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hastyprovocateur · 2 months

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Another Analysis on Mizu×Akemi

(Because there can never be enough)

l gotta admit it... the show was very ambiguous as to which character ends up with who and under what circumstances they're going to like each other. A lot of people see Taigen and Mizu because Mizu's sexuality, atleast in regards to liking men, is confirmed. She did feel attracted to her husband when she was married and she does associate some strong feelings with Taigen since she imagined that heated fight moment in the brothel when Kaji showed her the threesome. Then again... it's a threesome so there's allusion but no absolutes so far.

As for Mizu and Akemi, even if the two women could move in a romantic direction, they were too tied up in their own shit. Mizu was preoccupied with her revenge which is why she gave Akemi up in ep5 and Akemi couldn't see past her marriage with Taigen not because she thought he was a great guy but because he was the best option. He was close to home and not an entire brute as far as she knew. And then she didn't have a choice in marrying Taka either who turned out to be decent but no man warrants undying love just for being half human.

Needless to say, Akemi was dealing with her own shit. Mizu had Fowler to kill and there was little allusion to romance even if there are strong feelings between the two. Akemi, still, had to mean something for Mizu to flash back the first time their eyes met on the bridge when she was close to dead. As well as the addition of Akemi's knife to her blade. Likewise, Akemi claimed to have searched the onryo's eyes for love. But that's it as far as proof of feelings go. Nothing more Nothing less.

Coming to Mizu, even if her feelings were involved somewhere between Taigen and Akemi, she didn't didn't intervene in ep 8 and set the record straight by setting Akemi free, sending Taigen after her so they can be together and then leaving Ringo with Master Eiji. I was convinced that Akemi was gonna run into Taigen's arms after finding her newfound freedom but I was impressed when she chose greatness instead.

As for Mizu's revenge, she deliberately embarked to London alone. As far as she knows, everyone is better off without her but we see quite evidently that after Mizu's intervention nothing is going to be the same again. This doesn't show that she doesn't care, she does to the extent of resolving everything so they can be happy, but for the sake of her revenge, it is understood that Mizu doesn't want to get distracted from her focus or have a loved one get injured because of her path.

NOW... everything else is speculation. It's anyone's guess so I'll try my hand at it. I'm thinking of the bigger picture here and no revenge story ends in revenge right? It ends with love. And Mizu won't be paired up with a Londoner I'm sure, because her story has to wind back to Japan, where she started.

So who could she end up with? Ringo is her best friend and confidante but the writing focuses greatly on their platonic bond. There is allusion to more with Taigen, who is her childhood bully turned blood brother granted he's not major of a character, the writers downplayed him themselves by not giving him that intense of a character arc like Akemi or a whole change of absolute resolve for revenge unlike Mizu.

Writingwise, Taigen was always kinda straddling the line of liking Akemi but really not, wanting to kill Mizu but really not, wanting honour but really not, wanting happiness but really not. His end wasn't concluded beyond him getting rejected by Akemi and his and Mizu's future was not remotely indicated. If he was on the ship with her, the writers would've shown us but he's suspended midair for the time being.

If Mizu is to have a high stake romance, it... has to be with Akemi... don't you think? Taigen never posed any real threat to Mizu, he can't outclass or outsmart her, they have great camaraderie and that's when he finally decided to treat her decently and going beyond to show loyalty, trust and support for what she does. There wasn't heavy ground for him to dislike her initially either, outside of his own arrogance. It wasn't a big change of character on his part to like Mizu since he's never had sincere grounds for hating her in the first place.

Even if Taigen improves his character in the following season, I can't see Mizu and Taigen being balanced and opposed enough for the two to willingly choose the other against the odds as opposed to falling in love due to convenient proximity. Taigen, I'm sorry to say, seems to blow with the wind and doesn't have much determination for pursuits as far as the writing goes. Pairing that with Mizu's iron will creates dissonance. If Mizu chooses love, it would be against the ODDS of all her other pursuits.

Her rage. Her revenge. Her agony.

And that, I only see matched in Akemi.

Only Akemi could go against her grain as much as Mizu to actually fall in love.

Akemi isn't in love with the Shogun's son, but has accepted him as a means to her pursuit for greatness for the purpose of which Takayoshi is a decent man who is likely to not try and subdue her. I'd go so far to say Akemi has rejected love as a means to survive and is bent on acquiring power to ensure her success so that no harm comes her way because. Just like Mizu, she once fought for love only to get betrayed by it.

Seki brought the Shogun's proposal to Daichi because he'd decided on Akemi's behalf that "Im only doing what's right for you." Taigen put his honour above ensuring that Akemi is not displaced in his absence, Akemi's father had all intentions of carting her off as a commodity to the Shogun's for his own political schemes, telling her that she's "not the hero of his family." And Mizu... also doomed Akemi in the hubris of thinking "She's better off."

In Kaji's words- "You stood by as the guards dragged her away screaming." Akemi doesn't see Mizu as trustworthy anymore, any overture for friendship or romance will take a lot from her end because from Akemi's perspective, she rode back captive on horseback with strange men, coming to terms with that fact that her agency will now be ripped away, her teeth blackened as an accessory to visually appeal to her new family and she'll be forced into her new husband's quarters to commit her "wifely duties." Takayoshi not being a brute was an exeption to the rule and for which Akemi is greatly lucky which makes sense why she's decided to stick by her new means and to work within them.

Circling back to stories... just as all revenge stories end with the prevalence of love so do all stories of greatness. Akemi and Mizu both deserve to be loved and it is evident because that's all they wanted initially. A simple house on the edge of nowhere, a life unremarkable and staid. Filled only by love and the company of two. For both Mizu and Akemi, this dream of love only brought crushing pain, it cemented them into paths where they want anything but love. Mizu in her descent for revenge and Akemi on her ascent to power. Their middle ground is love which they will have to fight towards if they ever decide to meet halfway but god... it would be a glorious fight.

In a future season... if a certain someone... fell in love enough to give up... power... and a certain someone fell in love enough to give up revenge. If the red eyed princess... decided to run away with the blue eyed samurai... in that, I will find peace...

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naranjapetrificada · 6 months

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Izzy becomes a "real boy"

So obviously I haven't been able to shut up about the way Izzy has been written in season 2 and I stand by my disappointment and criticism, even knowing that the writers were given a herculean task of cramming 10 pounds of season into an 8 pound bag. Even knowing that, his "arc" such as it is has felt very off to a lot of people, present company included. I'm a cogitator at heart (thanks AuDHD!) and that can turn "make it make sense" into a prime directive sometimes. So here I am, trying once again.

I felt a particular way about Izzy after the end of season 1, which I would describe as "not especially strongly" because I primarily saw his character as a storytelling tool/useful foil more than anything else. But his presence and characterization in season 2 have been haunting me this time and not in a good way, because I've spent this season trying and failing to make it make sense. But something just occurred to me that I hope I can explain in a coherent way:

If season 1 Izzy was more a storytelling tool than anything else, maybe season 2 was an attempt to turn the puppet into a Real Boy. And if so, maybe things did not go as planned.

There are so, so many good posts going into the things that don't work about how Izzy has been handled this season, to the point that I'm not gonna try reinventing the wheel. Some of the reasons it hasn't worked for some of us include:

Much of his alleged growth apparently happening offscreen, most likely due to the reduced budget and episode count.

The lack of connective tissue between many of his scenes, some of which can be attributed to the previous point about corporate fuckery but other parts of which are hard to explain beyond "idk I guess the writers felt like it?"

The unfortunate connotations of sidelining nonwhite characters like Jim, who was the only character beyond the central pair to receive a detailed backstory, flashbacks, and a multi-episode character arc

The unchecked racialized comments he gets to drop about Edward (calling him a "wild dog" or seemingly mixing him up with Roach) that in season 1, would have resulted in violent retribution as a sign of the story's disapproval

The lines we get from Izzy that feel like they should have been said by other characters, and maybe that would have been based on the expectations of the show that we left season 1 with

The way it seems like Izzy's suffering is being used as a stand-in for actual moments of reflection or atonement, which is a pretty fucked up dynamic to set up as precursor to redemption

The way Izzy now gets to partake in the very behaviors he denigrated in Ed last season, which would be a cool and moving character beat if there was a single, solitary narrative acknowledgement in the harm caused by his treatment of Ed in s1e10. Ditto for him apparently just being cool with shit that once would have been his worst nightmare.

The fact that so many of these issues could have been addressed in a quick throwaway line or two that showed that the narrative understood what was wrong to reassure us all because by definition if a character is getting a redemption arc, it's because they did something wrong, right?

There's plenty more of course, but that's not why I made this post. I made this post because regardless of why the decision was made to handle Izzy this way this season, the attempt was made to flesh him out in ways that his role last season may not have been initially written for. Con's performance and certain production choices hinted at a depth to his character that may or may not have been on the page, but helped make for a pretty interesting season 1 antagonist.

For season 2 they decided to make Izzy a real boy, but the combination of a reduced budget, a lower episode count, and whatever creative darlings they couldn't seem to kill in order to give us more development of his transformation made sticking the landing impossible because we're lacking certain elements for basic comprehension.

Imagine you know almost nothing of the story of Pinocchio and someone starts up the Disney movie version of it for you but it's a weirdly edited version of it. There's no narration from Jiminy Cricket, mostly because there's no Jiminy Cricket at all. We see Geppetto crafting a wooden puppet, but not the part where he wishes for him to be a real boy, which makes it kinda weird to then see the part where the fairy brings him to life and says he can become a real boy but okay, let's go with it.

Now let's say the one thing you've always heard about the story is that Pinocchio's nose grows when he lies. So we get to the scene where he lies to the fairy but for whatever reason, his nose doesn't grow. No one comments on the inconsistency, and when you mention the nose thing all anyone wants to talk about is how great Pinocchio's nose looks.

Then Pinocchio goes to Pleasure Island and while the animation and acting seem great as usual, and the language of cinema appears to be setting up something dark on the horizon. Then Pinocchio's new friend Lampwick starts transforming into a donkey, this random well-dressed cricket shows up to admonish Pinocchio, and our puppet friend is randomly immune to the thing turning other kids into donkeys. No one comments on that either. Maybe Pinocchio even gloats about it a little, which seems like a weird storytelling decision that merits a follow up discussion later.

And I guess this is the part of this over-extended metaphor where you remember you have somewhere to be but you'll finish the film later, because as an audience we won't know how things shake out for season 2 Izzy until the finale. Presumably we'll still get the scene where he magically turns into a real boy, but there isn't exactly time for anything else like all that stuff with the whale. Maybe the real boy scene will happen, but for whatever reason the animator kept drawing him like the wooden puppet and every time you point it out no one will take you seriously.

Wouldn't that be a weird thing to experience?

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd s2 #ofmd meta #izzy hands #izzy critical #not really critical but that tag is useful for people's filters #ofmd season 2 #ofmd spoilers #ofmd season 2 spoilers #our flag means death spoilers #tbh I don't even understand how Izzy fans feel good about his arc #if this happened to a secondary character I loved I would be pretty upset

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sciderman · 2 months

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this might be an unpopular opinion but actually i think that in homecoming mcu peter was very well characterized? i thought he brought the sass and was very headstrong and i think that's why that film is my favorite out of his, he was throwing himself into situations without deliberation with just a very restless and agitated feel to him at points, and actively driving the plot forward in a way that to me felt very baby peter. i think that fanon (like irondad, woobifying him in fics etc) has contributed to a perception of him that isn't super strong in actual canon. i also think the writers would benefit from reading your tags on that post lol, cause mcu spidey is at his best when HIS choices are actively driving the plot, and at its weakest when hes reacting to things happening to him like in far from home. there's potential for spidey 4, there's a lot of room for angry, broken, but hopeful peter, and i'm sure the mcu will disappoint me but i am a fool and live in hope :')

i guess you have some kind of a point there, and i can see the point you're making - but – i think where it doesn't work is that we never actually get an inkling as to why peter's restless and agitated. why he cares so much about being a hero. why he wants to. when like, in civil war he actually kind of didn't want to get involved with the avengers. he was blackmailed into it. so why that 180?

no consistency in the mcu. no consistency at all. i hear that writers don't even consult each other between movies, and i believe it ,, considering how much whiplash i consistently get from mcu character motivations. (constantly thinking of civil war where hawkeye tells scott "you might go to jail for this", and scott says "yeah well what else is new" nonchalantly, like he didn't just fucking have an entire movie where is whole motivation was "i do not want to go to jail because i want to be with my daughter." what the fuck?? what the fuck mcu??? what the fuck?????????? the mcu does this with literally every character too. tony destroying all his armor in one movie and the next one making ARMOR FOR THE WORLD??????????????? 180s just across the board. we're gonna do a thing and then 3 seconds later we're gonna do the exact opposite thing. i hate the mcu.)

in the comics we entirely understand why peter is agitated and restless. we've seen it. we see his justification literally on the front page of his first appearance in amazing fantasy #15.

the world mocked timid teenager peter parker. so peter wants the world to see the awesome might of spider-man. there you go. that's why he put on the stupid tights. we get it. two sentences and we get the whole schtick.

we pointedly do NOT get to see what kind of kid mcu peter parker was before the spider-bite. we never get to know. we do not know what changed. he doesn't even talk about it. not even freaking once. he never laments that he used to be weak. he never expresses the sentiment that his life has improved now that he has powers, or even what having powers really means to him. just a "i've got powers now. guess i have to become a hero. i guess." there's no motivation for him at ALL. power doesn't mean a thing to him. he's just some kid who has powers i guess and who else is kind of super? uh? tony stark?? yeah okay i wanna be tony stark i guess.

IT ALL MEAAAANS nothing!! ! ! ! ! ! nothing fucking at all!!!!!! it's actually SO SO missing the point of spider-man entirely to not pay any mention at all to who peter parker was before the spider-bite. that lives in him every day. it's an ANXIETY that lives in him every day of his life. it's something really important for you to know about peter. in every issue spider-man is IN, this anxiety manifests in some kind of way, in everything he does.

we never see what's changed for him, how it affects his dynamic with his friends, with aunt may, with anyone. it's barely a source of tension for him because actually, his secret identity is thrown around like it's a joke. it baffles my mind how much the mcu misses the mark with spider-man, actually. whenever i think about mcu spider-man i discover some new way they misunderstood spider-man. i didn't even think about how much is missing from just the omission of pre-spider-bite peter parker. it's such a vital part of spider-man's motivation that's been wiped. his motivation in the mcu is so, so vague. his motivation is the same as any kid who has seen an iron man movie. "hey that guy can fly. i want to fly too. and i want to buy iron man action figures and i want a cool suit too." uhh?? yeah?? what kid doesn't?? lame. lame and weak. mcu peter parker doesn't have a unique personality trait to differentiate him from any 10 year old who's watching these movies. weak and lame.

