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colourstreakgryffin · 2 months

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oh no if an angel tried to decapitate Husk daughter who was hiding and Husk see's this and for a moment turned back into his overlord form temporarily and it made the chains Alastor have on him Crack a little. Imagine if Alastor noticed this too

Haha! That’s actually precious in the most tragic way possible! I actually already picture Husk pulling a Charlie and just changing form in that moment to commit Angel murder!

Husk- Daddy’s Little Girl

The Battle for Hell is getting more and more messy throughout every second. Charlie’s getting apprehended by Adam, Alastor had been beaten in ages ago, Vaggie is struggling a bit with Lute, the Hotel crew are already getting surrounded by so many exterminators.

Husk is among the group of the fighting Sinners and whilst he is expertly fending off Angels to protect himself and his new friends, his mind is littered with how you, his seven year old daughter, are doing. If you’re still okay

He had hid you away in the Hotel before the invasion hit, in the deepest parts where both himself and Charlie suspected the Angels wouldn’t be able to find but sadly… both were wrong. Maybe thirty minutes into the intense battle, Husk’s cat-like ears flicked up at the sound of a terrified child scream echoing through the Hotel’s surfaces, something he could hear clearly and he didn’t hesitate to jump down from the rooftop of the Hotel, since he knew that scream is yours

His mighty big red black and white casino-patterned detailed feathery wings spread open and help drop him down after leaping off the rooftop’s edges, climbing downwards, down the many many feet as fast as he can. His wings beating up and down rather hard, allowing him to pick up even more speed. Angel Dust calls out for Husk in shock for his sudden disappearance but nobody tries to actually stop him

Since they all know he’s going to rescue his daughter

Husk rushes into the Hotel, his many weapons prepared to attack. Furious, his ears still flicking with the sound of your fearful whimpering and crying for help, his feet beating with every single step. He needs to find you, you’re in danger! In no time, the ex-Overlord stops his sprint with a hard skid around the corner of the main Hotel’s entrance hallway, needing to make it to you in time

His golden yellow eyes widening in both intense fear and overwhelming unfiltered fury, at the sight before him… he almost can’t believe what he is seeing

“DADDY! HELP ME!”

You, roughly pressed into the corner and being held up by your neck by a single bloodthirsty Exterminator as you sob out with tears streaming and cry out for Husk as loud as you can, the silent angel gripping it’s angelic spear in it’s free hand whilst the other shoves you up against the wall. In that moment, Husk’s hollow powerless soul radiated a powerful magical force, a wave of strength that rushes through his systems and somehow…

That moment of anger and fear for his babygirl, triggered something thought to be completely impossible. His Overlord Magic, the souls’ powers he collected and the strength to attack an Angel full on has crashed onto him like a big tsunami wave, changing his causal black suspender-supported black pants outfit to his past snazzy business-centred suit and slick-black hairstyle, in a single spiral of orange glowing magic. His wings’ patterns had sharpened up, the red colouring glows a bright orange and his golden yellow eyes also grow a lot more sharper

The soul collar around his neck, the invisible magical green chain tying him to the deal cracked, like a big rock hitting a glass window… but it didn’t break

Even Alastor senses this incredible feat and it makes his bleeding wound throb out, gritting his fangs harder whilst hiding off in the darkness of his Voodoo magic. His tight ownership of Husk’s soul just gotten weaker, the bonds around the feline avian demon loosened up immensely for such a insignificant sinner doing a impossible task; temporarily transform back into his Overlord form

Husk didn’t even bother using the weapons, he used his returning power. Dropping those casino and gambling-centred items for battle to take advantage of being able to tap back into the strength he had lost via his deal with Alastor. The weird magical flow coursing through his bloodstream that made him feel on top of Hell and in that moment, he summons a large claw attack from the ground which smoothly slices off the Exterminator’s arms, the disembodied limbs dropping to the floor with a liquidy squish

Before the merciless angel can possibly behead you, as it was already attempting to do so. Having striked at you with its tall sharp spear. The Exterminator had been forced to drop you rather hard, stepping back whilst Husk openly charges this Exterminator and uses even more of his gained-back Overlord magic to case the Exterminator’s mask-covered and halo plus horn-decorated head with a semi-transparent explosive energy-dosed dice-shaped sphere

Shoving the Exterminator off to the right with a rather agile kick, the pure force behind this shove had caused the Angel to stumble back into the nearby wall with a very hard thump as Husk picks you up quickly, feeling your arms wrap around his neck and face sobbing into his suit-lathered chest, little body shivering, cat-like ears and tail drooped down helplessly

Husk‘s murderous rage-glazed golden yellow eyes glare hatefully at the Angel, who’s barely moving at this point, clutched one of his hands together and that magical sphere half-suffocating the Exterminator quickly blows up, effectively killing your attacker with just two magical strikes. You didn’t look at what your father did since you were so afraid of almost dying again and shuddering in his arms

Husk just glared with heavy angered huffing at the body of the Angel he just killed with his returned Overlord power, almost shaking in his boiling protective rage, all for his precious daughter. Nobody touches you on his watch

The ex-Overlord didn’t even get a chance to check up on you, forcing himself to look away from his handywork, to calm down your fearful and pained sobbing and wailing, since the Hotel begun to shake. He didn’t even bother running on foot, he had used a teleporting power in his current Overlord form and transports both himself and you out in a single blink and soft pop of silvery magic

As soon as you’re both out of the Hotel in that quick flash of teleportation magic, Husk spreads his wings again and takes you up off the ground to dodge the big yellow magical energy beam that slices up the Hotel in a single clean strike. It’s menacing, it’s intense but he isn’t going to focus on that until he has you off in a more safe location. Clearly, he messed up and his first decision didn’t work in protecting you

Husk ensures both you and himself are away from the Hotel enough, his mighty feathery wings flapping in the air with strong sharp gusts of wind slicing out every beat up and down, holding himself and you above the ground

He is usually a lazy man, not preferring to fly but right now. He must put you and your safety above everything so he’ll keep you a few feet away from the crumbling apart Hotel and a few feet off the floor as long as he has to, to make sure no other Angel can get their hands on you

He takes those few seconds of nothing and of the brief safety to check on you, rubbing fingers over your pinned-back fearful ears. Tilting your little chin up with your glowing teary eyes looking up at him as your lips quiver and letting out shaky breathes

You haven’t seen your father in his Overlord form in so long… it’s almost surreal that he is right now. The same suit, the same streaked pushed-back hair, the different patterns on his wings. However, he is still your beloved parent

“Are you okay, Princess? Daddy’s sorry that he didn’t come sooner. Did that bad Angel hurt you?”

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seokgyuu · 9 months

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Adult actor!Jihoon who fucks you so hard on camera, it leaves you wanting more long after your scene together. Hehe. 💕💕😮‍💨

a/n: well hello there nana!!! thank you sm for this request, it was a lot of fun to write, hehe. I tried to care a bit less about plot with this one to see how i feel about it and i actually like the way this turned out, so i hope you enjoy to <3 ily!!

PAIRING: PornStar!Jihoon(Woozi) x PornStar!Reader

GENRE: Smut, MDNI!

WARNINGS: no pronouns but female anatomy described, penetrative unprotected sex (loads of it), mentions of tit fucking and squirting, degradation (usage of the words: whore and slut), multiple orgasms, begging, dirty talk

WORDCOUNT: 1.1k

Smut after the cut!

The cameras had already left, just like the people who operated them. The light crew had long ago packed everything up and the director had yelled cut ages ago.

Yet the squeaking of the cheap bed was still echoing through the room, accompanied by your endless cries and moans, your whimpers and screams and Jihoon loved every second of it. He was on top of you, probably for the fifth time in three hours. Before, you had been filming your new piece: a cheap motel for which the slutty student sadly couldn’t pay and so the owner took it upon himself to offer them another way to pay for his generosity to let them stay. It had started with you sucking his enormous cock, your eyes so wide and innocent when you saw it, your mouth looking oh-so good around his length. Then, he had taken it upon himself to fuck your tits, leaving a trail of cum before moving to the next position that was you on top of him. Both of you had taken a few breaks between takes, had eaten and gotten a glass of water. Exhaustion came easy with the job.

To make a long story short, after several takes that had your cunt dripping for him, your orgasms coming more often than they didn’t, your cum already all over his abdomen, his cock, his thighs, the sheets, you still weren’t done with him, still weren’t ready to let go off him and his perfect cock. So, now you were on your back, your legs hanging over Jihoon’s shoulders as he fucked into you at drastic speed.

“Ngh- J-Jihoon! G-Gonna cum!” You cried out, actual tears running over your face and when Jihoon pressed his thumb onto your soaked, overstimulated clit, your legs straightened up into the air, toes curled. You honestly had lost count of the orgasms this man had brought you tonight.

“Such a needy little whore, are you finally satisfied or do I need to fuck your pussy a little longer?” Jihoon’s words made your already pulsating pussy throb even harder, a sob leaving you as you shook your head, back arching.

“M-More, want you to fill me up, please!”

Jihoon chuckled at your plea, having already expected this answer. The perks of being a trained adult film actor was the ability to cum many times in one night, his orgasms maybe not being as intense over time, but still giving you what you want: his cum. He leaned forward, his cock hitting your sweet spot like it had so many times before and his hand wandered to your sweaty and cum stained tits, squeezing them hard as he picked up the pace once more. He felt the way your cunt clenched around him, how even in its exhausted state it wanted to milk him for all he had.

“Fuck, your insatiable, aren’t you? How many times have I filled up your slutty cunt by now, hm? And you still don’t have enough?” His hips drilled into yours, your eyes rolled back into your skull, back arched against his touch, mouth hanging open as you moaned loudly, just the way Jihoon liked it. He licked his lips, watching the way your body reacted to his thrusts, to his words. You whimpered when you felt him press down on your nipple, when you felt him pinch into it.

“Can never get e-enough of your cum, Ji!” Your words made his cock twitch, leaking inside you as he groaned, leaning forward even more to bury his head into your neck, sucking on the salty skin. Your hands found the back of his neck then, nails digging into his skin, your legs still over his shoulders and now also over your head and silently you thanked yourself for the endless yoga classes to become more flexible for the job.

Jihoon’s groans caused your blood to pump harder, your back to arch higher and your nails to dig deeper, everything about his sounds making you want to keep going forever.

But when he moved back down, thumb pressing on your abused clit, there wasn’t much you could do besides coming for the nth time that night. Your body spasmed, high pitched, uncontrollable pleas of his name escaping you as your hips moved quicker against his, your pulsating pussy finally bringing him over the edge too - his cum shooting right into your already filled cunt.

“Fuck!” Your voice was strained and your chest was heaving, your arms dropping down onto the bed as Jihoon practically collapsed on top of you. Both of your legs slipped off his shoulders, making small thumb noises as they fell onto the mattress. It took the two of you a while to regain composure, Jihoon still buried inside you. Your eyes were closed and you felt his cum inside of you, felt the warmth of it. You also felt that Jihoon wasn’t exactly shrinking. Your eyelids fluttered open, Jihoon’s head still between your shoulder and neck and as you were about to speak, his hips thrusted and your words turned into a squeak.

“Can’t believe, I fucked you a fucking million times already but my cock just can’t get enough of your pussy, shit.” Jihoon’s hips moved frantically now, your eyes rolling back as your pussy sucked him in once more, your body flat on the bed, as he had his way with you, fucking into your spent hole.

“J-Jihoon, pl-please-,” at this point you weren’t even sure what you were begging for anymore. Another orgasm? For him to use you?

“Just one more, baby, fuck, just need to fill you up one more time, alright? Your cunt is just too good, so fucking good.”

His tongue lapped at your neck, shivers running down your spine as you nodded, hands now moving to his back, nails digging into it. There were already a few very visible marks left by your nails on his back and you didn’t think it’d matter if there were a few more added to the canvas. Jihoon’s heavy breath hit your skin over and over again as he fucked into you, no sense of control, only urgency. His cock was hurting from how hard he still was and how much he needed the final blow and when he felt your pussy squeeze him hard, he moaned your name, cock twitching repeatedly.

“Cum for me, Ji, please, fuck, need your cum so bad!”

Your voice was what got him over the final edge, the real finale edge this time. Cum shot out of his cock, warming your walls and painting them in a pretty white, your pussy overflowing with his juices and now he finally began to soften.

“Holy fucking hell.” Jihoon pulled out of you, instead plopping onto his back next to you. Both of you were drenched in sweat and bodily fluids, his and your release now dripping out of your core and onto the already dirty sheets.

