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resowrites · 11 months

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Suddenly It Happened - oneshot (request).

Summary: Henry’s longtime personal assistant wonders if he’ll ever return her feelings…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Reader

Warnings: fluff, slight angst, brief mention of relationship difficulties, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 2040

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Suddenly It Happened - oneshot.

The door to the waiting area closed softly. She looked up to see her boss, smiling casually as he motioned for her to join him. The meeting with his publicist lasted only half an hour but she still had to drive him into central London for a day of press. Naturally, he was dressed to the nines and looking as handsome as ever. She sighed as she got into the car, wondering how despite his ever-increasing popularity, he’d managed to remain single. She'd worked closely with him for the last five years, doing all manner of tasks, many far out of her purview as a personal assistant. But Henry wasn't like the other celebrities she'd met. He was kind, humble, and undemanding, the sort of man she'd always dreamed of meeting but knew was way out of her league. Her personality was very much like his own but whereas his looks were talked about and admired the world over, she was plain and bookish. Hardly his type. But that didn't stop her from daydreaming occasionally or stealing a loving glance. She knew nothing would ever happen, and she was far too serious about her job to ever risk being so stupid. Yet still, she wondered. He looked over at her from the passenger seat, his gaze as warm as his smile. She kept her eyes firmly on the road ahead "Tell me again where we're headed first?"

"The Thistle Hotel, you'll be there hopefully no more than a couple of hours. Did you manage to look over the list of questions I emailed you last night?" His smile grew wider.

"Yep, seems pretty standard stuff. Thanks for making sure there were no personal questions, though I must admit it gets a bit tedious being asked about Kal all the time..." She uncomfortably cleared her throat but otherwise said nothing. "You're still coming to the premiere next week aren't you?"

"Of course, wouldn't miss it."

"Great, you know how uncomfortable I get at those things. All those flashing lights, the shouting, the hordes of people..."

"Well, don't worry. We'll whip you through it all pretty quickly." She tried to smile reassuringly.

"Thanks, I really appreciate it. And thanks for being with me today."

"No problem. It's what I'm here for." Her voice sounded thick as she finished her sentence and she hoped she hadn't come across too awkwardly.

"No, I'm serious. You make this job a thousand times easier and I don't thank you enough for it." She smiled again but remained silent. "... Are you okay?" Her brow furrowed.

"Of course, why?"

"I dunno, you just seem a little quiet." She tried hard not to blush. Being under such close scrutiny always made her cringe.

"Oh, no I'm fine. Just running through today's checklist in my mind. I've got to email Armani's head office again, your suit for the premiere still hasn't arrived." Henry chuckled softly.

"Well, relax. You work hard enough, and I can always find another suit." She shook her head, amused. "What?!"

"It's not quite that straightforward." He harrumphed.

"Well, it ought to be. I mean it though, don't run yourself ragged--"

"Well, I wouldn't be much of a personal assistant if I didn't." She gave a tired smile and he considered her for a moment. Eventually, she had to look away. "So, who are you taking to the premiere besides your family?" Why had she asked such a thing? She felt her face turn crimson, annoyed that her desperation to change the subject had caused her to well and truly put her foot in it. She certainly had every right to know, but it was information usually offered up by the client first.

"Er, I'm not really sure at the moment..." Henry returned to looking out the passenger window and she could have kicked herself. What did it matter who he invited anyway? She knew he dated around and would probably turn up on the arm of some young starlet. For a moment she both loathed and envied them. She'd worked hard all her life for very little in return. When could she expect the happiness she read about in her books or saw in the films she watched? A melancholy thought then entered her head, that being a personal assistant was the closest she'd ever get to someone like Henry. And she supposed that was fair enough. Surely someone as rich and handsome as him deserved someone equally beautiful and successful? She caught her reflection in her wing mirror and stared crossly at it. There was no use in her pining and indulging selfish thoughts. She had a job to do. Today was all about Henry. "Did you manage to get a table at La Cuchina?"

"Yep, in the private section at your usual table." She relaxed somewhat at the thought of having lunch with him, in private he was great company to be around, always joking and telling stories.

"Brilliant, to tell you the truth I'm already famished." She suddenly remembered the bagel and pecan brownie she'd picked up at Starbucks earlier that morning just in case. Henry had a habit of missing breakfast and she hated the thought of him going hungry.

"Reach in the glove box, I picked you up something from Starbucks." His face lit up and he happily munched away as they came closer to the hotel. As was her custom on press days, she then moved on to her usual pep talk. "Now remember to relax and have fun, we've kept the questions light and entertaining so just keep your answers brief and focused."

"Is that your way of telling me I'm long-winded?" She shifted in her chair, not quite willing to meet Henry's mischievous gaze.

"Of course not, but I know you get carried away. Especially on your favourite subjects..."

"And what might those be?"

"Well, you do love your history for starters--"

"Oh, that reminds me, I read that one you recommended about Port Royal in the eighteenth century." She glowed inwardly at the thought of him reading something she'd enjoyed.

"Oh yeah, what did you think?"

"It was fascinating... do you think I could play a pirate?" She choked on the bottle of water she was sipping from. "I take that as a 'no?'"

"Well... you might have to drop the accent." They smiled at each other. "Anyway you'd get completely obsessed in the research and muggins here would be sent off on all manner of errands--"

"And when have I ever made you do those?!"

"Are you kidding?! The guys in the Warhammer store know me by name!"

"Ooh I wonder if James will be interviewing me again?"

"Yes, he is, but remember to stay on track--"

"You call me obsessed, that guy knows everything there is to know. I wonder if he got the custom model I sent him a couple of weeks back?"

"He did, he sent a card to the office, didn't I tell you?"

"No... though you have seemed a little distracted lately." Her brow furrowed, but she didn't get a chance to respond. "How are things going with Simon?" She was afraid Henry would bring him up. Her six-month on-and-off relationship was the last thing she wanted to discuss. The truth was she hadn't heard from Simon for several weeks.

"Fine," she said a bit too quickly.

"... Is he joining you at the premiere? You know you're allowed to bring a guest."

"No, he's... busy." The next couple of minutes were swallowed up by an uneasy silence.

"Oh, that's a shame. It's a big night for you though, what could he possibly have to do that's more important?" She bristled slightly at the question and decided it was best not to respond. "You know, you're a good person. You deserve someone who treats you well." She felt a curious mixture of embarrassment and delight.

"Nah, I'm nothing special. Besides, I'm married to the job..."

"Tell me about it, I have the exact same problem." She couldn't help but scoff.

"Oh come on, someone like you could have anyone. I bet you're spoiled for choice."

"What do you mean?"

"Well it's just, you know, you're... you. Who wouldn't want that?" She regretted the words the minute they came out of her mouth and her face flushed a deep crimson.

"You'd be surprised. People don't really love me they just love whatever image of me they have in their mind."

"And what makes you think you don't match up to that?"

"Well for one, I'm not always in such great shape." Was he joking? With him, it was sometimes hard to tell. "I think people expect me to be a lot more outgoing than I am as well." That part was certainly true, she'd definitely noticed how shy and introverted Henry could be.

"Well, I'm sure you'll meet the right person eventually." To this, he didn't reply and she began to wonder if she'd overstepped.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Why are you still working for me?" She blinked several times, at first wondering if she'd misheard him.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you're an intelligent, hard-working woman, don't you have an economics degree?" She hardly knew how to respond. If she explained the real reason she kept working for him he could very well leap from a moving car.

"I dunno, I like what I do I guess." Another thought then crossed her mind. "Why? Are you unhappy with my services?"

"No, of course not! You're the best. I'd be totally lost without you. I just... hope I'm not holding you back." Did he mean to keep sending mixed signals? One minute he was singing her praises and the next he was questioning why she was even in his employ.

"To be honest... I have thought about moving on." Henry snapped round to face her.

"What? Why?!"

"Cos you're right, it's not very ambitious of me to keep spinning my wheels."

"But... but I need you." She felt her heart begin to thump.

"Oh stop, you could train a chimp to do what I do."

"... Pull over."

"What? Why? Henry, we're going to be late." But his hand pointed towards a free parking space free on the left-hand side of the road. Reluctantly, she reversed into it and came to a stop. They then sat there quietly for several moments. "Henry, we really need to get going."

"... Do you hate me?"

"What? Look, we really don't have time for this, you can't miss your first interview--"

"Sod the bloody interview!" Henry's outrage almost made her jump. "Answer the question." She sighed and took the key out of the ignition, figuring they were going to be there for a while.

"No of course I don't hate you, you're one of the nicest people I've ever known." He worked his jaw, clearly choosing his next words carefully.

"... So will you go with me?"

"With you? Where to?"

"The premiere." She stared at Henry, utterly confused.

"I already said I was! Now let's get going, otherwise, we're going to get stuck in traffic." But he put his hand over hers, causing it to jerk away from the steering wheel.

"No, I mean... will you go with me? As my guest?" The look in her eyes was blank at first and then almost tearful. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks and a horrible pit open in her stomach. She snapped off her seatbelt and bolted from the car. "Wait, where are you going?!" For nearly five minutes, Henry chased after her, eventually catching her by the wrist when she turned to head down a quiet side street. "W-where do you think you're going?!" He leaned over for a moment out of breath and she was surprised to realise she'd outrun him.

"I'm sorry... I just needed some air."

"What? Why? Did I upset you?" She bit her quivering lip.

"You know it's not very nice to tease me. I know I'm just a plain Jane from the office but it really hurt my feelings. Please don't do anything like that again." Henry just gawped at her, dumbfounded.

"You think I was joking?" But this time she felt indignation rise up through her stomach.

"Well, aren't you?!"

"Of course not!" She tried to read his expression but then backed away and scoffed.

"Don't be ridiculous - what could you possibly see in me?!" The look on Henry's face was pitiful.

"... I see the sweet, gentle-natured woman who's put up with me for half a decade and gone above and beyond not only to help me but to be my friend when I've needed one most. There are so few people I can trust but with you, I can always be myself. I can't promise it'll be easy, but if you'll have me, I really hope you can be more than just a friend..." She hardly knew what to think, say, or do. These sorts of things just didn't happen, and she had a horrible feeling the trapdoor was going to open any minute.

"But... but why me?" It was his turn to look confused.

"Well, why not you? You're everything I've ever wanted. But, if you still have feelings for someone else--" she didn't let Henry finish. Instead, she threw herself into his arms and they spent the next few minutes kissing amidst the throng of passersby.

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666writingcafe · 2 months

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you're one of our top favorite obey me writers so we'd thought we'd just slide this in here-

I've recently been fixating on a loud hispanic / latinx MC, we're puerto rican, dominican, AND cuban, so we're just super loud and over the top. i personally would love to see how the brothers and dateables would react to that. idk if you're taking requests but that'd be super cool, and the mc doesn't have to speak spanish! But we picked up an accent from our families and we'd thought that would be sooo silly if mc had one too!

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(p.s: you don't have to do this if you don't want to, we just would love to see it :D)

First of all, I appreciate the compliment. I'm grateful that you guys like my writing.

I'm going to start with the brothers and see what you all think before doing the dateables (and Luke). Hopefully, what is presented below is close to what you guys were envisioning.

Obey Me x A Loud Hispanic MC With An Accent (Part One)

Lucifer initially isn't the biggest fan of MC because the last thing he wanted was a human version of Mammon. However, as he gets to know MC, he finds their behavior rather charming. At the very least, he knows that they can keep up with his brother's energy. As for MC's accent, he finds them easier to understand when they're relatively calm, for the more excited they get, the thicker the accent becomes. This has caused MC to become irritated at him on multiple occasions, because they don't want to have to repeat themselves a bunch of times.

Mammon and MC are basically besties. He's one of the only people that can understand MC no matter what, and he makes sure to rub that in everyone's face. Like, of course the Great Mammon can keep up with MC; he was their first, after all. The two of them have been caught having entire conversations with just looks and hand gestures, and that's because they're so expressive that they don't always need words to get their point across.

Levi doesn't really know what to think of MC. On the one hand, he can't stand it when they're with Mammon, because once one gets loud, the other matches their volume, making it pretty much impossible for him to focus on anything. On the other hand, he emphasizes with them, because he tends to be loud and over-the-top too, especially when it comes to his interests. However, his energetic peaks and valleys always seem to be the exact opposite of MC's, so it's a bit difficult for them to spend much time together without getting on each others' nerves.

Satan for the most part keeps his distance from MC. It's not that he doesn't like them; rather, it's that their energy overwhelms him, and he has to maintain a certain level of calmness in order to keep his sin under control. On the rare occasions that MC speaks in an "inside" voice, Satan can listen to them talk for hours. He loves their accent. If he could catch them during a calm moment, he would like to ask him to record themselves reading some of his favorite books aloud.

Asmo and MC spend a lot of time together, because these two love to gossip. They bounce off each other quite well, actually; they give the types of reactions the other is looking for. However, there have been times where Asmo struggles a bit to understand exactly what MC's saying. He gets the general gist in these moments, but sometimes they talk so quickly and loudly that the words sort of mush together in his ears and turn into slight gibberish. And he hates it, especially when Mammon starts bragging about his relationship with MC.

Beel is used to his brothers being loud and over the top, and he's learned to treat the whole thing as white noise. So, having one more voice added in the mix really doesn't make that much of a difference to him. However, this ability to block out noise has gotten him in a bit of trouble with MC, because he doesn't do the best job at listening to them. He does try to pay attention, but when MC's in one of their more exuberant moods and starts talking a mile a minute, the old habit kicks in as he starts thinking about things completely unrelated to whatever conversation they're trying to have with him.

One might expect Belphie to despise MC due to their noisiness, but that's not really the case. Sure, there have been times where MC has prevented him from going to sleep, and that irritates him. However, that doesn't stop him from being drawn to them. He's fascinated by how MC can remain so energetic during most of their waking hours. He's also the only other brother that can understand everything that MC says. He may not appear to be paying attention, but when asked to repeat what MC said, he does so perfectly. He's even gotten on other people's case about making MC repeat themselves, because he feels like they're not that hard to understand.

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me brothers #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor

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evilwickedme · 1 year

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So if Superman is Moses and Captain America is David, do you think that Spider-Man is Job?

He's always miserable, with suffering piled upon suffering and loss piled upon loss. But he always has faith in the goodness of humanity and the righteousness of his duty. He maintains his faith throughout all of his trials, and that's what makes him a hero.

(I was thinking about how Judaism and Xianity see G-d differently, and more specifically how they see faith and obedience to G-d differently. In Judaism faith isn't about obedience, and G-d is often an allegory for the world just as the world is often an allegory for G-d — at least that's how I interpreted the fact that 90% of our prayers are thanking G-d for creating a specific aspect of material reality. So if the story of Job is, from a Jewish perspective, isn't about unwavering obedience to a single entity but instead about having unwavering faith in the goodness of the world, then it fits Peter Parker almost to a T, right?)

Wow ok I am SO pissed off that I wrote the answer to this for a full hour and now it's just fucking gone because Tumblr decided not to publish it when I hit post. What the very fuck. So I'm going to try to shorten what I wrote a little and hopefully it'll still make sense. But this is a great ask, for real.

Anyway. I feel like something that's been lost in my most popular posts is that my central thesis when it comes to the Jewish nature of superheroes is not that there's a 1:1 between every hero and a historical, mythological, or Tanakhi figure. The central thesis is, instead, that the very concept of heroism as presented in comics is tied to the Jews who created the genre; it's just very easy to demonstrate these kinds of concepts with direct allegories that have such clear parallels. I actually have a third secret parallel that'll probably never see the light of day, between Magneto and Aher (and like, does anybody even know who Aher is? he's not exactly a well known figure).

One of the reasons I haven't posted this comparison is that it is largely thematic, and therefore requires considerably more explanation, especially for goyim or those who aren't familiar with Aher's story (אלישע בן אבויה fyi if that means anything to y'all). But that's sort of my point - it's much easier to point that Superman is literally Moses and Cap and David serve very similar purposes as characters than to talk about the fact that superheroism is based in Jewish values and traditions: the very idea that heroes are meant to make the world better through action as opposed to sacrifice, the value assigned to every single life (he who saves one life etc), characters becoming better people over time rather than going through dedicated redemption arcs, etc (I can't remember what I wrote here and it's driving me nuts thank you very much for asking).