#sci speaks #sorry i wanted to be more on your team anon because your ask is sweet and optimistic and i wanna be sweet and optimistic too #but every time my brain gears start churning over the mcu i find new ways to hate it #sci talks movies

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darklydeliciousdesires · 4 months

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Immortal Beloved - Chapter Seven.

Last update until after Christmas, guys. I guess this gives anyone wishing to catch up a chance to do so, but I must confess that if reads and engagement are still dwindling, the story will likely be discontinued. I don't want to do that really, but I'm not being left with much choice. Working hard on creating something that went from a lot of initial interest to barely any at all is soul destroying for a writer. I appreciate the few people who are committed to it enormously, though.

Previous chapters - Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 3,739

Warnings - 18+ only. Adult themes + vampire content throughout. Minors DNI!

“Well, it looks as if the roads are quite passable now.” Looking at John, she snorted a laugh. It was not the news he’d been hoping to hear.

“Can’t you go and, I dunno, move a load more snow over ‘em, so we don’t have to go anywhere?”

Oh, the bubble they had fallen into over the past few days. Neither truly wanted to burst it by venturing out from within the four walls of Georgian House. They’d spent most of their time naked, either enjoying one another on a sexual level, or simply warming themselves at the fireside while they’d talked for hours on end. Reality, though, it had to come knocking eventually.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she raised a curious eyebrow. “What, I am to go out there and shunt the snowbanks back into every single road running through Birmingham?”

“Yes,” he said, jerking his head in the direction of the front door. “Go on, hop to it.”

Her laugh filled the hallway, curling her fingers at his neck. “You do amuse me, my darling. There is nothing to stop us from coming back here later on. I would like another night with you until my rescheduled work engagements fill up the rest of my week.”

“Yeah,” he breathed, kissing her forehead, “I’m gonna have all that to focus on an’ all. All the races will have been cancelled cos’ of the weather, but we have other things going on I’ll need to be about for.” Those things included words he hadn’t wanted to let into his mind for the last four days since his arrival in Little Aston, such as the Rasmussen’s, and his taking Bryn back to Small Heath to introduce her to his family in order to discuss her own difficulties with them.

“Come, let us depart, then.”

His face was not in agreement with those words. “Do we have to leave right now?”

“You called your brother, and he is back from Warwickshire, yes?”

“Yeah, he is.”

“Then we should not keep him waiting. It is rude, and I pride myself on being polite.”

He grumbled in protest. “I wanted to do something before we did.” He watched her cock her head slightly, his hands wandering over the contours of her body through her long, black skirt. “I really fancy burying me face between your legs for so long, you forget what I look like.”

He winked, and she felt her stomach flutter. “I could never forget a face so handsome, but by all means, you may do that to me later on.”

Biting his lip, he smirked, eyes touring her. “You sure not now?”

The devilment within him. It would be the death of her, if she were not dead already. “Coat and boots. Now. Your family already distrust me. I am not about to give them another reason to stack against me before I have even crossed their threshold.”

That threshold was reached at just past 6pm, Bryn stepping from the car as John took her arm, reaching to open the front door. His arm pulled from hers as he stepped inside, her body rooted to the spot.

Polly’s words the previous week returned to him in an instant. “Ah, yeah I have to invite you in, don’t I?” She nodded. “Won’t you please come in, you ridiculously beautiful woman.” Stepping into the small house, it had a very cosy feel to it, the fire crackling away, evidence of someone having been sitting there, that someone coming hurtling in from the back room.

“Daddy!”

“Hello, pige.” Scooping his daughter up, John kissed her cheek, Katie cuddling up to him tightly as her eyes took in Bryn, who beamed brightly. “What’s this you’ve got on your head, eh?” Gesturing to the wire hanger that had been fashioned, little sequins wrapped around along with paper flowers, he laughed when she batted his hand away with a scowl.

“It’s my crown!” Her finger then pointed at Bryn. “Daddy is this your new lady friend?”

He grinned, nodding. “Yeah, pige. This is Brynhild, but you can call her Bryn, like I do.”

Immediately, she scrambled from his arms. “Hello, Bryn! My name is princess Katie.”

Bryn took to her like a duck to water, placing a hand to her chest with a small gasp. “What, you mean to tell me I am meeting the princess Katie of Small Heath?” The child nodded, tucking her chin a little shyly for a moment. “I am thrilled to make your acquaintance, your majesty.” Katie looked thrilled as Bryn bobbed in a neat curtsy, giggling before launching herself to hug her legs, the vampire lifting her into her arms. “This is a very, very pretty crown.”

“Thanks! I made it, aunt Polly helped but then she got glue on her skirt and said it was a bugger, so I did the rest.”

“Oi, you want smacked legs?” John admonished, pinching her cheek. “Less of the swearing, eh?”

“But Polly said it!” Turning then, she found interest in Bryn’s tattoos, her fingers trailing the lines. “Did you paint these on? Do they come off?”

“No, little princess. I did not paint them on and no, they do not come off.”

“Is it like what uncle Tommy has on his arm? A two two?”

“A tattoo, yes,” she softly corrected, Katie’s fingers reaching to begin playing with the strings of pearls around her neck.

“Where are you from? Your voice is all funny. You don’t talk like we do.” A little more pearl playing went on, Katie studying her intently. “You’re very pretty.”

“Why thank you. Such a compliment, and from royalty too, no less. As for where I am from, I come from a country called Norway.”

Her little head of blonde curls swung around to view her father. “Can we go one day, daddy? Can you drive us there?”

He laughed, taking her back from Bryn. “Not unless cars can suddenly cross water, pige. Now let’s get you off to bed.”

“But I want to say up and talk to Bryn!” Ahh, he knew she’d probably be difficult, confronted with a new person. She likely already had designs on bringing down her doll collection to proudly show off.

“I will come and see you again soon, princess Katie. This I promise.” Bryn vouched, rubbing her nightdress covered thigh affectionately. A few more protests were given before John took her up, coming back to walk Bryn through to the backroom, where there waiting were Tommy, Arthur and Polly.

“Everyone, this is Brynhild. Bryn, this is Arthur, Tommy and Polly.”

Studying them, she made her usual quick assessments, walking first to Tommy. He looked a little stiff, but was certainly the least frosty of the three.

“A pleasure.” She offered her hand, Tommy hesitating only for a second, the echoes of screams that had sounded long ago sharp again within his mind before he shook it. He noticed it as soon as his skin pressed to hers, the ancient power that radiated from her.

She seemed confident and polite, a civilised woman. It did not mean she truly was, though. Whatever sorcery she’d obviously worked on John, he wouldn’t be so quick to succumb, but he would give her a fair chance all the same.

“Polly, hello.” Here she was met with much more coolness, the matriarch of the family lifting her chin as she took a step back, Bryn hearing her heartbeat escalate. She withdrew her hand after a few moments, certain it was not about to be shook. “I am not what your grandmother told you we are.”

“You’ll keep my grandmother’s name out of your mouth, if it’s all the same to you.”

“Pol, knock it on the head,” John warned, his brow creasing.

“No, I bloody won’t,” she protested, although her eyes did not leave Bryn for a second. Her jaw clenched as she swallowed hard, trying to remain rocklike in the presence of a creature she’d been warned never to trust, no matter what. Bryn saw it, though, the way the curls framing her face gently fluttered from her trembles. “But I will at least listen to what she has to say.”

“Well, I flamin’ won’t,” Arthur began, brandishing a large, silver knife as Bryn turned to him. “Don’t you fucking come anywhere near me!”

“Arthur, put the knife down,” Tommy spoke, his tone quiet yet strong.

“I will not.”

Bryn turned, moving to take a seat at the table beside John. “If he wishes to arm himself for his own peace of mind, then I shall not object.”

“Ain’t like you couldn’t take it from him faster than he could blink,” John snorted, resting a hand to her thigh, remembering how she’d done the very same to him. While Polly studied the ease he displayed while interacting with the shadow walker, Arthur was becoming tighter wound by the second.

“I suppose if you’re fine with it,” Tommy began, lighting a cigarette. “Now, let’s get right to business, shall we? You want us to offer you protection in the daylight hours from the Rasmussen’s, should they ever get wind of your whereabouts.”

“That is correct,” Bryn confirmed.

“And what do we get out of it, apart from monetary recompense?” Taking a drag on his cigarette, his eyes narrowed a fraction. “The Peaky Blinders aren’t exactly short of a bob or two already, so I want to know what else it is that you can provide me with, in the interests of making it worth my while to trust a shadow walker.”

John had mentioned how shrewd he could be. “It would be a regular, large sum of legitimate cash, for one thing. Bodyguarding services do not need to be hidden from the books, or laundered by other means as I know you have to with some of your more, ah, shadowed activities, shall we say. Then there is the fact that the Rasmussen’s do not play fair when it comes to a fight. I could give you the means to not just level the playing field, but level them, also. You know what they are, I am correct in thinking?”

He nodded singularly. “Vampire hunters. John told us, yes.”

“And you know why specifically they are hunting me?”

“I do, for your blood. Somewhat hypocritical, if you ask me. Trying to wipe out your kind, but only too happy to drink your blood in order to harness a little of your strength for themselves.”

Her mouth upturned, a smile spreading. “I have often thought much the same. In light of this, know that in physical combat, you shall never beat them as it stands. Outwitting them too shall prove difficult, for the advantage they hold. What I can offer to you is what they seek. My blood.

“It will sharpen you both mentally and physically, far more than they. Whatever vampire they have within their clutches at present whom they are using for their blood source, they are nowhere near as old or strong as I. If you have that, Tommy, you have everything. The advantage will be yours.”

His eyes widened a fraction at the suggestion, Bryn turning to John. “Show him, darling.”

He stood, placing his hand beneath her chair before lifting it clean in the air above his head, his arm not even wobbling, no sign of any strain upon his face.

“Holy shit,” Polly exclaimed, her eyes snapping from the sight to Tommy, who’s interest had just piqued by several notches.

“And why the fuck have you been doing something so fucking vile as drinking her blood, eh? That’s fucking disgusting. Shame on ya!” Arthur raged, watching as his brother set the vampire down again neatly.

John sniffed casually, looking at Bryn with a wink. “I had my reasons. I could tell you, but you’d probably shit a lung in disgust.” Being able to fuck for hours on end. Having the feeling of a million stars shooting through his bloodstream. Orgasms that rocked his foundations to rubble. Being able to feel her there connected to him, on a level that went beyond what they as mere humans could otherwise comprehend. No. Arthur likely wouldn’t take fondly to hearing such candid verbatim.

Tommy cleared his throat. “And how much did you have in mind, monetary speaking?”

“Are we just going to fucking sit here and ignore that this... this... evil witch creature has our bloody brother under some kind of spell, or what?” Arthur raged, thumping his hand on the table before the chair screeched out from under him, rising to his feet rapidly.

“I am no witch, Arthur,” Bryn commented softly.

John snorted with laughter. “Could’ve fooled me, bab.” The wink he directed at Bryn left nobody in any doubt over exactly what he alluded to.

“Shut the fuck up, John! Just because you’ve decided to start shagging the fuck out of a corpse, it don’t mean we’ve got to be alright with it!”

The mood in the room changed drastically, John shooting his eldest brother a dangerous glare. “The fuck did you just call her?”

“Technically he’s right,” Bryn spoke casually, looking over at Arthur with a small smirk. “However, you shouldn’t knock it until you’ve tried it. If there is one place we truly come alive, it is in the bedroom.” She then winked at John, feeling his temper deflate in an instant. He did nothing to hide his grin and snort of laughter, his reaction only further exasperating Arthur.

“Revolting,” he began, swinging his pointed finger then towards Bryn. “And you, you fucking vile piece of filth, are a goddamned abomination!”

Bryn was prepared to take a lot in order to help her cause, also to smooth any tensions that her love’s family might’ve still harboured now that she was involved romantically with him. Being called an abomination was where she drew a definitive line, though.

Her growl rattled through the room, every person bar John feeling the hairs on the back of their necks stand on end. “You will never call me that again.”

“Listen to it, listen!” he raged, gesturing with both hands, his eyes widening. “Fucking growling, like the beast it is!”

“Arthur,” John warned, “don’t bloody push her. She’s gentle as a sparrow, but if you light a match under her fucking temper, I ain’t putting myself between you and the explosion.”

His mannerisms became jerky as anger and fear flooded his blood, thrusting a pointed finger in Bryn’s direction. “I will not share air with that fucking devil creature!”

“That is fine, Arthur. For I do not need to breathe.” She was hanging onto her desire to exit her seat and pin him to the nearest wall, fangs bared, by the skin of those very teeth. Out of respect for John and nothing more, she remained seated. John, her darling, he who had just broken the tension in the air somewhat by snorting with laughter at her words.

“John boy, this ain’t funny!”

“Oh, it fucking is though, Arthur. You ranting and raving like a bloody lunatic about how vicious and murderous she’s supposed to be, and she’s just sitting there quietly, taking every ounce of your shit while you show yourself up good an’ proper.” Leaning back in his seat, he shook his head, still rumbling with his chuckles. “Give it a rest, eh?”

“Give it a rest?” His spat statement was accompanied by a fine mist of saliva sprayed into the air, his hair becoming unruly as he dragged his fingers through it. “Oh ar, yeah let’s all give it a rest and let her think we’ve dropped our guard. Then she’d bring her friends along and it’ll be the Black Patch all over again!”

John remained calm, chewing his toothpick with nonchalance. “You’re going to give yourself a funny turn, you are.”

“You didn’t see it, John boy! You didn’t see people ripped apart, their throats torn out, you didn’t...” His words trailed off, eyes snapping to Bryn as she stood, making a start to walk towards him. “Don’t you bloody come near me! Don’t you...” He reached for the knife, but in his haste sent it clattering to the floor, Bryn upon him before he had chance to retrieve it.

“Shhhhh,” she soothed, reaching for his face, clasping it between her hands, Arthur struggling.

“Get your fucking hands off me!”

“Shhhhh, Arthur. Come now.” She’d been pushed to anger before by his verbal tirade, but looking at him, really studying the man whose face she held, thumbs gently stroking his cheeks, she saw it. His outburst was not prompted by any hatred. It was all fear. He was terrified of her. Just like she had done with John upon their first meet, Bryn held his face, transmitting her energy to him, soothing him. He fought against it, though.

“Get off, stop it. Fucking stop it!”