“Too bad there weren’t any cameras around, people would eat this shit up,” you said, grinning at him. Jihoon chuckled.

“Nah, baby, this was only for our eyes.”

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justmenoworries · 4 months

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some unorganized thoughts about Vox and Valentino Hazbin Hotel

Spoilers For Hazbin Hotel episode 2

TW: Discussions and depictions of abusive relationships, sexual assault, extortion and financial abuse

So going by the promo material shown to us, a lot of fans seem to think that Vivzie has changed course on VoxVal and that it's going to be a much more healthy relationship than previously implied.

Not gonna lie, that disappoints me.

Because depicting an abusive romantic relationship with an imperfect and unexpected victim would have been extremely interesting. We already know Valentino is a piece of shit who doesn't care about anything but himself and profit.

The "Addict" music video and the prequel comic "Dirty Healings" make that very clear.

Valentino regularly assaults Angel, keeps Angel's earnings for himself and tries to keep Angel in the studio as long as possible, even getting angry when Angel goes out by himself. Even if it's to get money for Val.

And for all of his faults, it's very easy for the viewer to feel sympathy for Angel. Angel is a likable character who's been shown to have a much kinder side to him via his friendship with Cherry and him trying to comfort Charlie in the pilot after her pitch for the Happy Hotel flops.

Vox though?

Vox is slated to be a main antagonist. He's a fellow Overlord of Hell. Someone for whom it'd be much harder to believe that he'd let anyone treat him like Valentino treats Angel.

And yet...

To be fair, this artwork is from the in-character Instagram accounts, which were already confirmed as non-canonical. (The accounts themselves are sadly archived now due to some really messed up stuff that happened with the Octavia and Stolas accounts.)

Still, depicting Vox as one of Valentino's victims would have been pretty intriguing. It shows that this kind of thing can happen to anyone, no matter the gender or financial or social situation. It would also acknowledge that just because someone is a victim of abuse doesn't mean they're pure, innocent or weak. And that no matter the circumstances, no one deserves to be treated like Valentino treats Vox and Angel.

I'm honestly hoping that this aspect of the VoxVal relationship isn't entirely gone and I kinda think it isn't.

In episode 2 we see right off the bat that Vox doesn't really like Valentino. And it's easy to see why.

Valentino is a spoiled angry manchild with no self control. He needs Velvette and Vox to reign him in, otherwise he's going to do stupid shit like waltz up to the princess of Hell's doorstep with a gun in hand. Because he can't handle the idea that one of his employees is living somewhere he didn't approve.

If Vox hadn't stopped him and talked him out of it, Val would have gotten the VVVs into some serious shit. His violent streaks can also not be talked down completely, they need to be satisfied somehow. Vox needs to offer Val the lowest earners to shoot at and work out his aggression on or Val's going to continue to go on a rampage and most likely tear apart more of Velvette's models.

Speaking frankly, Valentino seems way more trouble than he's worth. Vox and Velvette appear to be doing all the work in their shared empire while Val just throws tantrums and forces them to go out of their way to calm him down.

So if that's the case, why do the other Vs puts up with Val?

In Alastor's and Vox' duet in episode 2, Alastor has this very interesting thing to say about Vox and his relationship to Valentino and Velvette:

"Is Vox as strong as he purports? Or is it based on his support? He'd be powerless without the other Vs."

What's also interesting is Val's and Velvette's reaction to it.

They're smiling. Like they agree.

Alastor also reveals that Vox was trying to get Alastor to join the Vs. Alastor declined.

Vox of course tries to deny all of that, but in the process gets so worked up he short-circuits himself and causes a city-wide blackout.

If Alastor is telling the truth here (and we don't really have a reason to believe he isn't), that puts everything in a whole new light.

Vox is he brains of the operation but is he also the only thing that's keeping it together? Val and Velvette don't really get along (Velvette insults Val behind his back, Val rips apart her models when he's angry) and both don't seem to respect Vox that much. Velvette lets him deal with Val's bad moods, Val doesn't hesitate to throw stuff at Vox when he's pissed (the fact that Vox nonchalantly dodges the glass Valentino throws at him implies this is not the first time). They both have a look of disdain on their faces when Vox hugs them during "Status Quo".

So why does Vox go to all this trouble to keep these two assholes in line if he doesn't really care for them and they in turn have no love for him?

Maybe for business reasons, but Vox already has a giant multi-media empire, right? So again, what does he need the other Vs for?

I think it has to do with Vox's need to be admired and liked and at the top.

See, another thing this episode tells us about Vox is that he's deeply, deeply, insecure.

He has a dozen different programs where he changes his outfits, approach and demeanor to cater to every single sinner possible, he throws out new business ideas on the fly so he'll always be the newest trend everyone follows. If something (or someone) comes up that cracks his cool confident businessman facade even a little he can't handle it and literally breaks down.

Really, Alastor puts it best:

"Is Vox insecure? Pursuing allure? Between this fad and that, is nothing working? Every day he's got a new format."

So Vox doesn't just want to be powerful and popular, he wants to be the most powerful and the most popular and his shows alone aren't going to cut it for that.

That's why he needs Velvette and Valentino. They provide the content that draws the viewers Vox so desperately craves. Without them he'd be all on his own, might lose large chunks of his viewership. And that's something I think Vox is deeply afraid of.

So no matter how little he might actually like them, regardless how shitty Valentino treats him, Vox needs these two. In his view at least, he can't afford to lose them.

#hazbin hotel #voxval #staticmoth #hazbin vox #hazbin valentino #tw rape mention #tw abuse #tw rape #hazbin hotel theory

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whatsk-poppinhomies · 11 months

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Pairing : yandere!Lee Minho x F!Reader Word Count : 1.8k TW : yandere ; manipulation ; yelling ; fighting ; 1(one) slap ; the usual yandere angst ; Request : Anon : yandere lee know?

“Have you ever thought about what things would be like if I wasn’t here…” You pondered over the cup of coffee that you were holding in both hands. The only reason you held it so tightly was just in case he reacted badly to your question, and most of the time, if not every time you brought up something along the lines of you leaving or just not being there in general, he would blow up. The coffee was, in a way, a sense of security, a weapon if it had to be, just to save you enough time to get to the bedroom which had become your safe zone.

He hummed softly, his fork scraping against the plate, creating the most cringe inducing noise. You wondered if he did it on purpose, but he himself even winced at the sound before dropping the fork and staring at you, so maybe it wasn’t intentional. You questioned everything he did though, it just came as a habit after being stuck with him so long. “Nope.” He said, almost cheerfully, as a smile spread across his face. “I’d like to think that no matter when or where, I would have gotten you at some point. You’ll always be mine, darling.”

Even though he wasn’t angry, his response still had your skin crawling. He had said in a lot more words that basically you’d always belong to him, and you hated that. You didn’t want to belong to anyone… But sadly, you had ended up with him. The good memories that you had shared with him which feels like forever ago have long since been overshadowed by the constant fighting, the nights spent crying after he flipped out for what you felt to be no reason at all. There was no way out, you had tried to leave so many times before, it only made him more angry, and you had at some point just given up entirely on getting out.

“What do you like about me though?” The breakfast table had become the birthplace of a brand new idea, a tactic that might have him making you leave instead of you having to find a way out. If you stopped doing and being everything that he liked, maybe he’d just get rid of you and you’d finally be free. Sure, it sounded stupid, but it felt like your hands were tied and there wasn’t much that you could do except hope that it would work.

A quiet chuckle sounded through his lips as his head fell back, and you wondered if he was thinking about how to answer. Did he even have an answer, or had you just been unlucky enough to fall for him and his charms and he took advantage of that? “I like how you’re so thoughtful of me, making sure the house is clean and that I have something to eat when I get home from work. I like how you’re comfortable enough to walk around the house with your hair all messy and wearing my clothes, it’s so cute. I like the way you curl up next to me in bed every night and that adorable smile you have in the morning before you fully wake up.” You could see his smile growing wider the more he spoke, and for some strange reason, you actually started to feel bad about using those things against him. “I actually love those things about you… And there’s so much more. You’re just… My favorite person in the whole world.” His laughter got a little louder as his head rolled forward, his chin resting in the palm of his hands as he looked at you. “So what do you like about me?”

Of course, you hadn’t planned on him asking you that question, you didn’t have a single thought in your mind now, and the intense stare down was only making it harder for you to think in general. “Uhm… well…” You chewed nervously on your bottom lip as you looked around the room, but every time your eyes passed over him you could see the large smile that he had been wearing grow smaller and smaller until his lips were set in a straight line and the light that had once glimmered in his eyes was gone.

“Right…” He muttered, his hands dropping from under his chin to drum against the table. “You don’t love anything about me. I’m the world's biggest piece of shit.” There it was, the victim mentality that he always had. He was the one who was basically holding you hostage, but somehow you were the bad guy for not loving him after everything that he put you through.

Even still, your head quickly shook, not because you were disagreeing with him, although that’s what you wanted him to believe. You just didn’t want an argument, you had gone a good portion of the morning without getting yelled at, and you didn’t want to start now. “It’s not that… I just didn’t expect you to ask the same question. I was thrown off guard a little.” You quickly tried to excuse your lack of an answer, and you kept your fingers crossed under the table as you waited and wished that he would believe you.

“I didn’t expect to be asked the question at all…” He mused, leaning back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes were narrowed as he stared at you, sometimes it felt like he was just reading you, reading your face, your eyes, your body language. That’s exactly what it felt like he was doing right now. “But I was able to come up with so many reasons… And you can’t come up with anything? Do you not even love me?”

You didn’t want this to turn into an argument, you had been actively trying to avoid one all morning, but it seemed like every single route led you to this. “I do… I do love you…” You stammered, already breathing heavily, the instinctive reaction to already be ready to run had you shifting slightly in your chair so that your feet weren’t underneath the table. “I just wasn’t ready-”

His fists came down on the table and you felt yourself shrinking into the chair, you always became so small when he was like this. “You’re lying!” His voice rang out in your ears as you squeezed your eyes shut. “You always lie to me… Just tell me the truth. Do you love me?” The question would usually have you rambling on and on about how much you did love him, about how amazing he was. It wasn’t the first time he had asked, and even though he knew when you were lying, he would listen with a smug smile on his face.

You weren’t sure what had changed today, but you were done lying. You were done with running away from him. You were tired of cowering whenever his anger became too much. If you fought back, maybe he’d change his mind about you, about why he loves you. “No. I don’t love you. I don’t love anything about you.” The smirk that he had been wearing while expectantly awaiting your usual response was now fading as he listened to you, turning into a scowl as he stared at you from across the table. “I hate waking up next to you in the morning, I hate when you come home from work and I have to see you. Your touch makes my skin crawl, your kisses make me want to vomit… I hate you.”

The reaction didn’t come immediately, it actually took a couple minutes for him to process what you had said. This was completely unlike you, it was one thing to know you didn’t love him but have you lie about it… It was something completely different for you to be so vocal about not loving him, about everything you hated about him. “Is that… all true?” He quizzed, almost like he was giving you one last chance, a chance to change your mind, to take back everything that you said. Of course, you’d still be in trouble for even uttering those words, but the punishment would be less severe. Without a second of hesitation, you firmly nodded your head. This was it, you were sure of it.

Before your eyes had even reopened after blinking, you felt the back of his hand land against your cheek, your face momentarily whipping to the side before going right back to looking at him. You weren’t sure where the courage came from, maybe it was just the months of built up anger from the situation that you were in. You were tired of being the scared little mouse that would cower in the corner of the room, waiting for him to come get you. You would fight back now, and you weren’t sure how it would end, but at least you had tried.

Everything that had once been on the table was now on the floor with one quick swipe of your hand, coffee mugs shattering against the porcelain tiles of the kitchen floor as you practically lunged across the table at him. “I’m not scared of you, not anymore. You can yell at me, you can hit me… but I’m done hiding from you. I’m gonna leave… No matter what it takes… I won’t be stuck here with you anymore.”

You were a mere inch from his face, and he had the opportunity to scream at you, to hit you, to do anything he wanted. It’s what you were waiting for as his eyes bored into your own, but strangely enough, he started smiling. His hand came up, gently gripping your chin between his thumb and index finger to hold you in place. “You’re so… feisty… My darling…” He cooed as he stood from his chair, tilting your head back so your eyes would stay on him. “It’s quite adorable that you think you have any say in when you’ll be leaving… You’re stuck here with me forever, you know that.” He chuckled softly, leaning in to kiss you softly. “Although I will add this little act onto my list of things to love about you… It was quite entertaining.”