I gave a lot of context here to the difference between Golden Age and Silver Age writing here but honestly again that took forever and I don't feel like typing it all up, so I'll just point out the basic facts which are that the people creating the comic book industry in the late 30s and early 40s were desperate Jews trying to save their people across the ocean, and also were only about ten or twenty years removed from having lived in the Old Country themselves. Their life and culture was intensely Jewish, they'd grown up in specific Jewish tales. By the time we get to Spider-Man, the situation is entirely different. It's been 25 years of comics (Superman debuted in '38, Spider-Man in '63), and the Jewish foundations of comic books and heroism are already baked in to the genre. Yes, the industry is still overwhelmingly Jewish, but now the separation from a purely Jewish upbringing and Jewish separatism in the Old Country is forty years old. The attempt now is to specifically make stories that haven't already been told - for Spider-Man, the main concept was that there had never been a teen hero before who stood on his own - one that wasn't part of team like the fantastic four, or, more typically, a sidekick.

All these differences actually mean that the coding of these characters is very different. Superman being Moses was intentional; Cap was created as anti-Nazi propaganda. Spider-Man was and is Jewish because he is such a pure example of what Jewish heroism is. He's flawed, he's angry, but he can't help himself from trying to save... Well, everyone. It is, however, important to note that he debuted a long while before Magneto was confirmed Jewish (I don't actually know if he was the first, bc I'm having trouble finding that kind of info easily on the internet, but he's certainly one of the most notable Marvel Jews ever, and he was confirmed as a Holocaust survivor relatively early); it was a whole before Marvel realized you could make somewhat prominent characters Jewish, let alone heroes, and by then Spider-Man was one of their best selling characters, and they're still afraid to this day to alienate readers by confirming him as such.

But moving onto Job - I think I have a very different read of the Book of Job from you, but that's not surprising to me; the Book of Job is incredibly opaque, and I doubt that any two people will interpret it exactly the same. Also, I was raised Orthodox, and I often have very different perspectives on various Jewish things than the typical American Jew. Here's how I view it, though.

Firstly, Job absolutely does not maintain his faith throughout the entire story. Yes, initially he's presented as the most pure person ever, one who has never even been tempted to do a chet (חטא, closest translation is sin; another word would be aveira, which would best be translated as a transgression). And, indeed, it is not his deeds that lead to him losing everything; it is instead Satan who argues to test his faith by taking everything he holds dear away from his - his money, his cattle, his children, his health, his wife.

It's noteworthy, for any goyiche reader, that Satan in Judaism is not the Christian Devil who rules hell. He's an adversary, for sure, but he's more like an opposing counsel; his role is to argue for every human's guilt, especially when someone has committed a terrible aveirah. Forgive me for saying this, but he's essentially a devil's advocate. He can be viewed as the manifestation of yetzer hara on a wider scale (yetzer hara and yetzer hatov are the two natural impulses we all have in ourselves, the first to be selfish or to commit bad deeds and the other to commit good deeds and help others; this is a neutral fact rather than a condemnation of any person, and also I'm massively oversimplifying things here). Also, he's a tattle-tale.

Anyway, back to Job. Yes, at first he does maintain his faith, through the loss of his property, his children, even his health; his wife, before she dies, begs him to curse God, and yet he doesn't. But when she does die, he spends a chapter lamenting the day he was born, regretting that he wasn't stillborn. At first this doesn't look like a direct accusation at God, but it absolutely is, as God is in charge of life and death, but also evidence by the following:

So Job does lose his faith, because as far as he can tell, he has never done anything wrong in his life ever, and yet he has been cursed to grieve everything he has ever had, and he won't even die.

Most of the book is dedicated to dialogue between himself and three of his friends, who come to the common conclusion that he must have done something wrong to deserve this treatment. But Job remains adamant: I did not deserve this.

The general lesson that many people take from this book is that God works in mysterious ways, blah blah. But like... We know, in fact, exactly why this story happened. We saw it! We saw Satan advocate to try Job! So what's the point of the book?

The point is the Job keeps asking "why". The point is that Job hears that God won't forgive his friends, despite the fact they blame him for his misfortune, and he still chooses to pray for them. The point is that he refuses to take what has happened to him quietly. Not accepting that what happened to him was just, but not accepting others' injustice either.

Ugh. I phrased all of this way better in the first draft. I really truly hate this.

Anyway my point is that Job, despite being far richer than the average Jew by the standards of his time, actually is meant to represent a very common situation: what do you when bad things happen. Do you blame yourself, or do you blame God? Do you let other people beat you when you're down, or do you stand up for yourself?

And the thing is those themes are universal, but they're not really related to Peter Parker in particular. In the shallowest sense, the kind I used to compare Cap and David or Superman and Moses, they do not have similar stories or backgrounds. Job has everything, and he loses it all, and he mourns all of it, including the property and money; Peter Parker is working class, has never had enough money, but we see again and again that he views it as a tool rather than a goal in and of itself. Spider-Man's origin is about learning to battle your yetzer hara, your darkest impulses, and we see Peter again and again trying to do his best even though he's often being pulled by his instincts to use his power for selfish purposes. Job does not ever have to learn any such lesson; he never did anything wrong.

The one thing in common between the two stories is that they both believe that every life has value - well, if Peter is being written by a competent authors at least - with Job praying to save the men who are literally called the "resha'im", the evil ones, and with Peter being the little man's hero. But that can be said about most heroes, especially the notable ones. Hell, there's an entire double page spread dedicated to the concept in Batwoman: Elegy. This is more of another indication of Jewish values making their way into the foundations of superhero comics than it is a similarity between Job and Peter.

Also, I feel like I need to be clear. Our prayers thanking God for creating something? Traditionally are simply thanking God for creating something. I'm not saying you can't interpret it as a metaphor for the world if that's what works for you, if that's how you see God, but God was very literal to most Jews for thousands of years, and I could talk for ages and ages about the schools of thought regarding God and the world and Maimonides and shit.

Speaking of which, we need to discuss the fact that Job is literally just some guy. Like he's not a prophet, he's not a leader or a judge, he's just some rich dude who lost everything, mourned it, and then got it all back. I've talked about this before, but one of the foundational ideas of my thesis is that the similarity between prophets having powers (such as Samson but also really any judge being considered a higher authority despite not even communing directly with God) and superheroes invokes Maimonides' claim that the first degree of prophecy is the need to act for the better good, being unable to ignore the ills of the world and doing your best to fix them - that people who incapable of ignoring that urge (and Peter, despite his occasional selfishness, often prioritizes Spider-Man in his life specifically because of that urge) are possessed by the spirit of God. Literal prophecy, communing with God, cannot exist without this base level. So, in effect, Peter is significantly holier than Job.

Anyway. Again, I've definitely missed some points because of Tumblr's fuck up and I intentionally skipped most of the history lesson that gave a lot of context which I didn't feel like typing up again, but this is most of it. Sorry if this wasn't what you hoped for, but this was a really interesting thing to talk about anyway, and I'm very grateful you gave me the opportunity to think it over.

#spiderman #jew tag #jewish superheroes #jumblr #judaism #marvel comics #marvel #peter parker #gail speaks #ask #anonymous

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peaceteaa11 · 2 years

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Temper, Temper

Oneshot - Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Rating: clean. Some smooch smooch but nothing crazy.

Warnings: There do be some smooches… and not just on the lips. But not like super spicy. I wouldn't even call this spice tbh. Just like... regular relationship shit? It's safe for work.

Summary: Y/N gets jealous when they see Eddie Munson, their boyfriend, talking with Chrissy Cunningham. It also doesn't help that Y/N knows Eddie used to have a crush on Chrissy. And it DEFINITELY doesn't help that Chrissy is being especially touchy with Eddie.

A/N: okay this took me a moment to finish tbh. I started and then my job took over my life and I got to start packing for college again. Which… ya boi hasn’t done shit yet soooooo. Oopsie poopsie. But here is another Eddie Munson one shot! I truly love this man. His eyes… bro. Anyways. Hope you enjoy it. Another part of Love Luna should be out and My Rockstar finale should come soon after that! And tomorrow is my last day of work so hopefully that will free up some of my time until college officially hits! Only proofread once.

Word Count: 3.1k

Alexa, play jealousy, jealousy ^.^

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You carefully trudge through the dry leaves of the woods looking for your boyfriend, Eddie Munson. He should be in his selling spot making some deals and you have been waiting all day to see him. Lots of things floating around your mind that you are aching to share with him. Your stomach flutters at the thought of his smile. Today has been the worst and you could really use one of his hugs where he pulls you in and squeezes you as if he is afraid you may disappear. As you see the clearing where the picnic table is you see Eddie, but you also see Chrissy Cunningham. Your heart starts to pound out of your chest.

“How could I forget?!” Chrissy giggles and Eddie chuckles crossing his arms over his chest. He shrugs and walks towards the picnic tabling not noticing you at the woods’ edge. Your heart sinking further and further down your body. Heavy in your chest.

“I don’t know, Chrissy, you’re a freak.” He smirks softly and your stomach twists in painful knots. You have always been self-conscious about Chrissy Cunningham, Eddie’s first crush. When you two were just friends he never stopped gushing over her.

'Oh, Chrissy is so pretty.' 'Chrissy, smiled at me.' 'Do you think if I was more handsome she would like me?' 'I know you like me but I want someone to like me like... actually like me. Love me.' 'Chrissy has really pretty eyes.'

God just the thought of all his old comments make you feel queasy. Once you two got together it all stopped, Eddie was caught off guard by your feelings but returned them twice as strong. It was like you were the only one he could see but you have never seen the two of them interact. And this scene is not giving you much confidence in yourself or your relationship. You trust your boyfriend, but the little green monster starts to rear its ugly head by twisting your intestines.

“You know, you’re not what I thought you’d be.” Chrissy smiles up at Eddie with stars in her eyes. You can't blame her really, that's how you look at Eddie. But then again maybe you could blame her because that is how you look at Eddie and no one else should be looking at him like you look at him... right? He smiles back at her. Soul-crushing smile.

“What? Mean and scary?” He laughs lightly as he gets ready to take a seat at the picnic table across from Chrissy.

“Yeah…” Chrissy sighs sweetly leaning forward onto her elbows.

“Well, I kinda thought that you’d be kinda mean and scary too.” He grins widely at her.

“Me?” She smiles brightly and you can’t help but feel relaxed by the kindness in her smile. It's hard to hate someone as nice as Chrissy Cunningham, but she makes it easier when she leans across the table closer to a now seated Eddie.

“Terrifying.” He chuckles. They both fall silent and Eddie props his head up on his hand. Chrissy blushes a bit and smiles at Eddie before gently placing her hand on his bat tattoo on his arm. Your skin crawls and your blood heats beneath the surface.

“These are really cool.” She smiles softly tracing the bats on Eddie’s arm.

“Oh… thank you.” He sighs. You watch as he stares at Chrissy intensely while she stares down at his tattoos. You are unsure of what to do. You stand by a big oak tree feeling as if you’re watching your heart get broken before your very eyes.

He’s gonna fall back in love with her. Maybe he never fell out of love. Maybe you're just a distraction from what he really wants. Your mind runs wild with thoughts but the worst and most present one is how angry you are that Chrissy is gently stroking your boyfriend’s arm.

You get ready to storm off back toward the school but when you turn you bump into someone else. Dylan Railes who happens to be one of Eddie’s most frequent buyers.

“Oh shit sorry, babe.” Dylan chuckles grabbing you by the shoulders to stabilize you. Saving you from tumbling back. Your heart sinks at how loud Dylan's voice is. It booms through the woods and there is no doubt that it could be heard a few feet away in the clearing. “You okay?” Dylan questions, his eyes red, obviously high out of his mind. You sigh you hear shuffling from the clearing behind you. Well, fuck you right? Of course, this would happen while you are trying to escape unnoticed.

“My love?” Eddie’s voice is soft and sweet, your stomach twists at the sound. “Were you leaving?” You can hear the confusion in his voice. You turn to face him and see him standing only a few feet away with Chrissy still sitting at the table. You glance between the two of them and Eddie follows your gaze. He looks at Chrissy and back to you with wide, almost guilty eyes.

“She ran right into me, Munson. Someone was obviously in a hurry.” Dylan chuckles oblivious to the tension between Eddie and you. Seriously, was the universe trying to trap you here? All you want to do is run away and let the anger and jealousy and fear subside.

“I am just… I forgot something at school. I’ll catch ya later.” You go to move around Dylan when two hands catch your waist. They turn you around and you are face to face with your boyfriend. He got to you so fast it was seemingly impossible. He looks down at you and frowns.

“I don’t even get a kiss?” He smirks down at you obviously trying to reassure you but your mind is clouded with jealousy. Your eyes glance to Chrissy and back to him. He does the same and shakes his head. “Sweetheart…” he starts and tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear. His eyes are filled with a pang of soft guilt but you can't feel sorry for him. The pain and confusion in your chest are too much to overlook.

“Don’t. Eddie. I forgot something and I have to go. I’ll see you around.” You sigh and try to pull from his grip but he doesn’t let you.

“Y/n. Stop it. I think I know what’s happening in that beautiful mind of yours and I’m not a fan. This is not what it looks like. I know what you are thinking. I know you. This... she is not... My love, please.” He huffs pulling you flush against him. “Talk to me.”

“Go talk to Chrissy.” You whisper and pull from his grip. You whip around and start to storm toward the school again. Your heart shakes in your chest as he shouts after you. Your mind flurrying with thoughts that you wish you could quiet. You love Eddie with all your heart but does he feel the same? It’s hard to believe that he would choose you over Chrissy Cunningham, she’s literally perfect. And you? You can’t stop all the self-deprecating thoughts from swirling around in your mind.

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"He was practically drooling over her. It's like we're in sophomore year again." You sigh to Nancy as Jonathan whips around a corner. Lucky for you, you were able to avoid Eddie the rest of the day, but usually, he was your ride home so... you had to find other options. You would have gone with Robin and Steve since you are closer but they had work and you didn't feel like being trapped at Family Video all afternoon in your state of mind.

"Maybe..." Nancy pauses to give Jonathan directions to your house. "No, remember it's left here. After all these years of picking the kids up from Max's, you would think you would learn where the trailer park is Jonathan." Nancy giggles as she places a loving hand on Jonathan's shoulder. Your heart warms at the sight of the couple in front of you. The soft heat in your chest only makes you feel worse about the whole situation. You look down at the floor in the back of the car and try to stabilize your breathing. "Anyways," Nancy's voice catches your attention and you look up once again. "Maybe Eddie was just being nice to Chrissy. I mean... do you see the way he looks at you? Practically combusts every time he sees you." Nancy smiles sweetly but you shake your head.

"You don't get it, Nance. He was obsessed with Chrissy. I listened to all his reasons that she was the most perfect girl and how much he wanted her. I thought I would get over it once he expressed how he felt about me, but... the look in his eyes today... hasn't changed much from back then. He still loves her." You sniffle a bit trying to bite back tears and Nancy frowns.

"I think you're underestimating how much Eddie loves you." Nancy's grin is filled with a weak sympathy that makes you feel beyond pathetic.

"Right." You roll your eyes, trying to end the conversation as you stare out the back window.

"Y/n..."

"Ha! Found it! All on my own." Jonathan interrupts proudly as he pulls into the trailer park. As you all roll in your eyes find Eddie's trailer, his van sitting outside where it always is. You feel your stomach drop when the doors swing open and Chrissy follows Eddie into the trailer.

"Oh. I..." Nancy's voice cracks a bit showing she just witnessed the same thing you did.

"Thanks for the ride. Gotta go." You whisper through your wavering voice.

"Wait. Y/n maybe he is-"

"Just drop it." You snap as you open the door to Jonathan's slow-moving car.