He began to crack, embarrassed, frightened tears pooling his eyes, Arthur ashamed to let her witness them sliding down his cheeks. He remained rigid as she pulled him close. “There, there. You are not that frightened little boy any longer, Arthur. You are a strong man, a capable man, one who fought for king and country. There is no need for all this anguish. I do not seek to hurt you.”

At last, she felt his muscles slacken, surprised to feel his arms wrap around her as he sobbed silently into the soft pelt of her coat. It took him by surprise, the feeling of sudden waves of calm pouring into him, there in the arms of the creature he had considered to be nothing short of the purest evil to ever exist. She fed upon the blood of the living, a shadow residing beast of unimaginable power and darkness, but there in her arms, Arthur felt the kind of safe comfort he hadn’t experienced in a long, long time.

He couldn’t discount that.

The whole room remained silent, John raising an eyebrow and nodding at the scene as he and Tommy exchanged glances, the former mouthing ‘told you’ with a satisfied grin. Where Tommy looked to be more accepting of the sight before him, Polly remained stern, her face not cracking whatsoever.

“Are you composed now?” Bryn asked, pulling back to wipe Arthur’s tears gently with the backs of her fingers.

Nodding, he took a deep breath, straightening his stance. “A bit, ar.” He still felt embarrassed, excusing himself as Bryn returned to her seat. Immediately, John reached to cup her face, thumb stroking her cheek. She turned her head to kiss his palm, covering her hand with his for a moment. Tommy raised his eyebrows, looking to Polly. Neither had ever seen him really express affection like that for a woman so openly, but both saw it quite clearly.

Their precious John was in love with a vampire.

“Now, before Arthur became distressed, you mentioned to me a monetary figure. How is five hundred pounds?”

“A month?” Tommy asked, surprised.

“A week.”

Good god. Just how rich was this woman, to be able to offer five hundred pounds a week? It was a sum he had not expected at all.

“I think that can be arranged,” he began, stubbing out his cigarette, “but the blood offer I shall have to give some consideration to.”

“Good enough.”

“Before anything is decided, I have some questions I’d like to ask you,” Polly began, leaning forward in her seat a little. “How do we know we aren’t about to be set upon by a group of your kind and slaughtered, like what happened up at the Black Patch? We have no bloody assurances here, Brynhild.”

Bryn nodded, clasping her hands together upon the table. “Polly, the only assurance you need is that if I wanted you dead, you would be.” Clicking her fingers, she smirked. “Faster than that. You would not even see it coming. If I were as feral and bloodthirsty as you assume, it would happen before you knew it. I have no long game to play here, there is no merit in the Shelby’s ending up exsanguinated. I have no need for your money, merely your protection during the daylight. After telling you that, now you tell me what purpose I could possibly have in being duplicitous?”

Her response was sharply delivered. “The Black Patch massacre, as I just said.”

Bryn truly hated when humans did not listen. “You would be dead already, as I just said. Besides, it was not my fight.”

“So you wouldn’t take the side of your own kind over a betrayal?”

“If a gypsy family whom were not of your blood fell out with others, would you immediately take their side simply because they were gypsy?”

She lit a cigarette, feeling nervous that the vampire so swiftly had her on the back foot. “That would depend on the circumstances.”

“If that is so, then why can the same not be applied to me, hmm?”

Polly did not enjoy witnessing her argument so flawlessly picked apart, feeling as if the neat stitches had been dropped from the needles she had knitted her opinion upon all too easily. “I see.”

“No, you don’t,” Bryn challenged, reading her like a book. “You are prejudiced against my kind because you lost your kin at the hands of vampires. I knew those responsible, this much is true, but I had no part in what happened. Furthermore, I wanted no part. I have lost too, Polly. Because of the Rasmussen’s, I...”

John felt it flare within him, a wave of distress burning through her blood, his hand reaching for her. “You alright, sweetheart?”

She swallowed hard, nodding as she turned to him. “There is something I did not reveal that happened during my incarceration at the hands of the Rasmussen’s. I do not speak it because it brings me too much pain. Pain I can barely comprehend, even after all these years.”

In getting the family to truly trust her, she knew she had to relive it in revelation. The three humans sitting at the table all waited with bated breath to hear it, just what could make an ancient vampire the likes of her suddenly become victim to her emotions. They would be the first outside of her own kind to know what had happened, too.

That spoke volumes for a vampire as guarded as Bryn had been forced to become.

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Hello, I hope your doing ok! And I love your work with writing. Hopefully your in a good mental health right now cause I got a Agnst request!

So the reader and clone of your choice, have been together for a while and she or he introduces them to there parents. The parents don’t approve because they are clone racist! And would rather her or him be with someone nat born. How would clones react to that?

(Also if you wanna go for the headshot and really spice it up, the reader is pregnant. That gonna be a real messy one! P.s this is for when every you feel like it or get the time. I understand writing is just a hobby and some people can be rude. So when ever you get time or you just don’t wanna do it. That’s cool to. P.s.s I’m still support your blog weather my request gets answered or not. You’re awesome writer!)

Aloha!

Still breathing! Thanks for asking :)) Hope you are doing great!

Oh, that's an interesting idea, one I can actually imagine would be true for some people if it was reality... Let me try my take on this one. I hope you don't mind me leaving out the pregnant part, though, I'd like to focus on the 'racism' part itself.

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - The Worth Of A Clone

Warnings: Angst/Tension/ uhm, Clonecism? (racism)

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Meeting your parents for the first time is excitement enough for your batcher, the whole thing takes a nasty turn when it turns out that your family doesn't have a good opinion of clones, especially when it comes to courting you.

AC:

Keep in mind that I am writing this from my point of view, how I would imagine the situation, and also how I might react. I cannot guess how others would react. Well, I could, but then I would have to have at least ten versions.

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Initial situation (For everyone but Echo): Your batcher and you are invited to dinner at your parents' house. Your parents finally want to meet the man in your life. When asked what your beloved does for a living, soldier for the republic army, the first reaction is restrained but quite sympathetic. When your father makes the joking, casual remark, "At least you're not one of those clones," disaster takes its course.

Hunter

He takes a breath, collects himself, he already feels that the truth will not make him any friends here, but he does not intend to lie.

"I am a clone, not exactly like the others, but I am created in the same way and do more or less the same job".

The looks he earns are at first puzzled and incredulous. Your parents scrutinize him.

Your mother says quietly to your father, "I didn't know there were different ones, he doesn't look like the others".

Your father frowns critically, it takes a while until he finally says something again.

"I can not tolerate this connection, and I certainly can not support it".

The words sound rough and harsh. He seems annoyed, as if you and Hunter had deliberately tried to deceive him.

"With all due respect, your daughter is an adult, we don't need your permission. We're here out of respect and decency."

"Decency," echoes your mother, "How can someone like you talk about decency, you're not even a real person."

Shocked and deeply disappointed, you want to retreat with Hunter. Your parents give you a choice, "Family or clone".

The decision is easy thanks to their disrespectful attitude.

"I'm going with Hunter"

Hunter feels touched, hurt and guilty at the same time. He is overjoyed that you stand by him, despite everything, but he feels guilty because you break with your family because of him.

Echo

From the start, your parents react very dismissively and Echo feels very insecure. He wants to be polite, because after all they are your parents, actually he had hoped to make a good impression. However, he realizes very quickly that clones are not very welcome here, and the fact that he is not even an 'intact' clone anymore makes things even worse.

"A clone, a broken clone, half a droid," your father growls to himself, not even having the decency to address Echo directly.

Your mother stands in the background, not giving Echo a second glance, a steep, stern crease between her brows. When she finally speaks, she sounds reproachful and disappointed.

"How can you do this to us, bringing this thing here?"

Echo says calmly, "I'm not a thing. A clone I am by all means, yes, but a human being nonetheless."

Your father points disparagingly at his prosthetics, "That one doesn't look human."

Echo sighs, he feels anger, but mostly a heavy disappointment and pain over this situation.

"Yes, I lost a few limbs fighting for the Republic. Other soldiers are decorated for that"

"Because they're real human beings," your father rumbles.

"Echo is a real human being!" you exclaim angrily.

It quickly becomes clear that the evening is over. You retreat. You are so sorry for the way things have gone, for the things Echo has had to listen to.

Sitting alone with you in your apartment, Echo says after a while of silence, "They're not wrong about one thing, you deserve better".

When you try to contradict him, he says, "Cyare, I know I'm a good soldier, I'm a real person, whether I'm a clone or half a droid. Still, you deserve better."

You hug him warmly, kiss him and say, "There is nothing and no one I love more, you are wonderful Echo, the best thing that has ever happened to me. What we both have, I will never give up, no matter what anyone else says".

Wrecker

At first, your parents are thrilled with the friendly giant. Especially your father seems pleased with your choice, "A soldier and what a soldier, look at this guy, I don't have to worry if my daughter is protected," he says enthusiastically and shakes Wrecker's hand with pleasure.

Wrecker smiles, very happy to have made a good first impression.

The mood shifts drastically, however, when it is revealed over the course of the evening that Wrecker is a clone soldier, obviously not a regular one, but a clone soldier nonetheless.

Your father sighs and says, "I'm sorry, but I can't condone that."

Wrecker asks in surprise, "Why not? Did I say something wrong? I assure you, I respect your daughter and love her very much."

"That's not the problem, it's more what you are" your mother says.

Wrecker looks at you questioningly, he can tell your heart is sinking right now, you already seem to know where this is going.

"I'm human," he says calmly.

"You're a clone, a copy of a human," your mother says somewhat snidely.

Wrecker blinks, then sighs. He's had this reaction before, only here, and now he didn't really expect it. Somehow he had hoped, or expected, that your family would think like you and be just as wonderful people.

After this evening, Wrecker is very unsettled, but he still behaves calmly. He is afraid that you will end the relationship. His pleased, relieved face when you make it clear to him that you will not be influenced by your parents' opinion is priceless.

He pulls you into his arms and cuddles tenderly with you all evening, incredibly happy that he can be so close to you.

Tech

"That would explain why he talks so pompously, like a droid. He's not a real person at all."

Tech raises his eyebrows in shock. He's used to hostility towards his heritage, but he didn't expect this, sitting at a table with you and your parents.

"Mother!" you exclaim, startled and annoyed.

"It's true, isn't it?" your father says, making a throwaway hand gesture.

Your gaze bounces back and forth between Tech and your parents. You feel ashamed of their behavior and the expression on Tech's face pains you, he looks genuinely surprised and hurt.

Tech clears his throat and says, "I guess I should go, I'm obviously not welcome here."

"We agree on that," your father says.

Tech swallows the comment that's on the tip of his tongue and stands up, still politely indicating a bow as he departs. You grab your jacket and hurriedly follow him, against your parents' calls for you to stay.

Tech looks at you in surprise as you catch up to him and reach for his hand.

"Mesh'la?"

"You didn't think I was just going to let you walk away from me because my parents had a stick up their ass, did you?"

He blinks, then smiles gently.

"I'm honored, my dear, but I don't want you to fight with your family because of me."

You stand on the tips of your toes, and he leans toward you. Gently kissing his cheek, you say, "My beloved, I don't care what they think. Admittedly, I would have been very happy if they had accepted you, but the fact that they don't, doesn't change my feelings for you. I won't turn my back on you".

Crosshair

"At least you're not one of those clones"

Crosshair's gaze moves from your father to you and back again, slowly, with what you realize is a suppressed sigh.

"Well, I'm no ordinary clone, a special version if you will, but a clone nonetheless".

"Can you clones feel anything at all. Can you even love?", asks your mother.

Crosshair says dryly, "I can only speak for myself. Theoretically we are all capable of emotion, I just like it in small doses, however with your daughter I make an exception"

Your parents are not very enthusiastic, neither about him as a clone nor about his dry humor. Crosshair faces a well-known hostility.

The mood is tense, but Crosshair is not the sort to put up with this nonsense. He stands up and says sharply, "The clones are the reason we can sit here at dinner tonight and not be under Separatist rule. But keep being condescending and ignorant, that seems to have gotten you a long way in life."

You also hastily get up, leaving your perplexed parents in the dining room. You follow Crosshair out, hastily quickening your steps to keep up with the strides of his long legs.

"Wait, Crosshair, don't run like that."

He stops, turns around and raises his brows.

"I'm not running, your legs are just too short" he says teasingly, finally smiling at you.

"I'm sorry-"

He raises his hand to interrupt you.

"It's okay, I'm used to this kind of behavior. I was hoping your family would be different, but I'm not exactly shocked that they're not."

He strokes your cheek and says, "It's okay, I don't blame you."

"I don't care what they say or want, I still want to be with you."

He smirks and says, "Of course you do, Kitten"

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gureshinlover · 4 months

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Ok Saeran AE good ending dump, here are some random thoughts

The president plot was ended really underwhelmingly, but I'm glad that although Saeran chose to forgive him, the writers are aware this isn't something anyone can do and let saeyoung continue hating him. Honestly, forgiving or not forgiving him aside, I just didn't like the way they made the president go 'ah.. you're right maybe I am a lonely bad guy' LIKE NO WAY THAT ASSHOLE CARES ABOUT THAT, I couldn't take any dialogues seriously

First of all. Why the fuck is jumin han a politician all of a sudden 😭 And like, forget being a politician, he is a candidate for presidency??????? Am I reading it right?? How exactly..???

Anyway I FORGOT ABOUT YOOSUNG AT PATISSIER AWWWW It's so nice to see him find himself even if this is saeran's route! You're doing so good love <3 I was gonna say it doesn't make sense that they made him chase his patissier dream when in his own route he thinks about why he wants to become a vet and decides to go that way, but I realized, since another story is 2 years before the casual one I guess he felt more free about leaving his medical studies 😭 he was able to change his path more easily because he just started school, and also he doesn't have a lover like mc in korea unlike his route so that might also affect his choices. But I think he's happy in either ending so I'm glad <33

They did well with Yoosung but. why didn't Jaehee get the same treatment. I don't get it. They were clever enough to remember other characters' goals and worries and made them happy in this AE, except for Jaehee. I wish they made her leave her position too, since Jumin Han is now involved with politics it could be the perfect excuse for Jaehee to stop being his assistant. I'm guessing that this is also because AS is 2 years earlier, which means Jaehee hasn't suffered in her job enough to leave yet, and she probably doesn't have the money to open a coffee shop anyway (she isn't even into coffee professionally yet although she said she was interested a bit) But idk I wish they left us a clue that Jaehee will also get to find her happiness in the future 😭😭

Another thing I'm confused about is that where the hell does saeran get money from 😭😭 how are we 'lovey dovey at some place romantic'😭 Saeyoung probably has more than enough money so he might have forced Saeran to have it all lol that's the only explanation I can think of. In the alternate ending Saeran has a greenhouse (considering that he said himself to be careful of people raising herbs in the wild I find this funny but well ofc it's the dream job for saeran) but I'm not sure what we're supposed to be doing in this ending lol

Like, apparently we're hippies now?? Feel love and peace~~

Saeran AE has its problems, but I still love it anyway and I'm not sure how they would be able to make a good ending differently, so I'll just take the good stuff and leave out the bad writing lol I remember going crazy about new illusts in 2020,,, can't believe it's been 3 years already. Happy new years btw I guess? 🌱 Idk how to end this post

#mystic messenger #saeran after ending #ray after ending #saeran choi #yoosung kim #jaehee kang

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roboknight-prime · 5 months

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(This is my first post on here😅)

i wanted to get this off of my chest about

The Drama between Sabezra and Wolfwren Shippers...

