycore™ I AM SCREAMING AT THIS YES! 😂 Percy would never let anyone see how he really feels about Frederick’s return💔

Aunt Lavinia and Cherie are so similar in that aspect! ❤ Like, I’m sure when Elias becomes the duke, Cherie will still not care about his title at all😂 She can come and go to his study as she wishes 😂

Percy and Cherie are on much better terms and they’re growing closer ❤

Percy and Anthony as a duo, that would be amazing! ❤ They’d make quite the team😂

Awww Percy was enamored by Cassie for sure, even when they first danced❤ He was head over heels by the time the dance was over ❤

tbh i’d read a whole novel of Perssandra even if it ends in tragedy alkslkas Honeeey, this is incredibly sweet of you to say! 😍❤

Lolll if Percy heard he’d have a grandchild…😂 He’d get so emotional! ❤

🎶We’re all in this together🎶

They do make a very powerful family❤ If only Cassie were there too, they’d be unstoppable❤

Oh yes, Percy will feel guilty about what happened until his last breath 💔 Cassie was the love of his life, and she actually loved him and trusted him only for him to believe Frederick and stab her in the back with that whole divorce thing💔 He will try his hardest to make everything perfect for Elias and Cherie but deep down, that guilt will never go away ❤

Yesss exactly! Like, normally Elias and Anthony were supposed to care about “having heirs” and all that but they’re both so in love with Cece and Cherie that they couldn’t care less about the gender of the baby, which was quite uncommon back in those days ❤

He deserves jail for all the pain he caused Cassie alone, and fraud and forgery were like, unforgivable crimes back in Georgian and Victorian era 😈 I feel like Frederick thinks he was the only one who could “handle” Cassie’s temper and they’d have a happier marriage than Cassie and Percy….he’s that delusional 😏

i sure as hell know that Cassie would never ever approve of this. like she’s spent all her life protecting Cherie, she took Cherie AWAY to France so she could preserve her innocence and keep her safe and so she didn’t have to deal with the scrutiny of the ton growing up and they’re going to do this?? which is the exact same thing Cassie worked so hard to prevent and shield Cherie from?? THIS! THIIIIS!

This is so so true! 😍❤  This whole plan goes against everything Cassie tried to keep her away from; Frederick, the ton’s relentless criticism and all those rumors 💔 And the difference is that, Cassie knew exactly what all that could do to a person, Cherie might think she knows but she has no idea yet 😏

Like, all those rumors surrounding her when she first arrived in London? They would be nothing compared to what’s about to happen 😈

Yessss! The way ton would talk about Anthony’s infidelity is sooo so different than the rumors that would happen if Cherie’s loyalty was in question 😱 No one would ever outcast Anthony from the ton, there wouldn’t be any backlash at all –it would be seen as something normal even, considering the era— there would even be people supporting it 💔

If Cherie did it, on the other hand? She could never go back from that, ever 💔

in the first scene alone Cherie was the one who cared so much about the Whistledown paper and what the ton thinks, are we really sure she can brave this on without crumbling under the pressure??? Oh this is a really good question😏

I mean they JUST talked about it at the start and ugh. I CAN POKE SO MANY HOLES INTO THIS PLANS. miscommunication? misunderstanding? insecurities??? what if the problem will stem from inside the house a.k.a. Cherie and Anthony having an actual quarrel??? what if Cherie starts thinking that Anthony is actually starting to regret the marriage for real???

I’m so glad you brought that up love! 😱 So for now, Cherie thinks she can totally handle it but it’s definitely not going to be as easy as she thinks, especially when the insecurities hit her ❤ Cassie wasn’t nearly as coddled or sheltered from bad things as her, and even she found it so difficult to handle it, so both Anthony and Cherie will have to be very careful with this, they’re playing with fire there❤

Loll Anthonias brotp is so fuuun!❤ If they didn’t let Percy know about the plan though, that would go really bad for Anthony for sure 😂

Fake dating is out, fake enemies is in 😂

Oh that’s going to affect their nightly activities, especially because they can’t be seen in the same room so they’ll have to sneak around and they can’t be heard having fun either 😏 

Last 3 chapters! It’ll be a rollercoaster, I hope you will like it! ❤

Darling, thank you so so much for this, you’re absolutely amazing! ❤❤ You’ve made my day with this, ILYSM! ❤❤❤

[boozuru]

Ghostic - Haunted 6

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(NOT JP PROOFED)

Season: Autumn

〈A few minutes later, in the ES medical office〉

Yuzuru: …Yes. My body is not hurting in any way, though.

Yuzuru: I do not want to worry my fellow unit members, so I was wondering if I could borrow a bed for a while.

Yuzuru: …Thank you very much. I will rest here for a while, if you don’t mind.

Yuzuru: ...

〈Meanwhile, in the ES practice room〉

Tori: ♪〜♪~

Tori: ♪〜♪~♪

Eichi: ? What’s wrong Tori, your moves seem more hesitant now.

Eichi: Are you perhaps worried about Yuzuru?

Tori: …Aw, nothing gets past you, Eichi-sama. I never imagined that Yuzuru could wreck himself like this, so it’s hard for me to focus on anything else.

Tori: But I mean it never happens normally, right? That he goes to rest when he has barely taken holidays as a butler.

Tori: This’ll sound rude, but it made me surprised how human he is acting today.