"Wait! Let me put it in park-"

You hop out stumbling a bit and rush over to your trailer which sits a few feet away from Eddie's. You storm in letting the front door slam behind you causing your dad to shout from his seat on the couch. You ignore him, storming into your room at the back of the trailer. You flop onto your bed and sigh into the pillows. You wrap your arms around your pillows and squeeze them tightly to your chest.

Rolling over onto your back your eyes find your ceiling. You clutch your pillow tightly as you replay Eddie holding open his trailer door for Chrissy Cunningham. Your heart and mind fight between two very powerful emotions, anger and sorrow. Staring up at the ceiling you let the tears stream down your face silently, trying not to alert your father to your upset state. A few hiccups slip past your lips as the room fades to a fuzzy mess behind salty tears.

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When you wake up the sun has set and your room is covered in shadows. You sit up, eyes sore from the tears, and crust covering your lashes. You rub your eyes and release the pillow that you never stopped clutching. Carefully, you tiptoe out into the hall to see your dad has already left for his night shift. Your heart sinks having no one to comfort you in such a heartbreaking time. You flip on the kitchen light and look out the window over the sink. The lights in Eddie's trailer glow dimly in a yellow haze.

You feel more tears well in your eyes when there is a soft knock on your trailer door. You whip around to face the living room and front door. Slowly, you walk over and unlock the door. Once open you see Eddie standing outside in his pajama pants and an old band shirt. You shake your head and quickly try to close the door but Eddie catches it with the palm of his hand and pushes into your trailer.

"Sweetheart. Please just tell me-"

"Stop calling me that!" You shout which causes Eddie's eyes to widen. He crosses his arms over his chest and raises his brows at you. You close the trailer door and make your way back into the kitchen.

"Why are you mad at me? You've never yelled at me. What is wrong?" Eddie huffs and follows you back into the kitchen, frustration obviously finding its home in him. You stare out the window trying to keep your eyes averted from Eddie. Suddenly, you feel his hand on your waist. he turns you around and pins you to the counter, encasing you in his arms. "Look at me, please. My love. Just tell me why you're upset."

"Just leave me alone. I don't want to talk to you or see your stupid face." You growl and he can't help but stare down at you in amusement.

"Oh wow... you're really mad aren't you, darling."

"Eddie stop it. Get out! Just go be with Chrissy! Like we both know you want to!" You scream up at him but he doesn't move or seem phased at all. He simply stares down at you with a knowing smile.

"I knew that's what this was about." He sighs, shaking his head a bit to remove the hair from his face. He meets your eyes and his brows knit together. He is about to speak up again when you cut in. Infuriated and confused by his calmness.

"Shut up! You don't know anything! Get out! Get out of here! You- You- You- arghhhhhh!" you shout and lean your head back.

"Ooooo temper, temper." Eddie chuckles causing you to snap your attention back to him. You glare up at him, confused as to how he can find this so funny. "You're hot when you're angry with me." He smiles sweetly.

"Stop laughing," you bite harshly which only causes him to laugh harder. "Eddie!" You whine more than shout this time.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," He mumbles through his laughter. "I just, I never thought you would get so jealous, my love."

"Jealous?!" You scoff slightly. Eddie smirks down at you.

"Honey. Chrissy was only with me to buy weed." He smirks.

"Oh yes, tracing your tattoos like a lovesick puppy sure seemed like buying weed." You watch as Eddie's face falls into a serious frown.

"Okay, okay. That was all her. If anything it made me a bit uncomfortable." he sighs honestly, but you still hold onto the anger inside. You stay silent, glaring up at him. "Honestly, when I was looking at her and she was touching me," you shift at his choice of words and he frowns at how uncomfortable you become, "baby." He coos, he only calls you that when he is trying to comfort you. "When she was... tracing my tattoos, all I could think about his how strange it felt. I didn't like it. I stared at her wishing that she was you. All I could think about was how different your fingers felt, how good your skin feels against mine. I mean, that's my favorite drug." He chuckles and you can't help but let a small smile slip. "Listen. I know how you must feel. I mean, I would be angry too if I saw you with an old crush but really. There is nothing to worry about." He smiles but still, you can't get one thing off your mind.

"If you like me so much better than her, then why was she at your trailer." You watch as Eddie's cheeks go pink and you feel your stomach twist.

"God. I know how that looks and honestly, I'm ashamed that I did it but she wanted some hardcore stuff that I only keep in my room. I- I don't know why I let her in but it seemed weird to just leave her standing outside. Plus I thought you would be there until I heard you got a ride from Byers, which... honestly made me a little... jealous so at the time I didn't really care how you would-"

"Why would you be jealous of Jonathan? He's dating Nancy." You huff confused.

"Why would you be jealous of Chrissy? She's dating Jason." He retorts. Both of you stand silently for a moment before Eddie leans down and hides his face in your neck. "Please forgive me. I was stupid today. I didn't think about how it would look or how it would make you feel. I'm sorry. I love you so much. I never wanna make you feel like that ever again. Please." He whispers into your skin and it sends shivers down your spine.

“Eddie. I…” your voice trails off as Eddie lays a soft kiss on your neck. He smirks against your neck and squeezes his arms around your waist tighter.

“What can I do to show you how truly sorry I am?” He lays another soft kiss at the base of your neck and drags his lips along your shoulder. “How can I prove to you that you’re the only one on my mind? The only one I want.” He drags his lips along your shoulder again back up your neck and smiles into your skin. He leaves a long wet kiss on your neck, lightly sucking at your goosebump riddled skin.

“Eddie. This-This is not going to work I’m still mahaaad-“ your words slur as Eddie bites down on your neck roughly. Lapping his tongue over the bite marks he’s left, he grins. You quickly grab at his hair and he chuckles as he pulls away to look at you. Your pupils blown beyond belief.

“Your temper tantrums are only gonna make me wanna prove myself to you more so.” He chuckles and grips your hips tighter. He pulls away suddenly and looks down at you. His hand quickly cups your chin and he meets your eyes. A goofy grin settles on his lips and it is hard to ignore the warm knot in your stomach. “You’re my Heaven and Earth, malady. I would never do anything to lose you. You have to know that.” His smile turns serious as he searches your eyes for an answer.

Staring up into his big brown doe eyes makes it hard to find anymore anger inside yourself. You honestly began to feel awful for thinking Eddie would ever do anything to hurt you. “I’m sorry.” You mumble and his face twists up in confusion.

“For what? My love? You have nothing to feel sorry for?” His voice is laced in confusion and he leans down resting his forehead on yours. His bangs tickling you. His hand falling back to your hip. His thumbs begin small circles of comfort.

“For getting angry. I don’t know why I yelled at you like that… we never yell at each other.” You can feel tears swelling in your eyes. A lump forming in your throat. Another session of sobs and tears threatening to break through.

“Hey, hey. Don’t be sorry. Don’t cry.” He smiles down at you nudging his nose against you in hopes of making you smile as well. You don’t, still dwelling in embarrassment and shame. “You… you were scared… right?” He questions softly. You nod, moving both of your heads. He chuckles at your response and places a soft chaste kiss on your nose. “Okay. We all yell when we’re scared. I know I do.” He smiles as you crack a small grin. “Come on. Love, you were scared. I would… I would feel the same way if I thought there was even the slightest chance that I could lose you.” He hums, closing his eyes, his lashes kissing your skin.

“You would?” A small sniffle escapes you and his eyes shoot open once again. Eddie smiles down at you and pulls your body flush against his.

“Most definitely. Heaven and Earth remember?" He flashes a cheeky smirk before laying more kisses on your jaw. His lips trailing back to your neck again. Your hands shoot into his brown locks. Gripping tightly, holding him against you. Wanting to feel every part of him just to reaffirm that he is here and he is yours.

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Okay here it is, just a classic and shameless jealousy fic with some nice comfort at the end. Is it cheesy and overused? Yes. But. This is fanfic and I will write what makes me happy so... jealous Eddie fic it is. Anyways hope you enjoyed this little blurb.

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Stars Collided || Eight

Lovisa had woken, what felt like only a few hours later, to Anakin thrashing around, in his sleep, his body was sweating, and tears fell from his eyes, as he called out to someone, his Mother.

"Mom! No, Mom, no!"

"Ani? Ani, wake up!" Lovisa gently shook him, as she lightly tapped his cheek. "Anakin, it's just a dream, wake up."

He sat up, abruptly, trying to catch his breath, as he looked around, in confusion.

"Anakin?" She asked, after leaning back, when he sprung up. "Are you okay? What happened?"

"My mom, she's in danger." He said, as he threw the duvet off of him.

"Ani, slow down, it was just a bad dream, talk to me." She tried stopping him, as he got out of the bed.

"No, I- I'm sorry princess, I have to go, she needs me, and I need to help her, I'm sorry."

"Where are you going?" She got out of the bed, after him, throwing her robe back on, as he rushed to get his own clothes back on.

"Back to Tatooine, I have to make sure she's safe."

"I'll go with you." Lovisa suggested.

"No, you can't, you need to stay here, where it's safe."

"No, I need to stay with you, you'll keep me safe, but I won't let you go alone."

"Vis, please."

"I'm coming with you, Ani." She said, leaving no room for argument.

He thought about it, before letting out a heavy sigh.

"Fine." He grumbled. "Meet me downstairs."

Anakin left, and Lovisa scrambled to get ready, slightly afraid that he might leave without her, but she knew she had to go with him, he was leaving his post to go find his mother, after a bad dream, nothing rational can come out from that.

She picked out a simple but pretty darkish blue dress, to wear, paired with an dark cloak with floral embroidery, and her most comfortable heels.

Lovisa then found a satchel, throwing in some more light dresses, as well as her hairbrush, a small pouch full of coins, and a book, she wasn't sure what else she would need, but if need be, hopefully there would be somewhere she could get it, if she somehow forgot. It was the middle of the night, and she had no idea how far, far away actually was, and she knew Tatooine was far, no one could really blame her packing skills at a moment like this, normally she had others do it for her.

As quietly as possible, when she was finally ready, she raced down to the entrance hall of the castle, where Anakin was whisper arguing with Ahsoka.

"What's going on?" She whispered to them.

"I knew you were going!" Ahsoka whisper shouted, pointing an accusing finger at her.

"Ahsoka's trying to come with us." Anakin folded his arms across his chest, looking visibly frustrated.

"How did you know we were going somewhere?" Lovisa asked.

"Uh, I could hear him scuttling about, and I could sense it, I knew something was suspicious." She answered.

"Well, you can't come." Lovisa told her, with some authority in her tone.

"Yeah, stay here." Anakin added.

"It's my job to be there for the princess's every need." Ahsoka's face was blank, not bothered by their words. "'Sides, good luck getting very far, I'll snitch as soon as you leave those doors, and I'm not ashamed to, either."

Anakin let out a sharp huff of anger, as he looked away.

"Fine, you can come, but... be cool about it, okay, we're going to Anakin's home, Tatooine." Lovisa told her.

"Cool, we should get a move on, then." She turned, her own satchel swaying with her movement, as she walked out the large doors.

The boy pressed his finger to his temple, calming his nerves, how'd he get stuck babysitting, once again?

Lovisa followed after her, and he strolled behind last, admitting defeat.

The three had snuck onto the lone boat, and Anakin was the one to steer it back to the other dock, where they were set loose in the streets of Naboo.

"Where are we going to find transport?" Ahsoka asked.

"I hadn't got this far." Anakin shrugged, trying to think, this would have been so much easier back in Coruscant, where transport was located everywhere, for any time of need.

"Don't worry, I know a guy." Lovisa shared, leading the two deeper into the village.

"You know a guy?" Anakin repeated, not sounding too thrilled.

"Yeah, not far from here, come on."

She had led them to a rough looking Cantina, where it looked like a brawl was the peak of their entertainment, what gave it away was the small pile of broken stools, among other things, in the alleyway, where a back door was.

Lovisa pounded on it, a couple of times, before a balding man with a long scar down his face, and a crooked nose, poked his head out.

"What?!" He demanded.

Lovisa pulled the hood of her cloak off, so that he could see that it was her.

"Visa!" He cheered, as he cupped her face, kissing her cheeks. "I was beginning to worry when I haven't seen you in so long. What can I do ya for, hun?"

"Hi, Gido." She smiled kindly. "Uh, we're actually in a sticky situation, and we need a horse, or two..."

"What's this for, huh? You ran away, again?" He asked, with a raise of his brow.

"Uh... not officially, but we are on a clock, these are my friends, and it would be really kind, if you could help us out."

"Hello" Ashoka waved.

"How'd you do?" Anakin greeted, meekly, looking behind the man, at the crowded Cantina.

"Gimmie one sec, alright, I'll get it sorted, for my favourite girl." Gido winked, before heading back inside.

"See, I know a guy." She shrugged her shoulder, looking back at the two.

"Yeah, how, though, is what I wanna know." Anakin told her, suspiciously.

"I come here, sometimes, and I tip well."

"This place?" Ahsoka grimaced.

"Yeah, Colo showed it to me, once, it's nice, you gotta experience it to get it."

"Oh, right, Colo." Anakin rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, is that a problem?" Lovisa asked him.

"Don't tell me your jealous." Ahsoka chuckled.

"I didn't say that." He dismissed.

The door reopened, and they were met with Gido's face, again.

"Here ya go, sweetheart, this guy will help ya out, go to him, tell 'im ol' Gido sent ya."

"Thank you so much, Gido, here, let the guys have a round, on me." She placed a small handful of coins in his palm, as she took the paper.

The door then closed, and they heard a very loud chorus of cheers from inside, as they turned around, to walk back out of the alley, Lovisa lifting her hood back over her head, as they did.

"Long live Visa?" Anakin quoted from inside. "Yeah, cause that's not gonna give away the fact that the princess is out from hiding."

"Will you calm down? No one is gonna think that. 'Side's, if you really thought that people important would know I'm back, from the local pub, they'd know I snuck out to go there, every night?"

"She has a point." Ahsoka shrugged.

"Thank you, Snips." Lovisa nodded, as she looked at the piece of parchment Gido gave her.

Lovisa led the other two around the village, hiding in the shadows, as they found their next destination.

Until they heard something coming from an alleyway.

"Do you hear that?" Ahsoka asked, as she looked around, trying to locate it.

"Yeah" Anakin breathed, as he did the same.

"What is it?" Lovisa asked, looking at the two.

"This way." Her friend said, walking down the alleyway, where she and Anakin could hear it from, but she felt this feeling in her chest, telling her to go to it, that it was important, there was life down there.

The princess quickly followed behind the two, as they sped to the place, as it started to trickle down with rain.

She gasped sharply, as what they could hear, was a soggy box, filled with three small puppies.

"Oh, wow!" She kneeled down, not caring for her dress, as she petted the three.

One with the golden coat, was quick to jump at her, licking her face excitedly, as she caught it, hugging the puppy to her chest.

Ahsoka had picked up the other one, he had an darker coat, with spots of red in his fur.

Then there was the last one, which Anakin felt obligated to pick up, not wanting him to be left all by himself. He had white and grey fur, but the most bright blue eyes, similar to the boy's.

"We have to keep them." Lovisa decided, knowing she couldn't give up her new puppy.

"Vis..." Anakin sighed, as he pet behind the ears of his own.

"Anakin, they're strays, they have no home, we need to."

"I don't think I can give this one up, if I tried." Ahsoka shared, as hers chewed on her hair.

"Fine... we can keep them, but can we please remember why we're here in the first place?"

"Right, come along, no more distractions." Lovisa stood up, her puppy in her hands, as he continued to lick her.

There wasn't much further to go, when Ahsoka dug through her satchel, finding some jam sandwich's she had packed, just in case.

"Skyguy, take him." She held her own puppy out, not giving the boy much choice but to take him, as she ripped up the sandwiches, handing a piece to Lovisa, before giving it to her own puppy, taking him back from Anakin and giving him the last piece.

"What did you just call me?" He furrowed his brows, as he lifted the sandwich to his mouth.

"Not for you, idiot, for your dog." She told him, when he went to bite it.