So i have been hearing a lot of drama going on with the Star Wars Community between the Shippers of Sabezra and this so-called "Wolfwren," which i really don't get? Because Shin Hati, who is an amazing character, doesn't have a name of "wolf" but people say that Baylon (R.I.P Ray Stevenson) found her during Order 66 and trained her to be not a Jedi nor a sith but something else? My guess is a Grey Jedi term. who both used the power of light and dark sides of the Force. Then, somehow, it gotten worse because the actors shared some Shinxsabine art? Even though they're just using them to promote the Ahsoka Series, and i know that the actors like this "wolfwren" (in my opinion... it's a stupid ship name, and I'm sorry about that, but i fully respect it just... workshop the name) And there are two characters that have the name of wolf. Such as Clone Commander Wolffe and Mandalorian Nite Owl Axe Wolves.

But Shin doesn't have that, but people have been saying that Baylon is like a Wolf and Shin is a Cub wolf, which is.... odd. But literally, tho. Even people who shipped Miles and Gwen they even called them GhostFlower.

Which i totally get!

Because Miles listen to the music Sunflower, and Gwen is literally a ghost to all the Peter Parkers who have lost their Gwens in their Dimensions.

But wolfwren? I don't get it at all.

But back to the point of all this "drama" between shippers and these so-called "ship wars"

But people can ship whoever they want they are going to be people who will disagree on stuff no matter what. That's what literally makes us humans. But fighting over fictional characters and sending threats to the artist is not ok, and your choices will always have consequences. I am going to say the cold-hearted truth.

Dave Filoni won't have the These characters get together in Ahsoka season 2 because we all must learn by now that Dave Filoni always has a character die in the series. I didn't care what reaction Ezra and Sabine were going to have when Wren found Bridger. And they hugged for the very first time. That made me happy, and i was happy that Ezra was found.

But it is also up to Dave Filoni and the Writers to decide that. And knowing Dave Filoni, he is not going to do that. Because we know that he's gonna write the story for season 2 on his own again, like how he did with Ahsoka Season 1, and we all know that Sabine isn't planning to get into a relationship because she's a rebel (not the hero type crap) the rebel type where she ditches school and causes chaos to annoy the police crap. Plus She's so Mandalorian. And let's also not forget that Force-sensitive warriors and Mandalorians were once Ancient enemies until Jedi Knight Revan got involved in the fight, but that's a story for another time.

It is also not ok to force someone into shipping that similar fictional characters. We all have a right and a choice to ship what characters they want to ship.

And i am going to give everyone a reminder about Ezra and Sabine. Read this VERY!! Carefully!

They are not related. i get it that they have a Platonic Relationship. Some of you can see them as Siblings while others just see them as high school dorks/best friends/friends to lovers and all of that crap. Which i totally respect, and it's your own opinion and your choice.

And fighting over Fictional Characters getting together is not worth it, and let me remind you all that both ships will never happen. And i am sorry to both Sabezra and Wolfwren shippers... mostly to The Sabezra group since i ship Ezra and Sabine for a long time since Rebels came out. But never mind that.

And sorry for saying this as well..

It is also stupid of people to fight over fictional characters that aren't real!! This whole ship wars is useless and an excuse to make more drama to the Star Wars Community.

Star Wars is for everyone!

And then, really, people are getting pissed off about the actors posting the wolfwren art instead of the Sabezra artwork. And also supporting it. (No disrespect to the actors tho they did amazing playing as the Characters in the series) Come back into reality the only reason why they did that so they can piss off people in the community and also promote the series/making money about it. That's what actors do. Everything is about the money nowadays and money talks. But let's also not forget that they are under contract as well. And I can not say a lot of things about the series. And they didn't credit the artist that made them because the Star Wars Characters aren't owned by us. But the official account of Ahsoka did they don't care if its a ship. All they see is just big dollar signs of those characters.

I'm gonna say this again to remind you all again. But it's gonna be in big words.

"IT IS OK TO SHIP WHOEVER YOU WANT TO SHIP, BUT THEY'RE WILL ALWAYS BE PEOPLE WHO WILL HAVE THEIR OWN OPINIONS AND HATRED TO THE CHARACTERS."

I HAVE SPOKEN!

#sabezra #ezra bridger #sabine wren #star wars #i have spoken #shin hati #rip ray stevenson #star wars rebels

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filthyfluffyfantasies · 6 months

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: breeding kink is heavily hinted at in writer's own amateurish way, unprotected p in v -with the intent to procreate, biting/marking, petnames and dirty talk, steve's weak af pullout game, creampie and swearing. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt - creampie / breeding kink

character | fandom - steve harrington | stranger things

reader | original character - female reader, roommate turned girlfriend & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 2.9k

tagging -< taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . a lost little girl at a Halloween carnival ignites your baby fever. when you make this known to Steve, he does his very best to make both your lil dreams a reality. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

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The little Fall Fest is in full swing downtown near the park. You and Steve make your way through the entrance, greeted by Robin and Nancy as the two rush over, sharing a bag of cotton candy.

❝ You two finally made it.❞ Robin laughs as she slips an arm around Nancy, pulling her closer so that the people trying to walk past can get around them a little better. Nancy looks from you to Steve, laughing at your choice of couples costume. ❝ Lemme guess..❞ she muses after a few seconds, ❝ You’re Pete Mitchell..❞ she nods to Steve and he chuckles, reaching out to take some cotton candy from Robin’s bag. Nancy studies you and as soon as she realizes that you've borrowed Steve's button up and a pair of his old gym socks, the same dark tinted sunglasses he wore frequently while dating her, she laughs. ❝ Joel Goodson?❞

You laugh and give a thumbs up. ❝ I might be the frozen version if it keeps getting colder.❞ you respond, Steve wraps himself around you from behind and as he nuzzles hair away from your neck, he drops a lazy kiss or two against your skin. ❝I won't let that happen, princess.❞ he murmurs.

❝Ugh, you two get a room.❞ Robin scolds, but you're quick to turn it around on her seconds later when Nancy is all cozied up to her as the four of you are wandering the midway.

You're waiting in line for funnel cake when Steve feels a tug to the thigh of his jeans.

He glances down and as soon as he sees the red faced crying 5 year old looking up at him in a pink coat way too thin for the weather, he drops down to her eye level. You do the same, the both of you trying to coax the little girl into a more calm state.

❝ M-my mama..my mama left me.❞ she sniffles. You go over to the food vendor and grab some napkins, sitting down on cool grass in front of her as you wipe her nose clean. Then you wipe her tears.

Steve watches you quietly. He's trying to keep his distance because he doesn't want to scare the little girl and make things worse. She's calm right now, you're doing an amazing job at seeing to that.

❝ Maybe she's just in the bathroom, sweetheart.❞ you coax the little girl but she shakes her head, dark brown curls bouncing. You glance over at Steve and motion for his leather jacket, draping it around the girls small shoulders. She’s staring at Steve quietly.

Then she steps in front of him. ❝ I'm scared. She did this before and she didn’t wanna come back but they made 'er.❞

Your heart breaks when the little girl says that. She melts against Steve and you stand. ❝ I'll be right back. I'm gonna go check the bathrooms.❞

Steve nods, standing up as he adjusts the lost little girl from one side of his body to the other. Her head settles against his chest as the last of her tears fade. And the more you see, the more you're convinced.. he will be an amazing father one day.

What throws you for a loop and has you blinking is the thought that follows immediately, I can't wait.

❝ I'm going to check the bathrooms now. Take her and go find Chief Hopper. Somebody needs t' know.❞ and with a peck against his stubbled jaw, you're gone, Robin and Nancy in your wake.

All Steve can think about is the look on your face when the little girl revealed that this isn't the first time her mother has possibly abandoned her. You were so angry that he saw your hands shake a little. He can't stop thinking about the way you sprung into action, all those maternal instincts you once joked that you don't have, taking over without hesitation.

It got him hot and bothered and now, all he can think about is the mental image formed as he watched you with the lost little girl just now. She’s gonna be an amazing mom someday. - he's a little stunned at just how easy it is to picture. I can’t wait.

That thought shocks him, not as much as the images his mind conjures up not even a second later in response to it, but it definitely takes him by surprise.

He pulls himself out of his daze when he spots Jim Hopper nearby.

As he's explaining the situation to Jim as the little girl explained it to him, you wander up with Nancy and Robin in tow.

❝ Did you find her mom?❞ Hopper asks.

❝ Nobody was in there.❞ you answer, reaching out to take the little girl from Hopper’s arms. ❝ Shh.❞ you soothe her as she starts to cry again, ❝ It’s okay. You’re gonna be fine. Maybe she's looking for you right now.❞

Hopper clears his throat. ❝ You two okay takin her? I'll go find Cal and we'll try lookin around too. If we can't find the mom, you two okay takin her tonight? I really don't wanna deal with dragging Irene over at the county home outta bed.❞

❝ Totally.❞ Steve answers, earning him a grin and your body melting against his side as you lace your fingers with his and give his hand a little squeeze. You speak up, ❝ We've got her. Just let us know if you do find the mom? I've got a few things I'm dying to say to her. She's a shitty one being one of the first.❞

Hopper walks away. Steve shifts the lost little girl from one side of his body to the other and you lean your head against his bicep as the three of you begin to walk down the midway with Robin and Nancy in tow.

❝ I'm sorry.❞ you mumble against the shell of his ear at one point, ❝ I..I couldn't just leave her with the cops, screw protocol.. Like Chief Hopper said.❞

❝ Me either.❞ Steve answers, pulling you closer into his side to slip his free arm around you, ❝ Relax. It's fine, okay? I mean it.❞ he reassures you, giving you a calm smile as he stares down at you. You nod, smiling back.

❝ Thank you.❞ you mumble.

He chuckles quietly. Shrugging as if this is nothing, like anybody would do it if placed in the position. He doesn't have the first clue what's going on in your mind. He doesn't realize that his ease in doing this has you really thinking hard about everything.

❝ You okay, princess?❞ he asks, giving you a concerned look.

You smile and nod because right now, that's all you can manage. Your mind is too full. Those little random thoughts you've been trying to keep to yourself lately are taking over.

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You've been quiet for most of the night. So quiet that Steve is starting to worry. When the silence in the car is too much for him, he clears his throat.

❝ Is something wrong?❞

If you say what you're thinking the thought comes, it could mess everything up. You know how much you love him. Is that a risk you're willing to take?

Of course, the second you open your mouth, rationality flies out the window. As you look at the little girl curled into herself and buried in Steve's leather jacket in the backseat, you can't help but smile. You can't help but think that this is exactly how you want your life to be.

❝No.❞ you laugh softly and shake your head, glancing over, locking eyes with him as you take hold of his free hand. ❝ I was just thinking..❞

❝Oh yeah?❞ Steve asks, raising your hand to his lips as he presses a kiss against it, ❝ Anything you wanna tell me about?❞ he glances over, the car comes to a stop beneath the new red light they've just put in a block away from the apartment the two of you share. You swallow hard. It's the smarter idea to just say no, there isn't, but apparently your brain isn't willing to deal with logical or smart.

Not right now when you keep replaying just how good he was with the lost little girl earlier - or how amazing he's been with her since.

❝ You’re gonna be an amazing father some day, baby.❞ the words leave your lips but it doesn't end there. ❝ I can't wait.❞

Steve coughs. This is not what he was expecting to happen, not at all. ❝ W-what do you mean you can't wait?❞

You're starting to panic. You didn't mean for it to slip out, but it has. ❝ I-I..nothing, I just wanted to tell you that.❞

The rest of the ride is quiet. As the brick building you both live in comes into view, you're resigning yourself to the fact that you might have made a major mistake. That you probably shouldn't have implied what you did and it might have just cost you the man you love.

Steve is reeling. Floored. Your words keep repeating like a broken record in his brain. And all the dumb hope he's been shoving down for months now about the way things are between the two of you.. he's starting to wonder if maybe he'll finally have everything he's ever wanted.

He pulls the car to a stop and puts it in park. You’re out so fast he doesn't get a chance to say anything, let alone everything he's dying to. He catches up to you just as you pause at the lobby door to shift the sleeping girl around in your arms. He reaches past you, pushing the door open so you don't have to fumble around doing it by yourself.

As the three of you get to the stairs leading up to the floor you live on, it hits him that maybe staying quiet after you said what you did in the car wasn't his brightest idea. He can feel you shutting down, pulling away like you tend to when you're nervous.

By the time you step out onto the hallway leading to your apartment, he knows he has to do something, he has to show you that he feels the same way.

By the time you're stood in front of the door marked 21b and digging for your key, he's determined.

❝ I got it.❞ he finds his key and reaches around you, strong arms cage you in between his body and the door, his chest pushing soft against your back. You bite your lip and give him a weak smile, stepping into the apartment. He shuts the door behind him, triple- locking it as you settle the sleeping little girl on the hand me down leather sofa his mom gave him when he got the place.

He leans against the locked door, his thumb through his belt loop as he watches you silently. He's still trying to process the implications of what you said in the car. Still trying to figure out what it is he needs to do at this point. Because he knows he has to do something.

This becomes painfully clear when he watches you wander into the bedroom you've been sharing and you emerge minutes later in one of his old shirts, his second pillow beneath your arm.

❝ What are you doing?❞ he steps in front of you, lingering hesitantly for a second until he just can't anymore and he's stepping into you closer. He's towering over you, staring down at you in confusion.

❝ I..❞ you swallow hard. ❝ I thought I should stay in here tonight..with her.❞ it's not a complete lie, but you also know that Steve’s bed is huge, it'll easily fit the three of you.