All of that… Everything that you had done… The strength that had somehow manifested in that moment… And it was all for… This? For him to find it cute? For him to practically laugh in your face and look at it as a joke? You truly were stuck with him… No matter what you did, you’d always be here. Everything that you did to go against him… It was all pointless at the end. You could either continue trying to fight against him… Or you could try to learn to love him. It would be hard… But it was the only thing you hadn’t tried yet.

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nobrashfestivity · 5 months

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I've very much been enjoying the music you've been sharing recently. Do you have a method of encountering/finding music?

Oh thank you, I'm glad you're getting something from it. I was a big record collector for a time when I saw records as becoming harder and more expensive to obtain. I targeted a lot of music and bought voraciously. Ebay, dustygroove, Mississippi records, estate sales every week, the WFMU show, etc. All those cool people when you encounter them face to face usually have more ideas, favorites and suggestions. So a lot of word of mouth learning. I always found the crate digging experience very pleasurable. Record collectors are, for the most part, pretty relaxed people.

While I have gotten rid of stuff, I still have a lot. Not sure how many LPS but I do know it took 128 boxes to move them last time. I keep stuff online but the source is usually a record I own. I'm posting kind of a moody group, cause I do it when I am signing off tumblr for the day and that seems like an appropriate general atmosphere.

In the 2000s, a lot of music blogs popped up and some of them were incredible before corporate monsters took them down. These people were not stealing money from anyone, these were records that were out of print that no one had a chance of finding. I learned a lot from that experience as well.

Now lots is online (and it's killing musicians, sadly), so streaming internet is a huge library of music. Algorithms I am sure can be very accurate, but they are not as fun as someone telling you about their favorite Caetano Veloso record (Hint: it's the one where he is wearing the speedos on the cover) and how you have to have it.

Sorry for the rambling and hasty answer, I'm rushing off somewhere

#personal

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yelenasdiary · 2 years

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The Third Widow || Reunited

Summary: Y/n Belova is the younger biological sister of Yelena Belova and the adoptive sister of Natasha Romanoff. Saved from Red Room by Melina & Alexei she now must adjust to a new normal. Going to school, recovering, and finding love in the eyes of another troubled teen, Wanda Maximoff. All while General Dreykov has his eyes set on claiming back what he calls his most powerful ‘widow’.

Angst | Mentions of Red Room & Flashbacks | 4.4K |

Notes: Flashbacks are bold, italic and start with ‘~’ | Written in second person.

Translations: сестра (sister), плющ (ivy), маленький (little).

The Third Widow Masterlist

~ “Yelena! Let me go!! Yelena!! Help!!”

“Y/n, it’s okay!! I’ll be with you again soon!”

“I don’t want to go Lena!! Please!” ~

“Yelena, are you okay?” Natasha clicked her fingers in front of her dragging her back to the news that Melina had just delivered. “I’m fine” Yelena mumbled. Flashbacks of her younger sister replayed in her mind, “are you sure?” Melina tilted her head slightly in Yelena’s direction. “Where is she?” the question was quickly asked, coated with concern, “can I see her? I need to see her”

“She’s with Alexei right now. She’s not in a good state, but when she is, of course, you can see her” Melina explained. Natasha sat across from her with a supporting hand on Yelena’s back. “No, I need to see her. I haven’t seen her since she was four” Yelena shrugged Nat’s hand from her back.

“I know honey but she’s” Melina paused as she tried to paste the words together in the nicest way she could. “Melina, she’s my little sister!”

“Yelena, she’s not okay right now. Alexei and I need to monitor her for a couple of days at the most. You have to understand, she was trained differently from Natasha and yourself. She just needs a couple of days to adjust then, I promise, you can see her” Melina explained in a soft and comforting voice. The look on Yelena’s face told her dysfunctional family that she didn’t like the idea of having to spend a few more days away from her sister. She shook her head in frustration before excusing herself from the family’s dining table.

“How bad is she?” Natasha looked to Melina once she was confident that Yelena had gone to her room. “Dreykov isn’t going to take it lightly that she’s gone. I read her file” she chewed her bottom lip, “he was doing new tests on her, ones I’d never heard of” she went on to explain. “And the training?” Natasha frowned lightly, “Alexei and I are still trying to work out how extensive her training was. So far, we know she was trained harder, harsher, more intensive than what you and Yelena went through. I’m worried that he had a lot of hope in her”.

Alexei placed a plate of food in front of you, the vegetables had a stream of steam waving from them, the pasta sauce thickened the longer it sat untouched as the pasta soaked up its goodness. “I wasn’t sure what you liked” Alexei’s deep voice made your eyes travel from the plate of hot food to his eyes as he sat in the seat across from you. You wondered where the woman had gotten too, since being picked up by the couple they’d been inseparable as they cared for you day in and day out. Even though you’d been mute since meeting them, they held no threat to you.

“Wh-where’s Melina?” you finally spoke for the first time in serval weeks. Alexei looked slightly surprised, “she’s at home with the girls” he replied. The girls? You never heard him, nor Melina talk about anybody. “You have kids?” you asked him, wanting to know more. “Yes, adoptive but I love them as if they were really my mine” he spoke in a promising tone. You saw his eyes light up as he mentioned his love for the mystery girls he loved deeply.

“I had a sister” your voice broke but your eyes stayed connected to his as he lent forward, “do you remember her?” he asked. You nodded sadly, your memories of the older girl you once called sissy was faint, fading away as you got older, “they took her away from me”.

Alexei knew Melina would have more of an understanding of what you were saying given her past working relationship with Dreykov and being a widow herself. “They told me I didn’t need her anymore, but I did” you slowly picked up the polished silver fork, stabbing it into a piece of sliced carrot, “I did” a tear rolled down your right cheek before the carrot found your mouth.

The sound of the small apartment’s door unlocked; a strong wave of Melina’s perfume entered the room before she did. “Ah, there she is” Alexei smiled as he made eye contact with the dark hair woman. “Did I miss something?” Melina joked as you took another small piece of food from the white plate, Alexei shook his head “I’ll tell you later” he whispered as she took the seat next to him.

“How are you feeling?” Melina softly smiled at you.

“T-Tired” you mumbled before stabbing your fork into another vegetable. Melina instantly turned to look at Alexei who only nodded letting her know that what she heard was words coming from your mouth. “I can imagine” Melina replied, “you haven’t slept in a couple of days. Do you feel any different from yesterday?” she asked.

“I feel like I’ve missed a lot…the memories I had don’t seem real to me anymore…” you admitted. “That’s because Dreykov biochemical enhanced, chemically subjugated and implanted fake memories into your mind” Melina explained with a frowned of concern, “you received a special treatment that allows you, for decades, to remain young, healthy and resilient at superhuman levels” she added.

The information didn’t exactly surprise you but made you question why. Why would somebody do this to you?

“But it’s okay now, you’re safe. Alexei and I will look after you, we promise” Melina spoke when she saw worry take over your face. You only nodded in reply before sitting in silence as you finished your dinner. “Could I go to bed? Please?” you asked once both your knife and York rested on the empty plate. “Of course, you can, you don’t have to ask. If you’re tired and need a rest, you can just go to your bed” Melina smiled.

For the first time in many years, you had freedom, something you’d have to get used too. You weren’t control anymore but still you weren’t sure what you were supposed to be doing or who you truly were.

“Thank you” you rose from your seat, “goodnight” you spoke before walking down the hall to the room that quickly gave you a sense of comfort. It was a lot different from your room at Red Room, it was bigger and more like an actual bedroom rather than a prison cell with dark colours.

“Hey, are you okay? I know you didn’t take Melina’s news too well” Natasha stood in the door frame of Yelena’s room. Yelena was five years younger than Natasha and two years older than her long lost sister. At the age of three she and Natasha were adopted by Alexei and Melina for an undercover mission for Dreykov, 3 years later when the mission was completed the girls were sent back to Red Room where they continued their intensive training until Dreykov’s control but Melina and Alexei struggled to adjust without the girls they grew to love as their own and made it their own mission to retrieve them, protect them and love them like they had all along.

Now Yelena is 17 and Natasha is 22. They have been free from the darkness of the Red Room and Dreykov’s control for the past 3 and a half years. Yelena struggled more than Natasha to adjust to her new lifestyle but thankful she was finally home with the only family she knew of.

During Yelena’s recovery, the fake memories that Dreykov had implanted into her young mind soon faded away and she was able to remember the short life she had before being taken into Red Room. Memories of her younger sister clouded her mind daily, she wondered where you were taken too, how you were, what you looked like, if you remembered her, if you still giggled when you ran too fast, she wondered if she’d recognise you if she saw you.

“They’ve had her for months and didn’t say anything” Yelena looked at Natasha, “I’m mad” she adds.

“I understand” Natasha stepped a foot into the blonde’s bedroom. “You don’t understand Natasha. You don’t know what it feels like to lose somebody so close to you. She’s my baby sister, I should’ve protected her” Yelena slightly raises her voice causing Natasha to sigh with hurt. “But I do understand…I lost you” she says hurtfully, “they took you from my arms, you begged me not to let you go”

For a moment Yelena forgot about that night when Natasha held her tightly in her arms as Dreykov’s men walked around with their heavily armed guns ripping other young girls from each other. “I’m sorry” Yelena spoke softly as Natasha sat beside her on the bed, “I want to know she’s okay” she adds with teary eyes.

“She’s being looked after by Melina and Alexei, she’s in good hands. You know Melina will do whatever she needs to do, Alexei as well” Natasha comforts the blonde with a gently pat on the knee.

Meanwhile, Alexei had explained to Melina that you mentioned your sister, the memory of her blonde hair, green eyes and button nose faded more and more, day by day. “Did she say Yelena’s name?” Melina asked while washing up the dishes Alexei had created. “Nope” he replied as he dried each dish from the drying rack. “Yelena’s not happy we kept this from her” Melina flicked her wet hands of access water before using a towel to dry them, “I can’t imagine she’d be anything else” Alexei replied.

-The Following Day-

“Do we tell her?” Melina spoke softly as she looked to her right where Alexei stood downing a mug of coffee. “About Yelena? Not yet” he replied. Both watched you from the kitchen as you picked at the healthy breakfast Melina made. The morning was fresh but not cold, you sat by yourself flicking a small piece of cut up apple around in your bowl. You could hear the faint whispers coming from the two adults and the feeling of their eyes watching your every movement, something you were used to and unfazed by.

“How about we go for a walk today? Would you like that?” Melina asked you with a soft smile, you didn’t reply as your eyes fell back to the bowl of uneaten fruit and yogurt in front of you. “Or, if you had something else in mind, we could do that” Melina suggests, trying to get your attention but again, no reply. Melina just assumed you had another bad night, since escaping Red Room and being in the care of Melina & Alexei you’ve had to adjust to normal life like things.

Understanding that what happened to you wasn’t right, that you’re more than just a weapon of darkness, that you were now free to do as you pleased, within reason of course. The nightmares were the hardest for Melina to watch, seeing you have such an out of body experience made her guilty of the work she once did for Dreykov and swore that she’d never do such a thing to anybody ever again. Alexei would have to hold you down given his strength was enough to keep you from lashing out and ripping the apartment to pieces as your mind detoxed from Dreykov’s injections. Then suddenly, you stopped sleep for days at a time. You’d lye on the double bed staring at the wall with no expression or movement. Almost like you were frozen in time.

“Alexei mentioned you told him about your sister” you watched as Melina slowly sat down in the seat across from you, she smiled softly once more hoping for a peep out of you, but it was clear now that today was one of them days. A day where nothing fazed you, a day where you looked through everything around you, words went through one ear and out the other, objects around you seemed almost invisible. Alexei wouldn’t admit it to Melina, but these were the days that worried him the most, seeing you so distant, lost within your own body, a scream for help that was so loud but yet so silent.

Melina looked back over to Alexei who was watching the two of you from the kitchen, she gave him a worried look before he head guested to talk to her more privately in the living room of the small apartment.

“Maybe we do tell her” Alexei spoke, “it might help” he adds. “Are you sure? With the state she’s currently in?” Melina ponders. “She’s going to have to find out sooner or later” he points out.

Melina played with the idea in her mind, a few moments ago she was all for telling you but given it was one of your bad days, she worried it might push you further backwards.

“The first time she spoke was about Yelena, I think she’s trying to remember her” Alexei’s comment brought Melina’s thoughts to an end. “We’ll tell her” She nodded more so to herself.