"I knew that." He mumbled, giving it to his dog.

"Looks like we're here." Lovisa shared, as they looked up at the barn, that was attached to a small house.

"Maybe I should go ask." Anakin assessed, his hand automatically going to fall on the hilt of his sword.

"No, Gido told me, so I will." Lovisa finalised, before handing Ahsoka her puppy, and walking forward.

She knocked on the door, and fiddled with her fingers, as she waited.

The door was pulled open suddenly, causing the girl to jump, as a burly man poked his head out.

"What?" He asked.

"Hello, I'm a friend of Gido's and he said that you would be able to help me, and my friends." She gestured to the two behind her, "With transport?"

He assessed her, and the two for a moment.

"Do I know you?" He asked.

Lovisa froze at the question, her cheeks heating up, before quickly shaking her head.

"No, uhm, no I don't think so, I'm just a friend of Gido's in urgent help. I'm willing to pay."

"Hmm" He grumbled, before opening the door wider and stepping out. "Follow."

The three walked behind, as the man headed towards the barn, and opening the doors.

"There's a reason Gido sent you here, if you're in urgent need of getting somewhere, my horses are the best around, fast and reliable."

He clicked his teeth, alerting the two horses in the stables, waking them from their slumber, as he prepared the carriage, it was a bit smaller than the royal ones, and it had no roof.

"Thank you so much, sir, we are extremely grateful." Lovisa smiled kindly.

"Aren't youse lot a lil young to be running around by yourself?" He asked, assessing all three of the teenagers.

"We're orphans, actually." Ahsoka answered. "And we're travelling for work."

"You're all orphans?" The man didn't seem so convinced.

"Yup! We're the only family each others got, our mama and pa.. it's too painful to talk about..." She sighed.

"You're all related?" He raised a brow, looking at Ahsoka, then the other two.

"Their parents were like my own, but these two are the best cousins around." She threw an arm around the pair, who had both gone stiff.

"alright, then..." He then walked off to grab the gear for the horses.

"What was that?" Lovisa hissed.

"Yeah, way to play it cool." Anakin quipped.

"I panicked, and then I couldn't shut up." Ahsoka shrugged, "But neither of you were much help."

"You didn't give us a chance." Anakin rolled his eyes.

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lizard-shifter-noms · 3 months

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Still Subject to Change Chapter 1 (NEW)

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Hello everyone! i decided to repost arc 1 of SSTC

(the chapters were way too long and had a bunch of typos but hopefully this will make reading easier)

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

if there are still any grammatical errors i'm sorry.

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Hiding in an alley between two buildings I could look over the Market pretty well, and considering the clear spring weather it was possible to see all the way up to the Castle.

Fuck that place, I hoped it would burn to the ground and take the Racist King down with it!

Ohh how I hated being a hybrid of a human and one of the Fae beings that were definitely NOT human as was clearly seen in my way too blue eyes, very pointy ears, sharper teeth and the fact that some of my organs were doubled even if I didn’t need them.

Like, who even needed four kidneys? or two hearts? The second one wasn’t even beating

At least the second stomach was useful for holding my coins as for whatever reason it did not work like my normal one, probably also the result of my Bastard Status.

Back to the situation at hand, I needed food as I could not find anyone who would take in a bastard like me or even give me a job as per the King’s orders all Fae and even Woodfolk were to be banished.

I didn’t know how to survive in the woods since I was raised as the Human Donovan Verney and not as some wild magic creature like most Fae were so my only option to survive in this place was to steal.

I was not proud of it but I never took more than I needed and if possible left some of the coins that I had painstakingly collected from the ground as people lost them quite frequently.

Looking around I saw that one of the stands selling Pastries was currently not being tended to and decided to try and get some bread to at least last this week.

Dashing out between the buildings I aimed to just run past and grab whatever I could reach first and just book it out of here.

but as I got close enough to grab a still steaming fresh Bun a Lady stood up from under the table the Pastries laid.

well too late to change course now, she’d be able to excuse one bread i was sure, running by i grabbed the Bun and Darted through the crowd just as the lady began screaming.

“THIEF!!! THIEF!!! SOMEONE GET HIM! ARREST HIM! THERE’S A STEALING FAE HERE I SAW HIS EARS!!!! SOMEONE HELP”

Man, this lady could scream loud! She acted like I had stolen her entire heritage instead of one measly bun, and even worse was that she had noticed my bastard status…

So it wouldn’t be long until the guards showed up.

As a matter of fact i could hear the telltale rattling of armor clanking against itself as the owners ran after me seemingly coming out of nowhere, fuck!

They must have been patrolling nearby, today really wasn’t my lucky day.

Hearing them get closer I decided to Run towards the Silvervale forest as nobody in their right mind would go in there of their own free will seeing as it was infested with various Monsters.

Sprinting between some houses I arrived at a small field that led to the woods and decided to just run straight across it, hoping that as soon as I got to the edge of the woods they would stop following me.

Nobody in their right mind would follow me into there as the place was known to be teeming with monsters.

Just last week a man that wandered too close got snatched and mauled by a Manticore and was never seen again.

I knew it was also dangerous for myself because I could very well be killed by one of the forest inhabitants as well.

But so far I’ve gotten lucky as my pursuers usually turned tail as soon as they saw that I went into the woods deeming them too dangerous and everyone that entered it immediately dead.

Reaching the Treeline and starting to run a bit slower i looked back and saw that the Guards that were after me weren’t even full guards, Just some apprentices wearing the standard kingdom issued training armor Consisting of a belly free breastplate and some Chainmail over Leather as well as sturdy boots and a standard shortsword.

That in itself would not have been so bad if it wasn’t for the fact that neither of them slowed down and instead just continued sprinting after me into the woods causing me to bolt away from them even faster to make up for the distance i had already lost while looking back.

I tried to get them off my trail by weaving between trees hoping they would lose sight of me but the Blonde one, who I assumed was the leader of the two as he was sort of dragging the rusthead behind him sometimes, was on my track like a Bloodhound.

I started to wonder if maybe they had a death wish following me in here seeing as I didn’t even know where I was anymore and I doubted they knew either, but this was a race for Survival MY Survival and I was not about to lose it.

I dared to look behind me one more time and saw that I had gained a bit of distance between us and I hoped that would only grow from here on out.

But as it turns out, looking behind yourself while running is not a good idea as I learned the hard way after a misstep led to me falling into a sinkhole that I didn’t see and tumbling down only served to scrape my knees and elbows.

The disorienting slide came to a stop at the bottom of a small cave where I face planted into the ground landing on some branches and dirt.

As I tried to stand up I noticed that my ragged shirt had caught onto something, and looking down I saw a Skeleton!

Biting back a scream at this sudden development I tried to get off of it in a panic only to realize that the skeleton’s arm was sticking to my own as it appeared that a bracelet it had worn slipped over my own wrist as I fell on top of it.

Yanking the bones away and intending to just throw the Trinket next to it as it suddenly shrunk around my arm fitting perfectly like a second skin with inlaid gems I had never seen before, and now impossible to take off.

oh great some magic shit on top of this already bad day i mused in grimm irony as i tried to strip the thing off with no results.

Deciding to deal with this later and focus on escaping my entourage for now i climbed some roots that led me out of the hole i had initially fallen in.

Looking around for a second I saw that the men hunting me like Wildshot were way closer than before, so turning around I just booked it into the opposite direction towards a clearing I could see in the distance.

While stumbling exhaustedly over branches and stones I did not notice that I had started to grow until I stumbled once again and fell down.

getting up and looking back to the two that had followed me suddenly noticed that i was about five times their size now and they both stared at me, the Rusthead in unabashed Horror and the blonde in a sort of grimm shock.

I was stunned by this development.

How did I grow?

Then my mind and eyes snapped back to the Bracelet with the inlaid gems and I figured that the thing had to be actually cursed to do this to me.

Looking at the two guards in training, the blonde one who was ready to just stab me with his shortsword, now a mere toy to me, simply kept staring for a moment frozen in place.

I acted without thinking and grabbed the Rusthead next to him in a fist and plucked his weapon away from him as he squirmed in my grip.

“HEY!! LET HIM GO YOU BEAST!”

commanded the blonde as he yelled at me.

“or what?”

I growled at him in the deepest voice I could muster which, considering my newfound size was a lot deeper than I anticipated and ended up shaking the rusthead in my grip to the core as he tried to wiggle free from my grasp or at least get one of his arms free.

“I- i don’t know but please don’t hurt him! he’s only here because i told him to”

the Blonde seemed a lot more jittery all of a sudden without his sword as he stared at my hand that had trapped his friend? brother?

Whatever the Rusthead might be to him it was apparently rather important for him that he stayed alive and unhurt.

I realized I could use this to my advantage and began thinking up a plan on the spot.

“i’ll make you a deal”

I offered him.

“I know you’ll get as many guards as soon as possible the moment i let the little guy go so i will take him with me”

As he began to protest I cut him off saying.

“not forever of course, just for a week and then i send him on his way to skitter back to you”.

The guy in question apparently didn’t like that as he began shouting at me but I ignored it and instead put one of my fingers over his mouth to silence him.

The Blonde looked distrustingly at me and seemed to consider the pros and cons of this.

He was probably fully aware that at this size I could very easily kill him and the Rusthead.

his eyes kept darting between my face and my hand which still held the other boy in an inescapable grip and finally sighed regretfully.

“if you PROMISE that you wont hurt him then i’ll agree to this just please don’t hurt him it’s my fault that he’s here”

He pleaded and started to take of his bag that he previously carried on his back

“I know that you’ll be far away by the time you’ll let him go.

Can you take this with you?

it contains some supplies so he can find his way back home”

I used my unoccupied hand to inspect the bag and saw that it contained a rope, a waterskin, a knife and some other useful tools.

While I inspected the bag the Blonde and the rusthead kept looking at each other desperately trying to figure a way out of this.

Stashing the bag in the front pocket of my pants I took my finger off of the Rustheads mouth so he could talk again which he immediately did.

“ARTHUR!” He wailed and tried once again to fruitlessly squirm free.

oh so the Blonde guy was named Arthur?

“well say bye, you’ll see each other again in about a week”

I held the wiggling Rusthead closer to the guy that apparently was named Arthur and let them say a few words to each other before standing up for the first time since I’ve grown into a giant and immediately getting a bit dizzy from the height I was looking down at Arthur.

Calculating a bit and using the Rusthead in my fist as a reference point I concluded that I was at least thirty feet tall now, if not bigger.

That was a lot larger than anything else I’ve ever seen and I was surprised that I didn’t just straight up put dents in the ground where I was standing.

Collecting myself and Holding the Rusthead, who at this point had given up trying to get free, closer to my chest i began walking in a random direction, now that i was a giant i could absolutely not go back to a city ever again i realized dejectedly, as i would immediately be killed on sight.

Fuck the King and his stupid policies that no Nonhuman is allowed within the Kingdom walls.

Deciding to shove my bitterness towards a man who I had never met away from me for some other time and trying to be at least a little friendly, I decided to try and reassure the little guy in my hand…

Oh Fuck i was holding an entire Person in my hand, that was insane!

Why did my brain only catch up with the fact that I was a giant now?

Making decisions on a whim when your life is in danger was apparently not my strong suit as I was now stuck with a person barely a fifth of my size for a week.

Shifting my grip on the guard in my hand I ripped his armor plate off and put it in my pocket to the rest of the stuff so I could hold him better.

He still had the chainmail and leather on him, And I had currently no Intention in taking that from him, as I promised that he wouldn’t be hurt, I deemed it best to leave him a majority of his armor.

Besides without a weapon there was no feasible way that he could hurt me.

But it still was extremely weird that I could fit an entire Person in my hand.

The guard in my Hands was still visibly shaken from the whole ordeal and fidgeting nervously with his Arms.

“Calm down Rusthead you’re fine i’m not going to hurt you"

I tried to reassure him.

He however just mumbled

"don’t call me Rusthead”

and was honestly pouting about it.

“What do you want me to call you then?”

I asked him which seemed to catch him off guard a little as he looked at me surprised.

“ Oh uh…i… well my Name is Robin so call me that?"

He jumbled out awkwardly.

"Alright I’ll do that, just cause we’re Stuck together for a week doesn’t mean we have to be mean to each other”

I replied while ducking under some branches making him flinch from the sudden shift in gravity and cling to my Fingers.

"So uh what’s your Name?”

Robin tried awkwardly to make smalltalk.

“Im Donovan and, well i’m not usually this tall”

I told him while trying to find another clearing.

“Yeah i can believe that you seemed just as surprised and confused as we did”

he confessed.

“Also, can I ask where we are going?”

he added meekly.

“Well frankly i have no idea so i think i’m going to go towards the Wyrmhurst Mountain and See if i can climb it"

A Look of Horror crossed Robin’s Face at the mention of the highest peak in the direct vicinity of Kamerasca.

“Are you insane??? That’s like the most dangerous place here!! why would you even WANT to go there?!?”

“well im Giant now so i don’t know what would want to mess with me, besides i only want to go up there because i think i could see really far away”

Looking around I saw that the sun stood way lower than before and decided to start seeking for a shelter before the night fell.

“Besides i can just let you run back to Tunstead when i’m at the base of the mountain i’m not going to Climb that thing with you in my hands”

“So I don’t have to go up there? at least that’s a positive for now”

I nodded at him and continued striding through the forest even if my legs needed a rest soon.

I had been up and about since yesterday morning after all.

Coming into a small clearing and deciding to just use the spot as a temporary camp for tonight, I asked the guy that currently just hung limply in my hand.

“Hey, are you tired? i think this place will do okay as a campsite for tonight”

“im fine with anything really”

he conceded.

“as long as you don’t snore i guess”

he added a lot more quiet.

“i’m pretty sure i don’t snore otherwise the actual guards in Tunstead would have found me sleeping in the alleys”

I reached my hand out and grabbed at the leaves of a nearby tree to try and to make it into a nest for Robin to sleep in.

the leaves felt flakey and almost fake in my now giant hands.

I realized halfway through my foraging that if I left Robin to sleep by himself without something to keep him from running away he would do exactly that.

Remembering the bag the other one gave me, I fished it out of my pocket and took the rope out that it contained.

“What are you…? uh what are you gonna do with that?”

the smaller asked nervously, staring at the rope in my hand.

“Well I know if i go to sleep you will just run away so i have to tie you up so you don’t escape”

I explained to him trying to figure out the best way to do this.

“WAIT wait can we talk about this? I’m not keen on sleeping on the ground while tied up like a wild horse!”

He had started squirming again to get free, but like the last time it did not do anything other than tire himself out even more.

“You’ll be fine, it’s just rope not the end of the world”

I rolled my eyes at him and started binding his legs together.

“ah what about ummm rope burn?! I don’t want rope burns that’s nasty and could get infected?”

He had started rambling at me to get me to reconsider tying him up, but he did have a point with the rope burns so, reaching into the bag once again, I took out what appeared to be a spare undershirt and started wrapping it around his bare arms.

“There, that should solve the rope burn problem”

I told him as I tied his arms to his front.

“But what if one of the monsters of this forest shows up? or worse!”

He tried once more to get out of this by talking.

“if something does show up just scream and i’ll kick it as far as i can”

I told him while setting him onto the leaves I had prepared earlier and lying down next to it myself, sticking close in case he decided to somehow rob away while bound.

“At least i get a bed”

he grumbled and fell over onto his side facing away from me.

“Whatever Goodnight, And if somethings wrong just yell for me”

I said in his general direction, the entire day of walking had made me tired and now that the sun was gone I could barely keep my eyes open.

shuffling around a bit to get comfortable I closed my eyes and drifted into a dreamless sleep.

I was awoken later by someone saying my name, which in itself was unusual, as I rarely had any reason to tell it to anyone.

It took me a few seconds to recognize who was talking to me and at first I tried just going back to sleep before my name was said again.

Opening my eyes to look at Robin I saw that it was still night judging by the darkness around us.

“What’s the Problem?” I asked him sleepily and wished that it was nothing so I could go back to bed.