❝ Wanna try that again, princess?❞ he's smirking and he might look calm but on the inside, he's anything but calm right now. ❝ Talk to me.❞ he coaxes, tucking a thick digit beneath your chin to get you looking up at him when your gaze drops. You take a deep breath or two. The pause stretches, it feels infinite for him and he can't handle it.

❝ Did you mean what you said?❞ he asks, staring down at you intently. He sees the way you start to fidget and shuffle your feet and he knows you're nervous. ❝ Because you..you can't just say stuff like that, princess. Not if y' don't mean it.❞ he doesn't tell you that the reason is because his own dreams, six little nuggets and a house full of love and laughter, not silence and emptiness, are at stake here.

He steps into you even more and your knees brush the sofas edge. If you weren’t so scared you made a huge mistake earlier, you'd definitely be soaked right now.

❝ What if I did, huh?❞ you finally respond.

He fucking melts. He's all over you, his hands and mouth anywhere he can get them. ❝ We don't have to wait, y'know,❞ he mutters against your skin as he noses your hair out of the way and nuzzles his nose against your warm,soft skin. ❝ I don’t wanna wait, princess.❞ his hands fall to your hips, squeezing.

The love in his eyes as he stares down at you is enough to make your breath hang as he pulls you up his body, his mouth devouring, his tongue dominating yours as soon as its parted your lips. ❝ I don't want to wait either.❞ you admit as the kiss breaks. ❝ You were so,so good with her tonight, baby. It was hot.❞

❝ Watching you take control like that..❞ he mutters ❝ It was so fuckin hot, princess.. the way you were takin care of her…❞ and then he's carrying you down the hall.

Your back hits the door of the bedroom you share with a soft thud. You wrap your legs around his waist as one of his hands settles on your thigh, squeezing as he melts into you, his face buried in your chest. You tug at his hair and rock into him, grinding against him. He’s panting, looking up at you breathless.

❝ I wanna fuck a baby into you, princess.❞ he mumbles as he pushes open the door to the bedroom and steps in. The two of you are peeling each others clothing off in a rush, his mouth all over you as he drops you gently onto his bed and wastes no time parting your legs, pulling down your panties and pausing to suck a line of hickies right up the inside of your thighs.

You're writhing beneath him, moaning his name like a prayer as he lowers his mouth, paused to gaze up at you as you slip your legs over his shoulders and the warmth of his breath against your sensitive sex has you tugging at handfuls of his hair and whining in need, rocking your hips up for him because you're that desperate for the way his tongue feels buried inside you.

Tonight is only the second night he'll have ever entered you raw and the more he thinks about the way your pussy will clamp around his thick cock too perfectly, the more he wants to bury it inside you.

❝ You’re gonna be such a..❞ he bites at your pelvic mound and his tongue drags a stripe right up the center of your dripping hot sex, ❝ –ah fuck..such a hot mom, princess.❞ his tongue buries inside you and your head falls back against his pillow as one hand pulls at his hair and the other one grips the blanket beneath your body. fingers join his tongue, pushing into you, stretching you out and you shiver at the way his tongue and fingers work together perfectly as your orgasm builds, almost to a blinding intensity.

❝ Just thinkin about it makes me wanna cream myself.❞ he pauses to look up, admire the way he has you poised on the edge, begging to shatter.

❝ Steve, baby, c'mon.❞ you choke out breathless,❝ Fuck me.❞

He can't wait another second. He raises up, licking his lips and groaning at the way he can taste you on his tongue. He lowers your legs, lowering himself down into you. He groans ❝ – fuck. oh fuck. you're so tight. ❞ quietly as he sinks in so slow you feel every single inch, every vein on his thick length. ❝ feels s' much fuckin better like this, princess.❞ he growls quietly,❝ y' so good. Good girl.❞ as he starts to fuck into you all over again, slow and relentless, your body pinned beneath his,❝ You’re gonna be s' full, fuck. ❞

❝ Steve, – oh fuck. Right there.❞ your nails drag down his back and he shivers at the way they feel, digging against his skin.❝ Don't stop, don't stopdontstop.❞ you're begging for it, desperate to feel him fill you full. You cling to him as your orgasm takes over, the fucked out look in your eyes has him laughing, husky against your ear, ❝ --fuck. Y' ready for it, princess?❞ as he melts down into you, his thrusts clumsy, the beat of his hips against your own nearly bruising as he fucks through his orgasm and comes undone, hot seed painting your insides. Dripping out until he starts to slowly fuck it back into you, his mouth latched against your neck.

He falls to the bed beside you and you roll onto your side, your face against his chest as he wraps his arm around you.

❝ Baby?❞ you break the silence after a few seconds.❝ Yeah?..❞ he asks, gazing down at you. ❝ Can we talk to child services about taking her in?❞ you ask after lying there a second or two, coming down from post-orgasm bliss.

He chuckles quietly. Smiling to himself in the darkness. ❝ I was already planning on it, princess. I can’t believe her mother just abandoned her like that.❞

❝ Me either.❞ you slip your leg over his hip and press a sleepy, sweet kiss against his lips as you snuggle against him. When you both slip out of bed at the same time, with the same idea - to go check on the little girl, the two of you share a quiet laugh. You follow Steve down the hall and out into the living room and watch as he scoops her up in his arms and you smile to yourself in the dark.

Steve Harrington is going to be an amazing father to your kids one day.

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thewertsearch · 1 year

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Ask Comp 13/4 - 2

Yup! The Alpha timeline offers a novel solution to the problem of Sylladex capacity. If the Captcha index only needs to be consistent in the Alpha timeline, then it doesn't have to worry about reserving index space for every possible item.

If this is how things work, then the Sylladex isn't predestined, per se - it's enforced. Everyone has a finite set of objects that they're allowed to captchalogue, and if you pick up anything else, your index is invalidated - and your timeline is pruned.

You could still call it predestination, if you were so inclined, but that's only partially accurate. It's more that you're coerced into 'choosing' one particular destination - or else.

I'm loving these voice headcanons. Scratch as Emperor Belos is inspired.

What the hell? That's amazing.

Based on my (admittedly limited) experience with web administration, it's not all that surprising, either. Hacks like this are shockingly common.

No worries! The vast majority of followers don't actually interact with these posts' notes, but I still assume they're reading them. Just a quirk of Tumblr's norms.

My best guess is that the drones would arrive when the troll is on the cusp of adulthood, shortly before they leave Alternia. That would give them as much time as possible to form potent relationships - which would, in turn, give the Empire the most potent wrigglers.

I still think it would motivate younger trolls, though. I mean, if all single people are executed at eighteen, you might feel a little pressure to enter the dating game early.

Never forget the Der-sayer incident.

Rereading it, Karkat scans as sad, angry, resigned, confused, lonely, and trying to bottle up an avalanche of "FRESH RAGE."

I think we're both half right, here - he's drowning in a tide of pretty much every negative emotion imaginable.

Thank you!! We triple-checked, and it seems like Tumblr ate the first half of this ask :(

Much appreciated, though!! I love that metaphor for coming up with scattershot theories.

Oh, that makes sense. Can't believe I missed a Hussie pun, but that one was a little harder to notice.

This makes it sound like the universe is tethering her to life, just as she tethers it. What is up with this lady?

That's true! I'm pretty sure it's both.

I'd always imagined Equius as being pretty tall. They're all the same height in sprite art though, so I think it's another case of sprite art being non-representative.

I'm withholding judgement on the Meowrails until we get more interactions between them. Their early conversations were a little worrying, but it's possible that Hussie hadn't fully fleshed out the concept of Moirallegiance at the time. We'll see how they interact now that how their quadrant works has been expanded on.

[ Problem sleuth is still hosted there😁- C ]

It still seems to work for me!

Oh, fun! I guess John's birthday does sort of fall into a half-pattern with the others.

Still, it would have made more sense for him to be in a line with the other Players - his Chumhandle doesn't match theirs, either, so maybe John's just a weird case.

Thank you! I feel like this sort of analysis can only really be applied to fictional characters, though. Everything a character says or does is the result of a deliberate choice made by a writer, and I can use my knowledge of that fact to frame my analysis.

In real life, though, people just say shit - often for no reason, or for reasons they don't understand themselves. People are a lot more complicated than even the most well-written character, and understanding them requires a whole different skillset!

Someone also posted Hussie's author comment about this. It's been years since I watched the movie - and if I recall correctly, it was also pretty meta itself. Maybe I need to watch it again, as reading material for Homestuck.

ferretlady97 submitted: talking about the book commentary reminded me of something i was gonna send you when the troll black queen took off her ring but forgot "Note that when she takes the ring off six orbs are filled. Three players from the blue team have entered the session, and three from the red team. Aradia was the second of the blue team to enter. Nepeta was third. Aradia's entry is when the frog mutations took effect on the ring-wearer. And then an interval passed before Nepeta's entry. Which means the queen actually spent a decent amount of time looking like a frog, deliberating whether or not she could put up with this for an entire game session. Ultimately, she couldn't hang in there. But this does imply she at least tried." i just think it's funny thanks for your time

The language used here - the fact that she couldn't 'put up' with her transformation into a frog, and couldn't 'hang in there' - seems to imply that doing so harms her in some way.

All the frog symbolism is still a closed book to me. What exactly does Bilious Slick represent or symbolize that Derse hates so much?

[ you got another ask about LOLCAT but it has classpect spoilers so I'm saving it for later - C ]

I suppose that could work - but then again, it seems that 25% of all Lands have some association with water, so it can't always represent Life. I do want to come back to this later, though, when the Classes and Aspects are better defined.

Send away! It'll be a while until I use them, though.

I appreciate it! That's a minimum bound that I'd have to pick up the pace to reach, at this point.

Hey, what can I say? I'm here for a good time, and a long time. >:)

I keep forgetting that LOSS is a references to a fanfic. I associate it more with you, the LOSS Anon!

If she can't, she's definitely phrasing things in a misleading way, trying to imply that she can. The Tavros scene is arguable, but I really can't think of any other way to interpret how she talks about the Consorts, unless she's straight up lying - and she really doesn't do that much.

Vriska 100%s the game, but skips all the cutscenes?

...yeah, I can see it. Every side quest is another chance to win!!!!!!!! >::::)

#asks #full liveblog #act 5

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 1 year

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Bond Stories: Jude Jazza (1-4)

Jude: "Curiosity can get you hurt, princess. Wait, why am I even giving you advice? You really like to get hurt, don'tcha"

Jude: "Oh, it's you. No wonder I smelled something sweet."

Jude: "As you can see, I'm reading. What do ya want?"

Bond Story 2: What do you want to know?

Jude: "Hey, get outta the way, commoner. What do ya want from me? You didn't make an appointment, did ya? We're closed, so scram."

Choice 1:

Kate: "Why are you so potty-mouthed?"

Jude: "Isn't it your job as a writer to think about that?"

Choice 2:

Kate: "When would be a good time?"

Jude: "I dunno. In your dreams, I guess?"

Choice 3:

Kate: "Do you have a yakuza curse?"

Jude: "What the fuck is that? My curse is the 13th fairy."

Jude: "Arrogance, ruthlessness, vengeance一well, I can think of a few things that come to mind, but I don't care about curses."

Jude: "Hey, you're done. Now back off before I kick yer ass."

Jude: "Pretty sure Viktor told ya to ask for my personal information."

Jude: "You were brought here by force, so why do ya have to do this ridiculous job so diligently?"

Jude: "Well, if you want to quit and run away, I'll at least help you negotiate with Viktor."

Jude: "For a fee, of course."

Bond Story 3: Dining Together

Jude: "*munch* *munch* Staring at people's mouths like that is disgusting."

Choice 1:

Kate: "It's not disgusting."

Jude: "Hmm. Then tell me how ya were feeling when you were watching it."

Choice 2:

Kate: "People who say that are more like that."

Jude: "You think I'm more disgusting? Heh, I didn't know that. Can you tell me what's so disgusting about me?"

Choice 3:

Kate: "Sorry."

Jude: "What are ya honestly apologizing for? You're making it hard for me to eat."

Jude: "*sigh* Of course, you'd be uncomfortable having dinner with me."

Jude: "You really are a young lady who never got blood on her hands."

Jude: "If you were in a castle like this, you wouldn't have to wait a month to get eaten."

Jude: "Well, whatever. Hm? Open your mouth."

Jude: "You've been looking at me like a glutton because you want to eat this. I have no choice."

Jude: "Tasty? Really? Then you owe me a slice of peach. I'll think carefully about what I'm gonna ask you in return."

Bond Story 4: Hobbies

Jude: "Tch. As you can see, I'm reading. What do you want?"

Choice 1:

Kate: "You like to read?"

Jude: "Don't look so surprised. Rude. You can't make a lot of money just by being ignorant."

Choice 2:

Kate: "What are you reading?"

Jude: "Erotic novel. *sigh* What's with that face? There's no way this stuff is kept in the palace library. You're a simpleton, aren'tcha?"

Jude: "Physics, engineering, and astronomy papers. We need to get the best researchers before others do."

Choice 3:

Kate: "I'm just doing my job as a fairy tale writer."

Jude: "No need to be so serious. Did they ask you to do some research? Ha? You wanna know the hobbies of the whole Crown?"

Jude: "What's next? You're gonna start checking the color of my underwear?"

Jude: "Take your time. I'll go back. I'll have Ellis take a look at the authors of the papers on the list."

Jude: "For what? It's none of yer business. Are you that bored?"

Jude: "Here, read this if you have free time. It's a story about going to the moon."

Jude: "When you finish reading it, bring it to my room along with the rental fee. It's my stuff, ya know."

Jude: "I don't like it. They draw silly pictures as if they were real."

Jude: "It's just enough to make you think yer not crazy."

Masterlist╎Bond Story 5-8

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I kinda have to ramble a little skdjfksdjf.

SPOILERS FOR THE NEWLY RELEASED CHAPTERS OF ID 2

Okay, I like ID, I've fell in love with Cas' character, I've come to liking Gabe a lot too. Also, I want to point out that despite still arguing (guessing they really wanna drive the whole "jealousy" thing home), they seem to work together a lot more, knowing how much MC cares- which I appreciate and enjoy watching.

But like, PB had room to explore some hard-hitting concerns with being a vampire- maybe even letting us into what it was like for Cas and Gabe when they were human too, letting us get to know them way better and polish them as characters.

Because, am I the only one who wonders what happened to everything that may be human to MC? Didn't they have a dream college to go to? What if they wanted to explore the world or just simply go overseas? What if their mom decides that it's time to move out? The lines deal destroyed all of that kinda, also I doubt your coven would let you leave anyway. MC pretty much has been chained to the town forever, I feel like that's something worth giving us at least a chapter or two about - or just explore it throughout the whole story.