Alexei and Melina were able to find an affordable and comfortable apartment to rent while they help you, leaving their main home for when you were truly ready. They took turns in being with you and switching back to make sure Yelena and Natasha weren’t pushed aside.

“I’ll tell her, maybe you should go home and check in on Yelena” Melina suggested earning a nod from Alexei. It was no secret that deep down Yelena was a daddy’s girl. Alexei held on to the thought of his girls while they were in Red Room, he hated himself more and more daily that he allowed them to take the girls from him.

At first, it was just a mission that he and Melina were assigned too, play a marriage couple with two children wasn’t as hard as he thought. The hardest part was when he grew to realise, he found a real love in the two girls and the woman who played wife. Yelena was always so excited to see Alexei walk through the door at dinner time after work, always calling out “Daddy’s home!” before rushing to hug him tightly. Natasha on the other hand, she never truly let herself get used to the feeling of a family, even if it wasn’t exactly what she’d dreamt of. She’d been through Red Room before being assigned to the mission, being with two adults she called Mom and Dad felt more like a holiday in paradise compared to the strict rules of the Red Room. But Natasha never truly let herself get comfortable, she knew there would be a time the mission would come to an end, and she’d have to return to Dreykov’s workshop.

Yelena was too young to understand the new life she lived, at the age of three Dreykov took her and her little sister in, her sister being just shy off her first birthday. She never let that image of her baby sister leave her young mind. Dreykov eventually reunited the two of you when you were four to help Yelena adjust to being back in Red Room after the mission and like Natasha, Yelena quickly became protective of her little sister. Yelena told you all the fun stories she had while with Alexei and Melina and would refer to them as Mommy and Daddy but for you, the only motherly figure you knew was the caregivers that Dreykov had assigned to care for the infants until they were old enough to start their programs.

~ “Do you think Uncle Dreykov will let you stay with me?” your green eyes looked at Yelena.

“I don’t think so” she replied with a shrug. ~

The way you called such an evil man ‘uncle’ hunted Yelena as she got older and understood what was happening in Red Room wasn’t right. Yelena saw you once more after that, it was on a day where Dreykov set up Christmas, Thanksgiving and Easter all in one day. She’d been through this a few times with Natasha but to have that with you, just once almost broke her heart.

“Y/n, there’s something we need to talk about” Melina returned to the dining chair across from you. Your eyes looked up at her with no emotion, but you gave her a soft nod to allow her to go ahead.

“Do you remember the name of your sister?” she asked studying your body language as you shook your head. “I called her сестра” you replied to Melina’s surprise. “Would you like to see her again?”

Your eyes widened slightly at the question. Spending a moment to yourself to read Melina’s intentions, was this a sick joke? You wondered but you quickly remembered how highly your sister spoke of Melina and Alexei. You nodded, “I do. Do you know where she is? She spoke of you and Mr. Alexei once” the softest smile tugged on your lips at the memory. Melina lightly chucked at your choice of words for Alexei, “I do know where she is” she confirmed. “She’s at home with Natasha” she adds, “Do you know Natasha?”

You took a moment to think but being so young at the time you couldn’t remember everything that Yelena told you but the name ‘Natasha’ sound familiar. You shrugged, “I’m not sure” you spoke, “Unc…he spoke of a widow name Natasha, that we would be better and stronger than her. Is that Natasha?” you added. Melina nodded, “that’s my Natasha” she smiled softly.

“Why is сестра with her? She is no good, yes?” your brows slightly frowned.

“No sweetheart, Natasha is good. What Dreykov told you about Natasha is lies. I promise you, Natasha is not evil”

A sense of warmth rushed through your body when Melina called you sweetheart, nobody has ever called you that before, it confused you. “Sweetheart? That is not my name” you questioned causing another light chuckled from Melina, “no it’s not but somethings when somebody loves you, they call you sweet names. honey, sweetheart, bug, darling” she explained.

The worded love seemed foreign, what was it to be loved? What did it feel like? These questions you wanted answers too.

“Does that make you uncomfortable?” Melina brought your traveling mind back to her.

“I have never had love” you spoke with a broken voice. Melina knew this, the confused crushed her heart once more. “I know but you have love now. I promise, if you let us, Alexei, Natasha, Yelena, and I will shower you with love and safety. You are safe now, Dreykov has no hold over you anymore” she reached over the table for your hand, gently taking a hold of it. She quickly saw how uncomfortable you got at her promise, as expected she thought.

“When can I see сестра?” you asked, moving your hand out from under hers.

“Whenever you feel up to it” Melina replied.

“T-today? Please?” you begged, “I miss her” you add.

“Okay” Melina smiled softly once again, “I’ll go and give Alexei a call”

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“I just want to see her! You and Melina have kept her from me for months!” Yelena argued as Alexei’s phone started to ring. “Melina is telling her about you today” Alexei let the call go to voice mail only to have it call again, “just answer it!” Yelena snapped. “It’s Melina” he looked from his phone to the blonde.

“Is everything okay?” he asked with the phone to his ear. Yelena rolled her eyes and stormed out of her room in frustration. “She’s mad” Alexei spoke as he watched Yelena leave the room.

“I’m going to see her myself!” Yelena called from the front door.

“Wait!” Natasha raced down the stairs, “you can’t just barge in there, Yelena” she places her palm flat on the door before Yelena could turn the handle. “Why not?!” she argued.

“It’s okay Tasha” Alexei stood on the staircase watching the two, “she wants to see you” he looked to Yelena.

You sat by the window that looked onto the street as you impatiently waited for the black four door car to pull up. Melina watched your excitement from the living room with a soft smile. She swore to herself she’d spent the rest of her life doing good, making up for the bad Dreykov made her do. She was so unaware that all the things she was ordered to do were harming such young people.

“Y/n, come sit on the sofa, they’ll be here soon” Melina suggested only to get a shake of your head. For the first time since she found you, you were acting like a normal child. At 15 years old, you’ve been through more than anybody could imagine which only led Melina to wonder about the long road ahead. Dreykov wasn’t dead, the worry of him hunting you downplayed on her mind day in and day out.

“They are here!” you turned to Melina with an excited smile, the first smile she’s ever gotten from you. “сестра” you whispered to yourself as you saw the familiar blonde step out of the back passenger seat, followed by a tall red head and Alexei. Once again, you turned and looked at Melina, “come on, come see her” she smiled to you. You jumped from up onto your feet and waited by the sofa as the sound of keys ruffled in the door. Your palms felt sweaty, your heart racing as the door slowly opened.

Alexei allowed Yelena and Natasha to step foot into the apartment before himself, Yelena first made eye contact with Melina as she walked into the living room. The soft smile still on Melina’s lips as she gave Yelena a confirming nod.

“сестра” you spoke softly again. Yelena’s eyes looked at you, a breath of air came from her lips, “плющ” she whispered, taking a step closer to you. The nickname made your eyes tear up. “Oh плющ” she spoke before pulling you in for a tight hug. “I missed you” she whispered. You quickly wrapped your arms tightly around her before breaking down into tears. “Shh, I’m here. You’re here. We’re here together” Yelena whispered over and over to calm you as she squeezed you tighter.

It had been many years since you were able to hug your older sister, being in her arms you felt protected once again. “I thought” you sobbed, “I thought you forgot about me” you stumbled on your words as you pulled away to look into her eyes. Yelena’s own eyes wet with tears, “Never” she pulled you back into her embrace, “I thought about you every day

маленький плющ” her hand stroked your back.

She called you ivy because of how green your eyes were, similar to hers but slightly darker.

Alexei, Melina, and Natasha stood back to watch the reunion, hoping this would help bring you out of your closed off shell more. You spent what felt like hours just in the arms of your older sister as she strokes your back in comfort. “Are you okay?” she asked when finally releasing you from her embrace, you nodded. “Mrs Melina and Mr Alexei have been very kind to me” you replied to causing Yelena and the others to lightly chuckle.

“Honey, you can just call us Alexei and Melina” Melina spoke. There it was again, a name that wasn’t yours.

“Is that Natasha?” you whispered to Yelena, she nodded. “That is Natasha” she confirmed. You remembered all the evil things Dreykov had said about the woman known as ‘Black Widow’, but she didn’t look as bad as he made out. She stood tall and watched over Yelena with the same protective look Yelena had given the guards the last time you saw her. Yelena watched as you looked over at Natasha, “you can say hi” she spoke, you quickly shook your head. Natasha sent you a light smile to show you she wasn’t a threat, “I know how this must feel for you” she spoke as your eyes dropped to the floor. “I know the things he told you” She adds, taking a step towards you. Melina shook her head at Natasha, “it’s okay” she mouthed to the older woman.

“He told you I was the enemy, didn’t he?” she asked as your eyes ran up her body and nodded. “He told you what I’d done?” she took another step forward. “I heard things” you replied, “that you – “

“I know” she cut you off, not wanting to hear her past doings. “I know he told you the stories and I know words mean nothing to people like us, but I promise, I am none of those things” she adds looking into your deep green eyes. “It’s okay, Natasha isn’t going to hurt you” Yelena whispered as you stared deeply into Natasha’s eyes like you were trained too, never take your eyes off the target. Natasha started back, sending you unspoken mental messages. You took notice of the arrow necklace that sat on her chest as it shined in the rooms lighting, the way her hair was slightly messy but still styled, her lips had a slight pout to them, and she had a scar on her left eyebrow.

“I think that might be enough for today” Melina speaks up worried about the way you stared at Natasha. “What? No, I just got here” Yelena frowned, your eyes still glued on Natasha for a second longer. “You promise?” you spoke, Natasha nodded “I promise” she repeated. With that your eyes travelled to Melina, “please don’t make her leave”

“I’m not leaving you again” Yelena spoke before Melina could, “right, Melina?” her eyes now also on Melina but her eyes were locked on you. “Are you sure? Are you ready for this?” she asked.

For serval months you’d been living in this small apartment with the two adults coming and going. It was Melina’s idea to keep you here while your mind and body detached itself from Red Room. Melina taking notes of the way you did things and how you reacted to the different lifestyle. She was certain there was more to you and the test done on you but without your file from Red Room it was a guessing game, a missing piece to the puzzle.

“Please, I want to be with my сестра” your eyes begged for Melina to trust your state of mind. “Okay, we’ll take you home” she spoke after minutes of silence, a sigh of relief came from Yelena’s lips. “You’re coming home, плющ” she couldn’t help but smile.

Home. Another foreign word to you, the only place you called home was Red Room, but you soon learnt that Red Room was no home but more a prison. “Home” you said more so to yourself.

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09 AU-gust: Cleaning Crew

Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: omegaverse, implied reference to prostitution, Omega Steve Harrington, Alpha Eddie Munson, Dad Steve Harrington WC: 2643

Since he started working for a cleaning company three years ago, Steve has never gotten a complaint. He is quick and tidy and when he leaves the house he always leaves a bouquet. It’s not that he has money to spare but it feels good leaving some flowers on the kitchen counter even if it’s not his. Some clients even tip him for it. His work is really appreciated and some clients started to request him specifically. This means more money but less time with his little bug. Every morning, when he leaves the house, his little bundle of joy is still sleeping, and when he comes home they hardly have enough time to play and have dinner, and then his baby girl is ready for bed. “You work too much.” Robin scolds him while cleaning the dinner plates. “I need the money, Rob. You know that.” “You could try to find a better job! Or a new position at the cleaning company.” She insists. “What if they fire me, Rob? I’m an unmated omega with a child! And there is only one kind of job for people like me!”

She shakes his head “That’s not true! I know it’s harder for you but you could go to community college and…” “Look. I don’t have enough time to spend with Elisabeth and you are trying to convince me to go to community college? It makes no sense!” “It would be just for a little bit, and I could help with Lizzie!” She already helps a lot, he can’t ask her anything more. “I’m going to bed. Tomorrow it’s my day off and I’m eager to spend it with Lizzie.”

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His phone is buzzing. He opens his eyes but it’s still dark. He looks at the caller: Chrissy, his boss. “Hello?” “Hi, Steve! I’m really sorry to bother you but I need a favor. One of our clients had a party last night and tomorrow they are going to do a shooting in the house. His manager requested our best cleaner, saying he would pay double, and I immediately thought of you.” Fuck. It’s his day off! He was already thinking about going to the park with Lizzie and… “Send me the address.” He replies with a sigh he can’t really turn down someone willing to pay him double. His little girl stirs in her sleep. He hugs her, whispering in his ear “I hope one day you’ll know that I’m doing this for you.” He kisses the crown of her head and then he wakes up Robin “Are you up for babysitting duty?” “But I thought…” “They pay double.” She looks sadly at him but nods “I’ll leave her with Vicky. It’s that ok?”