I felt heavier than ever before and really just wanted to keep sleeping.

“It’s very cold. Can you make a fire?” he asked with chattering teeth.

Opening my eyes completely I saw my breath come out in little clouds and looking over to Robin I could just about make out frost on the leaf bed I had made and him lying pitifully shaking inside of it.

It was weird that the cold did not seem to bother me at all but i shoved that away for the next morning

“It’s too dark to make a fire and I don’t have firewood”

I Informed him.

“Do you have any other ideas to warm me up?”

His teeth chattering worse with each word he said.

Not knowing what else to do I rolled completely on my side, facing him and taking him into my hands once again, while also fishing out a handkerchief that I had in my other pocket intending to let the tiny Guard use it as a Blanket.

I was glad that I had washed it before this madness happened.

Curling around Robin and laying the cloth over him like a blanket.

I hoped that this was enough so I could go back to sleep already.

“thank you”

I heard the softly spoken words that just barely reached my ears shortly before I fell back asleep.

The next time I awoke it was thankfully morning and i was not tired anymore, opening my eyes and looking around without moving beyond that as i remembered what had transpired last night and not wanting to roll over the small Guard i simply continued lying there.

glancing down to see if he was also awake I found him staring intently at a dandelion where a Bee currently tried to get nectar, not caring at all that it was stared at.

Shifting around a bit, I decided to at least wish him a good morning after he had to sleep in the cold for a few hours.

“Good morning”

I politely greeted him.

He however, Flinched like a Wyvern had snuck up on him and whipped his head around to stare at me with wide pupils, Brown eyes wide before blinking and going back to normal.

“Hey you good?”

I inquired about his weird reaction.

“ah i’m sorry i just had my mind somewhere else”

He explained and then added sheepishly.

“i’m afraid it happens a lot that i just zone out”

“So I noticed”

I replied dryly and started to get intending to stretch my muscles.

“So uh Donovan right?”

I heard him ask from the Ground where he looked up at me.

“Yeah what is it?”

I responded and bent down again to scoop his still rope bound form up from the ground while also pocketing my Handkerchief again.

“Can you unbind me now? Night is over and i want to be able to move again”

He seemed nervous asking me for anything at all which, considering the happenings of the past twenty four hours, I could not blame him.

Still I had not eaten since yesterday Morning as I was rudely interrupted by the entire madness that led to my current Situation and would have to get something today.

And having a small Person in my Hands while trying to find something would not be helpful.

“Not yet, i need to find something to eat first and dragging you around with me is not gonna do me any favors in that regard”

“Wait, you’re not gonna leave me tied up on the ground are you???”

He blurted out worriedly.

He HAD a fair point in that actually, i could not leave him in case one of the less friendly residents of this Forest showed up.

Having him sit on the floor would only be dangerous so thinking about it for a second I got another idea.

“I’m not gonna leave you on the floor don’t worry i’ll just put you in a tree most things can’t climb anyways so you should be safe”

I explained to him and started looking for some suitable Greenery.

“That’s not any better?!?”

He exclaimed bewildered and tried to chew on the part of the rope that went over his shoulder but couldn’t quite reach it.

“it’ll be fine i’ll just hunt some wildgame or something and i’ll share so you get something too”

I tried to placate him but he still looked grumpy about it as I put him in a tree somewhere above my head and left him dangling from a piece of rope.

“I’ll be right back with something to eat, okay? you’ll be fine in the meantime”

he did not respond and instead just pouted at me as I slowly went to look for anything edible.

Trying to navigate through the underbrush quietly proved to be difficult with my new size, as I kept stepping on branches and twigs and even entire logs as well as hitting my head on the overgrowth, sometimes alerting a few Birds.

After a few minutes however I got the hang of it and started to silently creep along between the trees until I spotted a Deer that was eating some lichen off a tree.

#sstc #lizards writing #vore story #giant/tiny #g/t story #extreme cuddling #Barmea #still subject to change

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payidaresque · 2 years

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Gifmaking/general photoshopping tips and tricks for beginners (and not)

Hi all! Before we start, I’d like to tell that I’m no expert in any way and everyone should work they way they are comfortable with, these are just some things that I’ve collected over the years to make my life a little easier. And hopefully, yours too. There’s no particular order. I’ll try to keep this nice and short. Let’s get down the rabbit hole, weee! WARNING: IMAGE/GIF /TEXT HEAVY!

Tip #1: Use cropping presets Instead of typing dimensions by hand, use cropping presets for quick access. To do that, chose the Crop Tool, type in your dimensions, then go down the dropdown menu on the left and chose New Crop Preset. Tada! You saved your settings for further use. Here are some of mine

Tip #2: If available, work with video timeline instead of frame animation I personally think that it’s much handy and saves you from a lot of unnecessary clicks, plus you can do a lot of effects (such as text animating etc) without too much trouble. It all comes down to personal preference tho, of course. Here's super useful in-depth tutorial on how to make gifs with video timeline

Tip #3: When working with colors (especially very vibrant ones), convert your document from 8 bit to 16 bit first I bet many of you come across this issue: when you work with colors and using brush tool, the visible stripes may appear and ruin your whole image/gif. Like this:

It’s called color banding. Ugly, right? Without too much of technical terms banding happens when an image loses its colors after being digitized (e.g. screencaps, or basically anything that was captured using any capable device). Bad news is that you can’t fully fix it because you can’t restore what’s been lost for good (here’s a great and detailed walk-down on what banding is and how to fix it). But what you can do, is make it less visible. To do that, open your document, and before doing anything with it, go to image > mode > 16 bit. (32 bit is more advanced, i never use it because 16 bit is quite enough for my work) It adds more color depth (or should i say imitates it) to the document, so now when you work on your gifs, the color stripes won’t be as harsh. Another way to fix color banding is to add noise manually. But I prefer to switch image modes because photoshop does a better job at adding more natural kind of noise and it’s barely visible to the eye

Tip #4 (requires video timeline): when slowing down gifs, change the amount of FPS Sometimes when you slow gifs down they may look kind of choppy. A quick way to fix that is go to your video timeline, click on the three lines button, chose Set Timeline Frame Rate and change the number in the pop-up window. The higher the number, the smoother it will be, but don’t overdo it. I personally go from 60 to 120 FPS and see what looks best for my case. Some times it's barely noticeble, some times it can make a huge difference

Tip #5 There’s no quick solution to anything Well it’s not exactly a tip, more of an advice actually. I know many of us want our work come to life as fast as possible, preferably, exactly in a way how it was in our mind. But for better or for worse, nothing in this like works like that. So when you make gifs, remember that there’s no «universal» psd coloring, sharpening, blend mode, texture, etc that works exactly the same in every case. Bc every scene is different, the lighting is different, the original color grading is different. As soon as you get used to that, it won’t be a problem anymore. So don’t get scared or discouraged when something doesn’t happen in a matter of «poof» — it’s completely normal. Don’t be too hard on yourself, don’t rush things, take your time and don’t try to be «like that person who’s gifs I like very much». It’s wonderful to get inspired, but try and discover your own tools and ways to work, something that will make your work unique and maybe even becomes sort of your personal signature. Most of the things I did came out of pure experiments i liked the end result of

Tip #6: Discover the power of blend modes and opacity Don’t be scared to play around with the layers you use, they don’t have to be untouched, on the contrary, they should be modified in ways to achieve interesting results. For example: original gif with only sharpening applied (16 bit mode)

Colored with a whole bunch of Gradient Maps on different blend modes and opacity settings (also 16 bit mode. Not my best work but it pretty much illustrates the point)

Tip #7: Uncheck the «Delete cropped pixels» option in Crop Tool Sometimes when you do gifs, you often find yourself wanting to reposition them because you feel they’re not quite in the right place, but this happens It’s because this option is checked and Photoshop deletes everything what’s outside of canvas once applied. When it’s unchecked, it just hides those pixels away, so you can freely move your image around whenever you want (not the best example but you get the idea)

Tip #8: Use text boxes instead of individual text layers That’s pretty self-explanatory. It looks much, much better. Take your Text Tool, drag it across the document to create a box, then paste/type your text and you’re done! Here's a great and detailed guide on subtittles.

And that's about it folks! Have fun being creative :) And if you have any questions, don't hesitate to drop 'em in my askbox.

#ps help #userlarri #allresources #evansyhelp #completeresources #usergif

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landosgirl97 · 11 months

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Crying My Eyes Out - Jake “Hangman” Seresin

A/N: This came to me while listening to the song Crying My Eyes Out by Frawley. It’s short but angst with a happy ending!

I stood outside in my bridesmaids dress, taking several deep breaths and deciding whether to go back to my car or tough it out. I was about to turn around when I felt a hand land on my shoulder. I turned to see my now- Uncle Maverick behind me, looking at me with a smile of sympathy. “It’s gonna be okay kid, worse comes to worse Penny or I will hide you in the back room.” I nodded as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, leading us inside. He led us forward to the bar the Penny was standing behind and he pulled her forward. “You’re not supposed to work your own wedding reception, Pen”, he scolded her lightly, kissing her on the lips and smiling. “Well, someone has to make drinks for your aviators! Y/N, what are you feeling tonight”, she asked, turning to me. I pulled out my card for her and replied, “A tequila sunrise, more tequila than sunrise please”. She raised her brow at me while she grabbed the things to make my drink. “You know he will probably be here tonight, right?” I nodded, scanning the room for my ex- as of a few weeks ago- boyfriend of two years. “I know, I’m just hoping to be super drunk by the time he gets here so I don’t know the difference.” She nodded, handing me my drink, and a tequila shot to get me started. “The shot is on the house, hopefully it makes it easier for you tonight.”

I was about halfway done with my drink and a conversation with Rooster when I saw him look toward the door that swung open and straightened up. I turned to see what he was looking at and choked on my drink. There was Jake, walking in hand-in-hand with another woman. It felt like the floor would cave in under me when I saw Phoenix wave them over and the smile that flashed across his face. Rooster must have seen the pain flash across my face because he moved into my line of sight. “Y/N, hey, so what was it you were telling me about this new apartment you got?” He did a good job of keeping me distracted, engaged in conversation with him and others would come and go, feeding me drinks and keeping Jake off my mind. “Hey, I’m gonna go get Phoenix to come talk to you while I run to use the restroom. Then, I’m driving you home.” I nodded, turning toward the bar to close my tab with Penny. But when. I turned, my heart sank.

There was Jake and his new girl, swaying along to “We Danced” by Brad Paisley. It was the song playing in the bar from the jukebox the first day I met Jake. We had coined it as our song not long after, playing it any time we were hanging out at the bar. They swayed back and forth, laughing and talking to each other. I hadn’t felt the tears rolling down my cheeks until Uncle Mav came and grabbed my shoulder, turning me toward him and Phoenix. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay.” I turned back around, just in time to see their lips meet as a pained gasp, half scream left my lips. My hands lifted to my mouth in an attempt to keep my sobs silent, but I was turned back around by Rooster, who pulled me into his chest. I sobbed into him, pained from watching two years of my life end right before my eyes. I pulled back to pay my tab and saw the streaks of mascara on his shirt. Before I could even apologize, he waved me off, leading me out the door to get some air before we hop into the Bronco.

When we made our way outside, Uncle Mav made his way to JAke, who was now alone at the bar. “Hey, Hangman, got a minute?” He nods, walking to Mav. “Listen Jake, my niece is outside crying her eyes out because she thinks you don’t love her anymore, but I know that’s not true, so any chance of making this right? Do it now.” He watched as Jake looked over his shoulder, seeing his date talking to someone else at the bar and nodded at Maverick.

Jake made his way to the parking lot, seeing me about to get in the Bronco. “Y/N!” I turned my head toward him and he walked toward me, helping me down from the Bronco. “Can we talk?” I hesitated, but nodded my head, following him down to the beach. “Y/N, I’m so sorry I hurt you so badly. That wasn’t my intention. I didn’t bring her here tonight to hurt you. I’m trying so hard to get over you but.. it’s impossible. I love you too much.” I let out a shaky breath, finally looking him in the eye. “So.. what are you saying?” He took a step closer to me, grabbing both of my hands and kissing one of them. “Will you come home? To mea.. and the dogs? And stay? For good this time?” This time I felt the sting of tears running down my face as I took a step closer, kissing him on the lips. “Yes Jake, always.”

#top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun hangman #hangman seresin x reader #hangman angst #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin

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stuckysbike · 1 year

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Howl 2

A/n: please forgive me it’s been a long long time since I’ve written anything, much less posted. All mistakes are my own.

Werewolf AU

Werewolf!Bucky x Werewolf!Reader

Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader (for now).

Warnings: werewolf Bucky, werewolf Steve, werewolf Nat, dark themes. Mature, 18+. Exes to lovers (hopefully).

Your back slammed into the rough brick of the storeroom as Bucky loomed over you, his beautiful face twisted into an ugly snarl.

“What the fuck?” His breath smelled of whiskey and caramel and his grip was bruising on your shoulder.

“Bucky, please I-“ you tried to get out of his grip but it only made him hold on tighter.

“More excuses. More lies?” He snarled. His eyes were hard, but there was something deeper lurking there, hurt? Betrayal?

The door opened letting the music and chatter blast into the room for a moment and Steve slid in, graceful for a man of his size. He looked as angry as Bucky and a big part of you wanted to bare your throat, submit. Steve had been one of your best friends growing up, he was always there for you when your family let you down and submitting to him and Bucky would make it so much easier.

You couldn’t though, your boy needed you and you had to be brave, ignore and fight your nature yet again. The submission process would take more time than you had available, and besides you had a plan and having an Alpha wouldn’t allow the plan to work correctly. Nothing would please you more than curling up in a ball and crying. You couldn’t do that either as much as you wanted to.

“Well, what do you have to say for yourself huh?” Steve leaned against the door and folded his muscular arms across his broad chest. His voice was cold. Harsh. He’d never spoken to you that way before.

“You really want to hear a bunch of excuses, or do you want to save our son?” You turned to Bucky, and you saw his eyes flash and another snarl deep in his chest rumbled out. Steve growled in warning behind him, and you bit your lip and ducked your chin to your chest.

“My son,” Bucky leaned closer, and you felt his warm breath fanning over your face. His body was completely covering yours as he loomed over you. “The boy you kept away from me.”

“If we don’t get him back then we’ll have no son will we!” You snapped suddenly furious. They were wasting time standing here threatening and bullying you. Old hurts that had never healed suddenly burned bright.

Bucky wasn’t the only one left broken and betrayed. For months after you left you waited hoping he’d come looking for you, but he never did. You had left clues and spent time at your favourite haunts and hangouts outside of town and in the safety of darkness, but he never turned up.

Bucky growled but Steve’s hand slid around his shoulders holding him back. You sent Steve a small smile but the look he gave you in return was filthy. “You listen here, you broke his heart, you don’t dare come back here acting like you’re the victim!”

You pull back shocked and hurt at Steve’s harsh words. You thought everyone knew what happened, why you left. You thought you’d get a cold reception, but you didn’t expect open hostility.

“How do I even know he’s mine?” Bucky lifted his chin.

You tug your phone from the back pocket of your faded jeans and showed him the lock screen. Dark hair, blue eyes, he even had the dimple in his chin starting to form, and a big toothy smile.

“He’s yours,” you said softly. Steve glanced over Bucky’s shoulder, a soft gasp leaving his lips.

“He’s a carbon copy of you at that age Buck,” Steve looked between the screen and Bucky, his eyes softening at the sight.

“What I want to know now is why you couldn’t protect my boy!” Bucky was in your face, and you swallowed the fear down. He shook you against the wall in frustration.

“I was trying, but I’m an unmated Omega with a six-year-old son. I tend to stick out,” you snapped.

In all honesty you had no idea where this obsession came from. You worked two jobs to make ends meet living hand to mouth, going without so Jamie could have what he needed.

Then one day a few years ago Brock noticed you, a beta with family money behind him. A beta who figured your child would give him more power, elevate him to alpha status. A power-hungry whelp.