I have some thoughts on how morality plays a role in the whole biting/hunting thing too, because that lowkey felt lackluster in ID 1 - and what, you're gonna tell me no vampire had any thoughts or feelings about being a predator now? Hunting someone that could be someone else's family and friends? Or just feeding off of them in general? I just feel like we haven't properly explored the mental side of things, but I know there's a chapter about hunting, so I'm gonna stay (mostly) quiet. I know vampires may have mixed emotions to what being human is to them like Cas- but PB isn't giving me much to work with.

Not to mention, they've showed that they lack writers tbh. I didn't personally liked the dinner scene in ch.4 for example- I know hunger is a big part of the story at the moment, but I kinda hoped for seeing MC's mom interacting with Cas and Gabe more. Showing me what she thinks about them, what they would talk about. Those two are clearly very important people to MC, I kinda wanted to see at least a proper scene with her getting to know them and hinting at a relationship being built, it's clear as day that those are your kid's romantic interests- and she's a good mom overall, I think she'd like to meet those mysterious little freaks your child constantly hangs around with.

And, I don't know if you remember, but in book 1, there was a scene after the hospital fiasco where MC was wondering who bit who between LIs, and they made a whole deal about it. But then in book 2 if you go see those silver brands, they just kinda drop on you that Cas got punished once for messing up while Gabe was still a human.

So doesn't that indicate that Cas turned Gabe? And they just glazed over that?

I'm gonna end it with the fact that I'm kinda irritated with the fact that we could - but don't as of now- get an MC that would simply go "wait, hold up... I think I'm polyam", with the Gabe and Cas situation. I agree that there should absolutely be choice for people, but I personally did agree in book 1 to be with both of them- I think even if you choose just one person, there's still an option to be with them both in a way, and flirt with both? And they don't establish any rules (as in who's okay with what to make sure nobody is hurt and uncomfortable, and suffers in silence for the sake of others), they don't talk, nothing. Again, I fully get that the transformation is a huge deal and has to take the first seat, that's obvious, but... not even a little convo? 4 chapters in? I think it would be really cool to have them explore this side, along with having the possibility of MC discovering they might be a polyamorous person. And they just focus on "the other being jealous" which, I feel like, makes my MC look like he's just a dickhead - or at least incredibly inconsiderate- it's like "My two first loves" all over again.

Or at least it feels like "being a vampire" takes the spotlight, controling yourself is the main course and concerns, not to mention all those pesky human feelings and concerns are thrown into the garbage. I'm trying to stop myself from being overly judgemental, because I'd like to finish the book first, but I don't know.

You PB fuckers are lucky you made Cas so damn likable.

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Eternal Resonance Part Two

(This is part 2!! Go check out part 1 if you haven't already).

A/N: This is a TK fic. If you're not into that, don't read. || This is probably my longest fan fiction I've ever actually posted. I'm sorry it took so long to finish it, I had writers block and really could not think of anything to write. But anyway, I really hope you enjoy this!!

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"Fine." Vox said in defeat. Vox agreed to make a deal with Alastor. As Alastor smiled wider, his tendrils retreated, and Vox fell to the ground. Alastor offered his hand, and after some hesitation, Vox took it. Surprisingly, it was a normal handshake without any green aura or weird creepy stuff. Right at that moment, the doors behind Alastor swung open.

"Hey, Vox, do you-" Valentino dropped his coffee mug as he saw both Alastor and Vox holding hands. "Vox, what actually fuck are you doing!?" Vox tried to pull away, but Alastor kept a tight hold. "Don't worry, Dear. We just made a simple deal." Val nearly lost his mind. "You.. WHAT!?" He walked over to them, pointing to Alastor. "Why the hell would you make a deal with him??" Alastor had a bit a sas, "Oh, calm down. He still owns his soul." Al said as he walked away. "It seems, though, that I need a visit to the Taylor." He laughed as he disappeared into the shadows.

Valentino yanked Vox by the arm and forcefully ushered him into Vee's office. He threw Vox on the chair and pointed an accusing finger at him. "I can't believe you did this! What were you even thinking!?" Velvette entered the room, stretching her arms, "What's happening?"

"This bitch of an idiot box made a deal with Alastor!" She gasped, "Why would you do that!?" Vox was filled with anger and disappointment in himself. "I had to, okay!? I had no choice! If I didn't he would have killed me!" He said as he slammed his fist on the table and stood up. "I'm going to my room." Is the last thing he said before walking away. Valentino and Velvette just looked at each other.

Vox entered his room and threw himself on the bed. He sighed and thought about what he did... but as he thought, he came up with an idea..

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Alastor had just finished his time at the Taylor. As he was walking, he couldn't stop thinking about what happened just 30 minutes ago.. He said Vox was gonna have an unforgettable experience, not himself... His thoughts got interrupted as he ran into someone. Speak of the Devil...

"Hey, Alastor!" Vox said as he stood not even an inch away from Alastor. Alastor backed up. "Why, hello Dear. What is it that you want?" He said as he fixed his bow tie. "I want to talk." He raised an eyebrow and smiled wide. "Well, if you insist." They both walk over to the nearest bench.

"What is it?" Alastor wanted to get this done quick so he could go back to the hotel. "That deal we made.. yea, uh- all my friends hate me now. I don't know why I even made a deal with you. I should've just said no!" Vox raised his voice. "Well, Dear, if you'd said no, I wouldn't have let you go." He had a point, but Vox didn't care. "I don't care! At least my friends wouldn't hate me!" Alastor's grin grew wider than ever.

"Well, whose fault is that?" Vox froze, turning to Al.

"YOURS! You're the one who wanted to make a deal in the first place!" Alastor just loved to piss Vox off. It was one of his favorite things to do. "You're the one who said yes." He shrugged his shoulders. Vox's head was about to explode. "Well, Dear, I guess it's time I start going," Al said while standing up, "I have a hotel to run!" As he started to walk away, Vox mumbled something,

"Speaking of my friends, they wanted to see you." Vox was hoping Alastor heard him. Al turned his head, "What did you say?"

"I said, my friends wanted to see you." Alastor turned his whole body around and walked back over to Vox. "Alright then, take me to them." Vox smiled wickedly as he led Alastor to the Vee's tower. They quickly hurried into Vox's bedroom, Alastor sat on his bed. "I'll be right back, let me go get the others." Vox walked over to his door, but he locked it instead. He started laughing and turned back over to Al.

"Vox, what are you doing..?" Vox walked over to Alastor and towered over him. "I'm getting revenge you smiley cunt!" He said as he lunged himself onto Al, pinning his arms to the bed.

"Ah! W-what are you- doing!?" Alastor was laying face down as Vox was sitting on top of him. "If you thought you could just torture me and not get Karma, you thought wrong!" Alastor struggled. His microphone was leaning against the nightstand, much too far out of reach.

"Vox, Dear, you know I am much more stronger than you. You are just making things worse!" Vox laughed, watching as the Radio Demon struggled to escape underneath of him. "Oh, you won't be so strong when I'm done with you." Even though Vox tried to be intimidating, it never seemed to work on Alastor.. or so he thought.

"How do you like the taste of your own medicine?" Vox said as he suddenly jabbed his fingers into Alastor's sides. Alastor's body jolted as if it was struck by lightning. "Vox wait-" He slammbed his arms to his sides as Vox's fingers danced on them.

"How does it feel? I'm going to do this for hours! Ha-Ha!" Alastor's ears pinned down and he tried to hold in his laughter. "I-I'm not ticklish!"

"You can't lie yourself out of this one, that's not how this works... remember?" Vox moved up near Al's underarms and he kicked his legs. "I-I am not lyihing!" Vox couldn't help but think about his plan working. He knew this also wouldn't help his fantasies, but he didn't care. He enjoyed this so much.

"Was that a little giggle I heard?" Vox teased, moving his hands lower again. Alastor dug his head into the pillows, trying to hide his face from this scene. No one's ever dared to touch Alastor, yet Vox somehow had the courage to. Vox then had another idea.

"Oh, look at those soft-looking ears you have here~..." Alastor's eyes widened as he heard such words. "No! Vox, I swear to god if you-" Vox cut him off by placing his hands on his ears. His legs were kicking more and he grabbed where Vox's hands were, trying to ply them off.

"NO! VOHOHOX! PlehehAse!!!" Vox couldn't help but laugh. "Ohoho! Did I find your weak spot?" He continued to pet Al's ears everywhere. The base, the top, everywhere.

"You bihihiHtch!" Alastor managed to say in between laughs. "You're gonna pay for that!" Vox teased, petting more at the base of Al's ears. Alastor couldn't hide his laugh anymore. He was maniacal. "Hohoholy shihihit!! Let- me gohohoh! HAHA!" He was weak.

Vox was smiling from.. ear to ear? "Aw, has someone had enough?" Vox teased. Alastor knew he was mimicking him from earlier. "Yehehes!!! P-Pleehehease!!!" Alastor begged. Alastor hadn't been tickled or even touched almost at all since he was alive. When he was a kid, his mother used to play games and have little tickle fights with him. But ever since he arrived in Hell, he never wanted to be involved with a lot of touching. Though, he never really minded it with Rosie..

Vox stopped tickling Alastor to let him breathe. Alastor was still laughing, trying to recover. "I.. hahaha.. get ohohof of meheh!"

"How cute, the big, bad Radio Demon weak and unable to move! How could anyone hate this?" Alastor tried to pick himself up, but he was too weak. Vox wished he had those super cool tendrils to lift Al's arms up. If he did, he would be unstoppable! He then took one of Al's arms and lifted it above his head. Alastor shook his head and yelled "No!" as Vox slowly moved his hand towards his side. As his hand reached his side, Alastor started laughing again. He tried to fold to protect himself, but obviously he couldn't.

As Vox's fingers danced across Alastor's ribs, the room was filled with fits of laughter. The playful scene was interrupted by loud knocks at the door. Vox's hands stopped and his head turned towards the sound.

"Al, quick, hide," Vox whispered urgently, getting off of Al. Alastor was confused, but didn't question it and quickly got under the bed. Vox headed towards the door and unlocked it. He opened it to find Valentino, his tall, creepy figure looming in the doorway.

"What's with all the noise? Are you talking to someone?" Valentino's voice seemed calm, but you could still hear the anger. He stepped into the room, looking around while he took a long drag from his cigarette. "No, Val... I was just-"

Alastor couldn't stop giggling. He tried to keep quiet, holding his hands to his mouth.

Vox looked around too, then remembered he left Al's microphone on the nightstand! He quickly hurried to it and pushed it under the bed. Alastor felt something touch him and he gasped. Vox quietly shushed him and quickly walked away. "There's nothing to worry about, Dear. Everything is just fine! I'm just enjoying myself with some alone time." Valentino shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the door. "If you say so. Bye, Darling~." Is the last thing he said before he walked out. Vox locked the door again and walked to the bed.

"Al, you can come out now." Alastor quickly got out from under the bed. "Dear, you look stressed. Allow me to help!" Vox realized the deep shit he was in, especially now that Al has his microphone.

"Shit."

The rest of that evening, Alastor beat Vox's ass once again, leaving him conquered. No matter how hard Vox tries, his plans always backfire on him. I guess that's a sign to never mess with the Radio Demon.

The End.

#alastor #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #fanfiction #fanfic #tickle fic #vox #radiostatic #radiosilence #cute #one sided radiostatic #hazbin hotel vox #tickle community #part two of two #this is probably really bad

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gretavangroupie · 1 year

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Crave (Chapter 5)

Word count: 5.5k+

Pairing: Josh x Female Reader

Summary: After pushing the girl you love into the arms of your best friend, you're left regretting your choices.

Warnings: 18+ as always, language, drinking, sexual situations, smut, fluff.

Crave Playlist

A/N: Special shoutout to my beta, my co-writer, and my dear friend @gvfjess none of this would be what it is without her touch.

“You’re gonna wish you never said that…”

Her words replay in your head and you are stuck wondering what she meant. You realized that this could happen, getting involved with someone like Josh. You didn’t realize it would be happening so soon. Completely blindsided, you know you have probably said the wrong thing.

What is Josh going to say?

You internally battle with yourself for the rest of your shift. Thankfully, the rest of the night is quiet and easy. You clean up the bar and head home, soaking in a bubble bath when you hear your phone buzz on the bathroom counter. You step out of the tub and wrap yourself in a towel, grabbing the phone and seeing its Josh.

Josh: Hi love, just got back to my room. Miss you.

You: Hi, I miss you too. I hope you had a good day! I met some of those fans you warned me about tonight.

Josh: What? Where?

You: At work.

Your phone rings and you see Josh’s smile light up your screen. You take a deep breath and hit the green button.

“Hey!” you answer.

“Hey beautiful, what’s going on? You said they came to the bar?” He asks.

“Yes, they actually came looking for you guys, they said they heard you hang out there and wanted me to confirm. Which I did not. But then I guess one of them recognized me from the photo the other night… they were less than pleasant after that. I feel like I probably said something I shouldn't have... I don't know.” You reply.

“This is exactly what I was worried about. Listen, they will say whatever they can to get under your skin. Don’t believe anything they say, they will come up with anything to get at you. As far as how you reacted, I'm sure you said exactly what was necessary. I'm sorry you had to deal with this while I'm gone.” He says.

“Josh, don’t worry. I am fine, just stressed me out a little bit. I tried to take a bath to relax but it didn’t really help. I’m just anxious. I know you guys like to go to Sixty’s because no one ever finds you there but now… I feel like I should have lied and said no…. and the photo… I don’t know I’m just….” You stammer.

“Baby, relax. It’s fine, we will figure it out. Don’t be stressed. In fact…” he stops, you can practically hear the wheels spinning in his head.

“Let's try something...Are you in bed?” He asks.

“I’m about to be. I am putting on a t-shirt right now, and then I am…” you reply.

“Good, get into bed and tell me when you’re there. Feel free to skip the t-shirt. ” He replies and you can hear the smirk in his voice.

Oh Josh… I love this side of you so much.

Your cheeks heat up and your heart starts to race thinking about what he is implying. You are in the mood to release some of the stress from today and this is the perfect opportunity.

You decide to skip the t-shirt at Josh’s suggestion, climbing into bed and propping yourself up against your pillow. You pop in your airpods to hear Josh’s voice closer.

“Okay, I’m in bed. Nothing on…” you say devilishly, you are ready to play this game too.

“You’re so perfect. Are you comfortable?” he is asking genuinely, your heart fluttering at how sweet and caring this man is.