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The house seems like a battlefield. There are bottles everywhere: whoever the owner is, he likes to party hard. He has already filled four bags of trash with just bottles: it’s a mix of expensive champagne and cheap beers and some bottles of wine. There is a big stain of red wine on a white couch that Steve already knows that it’s going to be a bitch to clean, but he will because he is the best. He works hard, cleaning every surface while he blasts the music in his earphones and dances around the kitchen. He is so concentrated that he doesn’t hear the client entering the kitchen and he yells when he touches him on the shoulder “What the fuck man! You scared me to death!” Steve barks, turning off his headphones and trying to slow his breathing. “Sorry, I thought you heard me. You are quite a dancer by the way.” Steve studies the man for a moment. His voice is rougher than it was and he looks older than he is but he is undoubtedly the same man he knew. The one that left him while he was pregnant. He can’t smell anymore, but he is sure that he still smells of sandalwood. The man’s nose wrinkles. “Why are you upset?” He doesn’t remember him. He got him pregnant but he doesn’t remember him! “I’m just pissed because you interrupted me. Now if you let me finish I’ll be out of your hair in no time.” “Good. I just wanted to offer you a coffee.” “I’m fine, thanks.” He gets closer “You smell familiar? Have we met before?” Steve shakes his head, lying “Maybe I cleaned your house before.” “Did you?” He keeps silent. He can’t fucking smell but he can. “That’s what I thought. Why are you lying to me, sugar?” He keeps still. His alpha’s hormones are futile with him. He just has to… His phone starts to buzz and he looks at the caller: Vicky. “Steve I’m sorry but Lizzie is unwell and she keeps asking for you. I think it’s just a cold but…” “I’m on my way.” The man at his side glares at him “I thought you had a job to do.” “Yeah. Picking up my sick child is more important than cleaning after a wasted shithead!” He rebukes, then he changes back and is ready to leave when the man stops him “I’m sorry. I was a dick.” He puts a pair of crumpled bills in his hand. “I don’t need your pity, Eddie.” He says leaving the house “Do we know each other?” the alpha asks again but he is already in his car.

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“Steve, I want to talk to you. Can you come to my office as soon as you finish cleaning the house you are working at?” That doesn’t sound good. “Am I in trouble?” “I’d like to talk about that in person. Is that a problem?” It’s not a problem but it’s not good news either. “I’ll be there in an hour, ok?” “Perfect.” He tries not to worry while he finishes working but he can’t. He can’t lose this job. He has a child and… He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He has done nothing wrong. He is the best. He leaves flowers in strangers’ houses. It can’t be bad, right?

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“Listen, it’s the first time that we got a complaint about you so I wanted to talk to you personally.” A complaint about him? Who? Why? “Do you remember the job I gave you a couple of weeks ago? It was last minute but with double pay?” Shit. “I don‘t know if you knew that but that was Eddie Munson’s house and his manager was quite pissed because you didn’t clean the house properly.” “I already told you, I got an emergency. I cleaned all I could and I didn’t take the money for the job.” “I know that, but Nancy Wheeler is quite a name in the system, and if she starts talking trash about our services we are doomed.” He nods “I’m sorry. Lizzie was unwell and she needed me.” “I know that you have a child, Steve, and I tried to be supportive, but if you can guarantee a good job maybe you should find another place of employment.” “Are you fucking kidding me? You want to fire me because a drunken music star couldn’t clean after himself while my child was unwell? It was my fucking day off! And still, I was there.” “I told you they were going to pay double. You could have told me that you couldn’t and I would have asked someone else.” “Lizzie was ok when I left…” “Listen, I don’t want to talk about that. You have two options: or you can convince Nancy Wheeler that we are the best or you can find yourself another job.” “Thank you, Chrissy. You are really a friend!” “I hired you when none else would!” “And now you are threatening to fire me!” he yells back, getting up so abruptly that the chair falls to the ground. They stare at each other for a long moment, then Steve says “I’ll see what I can do.” and leaves the office slamming the door behind him.

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He hasn’t drunk in three years. Not even on Year's Eve. And now he is fucking drunk and parked a few miles away from Eddie’s house. He is sure that he has some kind of security so he should sleep it off in his car and go back home. He should. If he was clever enough. But he never was the sharpest tool in the box. He gets out of the car and gets to the gate, the code is still the same as he used two weeks ago, and so is the door’s one. Five minutes and he is inside the stupid mansion. “Eddie!” he starts to scream, drunkenly “Eddie!” He doesn’t even know if he is on tour or what else. Maybe he is just making a fool out of himself for nothing. But the man is there. “Sugar. I thought you had enough of me.” he replies with a smirk. Steve gets closer to him. trying to slap his face, but Eddie is quicker and grabs his wrist before he reaches him. “What the hell do you want from my life? Haven’t you done enough? Leaving me pregnant was not enough for you? Now you are going to make me lose my job?” he yells “I know that I mean nothing to you, but I need my fucking job, ok? I have to pay for the rent, and the food, and my pup deserves the world and I’m going to give it to her! So say to your fucking manager that you are a dick and that the cleaning company is a good one!” he starts to cry without even noticing “I need the job. I really do. I don’t want to be back on the streets again…” He still remembers how hard it was before he met Robin. How cold the streets were, how no one helped him, and the few that did help wanted something back as a payment for their generosity. He will not get back to the street. He can’t. He really can’t. “What the hell are you talking about? Who the fuck are you.” “I’m Steve, you fucking moron! I’m your high school sweetheart! Do you remember that? Do you remember prom? When you drove me to the woods and we made love and the next day you disappeared?” “Steve? That’s not possible. He died. He died in the arson of his house a couple of weeks after I got my first contract. How the fuck do you know about him?!” “What the hell are you saying? I left the house as soon as that fucking test turned blue! My parents weren’t going to raise a bastard, that's what they said! They called my little bug a bastard!” He falls to his knees, too overwhelmed by the alcohol and the emotion. “Is it you? Is it really you? Why is your smell so… off?” “I… I had a difficult birth. I almost died during childbirth. They saved my life but I lost my ability to smell.” he tries to explain while Eddie kneels with him on the floor. “Is that you? Is that really you?” Eddie keeps asking, trying to find his scent under the alcohol. “It’s me…” he whispers between the tears “I need my job. Please, Eddie, I have never asked anything from you but I need my job. I really do.” Eddie picks him up bridal style and takes him to his room. Steve hears him talking with the security but he is too tired and confused. “Sleep, omega.” he whispers in his ear, and all he can do is obey his alpha.

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Steve wakes up with a startle. He is not in the apartment he shares with Robin and Lizzie is not sleeping at his side. “Lovebug?” he calls, confused and with a terrible headache. On the nightstand, there is a glass of water and a couple of pills. He takes them and when the door of the room opens he is surprised to see Eddie holding a tray with breakfast. “The pancakes are burnt, but the eggs are edible.” he says. “Eddie? What are you doing here?” “It’s my home, Steve.” “Your home? Oh shit! Shit! Shit! I’m sorry! I was fucking drunk! I didn’t mean to come here, but Chrissy was going to fire me and…” “Your job it��s safe and your lovely housemate is taking care of Elizabeth.” “How do you know her name?” “Your phone kept buzzing and I had to answer. She wasn’t very happy to find out that you almost blacked out at my place but she agreed that it was better to let you sleep it off here and not in your car.” “Lizzie?” “I’m sure she is fine. Do you want me to drive you home?” Steve studies him for a moment “You want to meet her.” he states. Eddie shrugs and then sits on Steve’s bed “Are you sure she is mine?” Steve burst out in a laugh “I’m very sure Eddie. You are the only alpha I have been with. And she looks just like you. Can you give me my wallet please? It’s in the back pocket of my pants.” Eddie takes Steve’s pants and gives him his wallet, inside there is an old picture of Steve holding Lizzie, it was her first birthday. “She has your eyes. And your freckles.” Eddie says, caressing the picture. “And your hair, and your smile. And Wayne's nose I think, but it’s still too soon to say.” “I have a daughter…” Eddie says, astonished. “You do. And it’s the most lovely kid in the world.” Steve studies Eddie’s reaction, then he asks “Would you like to meet her? She knows nothing about you. Only that his dad is a musician and that he is always on tour.” “You would let me?” Steve sighs “I hated you for so long Eddie, but I’m not so cruel to keep you away from your child. If you really want to meet her you have to promise me that you’ll be present in her life, that this is not just a whim of the moment, and that you will stop drinking like you do.” “I’m not the one who was totally wasted last night!” Eddie rebukes, offended. “My house, my rules.” Steve insists “And you will not meet her soon. I want to prepare her and be sure that she wants to meet you too. If she says no then it’s over. Is that ok for you?” “At one condition.” “What?” “That no matter what, if Lizzie wants to meet me or not, both of you will receive a percentage of my royalties.” “I can’t accept that. I have my job and… Oh god. I do have a job, right? Chrissy didn’t fire me for coming here?” Eddie hugs him, trying to calm the omega with his pheromones even knowing that he can’t smell properly. “You are good. You still have your job, your kid, and your house, ok? Now rest a little more and then we will speak.” Eddie is still holding the picture in his hands. “Keep it. I have more pictures at home.” Eddie nods, lying in the bed with his omega “Can I hold you?” “Did you miss me?” he asks teasingly. “Every single day. I thought you were dead. I thought I was going to die too. Without you. But my death was slower.” Eddie kisses his head “Will you tell me what happened?” “I will. But not now.” “Sleep love. I’ll be here when you wake up.” “You will?” “Of course. I'm not going to leave you again sweetheart.”

***

Since he started working for a cleaning company three years ago, Steve has never gotten a complaint. The only one that he got brought him back to the love of his life and to their newfound family.

#tumblr fic #myfanfic #steddie #au gust 2023 #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things fanfic #writing challenge #omegaverse #omega steve harrington #alpha eddie munson #dad steve harrington #cleaning crew #medusapelagia fanfic #medusapelagia #my fanfic

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gingiesworld · 9 months

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Hey could you do one a little angsty with fluff one with Lizzie, i Saw a tiktok video now when he said "my heart calls your name" it's from Queen Charlotte.

Yn having a very difficult childhood and trying to live on their own at very young age, they audicionate for some movies and tv shows and they were starting to be a little famous, so for that they got casted in a marvel movie, they get very well with their costars, being really good friends with all of them.

Yn started to like Lizzie more than a friend but they know when the finish to shoot 'endgame' it will not gonna be the same for them so they decide to say nothing. They talked a lot about it with Scarlett. Yn decided to have some distance with Lizzie and at first It was okay because everyone were together but she noticed and tried to talk to them. It was like that until the endgame premiere. In the morning everyone were at the hotel, she was tired and went to yn's room and tried for last time. Yn said like nothing happened and Lizzie confronted them for their attitude, giving them an ultimatum, they didn't open their mouth so Lizzie took that as a clue and go out of their room, when yn saw that, they said like a little speech, saying their feelings( and then 'my heart calls your name') and Lizzie turn around and kissed yn.

Yeez sorry for writing too much, i know if you want to do it, you will do an amazing job or if you want to use something i wrote and improve it, it will be ok. Thank you buddy xxx

Pining

Elizabeth Olsen x GN! Reader

Warnings: Fluff. Long pining. A little angst.

18+ MINORS DNI

Y/N hadn't had the best childhood, filing for emancipation when they were just a teenager to get away from their obsessive parents. They cut them off from everything, having their manager handle their assets and bills since they were still a minor. So it wasn't a shock when they had gotten a role in the Avengers.

They had became great friends with Scarlett as they played the illigitimate child of Tony Stark. So as soon as they became friends with Lizzie, it wasn't unusual for them to fall for her. Well who wouldn't, but she was already in a relationship.

Y/N tried not to fall harder for the green eyed angel, but they were doomed. Everytime she spoke, they were always listening even if it was something completely stupid. Their eyes sparkled everytime she laughed. They were always smiling whenever she was around.

Even as the started to film CW, they had decided it was best to distance themselves from her. Always confiding in Scarlett about her.

"I just hate this feeling Scar." They told her sadly as they sat in her trailer. "I just everytime I see her, I want to kiss her and I can't because she isn't mine and she never will be."

"Y/N, I'm sure this will pass." She tried to reassure them.

"This isn't just some crush Scar." They told her. "I have had my fair share of meaningless crushes and this isn't the same." They stood up, straightening out the creases of their clothes. "I'm uh I'm gonna go." They told her softly as Scarlett sighed as she watched them leave.

