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[fleetingvow]

‘ BITTER SOLITUDE .

Wednesday Addams x Female Reader.

SYNOPSIS. wednesday has always loved being alone. she enjoyed the company of solitude and the opportunity for something haunted in the eerie silence, but somehow your presence was missing. did she do something wrong? ( 4.33k words )

WARNINGS. angst, usage of profanities, this is unproofread. spoiler to those who haven’t watched it yet. english is not the author’s first language. the timeline is a bit off. confession under the rain.

NOTE. written in third person’s omniscient point of view.

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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗦 𝗢𝗙 the typewriter halted. Enid had gone somewhere Wednesday didn’t care enough to acknowledge, resulting in the silence of the room that only whispered words of insanity inside her head — silent insanity. She turned her head to spot Thing settled on her dark bed, reading a travelogue magazine he found from Enid’s drawer, turning its pages tediously.

“Are you sure you gave her the note?” Wednesday monotonously questioned as Thing only answered a ‘yes’ with a tap of his finger on the sheets. Her eyes darted on the typewriter again, contemplating whether to use it or leave it alone for a while in order to wait for y/n with full concentration.

But she knew y/n’s presence won’t grace the room no matter how much anyone — most especially, Thing, would pine for it. She narrowed her dark eyes and tightened her jaw as she settled in her train of thoughts.

She used to like this state of living. She was alone or with Thing, but there was silence. The only thing that would bounce back to her ears was the sound of the typewriter clicking and Thing’s magazine pages turning. She loved solitude — lived for it, or perhaps the young Addams would even die for it, because of how much it was a rare luxury for her in Nevermore, but ever since she laid her eyes on a specific girl and her foot set in the divided room, she had grown used to the constant whines of invites to go outside and do some extracurricular activities that Wednesday either found too easy, boring, or stupid.

Y/N often complained about the homeworks they would get stacked with. She would normally curse at the teacher who gave it without a care in the world whether Wednesday heard or not. She felt comfortable enough to express her unnecessary emotions, as Addams would describe it, in the room with the half colourful and half devoid of hues window. She would wreak havoc and play games with Thing, gossip with him, and have a therapy session with him.

Wednesday was used to it, but she never wanted to admit it. Of course she didn’t. Because somehow, y/n had become part of the solitude that Wednesday found convenient even though she wouldn’t admit it aloud or even at all.

She argued that her presence was unlike any other that she found aggravating. That Wednesday didn’t have to put any effort in order to satisfy y/n’s needs in the established — friendship? Were they friends?

“Thing, why isn’t she here?” She asked again through gritted teeth, only gaining an ‘I don’t know’ from her companion.

No, she wasn’t her friend.

But if she wasn’t, why did her absence affect her so? Wednesday found it unsettling, and so unlike her dark cold self. Her eyes peeking through her eyelashes only narrowed even more, and much to her disgust, she wanted to do something about it.

Thing interrupted and made a few gestures, tapping, swinging, and folding his fingers to the girl who got more and more upset as she followed through with what he said.

“I sometimes wish that I don’t understand what you’re telling me,” she replied. “And it’s impossible that she would get upset over my silence. I’m always cold and silent. She should know that she signed up for it before being my . . . acquaintance.” Even without a certain tone in her statement, Thing could sense the venom in her voice. Y/N’s absence did tick Wednesday off.

He gestured, but before he could finish, she spoke again, “Finish that sentence, and I will pull out your nails and skin your fingers alive one at a time.”

Thing knew he crossed a line there. Why else would she threaten his nails?

The wooden floor suddenly creaked as Wednesday stood up from her chair, the typewriter long-forgotten in her wake to venture outside the room with a plan to confront her missing acquaintance.

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Wednesday knew where to usually find y/n, but much to her dismay, she wasn’t in Weathervane. Tyler hadn’t seen her either. The young Addams found him quite stubborn yet persuasive, but she had to decline his offer of coffee. She had pressing matters to tend to.

Y/N wasn’t with Enid. She wasn’t with Yoko and Divina either, nor Bianca. She wasn’t seen by Xavier the whole day, and her roommate mentioned her rush to go out of the room earlier in the fine Saturday morning.

This was suspicious to Wednesday. Y/N was always with either of them in Weathervane, the library, the field, or Xavier’s haven for his art. Where could she be? She shouldn’t be out and about when there’s a monster on the loose, ready to cut someone’s throat.

“You really don’t want her to see you?” Xavier questioned.

“No. I’m surprised she’s even out there looking for me,” Y/N replied, stroking the hued brush on the canvas. “But then again, it’s Wednesday. She’s probably only looking for me because she needs something.”

“She still thinks I’m the monster, honestly.”

“Well, you do have a lot of drawings of the monster for someone who isn’t it, but I guess I should trust you. Maybe more than I should trust Wednesday from now on.”

Xavier turned to her, eyebrows furrowing in bewilderment. He took the towel near his latest work and wiped his fingers, “I’m curious.”

“What?”

“What did Wednesday do to you? Why did you say all those things you said earlier?”