He just took to you, took to following you. You hated it. Hated him. He made your skin crawl. You tried not to give him the time of day, tried to relocate but he had resources, so he found you easily.

You didn’t want to tell them this, a sob story would do nothing more than make them resent you more than they already did. You held back, suspecting that that they would just mock you when you explained your situation.

“Please. Help us,” you begged.

“We have conditions. You’re withholding a member of our pack. We want him back,” Bucky was still seething, and your gut clenched in fear. You were starting to suspect that one way or another you were about to lose your boy. Either you mated with Brock and had Jamie in your life, or you let Bucky raise him and stood down as his main carer. You would rather he was safe with Bucky; you couldn’t keep him safe on your own any longer.

“And we want answers for your actions and your behaviour,” Steve added.

“Anything just please help me,” you were close to sobbing now, your heart breaking.

Bucky stepped away and you crumped to the ground, the tears finally working their way out. You wiped at your eyes angrily as you got on to unsteady feet.

“Heel,” Bucky sneered cruelly at you, but you held yourself back, grasping to the tiny bit of dignity you had left.

“No,” you snarled back, and Steve huffed, catching you by the elbow and dragging you through the bar for all to see. Your face burned in shame as everyone turned to look your way.

As you passed by your stepfather stared mouth agape and you hang your head in shame.

“In,” Steve said shoving you into the backseat of a black truck.

“My backpack,” you said pointing to your car and Bucky rolled his eyes but went to your battered car, the same one you’d ran in all those years ago and brought the battered grey bag back to you.

Steve got into the driver’s side and the redhead Alpha climbed in beside you, giving you a challenging look, you ducked your head and looked away, you didn’t have the energy to fight with anyone else.

It was wet and cold and the wipers worked furiously as the truck pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road.

“He was snatched from school,” you said eventually.

“Why him?” Steve asked. “You claim to have nothing.”

“He’s powerful, he’s showing signs of being an Alpha already,” your voice wavered, and you felt a swell of pride at your amazing boy. “He’s gentle and kind and this Beta wolf, Brock, thinks that if he makes Jamie and I submit he’ll become an Alpha.”

There was silence for a long time, just the hum of the engine and the sounds of rain beating the windows.

“You called him Jamie?” Bucky’s voice was soft for the first time, and you swallowed, nodded.

“Yeah, of course, how could I not name him after his father?” You whispered, and you were tempted to remind Bucky how much you loved him back then, how much you still loved him now, but instead you tried to make an offer. “I have more pictures of him.”

You unlocked your phone and reached it across to Bucky, your fingers brushing and for just a moment there was a spark.

Everyone was silent as Bucky flicked through the pictures of his son, a small smile on his lips.

#bucky barns x reader #bucky angst #bucky x reader #werewolf!bucky barnes #werewolf reader #abo au #alpha!bucky x omega!reader

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peeves-gurl · 2 years

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Meeting the Juniors

Fred Weasley×Fem!O.C.

Preview: what's in store for Fred eight years after the war, when a new employee joins their shop?

Word count: 4.6 K

Warnings: age gap (legal), angst, mentions of food, mentions of war and injury, slight struggle with body image, family and kids, mostly fluff, mentions of sex, smut in part 3.

A/N: Hey! This is my first ever fic, so I'm very open to suggestions and feedbacks. Huge thank you to @sai-kida134 for editing the story. I hope you like it!

Part 2 || Part 3

Fred Weasley had grown. Though he hadn't changed much, unless one considered the prosthetic limb he had to have attached to his left thigh once Percy had managed to dig him out from under the wall that fell on top of him during the Battle at Hogwarts. It was his only insecurity, even after eight whole years. There weren't many people in the Wizarding World who used a prosthetic limb, that too one that was of the muggle kind. He'd personally come across only one other person, Mad-Eye Moody, who had unfortunately been lost to Voldemort and his Death Eaters months before Fred lost his leg. Out of his insecurity, he used ample charms on it, changing it's colour to perfectly match his skin tone, changing it's texture to make it similar to his skin, and even getting Professor McGonagall to cast a special charm, that allowed him to feel all sensations on the leg, making it pretty much a part of his body, as good as his 'real' leg. But still, in his mind, it was a prosthetic, a weakness that made him different from other twenty-eight year old men, something that he considered a reason for his loneliness.

Ivy Roberts was the newest employee at Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes. For a twenty year old, her dreams were quite big and her achievements were running low. She planned on becoming a professional Quidditch Player, a beater, hopefully for the Hollyhead Harpies or Puddlemore United. Her in training seemed to be going pretty well, and with her newest job, she hoped to earn enough to pay her bills and buy herself equipment to keep it going. She mindlessly blamed her lack of achievements on her loneliness, rather than, what she was pretty sure, was laziness. Being the only child to parents who preferred to travel the world than support their daughter, left her alone in London. She had made friends at Hogwarts of course, and during her Quidditch practices too, but none of them could be considered close enough to share every bit of her daily life with. And well, dating had been out of question for quite a while, once she realised boys weren’t as important as she initially thought. Though sometimes, when she walked alone on the streets on Saturday nights, she imagined a handsome, faceless man, holding her hands amidst all the couples that frolicked down the street.

Fred loved the company of his parents, his siblings and their children more than anything else in his life. He spent his free time being the cool uncle to his niblings, spoiling them and playing pranks with them. And yet, each night, when George packed his stuff up and flooed back home to Angelina and their son, Fred was left alone in the old flat above the shop, hoping that someday, he'd find someone who would love him despite his apparent flaw, someone he could cuddle next to while he fell asleep.

Ivy's time at the shop passed rather quickly. She'd usually go to the shop around lunch time, right after her Quidditch training, and spend the rest of her day helping the twins around the shop. She grew close to the two very soon, unlike the three other employees at the store, who seemingly did not share the same closeness with their bosses. Ivy vividly remembered the time she'd told the twins she wanted to be a Professional beater. They seemed to jump out of their seats at the mention of being beaters, and quickly provided her with their best tips, from the time that they'd been on the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

"Hold your bat closer to the edge, Ivy." Fred had suggested. "It's easier to move it that way. Less force, more impact on the bludger."

"Don't flick your wrist, you'll end up spraining it. Move your shoulders instead." George had said, demonstrating the movement and accidentally smacking his twin in the head.

She was glad to have them, honestly. Barely two weeks into the job, George suggested she should stop calling them 'Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley', like the other employees, and instead went with their first names, more like friends. The level of comfort that she'd achieved with them was something that she hadn't even had with her friends back at Hogwarts. And the fact that they were the best pair of beaters Hogwarts had back in the day, made her time with them even more fun.

And unintentionally, one Saturday, when she walked around the streets, once again imagining a handsome man holding her hand and guiding her through the crowd, her mind flashed the image of Fred Weasley, grinning down at her, sending tingles through her body. But it was just a passing crush, wasn't it? Fred was eight years older, had an amazing career, and was way out of her league. He definitely had a lover, someone as good looking as him, who truly deserved him. He wouldn't want her.

Fred, along with his twin, grew to adore Ivy more than just as an employee. She was much funnier than Michael, Josephine and Veer, their other three employees, and wanted to be a professional Quidditch beater, something the twins wanted to do before they came up with the idea of the joke shop in their fourth year. He'd seen her interaction with the customers, smiling and showing them around the store, confidence radiating off her. She smiled sweetly towards the children, sometimes lifting the tiniest ones up in her arms so that they could get a better look at the shelves, even though she had mentioned not being too fond of little ones. She would not only laugh at his and George's jokes, but instead add something of her own to make it even funnier.

Quite frankly, Fred thought she was amazing in every possible way and was glad to have found a friend in her. And the time she'd mentioned being a prankster at school, a pain in the ass to Headmistress McGonagall, just the way he was once, he didn't think she could get any better. That was until one night, just as he was about to fall asleep, alone as usual, she appeared in his mind for a fleeting moment, resting her head on his chest, intertwining her legs with his own. He couldn't fall asleep then. Why would she ever want him? She did flirt back with him sometimes, but he was always the one to initiate it, and it was obviously friendly, nothing more. She was eight years younger and whole, and she deserved someone like herself not like Fred.

Ivy walked into the store slightly later than her usual time. She'd been hitting bludgers all morning and didn't take notice of the time until her coach reminded her to have lunch. She ran to the changing room, showered quickly and put on her purple uniform jumper along with jeans and immediately apparated to Diagon Alley. She opened the shop door and ran to the backroom, where she could find Fred or George and apologize for her unusual tardiness. Instead, she was greeted with an empty backroom. Setting her bags down in their usual spot, Ivy rushed outside to begin her usual work routine of counting the money at the cash counter and re-stocking the empty shelves.

Fred and George were walking down the stairs that connected the flat upstairs to the shop. Behind them was a very beautiful lady, tall, dark skinned, with beautiful natural curls up to her shoulders. She was sure it was George's wife, Angelina Johnson.

"Ivy." George greeted with a nod of his head and a smile.

"Good afternoon! I'm sorry for being a bit late today. I forgot to check the time during practice." She explained quickly.

"So you're Ivy," Angelina smiled. "I've heard loads about you from these two. Hope your Quidditch is going well."

"Thank you Ms. Johnson. I've heard lots about you as well." Ivy smiled back politely.

"Please call me Angelina!" She said, shaking her hand.

Just as Ivy was about to let go of her hand, her eyes fell onto Angelina's belly, and she was surprised to see the woman was pregnant.

"I have an appointment today," Angelina said, cradling her stomach gently. "And some work later on. George and I came to drop little Freddy with his uncle. He's asleep upstairs."

"That's great, congratulations!" Ivy smiled. "You never mentioned anything about the baby, George!"

"Oh no, you must've missed it Ivy. He talks about Angie and Junior and the new baby all the time." Fred spoke up finally, making George and Angelina blush furiously.

"We have to get going, or we'd be late." George said after a few more minutes of conversation.

"Take care of Freddy, please. Feed him once he wakes up." Angelina reminded Fred.

"Don't worry Angie. I'm the best Godfather." Fred grinned cockily.

"Thanks brother." George patted his twin's shoulder and clutched his wife's hand with his own, ready to disapparate. "See you 'round, Ivy!"

Work at the shop progressed as usual for about an hour, until Ivy saw the cutest child that she could have imagined, running around the shop. He had bright red hair, and hundreds of freckles scattered across his pale skin, and looked like a miniature version of George and Fred. Fred was chasing his nephew around, unable to do any work at the shop, leaving the four employees to manage everything. The toddler's giggles echoed around the premises each time he picked a random item off a shelf he passed, and tossed it in another direction, making Fred dive to catch it before it broke or hurt the child.

"Junior c'mon! It's lunch time, sweetheart!" He called out in his deep voice, earning nothing but another loud giggle from his nephew.

Ivy stood behind the currently empty counter, watching the exchange while twirling her wand between her fingers. Her crush on Fred had definitely grown over the past few days, no matter how much she tried to suppress it. And it was incredibly difficult to not find him attractive, especially when he showed so much love to the young child he was in charge of for the day. From her place, she admired the man, his brown eyes crinkled at the edges as he laughed at little Freddy's actions. He ran his fingers through his ginger hair, messing them up slightly while following the child's every action, preparing to get a hold on him when he was distracted. His clothes were crumpled, and his watch hung loosely from his wrist, and she found the sight more appealing than she could have thought. She was brought back from her thoughts when she heard a rattling sound from the row of shelves Freddy was close to, only to realise that he was shaking it, trying to get something from a height beyond his reach. Right as she watched, a few glass bottles of some potion fell out, headed right towards the boy. Fred was too far to get him away in time, and even though he ran to shield him immediately, he wouldn't be able to avoid the accident. Ivy acted on instinct, swishing her wand and making the bottles freeze mid air, inches from Freddy's head. Immediately, she saw Fred sigh in relief, before grabbing the child around his stomach and lifting him up in his arms. Another wave of Ivy's wand, and the bottles flew back to their shelves, away from the mischievous child.

"That's enough mischief for today Junior." Fred said sternly, and the boy flailed his little arms, trying to free himself from the tight grasp. He carried the child over to the counter in front of Ivy and set him down gently, holding him as he stood up on the wooden table.

"Thank you." He said, his gratitude reflected in his eyes. "He could have got hurt if you wouldn't have done that. Thank you."

Ivy smiled at him, her eyes flickering between him and his nephew, and Fred controlled his urge to kiss her out of gratitude.

"Uncle Fred! Leave me please!" Freddy pouted, stomping his little foot on the table.

"Not until you've finished your lunch." Fred said, pulling out his wand and summoning a little bag from his flat, full off Freddy's belongings for the day.

Freddy looked around for some sort of escape, turning around almost in a full circle, before his eyes landed on Ivy.

"You're new! You're new!" He shouted gleefully to the girl, making grabby hands towards her.

Ivy felt her lips curl up into an involuntary smile at the toddler's actions, and walked up to him to get a closer look.

"Hello!" She greeted.

"I'm Fred Weaseey Junior." Freddy said proudly in his baby voice, holding his hand out to her like he'd seen his father and uncle do when they introduced themselves to new people.

"I'm honoured by your presence, your highness." Ivy joked, taking his tiny hand into her own and bowing slightly. The child giggled at her actions and she gently steadied him on the table with her other hand.

"What's your name?" He asked through his giggles.

"Ivy Roberts, your majesty." She said, adding a quick bow, that sent him into another fit of giggles.

She felt Fred's gaze on her and nodded quickly towards him, allowing him to pull his hands away from the child and pull his lunch out of the bag Angelina had left.

"Okay Junior, let's see what your Mummy's got you for lunch today." He said cheerfully, "Hmm, pasta!"

"No! No dirty brolloci !" Freddy said stubbornly, pointing to the little pieces of broccoli in the pasta. "Ivy!" He pouted, tugging his newest friend's arm.

"What's wrong Freddy?" She cooed, gently running her fingers through his soft ginger hair.

"No lunch please!" He begged.

"Alright. What do you wanna do today?" She asked kindly.

"I... I want to work at the shop. Like a big boy!" He said quite loudly. "Tell Uncle, please!"

"Junior, you can work at the shop when you are a big boy." Fred stated, rubbing the child's back lovingly. "We're going to have your pasta now, okay?"

"No!" Freddy protested. "Now, Uncle Fred. Now!"

Fred looked tired of running around with the child. He was fit physically, so a slight chase with a two year old wasn't what had tired him out. It was the unexpected rebellion that the said two year old showed that exhausted him. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger and shutting his eyes to take a moment. Ivy noticed his weariness and decided now would be the right time to help him.

"Your Uncle is being a bit boring today, isn't he?" Ivy teased, causing Fred to open his eyes and cock his head to one side, shooting her a look, as if to say 'oh really?'

She subtly winked at him, turning her attention back to the child who was looking at her expectantly. "I think you'd make a fabulous shop worker."

"Faviolis," Freddy repeated after her, mispronouncing the word with such cuteness that both she and Fred had to stifle their laughs.

"Would you like to work with me today?" She asked him sweetly.

"Yes!" He replied, jumping on the table, causing her and Fred to slightly tighten their grips on him.

"Okay, give me a minute."

Fred nodded towards her with a smile, allowing her to do whatever she was planning. She turned around, picking her wand up again, raising the height of the chair behind the counter to what would be enough to let Freddy sit with his hands on the table. She flicked her wand, and the back of the chair turned softer when a cushion appeared, along with a buckle, making it look like a fancy car seat.

"I think this can be your special chair for the day Freddy. And you can be..." She paused, taking a minute to come up with a fake position for him.

"How about you becoming the shop's President?" Fred asked, playing along.

"Pwesiden." Freddy repeated innocently with approval.

"Then, Mr. President, is it okay if we put you in this special chair?" Ivy asked, earning an excited grin from the child.

She hooked her arms under the his, picking him off he counter and seating him in the chair, fixing the buckles quickly, afraid of letting him slip out and hurt himself.

"What's my job?" Freddy asked, looking at his uncle with utmost seriousness.

"I have the most important job for you sweetheart. You have to sit here and say hello to all out customers when they walk in." Fred said, mimicking his nephew's seriousness.