As the time went on, Y/N had always rejected cast outings and get togethers. Not wanting to really be in the same room as Lizzie. Even when they heard about her split with Boyd, they fought every instinct to run and comfort her, so they left her be.

Even when Endgame came around, the end of their contract was also approaching. On some level they felt relieved but on another, they were saddened by the thought of not even being around her.

Their scenes were only few, so they never really crossed paths with Lizzie. Although she was saddened by their sudden absence in her life since CW. She wanted an explanation. She deserved an explanation.

"You're their best friend Scar." She pleaded with Scarlett who sighed.

"Listen Lizzie, I'm not getting in the middle of the two of you." She told her. "You just need to reach out to them." Lizzie left it at that, even with the re-shoots, she never crossed paths with them so she only had the option she had was to wait for the premiere.

So she dressed in her green dress, ready to walk down the carpet. Her eyes instantly found Y/N, even as she participated in her interviews and photos. She hoped to catch them before the movie, only to be dragged away by some of the other cast. She watched as Y/N left the theatre earlier, so she decided to follow them. She soon followed them into an empty hallway before she called their name, watching as they slowed down and their shoulders tense up.

"What is wrong with you?" Lizzie questioned, she was extremely hurt by their sudden absence and needed answers. "We used to be friends and then all of a sudden, you disappear. Not a single word on why you disappeared, just poof."

"Lizzie." They tried as she shook her head.

"Do you know that I tried and tried to think of were I went wrong. Wondering all of the time what I did to push you away." She told them, her voice shaking with pain and anger. "What did I do?" She whispered as Y/N looked at her with guilt and regret in her eyes.

"You didn't do anything." They told her as Lizzie just looked confused. "It was me and my own conflicting feelings."

"What?" Lizzie whispered as they shook their head.

"It doesn't matter." They told her before they turned away.

"It does matter! Please don't walk away. Tell me." She followed them, not anticipating the closeness between the two as they turned back to face her.

"I love you Lizzie. I am in love with you." They exclaimed as she remained frozen. "I thought I would get over it but I couldn't. I didn't because you have somehow etched your name on my heart. My heart beats for you Elizabeth. It." They sighed as they looked in her eyes. "It hurts when we are so close and it hurts when we are so far apart. I just. Forget it." With that they started to walk away, only to be stopped by Lizzie, cupping their face as she looked in their eyes. Leaning in and capturing their lips in a soft and meaningful kiss.

"I am in love with you too." She whispered as she gazed in their eyes. "For so long I have been in love with you." They kissed her softly once more before the two decided to sneak out of the theatre, ending their night as they walked hand in hand under the moonlight.

#elizabeth olsen x female reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x you #elizabetholsen #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth chase olsen #lizzie olsen x you #lizzie olsen x reader #lizzie olsen imagine #lizzie olsen

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yourlocalstranger123 · 1 year

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Genshin SAGAU x Reader. (Part 2) part 3

You know, when people degrade themselves, saying horrible things about themselves.

So you made a rule that when you hear EVEN ONE thing that includes something that degrades themselves, they will be punished personally by you.

It involves lipstick💄 so if you don't like wearing lipstick and being a ✨️bAdDiE✨️ then this ain't for you.

Characters: Albedo, Diluc

Albedo

(This one is similar to scaramouche)

Today, was a busy day. You promised to visit Albedo, but sadly you couldn't so you sent him a copy of your key to the door. You were getting tired so you decided to go to bed and sleep. You were startled by the noise of keys and the door closing, you were guessing Albedo was here so you pretended to go to sleep. You heard a sob, he was silently whispering that he fears he killed you and it was all his fault. You felt a hand on your pulse for a few minutes then your neck so you thought that this is the moment you pretend to just happened 'oh. I woke up'

"Is there something the matter Albedo?" You wipe out all of his tears and comforted him. "I- I just had a nightmare about...." he started to sob harder but he still tried to explain. "Killing you, so I just check your pulse but it's too weak so I just check with your neck." He looked down guilty.

"As much I want to comfort you, you've broken the rule." (Remember the line 'it was all his fault') "I will accept any punishment, your Grace. I'm truly sorry-" when he was about to finish his sentence, you kissed him everywhere on his face. You had put on lipstick earlier when he was talking. He had a faint blush and looked away. He had never experienced this feeling, he was probably gonna ask you to do it again next time.

*bonus*

People around him, like Sucrose. Ask him, 'why do you have pink smudge all over your face?' He just played it off as that his experiment had exploded and just landed his face. Also, he made a painting of you doing it. He'll just change the topic if you find out.

Diluc

You saw the letter he sent to you, he seems to have trouble with sleeping and asks you in hopes of relieving the stress if you could. Since you have an aura that calms people down, you decided to visit him late at night and knock on the door. "Hey, it's me. [Name]" You heard a lot of shuffling than the door unlocked. His eyes were puffy, it seems he was crying for hours.

"I apologize, your Grace. I have not prepared for your visit! I will get the tea ready, you can sit over there-" he was about to go to the kitchen but you stopped him. You dragged him to the bedroom and sat there. You pointed at your lap, signaling him to lay on it.

He was about to decline the offer (even though his heart was begging to not) until his eyes met yours that it wasn't an offer, it was an order. He laid there, slightly blushing. "Diluc, you can always tell me if something is bothering you."

"If only I was better, no one would've gotten hurt...it's all my fault, I'm not good at anything." He looked away with guilt. "Diluc, no one can be perfect. But that doesn't mean you aren't good at anything, you're good at making me smile, protecting mondstadt, and ect." (He is also good in bed- 😳)

After some time comforting him, you decided to tell him about the rule. "Diluc, don't tell me you forgot about the rule." He got up and went on his knees, panicking. "I'm sorry your Grace, I promise I didn't mean to! I'll accept any punishment you give me."

He looked down in fear. What happens if you don't want him anymore? Is he a bother? "I-"

*kiss*

....He was a blushing mess, he was red as his hair. Please have mercy on him, if you kiss anymore. He'll explode!

(He doesn't want you to stop.)

"Well, my pretty little firefly. The lipstick will be hard to get off~ this is your punishment."

The next day, kaeya and the other people who go in the Angel's Share were asking, teasing, about the little kiss marks on his face. He just says that it was a stain from a fruit he ate.

*bonus*

If you try to go near his face, it will remind him of this memory every time, and blushes quite hard. But it seems that his body unconsciously scoots closer to you and slightly bends over.(The perfect height for a kiss-)

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harethere-is-art · 1 year

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Now for some REAL swatchton hcs/sketches I initially planned on having locked away

(first one is just an animation doodle I'm not quite sure I posted)

This was going to be a full on comic about an argument between swatch and spamton when big shot spamton began to especially slip and learned about the robot for the first time. One of the big tension between them is that Spamton can't fathom that Swatch can stand being a "servent". Swatch is well aware of their place as a darkner and just like their job as a butler takes pride in doing a good job. Swatch thinks that Spamton is just acting like an addison and is only obsessed with the lightner's money. But that's not what it's about for Spamton this is a nightmare. Everyone is a puppet, no one truly has a choice, they're bound to this fate and he can't accept that. It's unbelievable that swatch would accept this so readily.

But sadly after I had finished sketching ALL of the panels and ALL of the dialogue my computer died and didn't save the files, I was devastated.

Here it's mildly cannon divergent, Spamton somehow regains his body and lives in Castle Town for a bit. He's extremely reluctant to socialize with anyone except for Ralsei and Seam. Seam having known Jevil who went through a similar/parellel experience with the dark knight and Jevil's decent into madness they're the one Spamton can talk to about what happened. Spamton is obviously still his loud and admittedly overbearing and selfish but his near-death experience definitely took a toll. And he's hoping to apologize and make it up to the people he treated poorly during his big shot era

(Copied and pasted from discord(mostly fixxed some typos)

"So when spamton eventually does come back to castle town it takes a long time for swatch and spamton to get comfortable again and I imagine spamton staying with ralsei for a bit. I feel like ralsei wouldn't quite get what spamton had really gone through since ralsei is very much the kind of person to avoid uncomfortable subjects as much as possible. But the idea of ralsei trying to reunite spamton with some old friends aka the addisons and swatch really funny. Like-"Oh! Once you make up with your friends everything will be back to normal ^w^ because friends forgive eachother no matter what! ^w^" ralsei... buddy. My friend my pal it's not that easy...and a certain bird wasn't just spamton's friend."

After this it takes a LONG time for them to mend their previous relationship. Swatch is of course baffled about how Spamton is still alive, they thought he had died. But after a few years they truly reconciliate and a new romance is formed after what the both of them had gone through.

(There's still more but I'm putting under keep reading because ACK old art and angst but a [[Deal's a Deal]])

(ack, these wip is especially old- Nov of 2021) Spamton works at the cafe alongside swatch and is an overall friendly figure and loves being able to work with customers and "sell" them on their delicious food. He still has moments where he thinks he hears Mike and while he's gotten very far, some days are harder than others... But that's okay! He's made a lot of progress and now he has support he feels ok with actually coming to. Things are a lot better.

#spamton #swatch #swatchton #rosebud-doodle #thanks for helping with the lewis votes if you did!#this was also kind of nice just for myself rip my previous projects and wips #sfw #also ACK I messed up darkner and lightner first edit whoops :D

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honeybunniii333 · 1 month

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(SORRY I'VE BEEN DEAD! Also i just realized I never see content for Dez and Ed. Like they have a sibling like relationship (even tho they're cousins), and they're supposedly really close in Canon! But I never saw anything for them, and I decided that needed to be fixed. SO! Here ya go!)

Again, her dad was in the hospital again. It had gotten to where he was there more than home, and that was scary and awful in its own right. But now, because of the sudden dip in his health. He can't take her to their yearly concert! They've gone to one every year since she was four, and it was her favorite part of the summer. They'd already bought their tickets and everything... and then he started getting sick again. Bad enough to land him in the hospital two days before they were supposed to leave... Dez was angry, to say the least. NOT at her dad. She knew better than anyone that the last thing the man ever wanted was to break his little girl's heart. She was mad at life for making this happen. Mad at the cancer for making her poor dad so sick and weak. He didn't deserve this. She felt so lost, so out of control. She didn't know what to do, she had to do something. She was SO tired of feeling powerless. She didn't even think about it as she grabbed the scissors from the counter.

Horror, she felt true horror as she looked in the mirror. Her hair, her pretty hair, was all over the floor and the sink. Oh god, what had she done... her knees buckled, and she sank to the ground, scissors long abandoned on the counter as she cried and wiped at her face. Her eyes were sore, and her throat was raw. She wanted her dad, but he was not there. And someday, probably soon, he'd never be there again, and that thought just made her cry harder. Dez was an independent person generally. She didn't like being genuinely reliant on anyone, but right now, she'd throw her pride aside for some comfort. Her head shot up at the sound of the almost totally open door, creaking the rest of the way open and a startled gasp following it. Someone stood in the doorway, eyes wide, and God did that make her crumble even further. But this time, there were arms wrapping around her, pulling her close and nails, raking through what remained of her hair. She buried her face into their chest and just let herself cry. She cried and cried until she couldn't seem to muster any more tears.

"Dez..." Ed's quiet response came after a moment or two of prolonged silence. "Desiree, talk to me." he insisted when he got nothing but a sniffle in response, pulling her back by the shoulders to get a good look at her. He frowned a bit and brushed some hair off of her cheek. "I..." She choked out. "Oh god, what did I do... my hair..." She sniffled, trying not to cry again. "Hey, hey..." he hushed "Cmon tell me what's up." he reminded as he pulled her with him to rest against the sink cabnit. Still supporting her with an arm around the shoulder. "I... Dad is sick again." She whispered, and he seemed to understand almost immediately. "Yeah..he is..." he nodded solemly.

"I miss him.." She added, closing her eyes and resting against the strong weight beside her. "I know ya do... he misses ya, too." he reminded, and she couldn't help but smile sadly at that. "He's not coming home anytime soon... and this week was.. supposed to be our concert week." She struggled to get her words out with that feeling bubbling up in her throat again. The feeling that everything was falling apart, Edward just squeezed her shoulder in response. "Yeah Tiá was talking about that earlier this week... you guys go every year..."