“Yes. Talk to me, Josh.” you don't want to waste any more time.

He laughs lightly and you hear some rustling on his end, then the clear sound of him undoing his belt buckle. The ache between your thighs grows in anticipation. “Close your eyes for me.” You follow his instructions and close your eyes, focusing all of your energy on listening to his voice in your ears.

He begins instructing you again slowly in a lower register, not waiting for you to confirm that you’ve done what he’s asked. He knows you are following his every word.

“I want you to imagine I’m with you, that your hand is mine and it’s me that’s taking care of you right now. Touching you just the way you like… Gonna make you feel so good baby, we are going to do this together, every step of the way.”

“Please, Josh. Tell me what to do… I’m ready.” your voice is desperate, you miss him so much, and hearing his voice has you absolutely dripping already.

“Fuck. You have no idea how sexy you sound right now.” you hear his breath falter a little bit.

“I want you to trail your hand down your body, appreciate every inch. I love your soft skin so much, I can’t wait to get my mouth back on it.” his voice drenched with promise.

You take your time and run your hands down from your neck, over your breasts, and to your lower stomach. You are envisioning it’s Josh and can’t help the way you lightly gasp as you imagine it’s his fingers grazing your clit.

“Keep making those sounds for me. I need to hear how you’re feeling. Don’t be shy. I want you to touch yourself now, and I am going to do the same. We are going to come together. I’ve been hard for you since the second I heard your beautiful voice. Already got off in the shower once today thinking about you, but god damn this is so much better.”

“Tell me what you were thinking about, Josh. Please.” your fingers continue to swirl against your sensitive bud lightly and your heart is beating faster. At his insistence, you dip two of your fingers into your core, thinking about him filling you up instead.

“Was thinking about your beautiful lips wrapped around my cock. Your eyes looking up at me while you took me in your mouth. The way you moan as I hit the back of your throat. The way your lips look afterwards, so pink and full. Fuck, I can’t wait, to see you.” he lets out a deep groan and you can hear the faint sounds of his hand working himself up and down vigorously.

You have no words in response, focusing your efforts on yourself as you switch between pumping your fingers and rubbing tight circles on your clit. You are getting closer to your edge by his words alone, moaning in response and letting his name roll off your tongue.

“Are you close for me, baby? I don’t know how much longer I can last. Especially with you moaning my name like that...shit...” his voice is getting weaker and you can tell he is ready to finish.

“Yes, Josh. Cum for me, and I’ll cum for you. I’m right there.” you breathe.

“Fuck baby…” his last words spill out of his mouth along with a few delicious moans and other expletives. But what really sends you over the edge is hearing your name leave his mouth laced in pleasure. The sound of him reaching his release is all it takes to send yours plummeting through your body as well. His name slipping deliciously from your lips as it wracks your body.

The line goes quiet for a few seconds as you both catch your breath.

“Josh…” you breathe out.

“Yeah baby…” he replies almost a whisper, still panting. You can hear him rustling around in the background.

“Thank you….” you say.

“Anything for you, love. Try to get some sleep and dont worry about those girls. All I care about is you, and I can't wait to see you.” he says laying back down in his bed.

“I can’t wait to see you either, I miss you so much. Goodnight…” you say.

“Goodnight my angel.” he replies, ending the call.

You lay there for a while just enjoying the relaxed sensation pulsating through your body, before realizing the time. You place your phone on the charger and turn off the light thinking of him as you close your eyes.

Only one more day…

When you wake the next morning and grab your phone you see a text from Josh.

Josh: Good morning lover, hope you have a good day today. Thinking of you always.

You: Good morning, miss you and hope your day is good too. Thanks for last night.

You swipe out of your messages and see that you have a ton of instagram notifications.

What in the world?

Opening the app you see your inbox is loaded with message requests, you have tagged photos for review, and comments on your photos from years ago.

You open your message requests and see hundreds of messages from girls who are asking you if you are dating Josh, how you know him, and the like. One message catches your eye though.

Being mean to people in this fandom is not going to age well, you should have thought about that. What would Josh think?

You click on another one.

You are a bartender? How pathetic, Josh deserves someone better than a bitchy bartender.

You open another.

Don’t worry we will show Josh who you really are. :)

Your heart is racing, you are being attacked, just like he said. You quickly close the app and throw your phone across the bed.

The messages continue to flood in all day, and the more you ignore them the more they seem to come. You know how these fandoms work, so you grab your computer and open Twitter. You search Josh’s name + girlfriend and you are inundated with horrible tweets about yourself. Belittling you, your appearance, your job and Josh’s choice in partner. You have never been bullied like this before and you are not sure how the guys deal with it day to day.

Maybe this is why they never post anything...

You don’t look at your phone for the rest of the day. You are afraid to say anything to Josh either. Somehow it feels like if you were to talk to him about it, it would only make things worse. You avoid your phone at all costs, hoping that this drama will die down before they get back. You go to work tonight and suffer through the painfully boring shift. As you are locking up you realize that you haven’t checked your phone at all... in hours. You know you will have missed calls and texts. You get into your car and pull it out of your purse, seeing multiple unread messages and two missed calls from Josh. Your instagram notifications have continued to increase since the last time you looked.

Josh: What are you doing today?

Josh: Everything good?

3:05pm Missed Call: Josh

Josh: What is going on love, call me.

1:08am Missed Call: Josh

Crap.

You immediately dial his number and hope he picks up as you pull out into traffic. It rings twice before he answers.

“Thank god…” he answers.

“I’m so sorry! I haven’t looked at my phone all day!” You reply.

“I was worried, shit.” He says. “Just tell me next time you decide to go off the grid for the day?” He jokes.

“Ugh, I know I’m sorry! This morning… my phone was just blowing up, people are so… mean…I just couldn’t deal with it so I didn’t look at my phone all day. I don’t know how you deal with it, really.” You say.

“What? Oh no....they found you huh? I am so sorry baby…” he replies. He knows exactly what is going on.

“It’s just…a lot.” You say sighing into the phone.

“I know it is....What got to you? There had to be one, if you’re still thinking about it.” He asks.

“I don’t know, just some messages about you deserving someone better than a bartender, or how they were ‘going to show you who I really am’... like they have any clue… it’s just a lot to deal with all at once. Especially by myself.” You say.

“Listen to me, there is no one better for me than you. I don’t care if you’re a bartender, I actually love it, and you’ve said it yourself, who knows you better than I do?” He asks.

“No one.” You reply quietly.

“Exactly. You’re perfect and everything about you is perfect and I just… love you. Exactly how you are. Okay? Don’t even open any more messages. When I get back I will show you how to mute everything. Makes life a lot easier.” He laughs.

“Okay, I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you about it.” You reply.

“It’s okay, I understand. I would have done the same thing in your position. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow, love.” He says.

“I know, I have missed you. The bar has been so quiet and boring without you all there, too.” you reply.

“You’ll come over when I get back, right?” He asks.

“Of course, just let me know when.” You say.

“I will, promise to answer your phone this time?” He jokes.

“Yes….” You laugh.

“Goodnight beautiful.” He says.

“Goodnight, Josh.” You say hanging up the phone.

Did he almost kinda say he loved me?

The next morning you wake up feeling refreshed, and excited knowing that you will get to see Josh. As you roll over to grab your phone you already see a text from Josh from a few hours ago.

Josh: We are getting on the plane now, and should be home around 12:30. Can’t wait to kiss your face.

It’s 10:00 now, so that gives you enough time to get up and do your morning routine and make yourself extra presentable.

Your heart flutters in your chest thinking about kissing him. You take extra time doing your hair and choosing your outfit. You spray your perfume on your wrist and neck and you can feel the butterflies in your stomach start to rise as the clock ticks closer to 12:30.

Pacing your living room, you are waiting for his text to let you know they had landed before you head out. You pack a bag just in case you decide to stay with Josh tonight, even though you’re fairly positive he isn’t going to have it any other way.

Zipping the zipper on the bag your phone buzzes.

Josh: Tell me you’re already on your way…

You: I am now...See you soon.

You grab your things and quickly leave, locking the door behind you. You throw your stuff into your car and head to his house.

You anxiously flip through the songs on your playlist but can't decide on anything, by the time you do, you are pulling into his driveway. His car is already there, but still warm.

You jump out and head to the front door, but before you can even knock it opens and you see his perfect smile greeting you.

“My girl.” He says, opening his arms.

You fall into his arms being surrounded by the best hug. “I missed you.” you say into his neck.

He kisses the top of your head. “I know and we weren’t even gone that long, I don’t know how I am going to make it through tour…” he says.

“I don’t even want to think about that yet.” You reply.

He releases his arms from around you and grabs your face in his hands, pressing his lips to meet yours.

I really missed him.

He pulls back and shuts the door behind you.

“I know I just got here but I have to leave at 4 for my shift. Are you guys…. Gonna come in tonight? I know you just got home and all….” You stammer.

“I’m sure it will not take a whole lot of convincing...” He smiles.

You flash him a smile and he kisses you again.

“You really did miss me, huh?” You ask playfully.

“I did, and I am about to show you just how much.” He says devilishly.

Leading you down the hallway he laces his fingers with yours, pushing his bedroom door open. He lays down on his side of the bed, on top of his perfect fluffy down filled duvet. He crosses his bare feet and pats the spot next to him.

“Okay, first, let me see your phone.” He says holding his hand out.

You pull your phone out of your back pocket and unlock it before handing it to him.

“We need to get you locked down, because all of this….” He says pointing to the hundreds of comments and messages, “...is just not okay. I’m sorry we didn’t do this before I left.”

He shows you how to mute your messages, filter comments, and helps you set your profile to private.

“There, that should do it.” He says, handing it back to you. You set it on the table next to the bed and he throws his arm around your shoulder as he pulls his own phone out.

You snuggle into his side, completely relaxed just being here with him. He opens his instagram and searches for your profile, following you, now that you are private.

“There, now they can speculate all they want, but they can't get to you.” He laughs.

You spend a little time just laying with your head on his chest as he shows you pictures and videos he took while he was gone this week. You hear his heart beat and it lulls you into a drowsy state.

He puts his phone on the table and turns to face you.

“I really did miss you, sleeping here with you… empty hotel beds are cold and lonely.” He says.

You look up and place your lips on his, letting them linger for a few seconds longer than usual.

He grabs your face pulling you in again, so you sit up and climb over top of him, straddling him as you continue the kiss.

His hands slide off of your face and down your neck and shoulders, grazing your arms as they make their way to your hips. He grips into the fabric of your jeans pulling you down to grind into him. A moan leaving his lips and echoing into your mouth.

“Josh, I don’t know if I can wait any longer.” You pant.

“Good. Me either.” He says pulling his shirt over his head.

Minutes later you are tangled with each other, nothing but breathy moans and sighs filling the room.

Every movement made with intention and care, this was not like the past few times. This was like the first time all over again. Josh worships every inch of your body and takes his time paying attention to every minute detail of you. He makes sure you are taken care of first and foremost. He was loving you, not fucking you.

You lay together for a while afterwards talking and giggling, until the clock reminds you that its time to leave your perfect, blissful slice of heaven and head to the dark, smoky bar.

You begrudgingly get up and put your clothes back on, stepping into the bathroom to fix your hair and makeup before stepping back out. You see that he has gotten up and put his clothes back on too. You walk to meet him on the other side of the room and you snake your arms around his torso from behind.

“I’m glad you’re back.” You say into his warm back.

“I am glad too.” He replies, spinning around in your arms. “We are going to come to the bar later, if you still want us to.”

“Of course, it has been so quiet without you guys there.” You smile.

He leans down and kisses your lips, “Then we will see you soon, love.”

He releases you and you make your way to the front door, him not far behind you.

“See you later...” you say playfully blowing him a kiss.

“Bye baby...” He replies kissing your forehead.

Two hours later as you are restocking the cooler, you hear the bell ring and peer over your shoulder to see them walking in. Your heart leaps out of your chest. You smile and stand up and walking over to the bar top. They all come bounding over with smiles.

“My favorite regulars…” you smile.

Josh grabs your hand, pulling it to his lips, placing a kiss on your knuckles. Your face blushes red, at his openness in front of the guys.

“They all know, nothing to hide anymore.” He says.

Your eyes flick to Jake, then Sam, then Danny. Each of them smiling and giving their nod of approval.

“I mean, obviously he’s in love with you, look at this mushy shit.” Sam jokes as Josh releases your hand.

You smile and shrug your shoulders.

“Okay, drinks?” You ask, changing the subject, trying not to think about what Sam said.

Is he? Does he love me?

A while later you approach the guys at their normal table with fresh drinks and pass them out. You look around the bar and see it’s practically empty, so you take a seat next to Josh, who instinctively throws his arm around you. The guys have drank more than their usual amount tonight and things have been rowdy and loud. They tell you about their week, and some of the interesting interview topics they spoke about. As Jake drunkenly drags on about some bizarre topic you all find yourselves praying for his speech to end. Sam pulled out his phone half way through and has been scrolling mindlessly for the past 20 minutes.

“Oh god.” He says taken aback, interrupting Jake’s lecture.

“Did you know Olivia is engaged?!” He says, turning to Danny, shocked.

“What?” Danny interjects, snatching the phone from his hand, studying it before letting out a deep breath.

“No.” is all he says. His voice, deep and dark.

“So if she is engaged what was she doing here, fucking around with you?” Sam asks Danny.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Danny replies.

“What?” He asks.

“What do you mean fucking around?” He yells.

You look at Josh who shrugs his shoulders at you in response. You nod your head back towards the bar and he nods.

As you make your way over to the bar you pretend to look busy and try not to listen in on what’s going on. What you do notice is that Danny has crossed over that threshold. He has that look in his eye and you know things are not going to end well for someone.

“Why the fuck would you even bring it up?” he yells at Sam.

Sam stands up and grabs his things, trying to just leave the bar and the situation all together.

Danny stands up and grabs his arm, slinging him into the wood paneled wall behind the table.

“Do you have a fuckin problem man?” he asks, pushing Sam into the wall by his shoulders.

Jake quickly springs to his feet grabbing Danny by the arm and pulling him off of Sam before anything escalates further.

“Daniel, I think it'd be wise to take a step back.” Jake warns with a glaring look.

Josh taking the opportunity, sliding between Danny and Sam.

“No, no I'm sick of this shit. I’m sick of everyone telling me what to do. What’s best for me… like I don’t know….” he says, throwing Jake’s hand off of him with disgust.

“Maybe you should just go take a walk for a minute…” Josh suggests.

“Yeah, maybe I should Josh…” he says sarcastically.