"No." Freddy said, squinting his eyes suspiciously.

"Yes, yes!" Ivy said, covering up. "It's a very important job, just for the President, Freddy. You need to charm all the customers into buying the products."

Freddy seemed convinced this time, so he sat patiently, waiting for the next customer to come along.

"There's just one rule." She said softly, once she had him settled. "The President needs to eat whatever his Mummy gives for lunch. After all, he needs his energy for the most important job in the shop."

And the President agreed.

Fred couldn't believe what he saw. Ivy Roberts had, somehow, managed to get his mischievous nephew seated silently in a chair, in middle of the joke shop that he wouldn't leave any opportunity to wreck havoc in. And now, she was feeding him dirty brolloci of all things in the world, without any tantrums. He leaned against the counter, taking up her place in case a customer came by, arms crossed against his chest, watching her entertain the child. He couldn't stop looking at her dark hair, flowing beautifully down her shoulders, looking perfect against the deep purple uniform. Her eyes shone with joy as she delicately wiped down the child’s face with a paper napkin, before smiling at something he babbled excitedly, displaying the deep dimples that appeared on her cheeks. And oh, that wink she gave him just minutes previously, even though it meant absolutely nothing, made his heart flutter in his chest. She was showing such pure affection for a child she was no way related to, completely forgetting her apparent dislike towards children. And the fact that this child was his nephew, whom he loved more than anything else in his life, made everything flawless. To him, there wasn't any woman as perfect as Ivy.

Some hours later, the four employees were busy winding up business to shut down for the day, as Fred sat at the counter, keeping Freddy busy with some toys from the shop. Ivy was working close to the cash counter, upon Fred's insistence, since she seemed to be the only one able to convince the child to do anything that day. She was busy restocking shelves for the next morning, stealing occasional glances towards her handsome boss and his giggly nephew, when she heard Fred's deep voice.

"You've been really nice today, Junior." He praised the child, and Ivy looked up to see he was placing soft kisses on his head. "How about we go out for some ice cream in a while, just Junior and Senior, hmm?"

"Mhmm ice cream." Freddy replied instantly, his eyes lighting up with mischief. "Ivy comes too!"

"Aaand you've stolen my nephew." Fred said dramatically, turning towards Ivy.

"Aww don't worry. I'm not going to intrude on your ice cream party." She smiled back.

"No, no you really should come along. He's not in a mood to listen to me today and I might need your help." He said quickly.

"I... Fred no, I can't."

"Yes you can. We're going to Florean Fortescue's, right around the corner." He insisted, and Ivy shook her head to say no once more.

"Pleaseeee!" Both boys said together in a sing song voice, looking at her with the same puppy eyes and their mouths curved into identical frowns.

"That's not fair! How do I say no to that face?" She scolded playfully, but agreed to the idea all the same.

Half an hour later, Ivy was walking on the street next to Fred Weasley, with his two year old nephew sitting on his shoulders. Diagon Alley was lit up with street lights, and she couldn't keep her eyes off the man she was with. The light illuminated his flaming red hair and highlighted the freckles against his pale skin. She felt butterflies in her stomach when she saw him looking at the child with a mischievous glint in his eyes, sharing a crooked smirk, before he sped up, pacing ahead of her on the sidewalk, Freddy bouncing and giggling on his shoulders. Ivy couldn’t help the way her mind drifted back to her own childhood. Her parents had made it very clear to her that she was an unplanned child, interfering with their plans to travel the world. It wasn't like they ignored her. They did love her, but they rarely made her feel it. But looking at Fred playing with the toddler made her feel all of his affection, even if it wasn't directed towards her in any way. Her heart warmed up when she saw the man tickle the boy, making his laughter ring around the street. The look of concern on his face a few hours back, when the glass bottles nearly hurt Freddy was one that showed pure love, something she'd grown up wishing for. Fred Weasley, with his perfect eyes and perfect smile, made her feel it, even though it wasn't for her.

"You're not paying for mine, Fred." She said sternly, standing against the ice cream counter with Fred towering over her.

"Yes I am. I got you here, I pay for it." He said.

"No, I came here to play with Freddy. It was my own choice."

"You came here because we insisted. No more arguments." He stated, handing over the money to the cashier, before setting Freddy down on a table and beginning to feed him the ice cream.

"Where's yours?" She asked, realising he'd bought only two.

"I'll share with Junior." He said, taking a bite when Freddy looked away, and she gasped dramatically.

"You stole a child's ice cream, you vile man!" She whisper-yelled.

"I'll steal yours too if you don't eat it quickly." He whispered back, rolling his eyes and taking another bite.

"Piggyback!" Freddy shouted when Fred tried to lift him onto his shoulders once they were ready to go back.

"Okay then, c'mon." Fred said, leaning a little so that Freddy could climb onto his back.

Instead, the child tugged Ivy's arm, pulling her closer and shouting, "Piggyback Ivy!"

"You love troubling her, don't you?." Fred said, ruffling his hair and looking at Ivy for a response. Ivy smiled, bending down and allowing him to climb onto her back, locking his arms around her neck and holding his feet around her waist.

"Thanks love. I'll take your bag." Fred said, casually slinging her handbag over his shoulder and holding the shop door open for her. He'd just called her 'love'. Out of all the nicknames he could've used, he chose 'love'.

Fred internally cursed himself for it. He thought it had come off as creepy and freaked her out. It might give away the attraction he'd been feeling towards her and that wouldn't be good. Keeping his composure, he turned to look at Ivy, who seemed to act absolutely normal, and he breathed a sigh of relief. She was probably used to being called 'love' by her friends. It's 2006 after all, and nicknames like that can be used in any context.

Ivy on the other hand, had never been called anything but her first name. Not even her family or friends used any terms of endearment towards her. And then Fred Weasley, the man who could make her swoon with one look, calls her 'love' of all things in the world. She managed to sneak a look at him, chivalrously carrying her purse over his shoulder. It wasn't that big of a deal anyways. He probably calls all his friends 'love'. He does seem to be a rather affectionate man, after all.

The three took a turn towards Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes, just in time to see George and Angelina apparate back in front of the shop.

"First one to reach your Dad wins!" Fred shouted to his nephew, before darting off in the said direction.

"Faster Ivy, I have to win!" Freddy said, tightening his grip.

"Let's go!" She said, increasing her pace but not more than a jog since she was afraid to drop the child on her back.

Fred obviously reached faster, grinning proudly with his arm on his brother's shoulder.

"Hi!" She said, once she had joined the group.

"Hey! Up to mischief, are we?" Angelina said, kissing her son's cheek.

"Mummy, we lost the race!" Freddy pouted towards his parents.

"Your uncle's a cheater, don't worry." George said, slapping his twin's back.

"What? " Fred whined, and Angelina rolled her eyes, clearly used to the scene.

"Thank you for looking after him today." She smiled, carefully lifting her son off Ivy's back.

"It was quite fun, honestly. Hope your appointment went well." Ivy said.

"All's well." George replied, patting his wife's growing bump and taking Freddy into his arms.

"Am I having a niece or a nephew this time?" Fred asked the couple.

"For that, you'll have to wait. We're having a gender reveal party sometime soon." George said happily.

"That's new!" Fred grinned. "Just make sure it's not around Wood and Spinnet's wedding, or they'll go mad."

"Oh yeah, we forgot about that. Thanks Fred." Angelina nodded thoughtfully.

"I'm sorry, Wood and Spinnet? You mean Oliver Wood?" Ivy asked before she could control herself.

"Puddlemore United's Keeper, yes." Fred said.

"We went to school with him. He was our Quidditch Captain, before Angie." George added. "We're both his groomsmen, with Harry, and Angie is one of the bridesmaids."

"Wow, that's so cool!" Ivy beamed.

"I'll try to get you an invite, you know. There would be tons if Quidditch players, good for your career." Fred said with a smile.

"Have you found a date for the wedding, dearest brother-in-law?" Angelina asked, clearly thinking of something.

"Nope. I'll show up single, as usual." Fred shrugged.

"Well I've found you a date." She said, throwing an arm around Ivy's shoulder.

"No, no please! You don't have to do that for me." She said quickly.

"Of course we have to! It would be a great experience, meeting all those players." George approved, looking at Fred.

"Yeah, I think we could do that." Fred smiled.

"Okay then, that's settled." George said.

"We'll go now. It's almost dinner time." Angelina added.

"But I lost the race Daddy!" Freddy said sadly, burying his face into his father's chest.

"I have a treat for Freddy, if that's okay?" Ivy asked, looking at George and Angelina for approval, earning nods from them.

Taking her bag back from Fred, she unzipped one of the pockets and dug out a large chocolate bar she'd been saving up for herself.

"Here you go baby. Don't eat too much at once!" She said, handing the chocolate bar to the excited child.

"So that's how you won over him, huh? Cheater." Fred teased, and Ivy gave him a pointed look.

"We'll leave you to set him right." Angelina said, hugging Ivy, and George and Freddy followed. They bid their goodbyes to Fred as well, before disapparating with a crack.

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literaticat · 5 months

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I'm an editor and I've been thinking about putting a "this is how to make my life easier" sheet for agents and I could use an agent opinion to tell if this is going to go over badly. I've noticed especially more seasoned agents don't respond well to being told to do something they don't usually do so idk.

This sheet would include things like these are the genres I never want, this is what I need material wise, this is my timeline so pls don't nudge before X, this is what I always need in every manuscript etc.

Is that too presumptuous? I'm struggling immensely with wasted time because I practically never get correctly targeted submissions paired with the right material and I could be soooo much faster if I did, like I could decline everything in under a week vs months. What do you think?

My first instinct is to say YES PLEASE THAT SOUNDS AMAZING!!! Like a "wishlist +" kind of thing! The more info we have the better. It's not going to stop every agent from sending you bullshit -- but it WILL help the thoughtful agents be even more thoughtful and hopefully result in more targeted submissions and people taking your preferences into account.

So I sat with it for a few to try and suss out why an agent might NOT want this or react badly to this... I think as long as it comes across as genuine -- like "this is what I'm wishing for, this is what I will never like, this is what my workflow looks like, help me help you" -- I can't see anyone having a problem with it, as long as it doesn't come across like you are being bossy or complaining.

("You dum-dum agents never send me what I want so I'm going to give you a lesson on how to do your job" would NOT go over well, in other words! -- but "I'm so excited to connect with you and see great projects -- this is what I'm dying to see, and this is what's NOT a fit, and this is how I prefer to see submissions etc!" is a good thing!)

I'd also suggest, re the nudging, that you set up a sort of canned "auto-response" that you can just plug in -- so when an agent first sends you something you can respond to acknowledge receipt right away and say in that response what your timeline is looking like, when you expect to get back to them, and please don't nudge before then unless there's an offer or something. Honestly that would probably save everyone a lot of headache!

(And then if/when you send a decline, send your wishlist with it!)

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solesurvivorkat · 6 months

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...It's been a long time.

Being a mom of 2 young kids, I'm busy, like... ALL the time. Have been for a long time now. Ever since one of my coworkers retired, I've basically been doing the job of TWO people ('Oh we're going to hire someone to replace him, we promise'... yeah, okay...). It's been non-stop since... God, I don't even remember when.

I finally started getting a bit burnt-out at work, and - longer story short - applied for a different position within the company I work for. And I got it! Granted, I work for an insurance company - it's not wholly interesting (I think, anyway, lol)... but at least I (hopefully) won't feel like I'm on a treadmill, constantly working and not really getting anywhere worthwhile. I haven't started the position yet - I'm still doing my current job until... they tell me otherwise, lol. Supposedly I should be able to start my new job 'soon'... but I've heard that more than once, so who knows when that will really be. At least there will be an end in sight SOMEtime in the (hopefully near) future.

Even now, after all this time... I still think about my writing. About my fics. I know... it's been forever. No one probably even cares anymore, lol. I'm just a tiny bit bummed that stuff got let hanging on all 3 fics and was never finished. :-/ I had such plans for those stories, too. For the characters. Such 'storylines' that I thought were cool, clever.

...Life.

And I still think about the people I used to hang with online from time to time. I haven't forgotten anyone. ...I'm sure some have forgotten me. And that's okay... that happens in life sometimes. Sometimes people are part of your life for a short period of time, and then life just takes you in different directions. I was one of the 'old people' in the group anyway, so even when I fit in, I didn't really 100% fit in. ...But then again, I almost never 100% fit in anywhere anyway, lol. Kind of what happens when you're 'on the spectrum'... it's like being an alien, or being on the other side of a store window watching the people inside. You can still communicate with them (and vice-versa), but... there's still an invisible barrier there.

So... yeah, I dunno, lol. For the first time in what feels like a really, really, REALLY long time, I had a moment at work in which I could actually just sit in my chair and just... 'think'. Reminisce. Remember. ...Think about some of the stuff I miss. The people I used to talk to. The things I used to do. I don't regret having kids, of course (I adore my 'babies' - even in some of their worst, most frustrating & draining moments), but I can't help but remember as I walk by that imaginary glass window... if there's anyone that turns their head and looks back at me, remembers who I was. Wonders how I am. If I'm even a micro-second of a thought.

((So... in the rare chance that anyone comes across this and *IS* still curious - no offense taken if you're not - my son is now 6 & in kindergarten, my daughter is now 2, work & my kids take up almost all of my time. I'm perpetually busy, and don't feel like I have as much energy for 'extra' things like I used to. I still make magnetic glasses toppers - but haven't spent as much time doing that for a bit b/c I've been so drained on a regular basis. I still update my YouTube channel (and want to get back into that more), it's just been slow-going for now.

I'm not unhappy - just very busy and only have so many 'spoons' per day to spend... once I run out of those, I just don't have the ability to get much else done. I know things won't be like this forever - I look forward to changing jobs in the future (again, same company), with the possibility to work from home once I'm trained (someday), which I think will make my life QUITE a bit easier (saving some money on gas, being home more, not getting home from work as late in the day, having an easier time making appointments & such, etc). So... we'll see, I guess.))

#life update #perpetually drained #one day at a time #someday #looking forward to the future #doing my best #doing what I can #always busy #I miss free time

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I'd be interested in hearing about the racial and socioeconomic disparities in hockey.

Ohhh buddy okay, now I want to state the info I have is mainly based on the US hockey system however a lot can be applied to Canada hockey.

So firstly it’s important to acknowledge that hockey is white it just is. Let’s focus on the women’s national teams to give examples A. Cause that’s what I’m most familiar with and B. It’s a small pool so easier to explain. Please any of my lovely hockey friends please correct me on any demographic info I may have incorrect. On the USWNT there is zero black players there have been no black players on a USWNT Hockey roster ever and a soul indigenous player our lovely Abby Roque sadly Abby has only really gotten her footing in the team in the past two or so years meaning up until then the team had been solely white. Now this isn’t shocking really. Hockey is an extremely expensive sport making it inaccessible to many, it also has little outreach. I’ll use my local team for example they do inline street hockey clinics in the community the community is predominantly black young boys. Now they host these clinics which is great they however do nothing to expand these kids interest or desire to learn more so many of these kids are left with the want to learn more without the financial stability to do so leaving many of them without a way to grow meaning they leave the sport all together. USA hockey will host clinics these however are for kids already invested in the sport which does little to help kids interested but without the means.

Up until 2021 there had never been an all black line in an NHL game (thank you Tampa for being the first and hopefully helping young black kids see that this is a sport for them to) the NHL itself is riddled with homophobia,sexism, ableism and racism making it an unwelcoming space for many and sadly a lot of this behavior comes from the fan base making it not the just teams that feel unwelcoming but the fan groups as well. Would you want to be in an environment where a lot of the fans feel unwelcoming?

Canada hockey is in a similar boat having Sarah Nurse be the only player of color on the team. Now I’m not a hundred percent sure what Canada hockey is doing to improve diversity I have seen and heard that they are definitely working on inclusion.

And probably the biggest issue when it comes especially to women playing hockey, there is no sustainable professional league within North America, there is the PWHPA which we support in this household it’s making major moves towards a proper league. There is also the PHF which is just a no they have teams playing in literal shopping malls, players and management have to work full time jobs on top of playing hockey “professionally” this is just unsustainable. The women in that league deserve much better.