"Yeah... and now we can't... " she choked harshly but pushed on. "I know it's dumb. I know he can't help it. It's not that big a deal it just.. it kinda made me realize that there's a good chance that we won't get to do a lot of stuff together, and I don't know... I just cracked, and now my hair is a mess, and I'm a mess.. everything's a mess..." She wiped at her eyes furiously as she spoke. "That's alright." He seemed to have decided. "It's okay to be a little bit of a mess sometimes..." And Dez briefly caught herself thinking about how Ed should probably take that sentiment to heart as well. "And I wouldn't say your hair is a mess..." he laughed a little, moving a bit to get a better look. "it's a bit choppy, yeah... but I don't think it looks bad on ya!" she seemed rather skeptical as she glanced up at the older boy. "Really?"

"Yeah! Just needs a bit of touch up, here..." he insisted, pulling her up and directing her to the mirror as he grabbed the scissors that had been discarded on the counter and immediately started cutting away. "Hey!" she tensed a bit, "Just trust me, Dez." he sighed with a roll of his eyes, and soon he set them back down. "See..?" she was a bit scared to look up at first but slowly she opened her eyes (which she hadn't really registered squeezing shut until now) and... he was right... it wasn't awful. "It'll take a little gettin used to, it is a big change." he hummed, fluffing her hair up a bit to check the length. "But I think you might end up liking it... and if you don't... it's just hair. It'll grow back."

She wasn't sure how to feel, standing there with a boy she'd for some reason expected to be mean when first meeting him.. it was a funny thought now. She stood there studying his work, his hands resting comfortingly on her shoulder... She didn't know how to feel, but another gentle squeeze cleared her mind. "Hey..." his voice was soft. "It'll be okay... I know it doesn't feel like it right now... everything's a bit hectic, and it's hard to see it, but... You'll be okay." And somehow, when Edward said it, it sounded a lot more believable. She couldn't help but feel better with the reminder that even when her Dad was gone. Ed would still be there... he was always there... whether she wanted or not... "Hey Eddie?" She whispered after another long pause. Ed had already gotten to cleaning up the mess she'd made. He seemed to do that a lot... "Yeah?" He hummed, not looking up from his task of sweeping up hair. "Would you wanna go to a concert this weekend?" He seemed a bit confused for a moment, but the confusion was short-lived, and he seemed to understand. He smiled fondly to himself and nodded.

"Yeah, I would."

Dez had a feeling that she'd be okay...

#ibvs #ibvs posts #isaac beamer versus the supernatural #edward quinton #dez gonzalez #Its never stated what exactly is wrong with Dez's dad from what i recall #but anytime i think of a sick parent my brain immediately goes to cancer #so thats what i went with #i love them dearly!

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septembersghost · 7 months

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It must be so exhausting to be a celebrity and have to calculate your outings and plan your relationships and fake your emotional reactions all the time just to keep yourself popular and consumable because it's tiring to watch it

social media has, almost counterintuitively, made it harder and harder for famous people to interact in any sort of meaningful or genuine way too. especially over the past few years, everything has gotten increasingly curated, polished, controlled, and a lot of their management was already fairly stringent. or the fanbases are so scarily off the wall and toxic that they have to delete their online presences altogether due to invasive behavior. this isn't to say everything is fake, it's certainly not, but it's gotten easier for savvy audiences to recognize the game for what it is, and i think there's a lot of dislike/resentment towards that, but it's not really an opt-out situation. turning art into content and artists into consumable products rather than living, breathing human beings...

i can tell you this much, i would NOT be built for it and would not survive it. i am too sensitive and fragile and too easy to read and too unwilling to play along, i wouldn't be able to handle all that, and sadly it's not shocking that it breaks a lot of people.

i keep thinking about what jenna ortega said to elle fanning a few months ago:

"I want people to be able to get to know the people behind the camera and realize that people should never be put on a pedestal. And the more I’ve been exposed to the world, people prey on that and take advantage of that. They see your vulnerability and twist it in a way that you don’t always expect. [Starts to cry] It’s so strange...It’s such a hard thing to balance. Because how do you be honest without jeopardizing your own health and safety? It’s very easy to feel almost out of control...I still have this really intense urge to be human and honest and authentic. Another thing about this industry is you get in front of a camera and people want you to be something else — where it’s “Have more energy” or “Could you smile?” and it just feels gross. And I don’t want to feel gross. I would rather people see me cry and do whatever than be something I’m not."

we demand they be human, but not too flawed, entertaining, but not too emotional, vulnerable, but not embarrassing, and the slightest weakness or misstep is pounced upon or twisted to mock people and tear them apart. someone shares a struggle and is often now met with, "who cares? you're (rich, successful, beautiful, privileged), shut up," as if those conditions of life - while surely exceedingly helpful - preclude people from hurt or humanity. and so they retreat, share less, manufacture more to just appease the brand. it's such a sad cycle and so antithetical to the connections we find in art.

#we're weirdly getting back to the studio system vibe except instead of the suits controlling everything it's social media #anonymous #letterbox #fandom discourse

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hmshermitcraft · 1 year

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Hello! New to the blog, please let me know if I’ve gotten anything wrong with how I’m supposed to use the ask box!

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Gem was the princess of Camelot. Well, current day Camelot. Which was now in ruins.

She heaved a sigh. Oh how she wished she could be a princess like her ancestors long ago.

But noooo. She had to be born thousands of years after the golden age of the kingdom she’d dreamt of. The kingdom that would’ve been rightfully hers.

History is a strange yet fascinating thing. Not many species get to learn that they have a history. And here Gem was, in a classroom learning about the reign of her great-great-great-great-…-great grand father, King Arthur.

She found herself dreaming. What would Camelot look like today? What would she contribute as Queen? Who would she meet?

Flipping through the endless pages, a name had caught her eye. His name was under the defects label. ‘Wels, knight of Camelot.’

‘On the quest to find the holy grail, Wels knight was nowhere to be found. Some scouts say that he had run far into the woods during formation. Some say that he ran into the night. Sources vary.’

She hummed. Disappearing into the night huh. Hot. She caught herself. What are you thinking. This man is dead at this point in time. If he was alive he’d be 2000 years old at this point!

Gem buried her nose into her textbook, hiding her poppy red face from the world.

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When Gem joined Hermitcraft;

Wels is oblivious to the fact that he is in modern textbooks, and was as shocked as Gem was when she first met him.

“Welsknight… Wels, knight of Camelot…?”

“How do you know that-?”

“I’ve read about you in my textbooks-“

“I’m in textbooks?!?!”

“How are you alive! You should be like 2000 years old by now?!?”

Xisuma, who has been standing there for the past two minutes said,

“Accidental time travel, and lots of lines of code. You don’t want know.”

—

May I be 🎨 anon? Is that how this works?

(anon, you're absolutely perfect <3)

Wels found Gem's interest in him... A little off-putting at first. Nobody else on the server even knew about his origins (besides maybe Scar, if he hadn't forgotten by now) so it's strange being interrogated! Gem wanted know every single detail about Camelot and the life there.

For Wels, Camelot was only a few years ago. It's difficult answering Gem's questions. It brought up grief that he was still trying to navigate. Thankfully, Gem backed off when she realised. Wels appreciated the thoughtfulness.

He didn't find out about her connection to Camelot until several months into the season. He just so happened to be coming to visit when he heard Gem and Pearl talking about it. The pair were sat around a big textbook, Gem pointing at pictures. And Gem said it, plain as day, that if Camelot still existed, she'd be the princess.

Sadly, there was very little Gem could tell him about her family lineage. Most was lost to myth and legend, she only had what's captured in writing - old textbooks and stories. She happily told Wels what she knows, though, with a soft empathy as they cover harder parts. They grew closer as they bond over the past. Until, gradually, they started to form a relationship in the present.

Wels had a bit of a crisis, because he couldn't fall for the princess, but Gem shrugged. Princess of what, was her simple reply. Her and Wels are just normal people now, shouldn't they get to define what that means for them? So they did. And what it meant turned out to be quiet dates on sunny days, and holding hands, and kisses.

Wels might not be protecting Camelot anymore. And he doesn't really need to protect its princess either, she can do that herself. He can love her, though. And she loves him back.

#hermitshipping #ask #welsknight tag #gem tag #tayls #🎨 anon #mod 🎀

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the-soul-of-a-morningstar · 14 days

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Hello! Thank you so much for doing a matchup trade with me :3 you seem so cool btw. here I go!

Also just @ me when your done!

my name is jaxrel! i also use "jax" for short, I also use other names like lan, himawari, eden, etc. I use he/him pronouns and im a trans man who's bisexual with more of a male pref. and thanks to the testosterones I have a deeper voice :D im a aquarius and i have a lot of mental discorders which l'll get to in a bit.

PERSONALITY: I'm a ENTP, 4W3 (or 3W2) Ravenclaw. I'm very extroverted but I also have some introvert traits which l'll get down to in a minute, my personality is very unique but also hard to describe. I'm very confident, straightforward and I have a sense of justice for myself (I have a urge to correct someone of faulty information), uses "big" words, good sense of humor, playful, entertaining, optimistic, mischievous, curious(l'm nosy and I love gossip), I can be a rule breaker(sometimes don't mean to). l'm extremely independent, when comfortable talk about a lot of stuff for hours, loud talker, emotions come off as sarcastic or silly due to autism). As for my sense of humor I can be sometimes crude. l'm a very chill and intelligent person but some people would say I have some "repressed anger issues, get a reallyyy overractive Brain, tend to get deep and philosophical when I'm left on my own for to long, I can be verbally aggressive when prevoked. Usually when I meet people I come off as awkward and shy, even distant but l'lI get comfortable with them soon enough. I'm very polite and sweet btw! I may look scary sometimes (*cough* that's what I get for being emo *coughs harder*) but l'm always there for someone no matter what. I'm the dad friend. When I go out I always bring water bottles, first aid kit, chapsticks (pretty much anything you can think of). I have a lot of social awareness but i often intentionally act in a rash and unapologetic way because personally i do not care at all for social norms or rules. As l'm the dad friend (also the therapist friend too) l've been told give a lot of good advice and im also a very good listener too. English isn’t my first language either since I was born in the Middle East and speak Arabic more, basically my English isn’t the best and I’m much more fluent in Arabic, Spanish, Korean and Japanese. Here's more information linked here about me. (which I suggest reading)

I've been diagnosed with a lot of disorders such as Autism, ADHD, Schizophrenia, BPD + etc, it's hard especially with my Autism, sadly a lot of these run on my mothers side of the family and I gotten a lot of them, I'm prone to psychosis/ delusions and sometimes it happens in episodes that can last for months. I also get really mad if people piss me off which goes for my repressed anger issues.

When i'm talking to people I get very loud and unhinged, just very silly like i'm spamming cursed images and telling my friends i'm going to eat their skin and shit like that (AS A JOKE......), just being very neurotic. a lot of my friends describe me as a feral creature HELP. I also use a lot of memes to react to things (which is usually anime, kpop, or just random ones)

I'm very flirty towards people sometimes, sometimes even tease a little but it's not mean spirited or anything. I'm still a friendly person. And I spend time and effort on the people I like and the things I find interesting but I find pretty much anything interesting hehe.

I've been told I act a lot more like victor nikitorov from a lot of my friends and I kinda know why because of how cheerful can be and from what I know I don't seem to understand -or even care about-conventional social norms. I also have that rock star charm. And as an extra I can always dazzle woman and men alike without a single glance). And I also act like Elysia a lot too which you can find more here from her personality.

MISC.: clumsy; accidentally (+purposefully) misuses slang or common phrases ; enjoys skin care and hair care ; I also tend to enjoy makeup routines to be more masculine; able to pick up new skills relatively quickly; studied french, korean, japanese + etc; l'm very good at doing my outfits (probably because I got a lot of help from chinese people...) ; prone to being a bit directionless in life ; prone to bad luck but tries to find the humor in most situations ; life approach: to live a life of varied experiences, to not take life too seriously, to not dwell too much on the past.

KINS: hiyori tomoe (enstars), yoosung kim (mystic messenger), jumin han (mystic messenger), hanako (tbhk), felix kranken (twf), albedo (genshin impact), shoya ishida (a silent voice), tom (eddsworld). eridan (homestuck), karkat (homestuck), shu itsuki (enstars), miyamura izumi (horimiya), michael afton (FNAF), lolbit (FNAF), mangle (FNAF), natsume sakasaki (enstars), sora harukawa (enstars), urumi akamaki (alice in borderland), V (mystic messenger), hagumi kitazawa (bandori), matsubara kanon (bandori), shinji ikari (neon genesis evangelion), minami kotobuki (oshi no ko), lain iwakura (serial experiments lain), hajime hinata (danganronpa), k-angel (needy streamer overdose) and more.