Danny shoots a venomous look at Sam before walking over to the bartop, where you have to pretend to have not been listening.

He places his elbows on the bar top and runs his hands over his face.

“Do you want to come talk to me outside for a few minutes?” you ask nervously.

He looks up at you surprised. “I don't know, can you...” He turns and looks at Josh.

“Of course I can.” you reply.

You look around and see that it’s only the guys left at this hour, and so you come out from behind the bar and walk to the front door with Danny following behind. You open the door and usher him out, making eye contact with Josh. He nods his head and you smile back at him.

He understands.

As you step outside you see Danny sit down on the little bench around the corner. You walk over to meet him sitting beside him.

“I’m sorry. I don't even know why I did that. Everyone always thinks they know better than me. I am just...” he says defeatedly. “I just keep screwing everything up. I almost just hurt my best friend… and for what?”

“Oh, Danny…” you say, placing your hand on his back. “You didn’t screw everything up…everyone in there knows you, and knows that you were just worked up... And that you would never hurt Sam… It's been a tough few weeks for all of you.”

“It has, and I have been at the center of all of it. Literally every bad thing that has happened has involved me. I need to figure some shit out…” he says shaking his head.

“Sometimes you have to go through a few bad things to get to the good things.” you say.

“You know, I’m really sorry for how I treated you. I really am, but I am so happy that you and Josh are happy. He has not shut up about you all week. Jake and I thought we were going to have to kill him. It's exactly what you have always deserved.” he says.

Your eyes fill with tears, finally feeling the relief of all the tension you harbored towards the Danny and Josh situation. You wrap your arms around him hugging him. He pats his hand on your arm.

“Thanks...It’s been hard. I have felt guilty for how everything played out, and I never really talked to you about it. Things are just different with him, you know? It’s so… easy. It feels so much different, just really… right. I think I love him. I just… I know it’s soon…I haven’t told him. I just really want things to work out…I don’t know why I’m telling you this…. I’m sorry.” you stammer.

“I’m glad you are telling me, it means we are friends. I think we were always supposed to just be friends. I like talking to you, and I like that you feel comfortable confiding in me. I’d like to be that friend, if you want me to be. I know what happened with us was rough, but I think you did find your good in it. I hope that I can find mine.” He smiles.

You tear up and nod your head in acceptance.

“I know, I know, not used to me being the one with all the sappy stuff to say…” he jokes.

You release your arms from around him. “I think you should probably apologize to Sam…”

“Yeah, I probably should…” he says standing up.

You stand up next to him and he reaches towards you for a friendly hug. “Thank you…. For talking to me. It’s nice to have a friend that isn’t… them.” he laughs.

“You can talk to me anytime you need to, Danny. I mean that.” you say stepping back from his hug.

He nods and walks with you back inside the bar. As your eyes search for Josh you see him and he looks at you questioningly.

You smile and nod telling him that everything is good and he smiles back, warming your heart.

You head back behind the bar to start closing everything up for the night. Danny walks over to the table and you see him talking to Sam, clearly apologizing for over-reacting.

Jake walks up to the bar to close out the tab.

“I don't know what you said, but thank you.” he says, pulling out his card. “He is hard to calm down when he gets mad like that.”

“I didn't really say anything, I just let him talk. I think he just needed to talk to someone that wasn’t one of you.” you reply, handing him the receipt.

“Ahhh…..” he exhales. “Josh really picked a good one.” he smirks up at you, signing his receipt and sliding it to you, shoving his in the pocket of his pants.

“Thanks Jake.” You smile back.

You see Josh walking over to the two of you. “What are you two conspiring about?” he asks jokingly.

“I was just telling her thank you for her bomb diffusing efforts.” Jake jokes. “And that you picked a good one.” he smiles patting his shoulder.

“Brother, have you gone soft or is it the Whiskey?” he says playfully jabbing into his side.

“Whiskey.” they both say in unison, laughing.

It's at this moment that you knew you loved him. No question.

As Jake walks away, you see Josh step closer to the bar leaning over to you. “I told you…” he says.

“Told me what?” you reply.

“Everyone can see how I feel about you. Why, I feel that way.” he says, running his fingers over your knuckles. “You’re coming over tonight, right?”

“If you want me to…” you say.

“I never want you to leave.” he replies.

You feel your heart leap.

“Then, I will see you shortly…” you reply coyly.

He meets up with the rest of the guys at the door, waving as they all walk out the door.

As you finish closing up you let your mind wander and enjoying the happy feelings overtaking your body.

This is how it feels to be truly happy, and content.

Locking the door behind you, you make your way to your car but as you approach it you see a piece of paper tucked underneath your windshield wiper.

You grab what you now see is Jake’s copy of the receipt you just gave him, with a scribble of words written on the inside. You open it up and see that it’s not Jake’s handwriting, it’s Danny’s and inside the message reads,

He loves you too. He always has. Don’t wait. Tell him.

A tear springs from the corner of your eye and you feel a pang of longing creep across your chest.

Has he always loved me?

You fold the receipt and place it in your wallet for safe keeping.

As you make the drive to his house you are a bundle of nerves. You aren’t sure how you’re going to tell him, or when but the overwhelming urge to just blurt it out is taking over your brain.

You walk up to his door with your bag and you remember the night you came here just a few short weeks ago, crying and wondering if he would even open the door. You’re so glad he did. You can’t imagine what your life would be like right now if he hadn’t. Much like that night, you stand here waiting for him to open the door, nervous and hopeful.

As the door opens, warmth creeps over your body, releasing all the nerves you had to begin with. His smile has that effect on you. Everytime.

“Ahh my girl... I will never get tired of seeing your face at my door.” he says, pulling your hand to lead you inside.

He takes your bag from your hand and sets it by the door.

As you walk further into the house you stop and turn to face him.

“Josh do you think… tonight we could just…” you stop.

“What baby?” he asks.

“I just… want to be with you and sleep next to you. I missed you.” you say.

“Oh love…I fell asleep every night this week wishing I was holding you. Come on, let's go.” he says, locking the door and turning off the lights.

You step into his bedroom and you see that he already has your favorite shirt sitting on the bed for you. You pick it up and look at him and he smiles back in response.

Sliding your clothes off, you catch him as he watches you, blushing slightly that you caught him. “I can’t help it... You're the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. Can’t keep my eyes off of you.” he says as he takes his own clothes off.

He turns off the lamp, and pulls the duvet back crawling into the bed. He pulls your side of the duvet back and opens his arms to you. You slide in, and cuddle in next to him, facing him. He pulls the duvet up around the two of you, before wrapping his arms around your torso, pulling you in closer to him. He inhales deeply against your head holding you tightly to his body.

You wrap your arm around him and run your fingertips over his bare back. His skin is so soft you find yourself lost in the sensation of it gliding so smoothly under your hand.

You know this is the perfect time. Both of you are completely at peace and just enjoying one another. No place you would rather be. Gathering up all your courage, you take a deep breath.

“Josh…” you say, almost a whisper into his neck.

“Mmmhm…” he hums against your head.

“I… I love you.” you finally manage.

He pulls away from you, pressing his hand to your face. His thumb glides across your cheek as a smile crosses his lips.

“My beautiful girl…I love you too. I always have.” he says, pressing his perfect soft lips to yours. A tear springing from you eye.

“Tell me again.” you whisper.

“I am so in love with you. I have always been in love with you. I wish there were more words for me to tell you exactly how much. For once in my life words are escaping me…” he laughs against your lips wiping your tears away.

You press your lips to his once more before settling back into his arms.

“Then I guess you’ll just have to show me.” you say kissing his chest.

“Everyday, for as long as you’ll have me…” he replies.

“Always.” you whisper, your eyes fluttering closed as you drift off to sleep, completely wrapped in love.

fin.

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I honestly hate the Lucy UC storyline now. 1) she’s been in THREE Documentaries, one specifically about her going UC so it makes no sense (also not to mention Isabel outting her as a cop to that guy’s daughter, so maybe that’s were the storyline will go, he’ll try to get revenge on her for being a cop) and 2) she was upset about them not seeing each other much if she moved to a different station yet they wanted us to believe that she would have no problem going on a UC for 6 mths to a year and not seeing Tim (or Tamara)?!?! Like come on 🙄

For what's it worth, you're definitely not the only one feeling this way. I personally don't hate it, but I get it. This has been a bone of contention since s3, even more so lately. My biggest gripe at the moment is that, this storyline has been stagnant for so long, it's time to either commit, or give Lucy other opportunities. I wasn't sure if you were merely venting your frustrations or if you wanted me to answer : in case it's the latter, I'm gonna address your points but by no means am I trying to invalidate your feelings here. I'm just sharing my perspective on the matter.

Let's start with the documentaries. Honestly, at this point, I think we should simply take them for what they are : an opportunity for the writers to develop ridiculous plots and have fun, even though they don't make much sense… The last one was so over the top that I loved it - but I can understand that it's a bit hard to suspend your disbelief here… especially regarding the UC arc. I didn't mind Lucy being in them at first - or Nyla for that matter. Not to stereotype here, but I'm not sure the criminals she goes after watch these type of documentaries. And even if they were, they would still have to remember her specifically and there wasn't any particular reason to do so back then. I mean, so far, only one person in-universe has ever referenced these documentaries… and that lady was a director herself (5.06). That last one, on the other hand… Let's just say that outing Lucy as an undercover cop was definitely a choice… I almost feel bad for the criminals who went out of their way to be creative so they could get their hands on those UC lists, when really, all they needed to do was sit and watch true crime episodes. No respect for the craft! But more seriously : when the promo aired, I thought for sure that this issue was going to be addressed. I even wondered if I had missed a conversation or something after watching the episode. I guess, we're just supposed to pretend that it doesn't matter since not one single person raised the issue of Lucy being in the spotlight when she should be in the shadows. Then again, the LAPD doesn't see a problem with advertising a whole conference about covert operations… We clearly have a very different definition of secrecy. That said, maybe this will come back later and someone will recognise her. That's always a possibility - though it would seriously make the whole department look incompetent for not considering that ahead of time…

Another option would be to reopen the Teska plotline, as you suggested. The writers did leave the door wide open with all the loose threads, starting with how abruptly Lucy ended the op. Or how Isabel outed them as cop to the daughter, that's true. I have to say, I'm not completely convinced he would want to get revenge on Lucy. Sure, she lied to him about who she was. At the same time, she saved his kid's life, pushed him to make amends and get another chance with her and let him go free. She technically could have had him arrested : between the possession of a firearm and the conspiracy to commit murder, she had more than enough. I'm not saying the guy would become bestie with Lucy but out of all the people she's met while undercover, he's not the one with the biggest motive. Actually, I feel like Isabel would be a bigger target : after all, she's the one who infiltrated his gang and sent him to jail in the first place. Not to mention that his daughter knows how to contact her. But yes, he could always come back to wreak havoc. And as I mentioned earlier, he's not the only one. There's the female gang that might hold a grudge against Lucy. There are a couple of cartels that were crippled thanks to her. Any of her missions could come back to haunt her. But, and this is only my opinion, after spending three seasons filled with various vendettas from La Fiera, Elijah, Rosalind and whatnot, another plot like this would get old real fast. I don't think we need any more of these. Especially since Elijah is not fully over yet and we still have the ramifications from the finale to deal with. I'd rather Lucy just gives up on UC because she realises this is not for her. At least, it would be something different, you know what I mean?

And that leads me to your last point… Here's the thing : as upset as Lucy was at the idea of spending less time with Tim, she was still ready to move to another station, she still helped him get a new position that is notorious for their killer hours and she was still studying for the detective's exam. This didn't deter her at all. Obviously, this is different than being away for months on end, but she has been consistent in that regard. I understand the confusion and how illogical it sounds… But just because she was distressed about seeing Tim less, doesn't automatically mean she won't be able to handle being away. And just because she could handle it, doesn't mean she will want to do it. Speaking from personal experience here, it's a bit more nuanced - and complicated - than that I'm afraid. I only wish we would hear her perspective on all of this.

I also don't think that the narrative, or Lucy herself, was implying she would have no problem whatsoever with not seeing Tim (or Tamara) for a long period of time. I'm assuming you're referring to that last scene in 5.20, when she was worried about Tim not handling long term UC. As I see it, it was more about her trying to finally have an honest conversation with him about undercover, so they could hash everything out. This was introduced in 5.16, with Noah opening the can of worms, but they didn't get to the bottom of it since they had another conflict to take care of. Undercover is a bit of a sore point for Tim - for good reasons - and she knows it. She was there for the end of his marriage, she remembers his knee-jerk reaction when he found out she wanted to pursue undercover… He may fully be supportive now but she wants to gauge how he is truly faring with all of this. And after the events of the day (Isabel's return, their mini UC op…), it gave her the perfect opportunity to try to address this. She can guess he has been soldiering on for her and she doesn't want that. A place of honesty, remember. That's why she starts their conversation with : "Can I share something vulnerable with you?". She's putting herself in a vulnerable position by confessing how much she loves doing this job. She's trying to bring up the underlying issue in a way that wouldn't make him defensive. But a part of her has to also be afraid of his reaction. This isn't an easy situation. When she answers him "No. Um… I'm worried that you won't", it's because in that moment, her concerns are about him. Let's be honest, out of the two, he's the one more likely to have issues with this due to his past. She doesn't have the same baggage as him. And she's right to ask the question : how many of us have asked it? Apart from when she was his rookie or when he pushed her to go to the Academy, they've never talked about it. Only it's an important conversation to have if they want to spend their lives together. And they finally had it after her last mission. Another reason is that, in her case, she has something to counterbalance the hardship of not seeing Tim : doing something she loves. He, on the other hand, doesn't really have anything to outweigh this downside when she's away. However, he knew all of this from the start and still decided to start a relationship with her : simply being with her eclipses this drawback. This is what matters to him. But I can see why she would want to check with him if long-term undercover is something he can handle beforehand. It doesn't mean she doesn't have her own fair share of doubts. Now whether she can truly handle it… For the moment she thinks she can - and so far, she has. Maybe she's underestimating how hard it would be… and to be fair, it's not like she really has a frame of reference here. Listening to other people's experiences can only go so far…

If it helps though, I doubt Lucy will do too many long-terms undercover mission - if any - so all of this might end up being moot anyway. But I still believe the whole point of that conversation was to try to address the elephant in the room… They started opening up to each other, after several attempts, so maybe next season they will take a step further in that direction and explore Lucy's side of this, share some light on whether she has any doubts or worries. And hopefully, this storyline won't be in limbo for much longer. But again, this is just my perspective :)

#ask & ye shall receive #the rookie #chenford #lucy chen #tim bradford

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