Wataru: It must be because Mr. Butler puts on his mask in front of you. It’s not like he can show his weaknesses to you, now can he?

Wataru: Really, my one concern is what has Mr. Butler been shaken up by so much that his mask has slipped off.

Wataru: Although he also did mention that he has a lot of exhaustion built up from all the work with the student council.

Eichi: He did? Hm, it’s hard to imagine considering his skills with paperwork. 

Eichi: But I absolutely understand your worries, Tori. Yuzuru is the type to hold onto his responsibilities no matter what so he wouldn't worry us.

Eichi: If you want, I could call the medical office? I go there quite often to take breaks so I think I'll be able to get someone on the phone fast.

Tori: Thanks. It would be terrible if he's actually sick. I want to know how he's doing now.

Eichi: Alright. Now just wait a little bit. I think Sagami-san could be dealing with the staff in the medical office right now.

Eichi: ...Ah, hello. It's me.

Eichi: ...Hm. Is Yuzuru really-? I see, that's unexpected... Thank you for telling me.

Tori: What is it, Eichi-sama?

Eichi: Apparently Yuzuru has tucked himself into bed and fallen asleep there like a good kid.

Eichi: But that's not all - something really interesting is happening. Yuzuru is seemingly sleeptalking while having a nightmare.

Tori: Huh? A nightmare?

Eichi: Yes. It sounds like he's mumbling something like "there's no such thing as ghosts". The medical office staff theorize that it's because of stress.

Tori: Really!? So he was holding onto this much stress all this time...?

Tori: I had no idea. Even though we sleep in the same dorm, I never suspected anything because he stayed up later than me and woke up earlier than me...

Wataru: Mr. Butler is still human even with his capable image.

Wataru: He has a strong sense of responsibility, so it's entirely possible that he has taken upon heavy new burdens for himself.

Wataru: And that reminds me -

Wataru: Just as an example, the usually punctual Mr. Butler could be deeply distressed by the small amount of time available for Halloween preparations.

Wataru: This could then lead to his nightmares of being chased by ghosts.

Tori: Ghosts, you say... Now that you mention it, that sounds possible.

Tori: Just yesterday there was this blackout at Starmony dorms, right? I happened to break a glass back then...

Tori: I think that all these unexpected things piling up has put Yuzuru really on edge.

Eichi: I see. Tori's theory definitely holds water.

Eichi: I also often find myself exhausted only after taking a post-work breather. And unlike what you might think, a person in that kind of situation could very well not notice a thing.

Eichi: All these things add up; the packed schedule for the Halloween Party and ES Haunted House, private troubles -

Eichi: If it was just one thing, Yuzuru would overcome it given his toughness. But when these things pile up, anyone would become drained.

Wataru: Hmm. However, everything gets rather confusing when there's no clear source~ It's just like during Tempest Fes, we can't settle everything that easily.

Wataru: Perchance we should just pray that Mr. Butler makes a smooth recovery?

Eichi: Pray… Hmm, that could be good.

Wataru: ...Hum?

Eichi: If Yuzuru is being haunted, how about this? 

Eichi: What if we organized a "ceremonial groundbreaking" at the haunted house?

Tori: C-ceremonial groundbreaking...!? (A ceremonial groundbreaking is a commonly done (often small) ceremony on the first day of construction projects. In a Shinto context, the ceremony is done so the god of the construction area will allow the use of the land.)

#ghostic

[trossy20]

Water Organs

It's been an emotional couple of days. The breakup. The support. The distractions... I came back to work after the trip and found one of my closer patients still there. The familiarity warming my trembling heart because they were as happy to see me as I them (yknow, considering the context with actually still being in the hospital and all). Honestly, these people give me more than I could give them. And there were new kind folks to work with. Barry (don't worry, not real name) has a fun relationship with language, making for quite the story teller. He has a very dry sense of humor. He enjoys obscure words and talks slowly, flatly. He answers you oddly and if you're rushing in and out I can see it being frustrating but luckily I've had the time to really get to know him. As I listened to his life be told, his personality grew. At one point he cracked himself up so abruptly that I thought first, he was about to sneeze, then wince. Definitely thought laugh last. Once I asked him for his talent, requesting another word for heartache. "Success." he said simply. I was hoping for a whole ass new word, but his explanation convinced me this was the best answer. "Success in your having opened your heart enough to be affected so deeply." I'll never forget that. I had the pleasure of having him for a couple days in a row. Yesterday he was feisty and apparently said a couple things that made the doctor find me afterwards to report "he likes you." I was honored. Today was a quieter day. I was busier and didn't have as much time to poke fun at a movie or show, or ask him about his siblings, or wait for him to reminisce. But once I went in and he suddenly said, though his eyes stayed closed, "there's a place you must go." In those words and especially from him, I knew I'd absolutely follow his direction. He sent me to a the water, though following a path. Outstretched and definitely an accidental find if you hadn't known to look prior. Where the ocean flows underneath the cement, the tide passes in and out of pipes. These have listening tubes. Water organs. I nearly gave up finding the place but the search was rewarded. I listened in. Only a couple pipes had their tunes at this tide. The wind was strong, the mist coming in but a belt of light still underneath the overcast that covered the bridge. Birds. Pelicans. I counted them like she would. If I hadn't been mid jog and poorly clothed for the exposure, I'd have waited longer and sat with a prayer. Still, it was definitely enough. I'm looking forward to telling Barry my experience.

#healing #july2022