KINS I RELATE TO THE MOST: Victor Nikiforov (Yuri On Ice), Tei (Nameless), Cutthroat (Akudama Drive, Except the Bloodlust cutthroat has.), Elysia (Honkai Impact 3rd), Ranpo Edogawa (Bungo Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu (Bungo Stray Dogs), Space Ishtar (Fate), Okita Souji (Fate), Langa Hasegawa (Sk8 The Infinity), Sherlock Holmes (TGAA), Zack (Final Fantasy 7), Vash The Stampede (Trigun), Roy Mustang (Fullmetal Alchemist), Otonashi Yuzuru (Angel Beats), Karma Akabane (Assassination Classroom), Vanitas (Study Case of Vanitas), Zoe Hange (AOT), Shinoa Hiragi (Seraph of The End) + more

(psssst, my kin lists will help you know more about my personality:))

LOVE LANGUAGES: physical touch, quality time. (giving) gift-giving, physical touch, quality time (receiving)

(I really like physical touch the most and I always get called a "clingy koala" because I love hugs sm, and also because I cuddle my plushies for HOURS on no end)

IDEAL DATE(S): Usually if I was the one to chose a date it would be at dinner or at a picnic outside somewhere nice and maybe we can either go to the movies, arcade or mall. I wouldn't really care what my partner would like to do, and if they wanna do something and wanna buy something l'I have so much money on me. I would also die (not rlly, I would feel my SOUL go out of my body) if my partner were to ever get anything I liked (which is plushies, energy drinks, chocolate (AND) strawberries, etc) ILL LITERALLY HUG THE SHIT OUTTA THEM.

HOBBIES: gaming, anthropology pathology, theology, zoology, music, dancing, filmmaking, art (drawing, painting, pottery, digital art, etc), learning different instruments/languages, cosplaying, skateboarding, tabletop RPG's, taking pictures of things that I think are pretty, collecting figurines/stuffed animals and puppetry, science/history, soccer(football)/volleyball/ basketball, skating and swimming, cooking/baking, art is definitely my main hobby I dedicate a lot of time to it, I can play 5 instruments which is the piano, cello, koto and bass/electric guitar, I know 6 languages and I'm learning more right now (which are hindi, german, cantonese and chinese if your interested).

I love gaming a lot and I play a lot of survival horror games, role-playing games, visual novels, etc, spent a lot of my money on games for my nintendo, Ps5 and computer. I play too much on roblox and basically during my freetime when I'm not studying other things I like/OR for school I'm usually in my gaming seat playing away and eating junk food. The games I really enjoy playing is roblox, class of 09, honaki impact 3rd, omori, any rhythm games and etc…

I also like writing and reading a lot, including with a studying new things with history, languages, etc. I love taking naps too and I also enjoy watching youtube (my favorite youtubers are flamingo, berleezy, kub scoutz, markiplier, benoftheweek, funkyfrogbait, etc). This also includes with me liking to watch movies as well, same goes for tv shows, asian dramas, etc.. (I also tend to rewatch a lot but not too much; like watching the harry potter movies, any of the marvel movies, horror movies, etc.)

I've been told I'm a very good dancer! I do belly dancing and I also do hiphop dancing as well. I've been in a lot of sports for years now since I was little (thank you to my mother for forcing me :,D) and now I'm in so many! and l've won a lot of rewards and I've been to a couple championships all because of me.

I'm also very, VERY skilled in cooking, baking, etc and I'm always happy to share what I baked with my closest ones.

Likes: Chocolate, Strawberries, Pizza, Iced Coffee and Boba Tea, Anime/ Manga, Music, Food, Winning in arguments online or irl, Reading, Cats, Sharks, Animals in general, Cold/or Rainy Weather, Shopping, Action or Romance movies, Kdrama(pretty much any asian dramas), Spicy & Sweet Food, Ramen.

Music: | like (too much) music a lot. I'm a k/jpop stan, I listen to metal/rock a lot, I listen to vkei and vocaloid a lot too, this is also another genre I enjoy listening to but idk what to call it but it's similar to 6arelyhuman, Odetari, Kets4eki, etc (I make similar music to them), I also listen to a lot of indie pop, rap music and scene music. I've been a really big lemon demon fan and I really like listening to any sad music too. my spotify is here

Apperance: l'm pretty tall l'm 5'8 right now and l'm on the very skinny side (I literally get called a twig everyday I'm half Polish and Half Middle Eastern (Iraqi) / Filipino. People usually get confused and a lot I get questions if I'm from North Korea, Hawaii, Brazil or Mexico (it's mostly north korea though HELP idk why people think that), I have dyed black hair. My hair is pretty short (but a little long only going down my neck a few inches) but I get a lot of compliments for it. When I get out of bed from sleeping my hair is always looking like a mess (psst I also have bangs too. Ive been told I look both masculine and feminine. I have piercings (one in (?) my nose, two on the bottom of my lips, and a couple more on both of my ears). I want a tattoo so bad, If I ever get one it would be on the side of my belly and it would be a spider tattoo. I have a dimple on my chin and I have hazel almond eyes.

Aesthetic/Clothing Style: Ok so this is definitely what makes me unique to people other than my personality, my fashion extends to gyaru (hime gal, himekaji, agejo, gyaruo, rokku, manba, banba, kogal, tsuyome, and kigurumi), goth (trad goth, romantic goth, mall goth, cyber goth, and victorian goth), scenemo/emo (ofc), & Y2K, jirai kei, vkei, ouji and lolita, suits + dresses (+ MORE) I usually wear these fashion outfits whenever 'm in school, when i'm out somewhere, during my job, or just to look cool. Whenever I'm not in my crazy outfits I'm usually dressed in my "IDGAF" outfits by that I mean are like pj pants and a black shirt, usually I look like I'm alternative whenever I'm not dressed, I wear a lot of jeans, sweatshirts, etc.

Accessories: Usually when I'm in my outfits I bring a lot of accessories with me, I have tote bags that I use to carry things I wanna carry INCLUDING with purses, back packs, etc. I'm a big kpop and jpop fan so you'll see me carrying photo cards or any kind of merch of my favorite groups/ group members. I also have anime keychains/etc, and I also have like hazbin hotel/helluva boss merch too. you'll always see me wearing rings around my fingers a lot, and whenever I'm feeling "girly" I wear a lot of earrings. I also tend to bring perfume and cologne with me, but it's usually any good smelling sprays like mint hot chocolate or strawberry short cake.

Thank you so much! Have a good day!

a/n: Lowkey forgot to not do this with the ask attached but I started yapping in my drafts and forgot to not do it with the ask so mb 😔 But thank you for doing this with me! Here are your results, dear!

Angel Dust

There’s a lot to touch on here, but personality wise I think you and Angel’s personality’s clash a lot (in good way!) Like, you both are very similar yet very different to me, and that helps balance things, I guess? Like you both know how to get eachother back on track or get the other one to see the other side of things, but with an understanding of the other, since you’re both similar yet different, you know?

Another way you and Angel Dust bond is over fashion, despite your varying tastes in clothes, Angel loves every item of clothing you wear. One of your favorite things to do (especially if one of you is leaving for an extended period of time) is picking out each other outfits out of each others wardrobes

Since Angel also has a language he speaks (Italian) if you don’t already know Italian, he will teach it to you, in hopes that you teach him your language(s) as well. He likes being able to talk with you in another language because it feels like there’s no one else in the world but you two, and it feels more private if people are around, y’know?

Runner-Ups: Lucifer, Vox, Charlie

@the-soul-of-a-morningstar : please do not copy, repost or translate onto any other platform.

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tblsomedoodles · 10 months

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Oh my gosh.

Before the Director culls himself, he tells Carolina that she’s the best thing he’s ever created.

Does Simmons not exist to him anymore or does he think Simmons is still dead? What if he knew Simmons was alive but didn’t bother to get him after the whole freelancer thing got destroyed?

Gasp! Did Tex mostly just throw him really hard during that fight in the backup building where they meet FILSE. Would FILSE know who Simmons was due to a face scan? (He still has half his original face)

Gosh if FILSE joined in on the Grif dunking just because she felt it in her circuits. (She’d still mock Simmons, I mean, it’s really easy too do so) (but some Buried code, from the director when he still cared enough, made a program that actives to be an obnoxious in-law to whoever thought they were good enough for his children)

I can’t stop my self from saying this, but I hate the director more than I sympathize with him. His xsswholery towards his kid(s) was just ugh! Too stubborn to help his own daughter when she was in clear pain!!! Ugh!!!!

Do you think he even mourned her when she was presumed dead? Like she was the only real family he had left!

You've got a lot of that right, sadly enough.

i'm actually going to put it under a break b/c this is getting a bit long and i've started adding screenshots for evidence lol

B/c the Director really does not acknowledge Simmons as his child anymore (i don't think he had for quite some time, maybe even before Freelancer.) not to mention, i'm pretty sure he played favorites, favoring Carolina even before loosing Alison.

i have some animatic screenshots that illustrate this. hold on while i fetch them lol.

ok, like in this family photo (taken right before Alison left on that last mission) the Director's focus is on Carolina while Alison's is mostly on Simon.

and here

when the house was burning down? he made sure Carolina got out but left Simon in the burning room to find his own way out. (i actually had another few panels i cut from this that showed him walking out but i didn't like the vibes they had) The dude played favorites pretty much from the moment they were born, and it was very clear who was his favorite.

Simon was too much like him for the Director to ever care for him. He was always the child that wasn't good enough. so when he disappeared from the MOI, the Director cared more about the fact he did so in the flashiest of explosions, than the fact he was actually gone.

Also, he does know that Simon is alive, and knows exactly where he is. (I don't think he realizes he stole Eta, but then again, he might not know of Eta's existence regardless.) I mean, the dude's the worst at making a disguise lol. no joke, his 'i'm not a freelancer' disguise was cutting off his ponytail and ditching his glasses and labcoat. That's it! And his name change? Dude when from "Simon Church" to "Richard Simmons". He all but kept hsi first name and tacked it on as his last! (the reason he chose Richard as his name is funny tho. I thought i wrote him talking to Grif about it at some point but i can't find it. It basically went like this "My dad always said he had wanted me to be named after him." "His name was Richard?" "No, but he was a Dick." lol)

But yeah, I actually think The Director rigged it so Simmons ended up in the simulation base, that way he knew where he was if needed but Simmons would still think he had gotten away from Freelancer. (I imagine the "this was a simulation base for Freelancer all along" revelation hits him a LOT harder for this au. dude would not handle that well at all.)

As for the Tex vs the Reds + tucker, yeah she doesn't hit Simmons quite as much as the rest of them. (which i didn't notice until i just rewatched that fight scene. Thanks for the excuse btw : ) ) Like, he does get hit with a couple shipping containers and a few mild explosions (and yeeted a few times) but she doesn't down right pumble him like the other three. Sure, there's several inseries reasons for this (he was keepign his distance for rocket launcher reasons being one) but for this? Tex would rather have him out of the picture than have to fight him. even if he wasn't the grownup kid of the woman she was based off of (complicated much?) he's still an ex-freelancer. He poses more of a threat than the other three combined, if he had wanted to. (PLUS! he has Eta in his implant by then, so he could, very well, run equipment if he wanted to. He doesn't b/c he doesn't want anyone to know about Eta, but it's still an option. Eta got woken up/moved to his implant about the end of season 6, i think. It was the only way Simmons could think of to protect them from the emp since simmons's own cybernetics are emp resistant. Eta's been a little voice in his head since then, which does not help the dude's anxiety, let me tell you.)

as for FILSS? i think she does recognize him but that's not why she jumps on the 'lets be mean to grif' train. i think she literally only does that b/c she sees tex doing it and goes, well if tex doesn't like this dude, then i guess i don't either.

and, yeah, there's definitely a reason why the Director is more hated than loved. even canonically, he barely even looked at Carolina, not even calling her by her name when he said goodbye for the last time.

I don't know if he morned her or just kept his focus on trying to get back Alison. He was a broken man pretty much since Alison died.

i have a different fic i wrote, that, at the end of his life, discribed him as this "He looks like a shell of what he used to be. Little more than the biproducts he created in the other room.[refering to the many tex bots]". And that's something i still hold true for that man (and also one of the favorite lines i've written to date lol). The fact that he could never let his wife go, destroyed so much more than just his own life. and it wasn't right.

ANYWAYS! that's it for my ranting lol.

Thank you!!

#asks #rvb #simmons's runaway freelancer au

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