So basically Hockey especially Women’s hockey is very much in a place that Women’s soccer was back in the 1990’s - 2010’s that’s why it is something me and many others such as @footygirl114 @usahockeybutmakeitgay @good-f0r-her and @gotham--fc are trying to expand and spread across this platform. The more people engage with particularly the PWHPA and women’s hockey as a whole the more opportunities they will have. Also the more this community engages with hockey as a whole the closer it gets to being even just a little more diversified.

#hockey #uswnt hockey #canwnt hockey

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drkineildwicks · 1 year

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So. When he had sent the robot away and sat there with the intent of letting his lair come crashing down on himself, he wasn’t expecting some glowing llama to intercept with the query of hey bro are you busy and then not wait for an answer. In other news, this was not outside the Pearly Gates and that was not Saint Peter. Also was pretty sure you went either straight up or straight down when you died instead of sideways into a holding cell. Was this Purgatory? Wooden cell and dirt floor wasn’t what he was expecting, but what did he know, he was dead.

Also on the list of things he wasn’t expecting: company.

“So. What are you in for?”

“What?” he blurted, startled by the comment—even more when his eyes adjusted and he realized who his company was. “Wait—Tadashi?”

Yes, yes it was—the startled young man across from him was dirtier and scruffier than the holographic version he had used to trick the younger brother Hiro, definitely looked like he had a close brush with a fire, but not so close as to be in a grave, which was what everyone thought was the final fate of one Tadashi Hamada.

“Okay, first question is how do you know me…second question is what’s so funny,” Tadashi said, eyeing him warily as he started to keel over.

“Oh…oh now I know I’m dead,” Obake wheezed, rubbing at his face—winced at a bowl thrown at his head. “HEY!”

“Did that hurt?” Tadashi asked.

“Yes.”

“Then you’re not dead,” Tadashi reasoned. “Also, for personal reasons I have to ask you if a glowing llama showed up and said hey bro you busy?”

“I was hoping that was just some artefact from my brain shutting down.”

“Nah, reasonably sure we’re still alive—nothing matches up with the descriptions I got,” Tadashi said, looking around. “Hey you’re closer to the door—are those guys still out there?”

Arch an eyebrow, lean against the door and listen. “They seem to be talking.”

“Good, make sure they don’t move,” Tadashi said, moving and flicking his jacket away—blink when he realized it had been covering a hole in the ground.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” Tadashi asked, tossing a handful of dirt at the far corner. “It’d be easier if these guys gave us spoons, but maybe they were expecting that. Hey toss me that bowl back, will you?”

Obake did his best to aim it at Tadashi’s head, missed by a few feet. “Thanks,” Tadashi said, going back to digging. “Pretty sure I’m getting close.”

“I’m curious—what, precisely, is your plan once you’re out?”

“Uhhh run really fast, that seems like a plan.”

Oh good grief. “Do you even know where we are?”

“We’re both in some jail cell, that’s the extent of my knowledge.” Straighten up to squint at him. “By the way, you never answered my first question.”

“What was it?”

“How did you know my name?”

Oi, how to explain this. “I know your brother.”

Tadashi blinked. “Wait—Hiro? How is he? Is he okay?”

Hopefully—he had released the robot with the order to go rescue him in the hopes that something of this utter failure of a day was salvaged. Evaluate Tadashi, who was about his height and had at least ten pounds of muscle on him, decided it was probably a good idea not to go into all that. “It’s my understanding he is.”

“Okay next question how do you know Hiro? No offense, but you seem kind of sus.”

“We’re both in a jail cell, you realize.”

“Yeah, but you got shifty eyes and one of those villain accents.”

“I have what.”

“Villain accents—me and a friend of mine, Fred, we were talking about different shows one day and we agreed that villains tend to have certain accents.”

“You’re judging me based on some stupid show you watched.”

“I notice you didn’t deny the shifty eyes.”

“Says the man busy digging his way out of his jail cell.”

“Touche,” Tadashi said, going back to that job. “So how do you know Hiro?”

Oh, little things—tormenting the boy for constantly snafuing his plans, eventually swinging around to testing him to see if he was worth investing in, trying to turn him to Obake’s side, eventually losing to him when he undid all his best-laid plans…that sort of thing. Pictured the end result of telling Tadashi all this, decided to keep it to himself. “We crossed paths one day.” Which wasn’t a lie.

“Crossed paths right let me guess you two met bot-fighting.”

Obake shrugged, not deigning that one with an answer.

“Okay next question…wait why am I the one asking all the questions here?”

“You feel a need to fill the silence?” Obake guessed. “Here’s one for you: how long have you been here?” Since the fire at least and that was a good six months ago.

“I don’t know, I lost track,” Tadashi said, gesturing to a far wall. Obake looked, saw a lot of tally marks marring it. “Mostly the people here open this like, slot in the door and glare in—I’ve been having to save this for at night but hopefully with a second guy keeping an eye out.” Pointedly look at him…Obake sighed, glanced out a thin crack in the wood.

“I don’t see anything.”

“Might be lunchtime—they’ll be coming back soon to throw in some bread and stuff and that’s about it. Okay, next question: name.”

Oi. “Obake.”

“Seriously? Ghost? No last name? First name?”

Not since he had decided to abandon his old identity, no. “None that you’re getting.”

“Oh, oh you definitely met Hiro while bot-fighting,” Tadashi groused, digging with renewed fervor. “Let me guess, I get abducted by shiny Kuzco and he goes right back to misbehaving.”

“You’ll be happy to know he decided to take up your annoying good streak.”

“That is good news. So you know about me through him then?”

Close enough. “Yes.”

“Well—hey!” Tadashi gasped. “I’m through! I’m under!” Snatch up his jacket, shrug it on. “Come on.”

Blink. “And go where?”

“Who cares? Anywhere’s better than right here, right? Unless you got someplace else to be.”

Not particularly. And did he really want to go anywhere? Maybe this was his fate, his end reward. He had been perfectly willing to end it all….

But watching Tadashi squirm his way out to freedom, seeing the sun shining in…no. No whatever this was, he wasn’t staying here.

Tadashi was waiting on the other side, helped drag him out and upright. “Okay let’s go!”

Go was going to be a trick—Obake had never been a fan of the active lifestyle, had old injuries that made running difficult—had a massive stitch in his side by the time Tadashi had pulled twenty feet ahead, was wheezing in pain when Tadashi stopped at the end of a row of wood houses to peek around the corner…boy he hoped he was on the track team.

“Are you okay?” Tadashi asked when he finally reached him, collapsing heavily against the wall.

“Not good at running,” he managed to get out.

Tadashi made a noise somewhere in his throat, looked out. “There’s a gate there, but there’s guards.” Look around, duck down, pop back up with a rock. “Lemme see if I can’t distract them.”

Fine, do that—look around as Tadashi pitched it and ducked back—everything looked brand-new, like it had been just built…but it also looked better suited to some period way back in Japan’s history. “Tadashi….”

“Okay they’re gone let’s go.” Grabbed Obake and hauled him out, running for all he was worth. In other news, right now Obake felt like he was worth about two cents.

“YES we’re out keep going!” Tadashi cheered, rounding a bend down the dirt road—not liking this, not liking this, this could not possibly be anywhere near San Fransokyo….

The road dead-ended at a beach.

“Oh come on!” Tadashi gusted as Obake collapsed in the sand. “We must have missed a turn—hey are you okay?”

Obake flopped a hand weakly, intending to answer that question when he wasn’t in danger of seeing some internal organ.

“Okay…wait maybe there’s a boat somewhere lemme see if I can’t find one—hold on,” Tadashi barked. Yeah, you do that. Roll over a little to get off sore ribs, focus on breathing and hoping it got less painful soon….

“Cynda.”

“Nnh…I thought you were getting a boat,” Obake muttered, trying to bat away Tadashi poking him.

“Cynda cynda!” Okay the jumping on him was not appreciated—

Nor was opening his eyes and seeing some…shrew-badger thing hopping off him as he rolled over.

“Okay I found some oars so a boat has to be somewhere—is that a Cyndaquil?” Tadashi asked, stopping dead at the sight of the thing sitting next to Obake.

“Rowl,” something perched on the boathouse noised, flying down to land on Tadashi’s head and startling him into tripping and falling—something small and blue waddled over to poke at him.

“Please tell me you grabbed the oars,” Obake said, scuttling over to Tadashi popping up and away from the blue thing. The shrew-thing followed—wait Tadashi had called it a Cyndaquil that sounded familiar—

“Wait,” Tadashi said, pointing. “That’s an Oshawott and a Rowlet! These are Pokémon!”

“Come again?”

Tadashi snatched up the blue thing as the owl thing landed on his head, turning it over like he was expecting to see bolts somewhere. “These are Pokémon! You know, gotta catch ‘em all? You can’t live in this century if you haven’t heard of Pokémon, they don’t give you your social security card otherwise.”

“The little video game monsters?”

“Yeah those—okay sorry,” Tadashi said, letting go of the squirming blue thing. “That—these are real. These are real Pokémon are we dead?” Obake socked him in the arm in response. “Okay we’re not dead or dreaming yes—”

“There you are!” some older man with an unfortunate hat said, running over and doing just barely better at the exercise than Obake had. “You three…haaa…really need to stop taking off like that…thank you, by the way, for stopping them.”

"You can thank us by giving us a boat,” Obake said, pulling his leg up away from the Cyndaquil.

“These are Pokémon,” Tadashi said, taking the owl-thing off his head to hold up.

“They are indeed!” the man said, straightening up. “And I would if I could, but our last boat got smashed by a Gyarados a while back.”

Tadashi dropped the owl in his lap to grab Obake and start shaking. “There’s Gyarados—they have Gyarados.”

The man, meanwhile, was looking them over, unfortunately. “What are you two doing out here? Do you have any Pokémon for protection?”

“We get Pokémon?”

“Get off me,” Obake said, pushing Tadashi off. “We’re fleeing an untenable position.” Shoot a glance at the Cyndaquil. “And no, we don’t have any of those.”

“Well I can’t deny that that describes most people here,” the man said, crossing his arms. “But I’m forgetting my manners—I’m Professor Laventon. These are Rowlet, Oshawott, and Cyndaquil, who behave when they feel like it.”

Tadashi popped up with the owl tucked under an arm, dragged Obake up with him. “I’m Tadashi, this is Obake,” he said, eyeing this Laventon fellow like he had suddenly turned into Santa Claus. “They’re Grass, Water and Fire for types, right?”

“Oho, someone else who knows something about Pokémon!” Laventon said, beaming. “And those two—they’re never that well-behaved around strangers. Maybe they should go with you if you don’t have any Pokémon.”

“Really?”

“Certainly! Their balls are back at my lab, though.”

“Tadashi,” Obake said sternly. “We were leaving. The only place his lab would be is that village we just left.”

“Wait, you’re leaving Jubilife?” Laventon asked. “And going where?”

“San Fransokyo,” Tadashi said—blinked. “Wait did you say Jubilife?”

“I’ve never heard of such a place,” Laventon said, pondering this. “It must be very far away…and if you’re going off on your own you definitely need the protection a Pokémon partner can give you.”

Tadashi gave Obake a sort of desperate puppy-dog look. “Tadashi,” Obake said sternly. “Have you ever heard of the story of the monkeys that escaped the zoo and were lured back in through the promise of peanuts?”

“This is so much better than peanuts though,” Tadashi insisted, holding the owl up. “Look at this this is an actual. Rowlet. Like this isn’t a robot it’s a living breathing thing look it has feathers.”

“You must be from somewhere far away,” Laventon decided. “Come on, this won’t take long.”

“No, it won’t,” Obake sighed, allowing himself to be dragged back to town by Tadashi. Great.

...

As expected, there were issues.

“No, no, no,” a woman who vaguely reminded Obake of Granville said, raging at Laventon from behind her desk. “You are not giving two criminals Pokémon!”

“What’d we do?” Tadashi demanded.

“Existed,” Obake told him.

“This is a good question,” Laventon told the woman.

The woman squirmed a bit. “Well…look at them—do those outfits scream outstanding citizen to you?”

“They’ve already explained to me that they’re from a region known as San Fransokyo.”

“Actually San Fransokyo is a city,” Tadashi told him. “It’s in California.”

“Oh—they’re from the California Region. Have you ever heard of such a place, Cyllene?”

“Has it ever occurred to you that they could be lying?” the woman Cyllene demanded.

“Yes, but Pokémon are excellent judges of character,” Laventon said, pointing at the Rowlet sitting on Tadashi’s shoulder and the Cyndaquil that hadn’t left Obake’s side, much to his chagrin. “Jubilife is supposed to be a place of new chances, Cyllene, you know that.”

Cyllene grimaced. “So you’re going to let them take a couple of Pokémon and run off? Do you know how much work it took to get those two?”

“You could give us a Pokédex too and call it a day,” Tadashi suggested.

Laventon looked sharply at him. “What do you know of the Pokédex?”

“It’s like a Pokémon encyclopedia, right?” Tadashi asked, apparently oblivious to Cyllene frantically motioning no no no—

“It’s my life’s work! My goal in coming out here was to complete the world’s first Pokédex and bridge the gap between Pokémon and humans!”

“Well—first?”

“That’s how we’ll do it,” Laventon said brightly, rounding on Cyllene. “We give these boys the Pokémon, and in exchange they work for me for a while as field researchers. Does that sound like a plan?”

“That implies we’ll have to give them room and board, and is predicated on the assumption that they won’t run away the first chance they get,” Cyllene said, shooting them a suspicious glance. Which, fair.

Tadashi, meanwhile, was tapping Laventon on the shoulder. “What does this job entail?”

“Going out and taking notes on Pokémon,” Laventon said, ticking things off on his fingers. “Studying the moves they use and how they use them, catching Pokémon—”

“How many?”

“How many? Well as many as it takes, I suppose. Ideally at least one of each, it might take more for the longitudinal studies—”

Obake could tell he had lost Tadashi on the escape plan. “How does one leave this place?” he asked Cyllene.

“Death,” she said. “Alternatively there’s a supply boat, but it’s not due back for another year. Or you could take your chances in the wilderness,” she added, expression saying please do.

Obake sighed, looked at Tadashi giving him that desperate puppy-dog look again. “Fine,” he spat. “I don’t see as how we have much choice.” For now, he added quietly.

“We’ll do it,” Tadashi told Laventon, spinning around so fast he had to put a hand up to balance the Rowlet.

“Well, I can’t say I’d be too disappointed being out these two if they fail,” Cyllene sighed, relenting under Laventon’s hopeful glare. “Fine, fine—give me a name, we need something to carve on your tombstone,” she said, grabbing a pen.

“Obake,” Obake said, sharing her sentiments on the matter. Glance over at Tadashi, who had drawn himself up—struck him with how much he resembled Hiro in that moment.

“My name is Tadashi Hamada,” Tadashi declared. “And I’m gonna need a hat.”

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More Pokémon

More BH6

In the ongoing saga of Obake and Tadashi get Isekai’ed…might start doing some writing to go along with it, mostly for the end of the sections. As such, have how the boys got together in the first place! Obake is not amused and Tadashi is quoting Kung-Fu Panda 2 and other assorted movies.

In other news, apparently there was at least one instance of monkeys escaping an enclosure and being bribed back with treats, which is what Obake is referencing here. But COME ON, it’s Pokémon! They exist! Don’t judge him!

Find it on eclipse here, as always please be kind and reblog, not repost, thank you! :D

Done in Adobe Photoshop.

#bh6 #pokemon #big hero 6 #big hero six #pokemon legends arceus #big hero 6 the series #big hero six the series #obake and tadashi get isekai'ed #obake #tadashi #adobe photoshop #my art #my writing #professor laventon #cyllene #laventon's like 'free labor!' and cyllene is like 'cheap executions'#bh6 month #bh6 month 2023 #have a full-on fanfic oneshot for this goofy series of mine

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