She shrugged and continued to smudge the blank paint on the canvas. She hated that the colour reminded her of the certain goth girl that made her feel things she shouldn’t be, but could she ever help it? Wednesday was a friend, but the circumstances now said otherwise.

“I won’t tell her.”

“Even if you did, would she care?” She asked bitterly without turning to Xavier, only paying attention to the work she was aimlessly doing.

“Y/N.”

“She didn’t do anything bad. It’s just — ”

“She didn’t do anything, did she?”

Y/N scoffed and stopped her work, looking up at the canvas with a sigh of defeat, “That’s exactly what she did.” She turned to him and set the brush aside, sardonically letting out a chuckle, “Ironic, yes?”

“I’m not sure I follow.”

Was she not that obvious enough? Y/N thought she’d done her best to make anyone notice her actions when she was around Wednesday. She wanted them to know so that they could help her with her because she knew she didn’t have the guts to ask them directly, ‘Hey, can you help me with Wednesday?’ Because she found it pathetic. Wednesday obviously wanted someone who could speak their mind and have similarities with her interests, and if she found y/n to be so pathetic enough to ask, what was the chance that the young Addams would even look at her in a different light?

“Y/N, I really can’t help you if I don’t understand what’s going on. Wednesday’s already a puzzle. I’m not sure if I can solve her and you at the same time. She’s not doing anything which is upsetting you because? Maybe my brain’s just a little rusty, but could you elabor — ”

Taking deep breaths in and out weren’t enough. She had to be straightforward with saying what she truly meant with her careful words, “God, Xavier! I want her to notice me!”

“But she does notice you, y/n.”

“You don’t get it.”

“I do. Trust me, I do.”

She shook her head, took the cobbler apron off and hung it on the frame of the canvas, not caring whether the paint had dried off or not. “Thank you for letting me in here and rant to you, Xavier.”

“What? Where are you going?”

“I think I just need a little moment to be alone now,” she mumbled and smiled. Xavier thought y/n had always been good at smiling at everything. If witchcraft was told to be her greatest gift, it was not. Smiling was.

But now he wasn’t sure.

Y/N thought her smiling at everything was a curse. It made her bottle what was truly in her chest.

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It was as if the day wanted to make everything harder for her as she found herself on Enid’s bed, lying quietly on her stomach with Thing on her side, turning the pages of the lotion options on the brochure y/n gave and promised to buy for him if he ever chose one. It seemed hard to be away from Wednesday, but she was about to accomplish her task of ignoring her completely when Enid decided it was nice to invite her to her room only to ditch her as a part of an elaborate plan.

Jokes on her, y/n knew what she was doing. When she said she wanted help, she didn’t mean now. She was too clouded with anger and teenage angst that she wasn’t in the mood to confront the busy as ever Wednesday Addams.

“Where were you?” Wednesday suddenly asked, not stopping from typing words into the typewriter.

“Xavier’s.”

“He said he did not see you the whole day.”

“And what does that make him?” The girl next to Thing inquired, her voice ice and cold. If Wednesday’s cold shoulder existed, y/n’s was much colder than an atlantic iceberg: She tried to shake it off, but she knew her well. She knew something was wrong, and it had to do with her.

“A liar, no less.”

“A friend.”

Wednesday didn’t respond any longer. It was futile to try to ease the tension in the room, and she had to not care or she would let her get in the way of her clear thinking. She was nearing the edge of the monster mystery in the woods, and she was sure it was Xavier, but there was no specific evidence. Her fingers typed aggressively again on the metal contraption, thinking about what they must have been discussing in his shed, what image they painted on the canvas, what disgusting expression on their faces they used while being near each other.

“Something’s on your mind,” Y/N suddenly stated. “Thing, could you go and ask Enid to come here?” She whispered to the pale hand as it crawled outside the room, leaving her and Wednesday alone.

There was no answer from the raven-haired girl. Now she was giving her the cold shoulder. Y/N has had enough thinking it was her fault. She sighed and stood up from the colourful bed, putting on the pair of black loafers she owned for when she went to class. Turning to the door to leave, Wednesday suddenly spoke.

“Everyone was worried.”

Y/N turned her head to her direction. She was still writing. She didn’t know exactly how to feel after the sudden statement. Should she be happy? Why did she feel slightly relieved? Could it mean that Wednesday cared for her? Maybe Xavier was right. Maybe she did get noticed by the certain girl. She wanted to smile, she wanted to ask, she wanted to keep asking more and more. This was her now. Living off a three worded sentence that came out of the Addams’ black painted lips.

“Were you?” Y/N questioned.

She did not respond again. It became a habit of Wednesday, but this one took a little longer than usual. Y/N did not budge from the door, though. She wanted an answer from her. At this point, she was desperate for a sign of anything, giving meanings to simple things only to confuse herself again.

Could Wednesday be holding herself back from giving her a transparent response?

“No.”

Y/N’s hopeful thoughts suddenly shut down as a bad flip on her heart created a shattering pound, dropping the beating chamber on the knots of her tied stomach. Her eyes slightly blinked in disappointment, licking her dry lips to provide moisture as she defeatedly glanced at the girl who had her back facing her.

“Wednesday, did you ever see me as a friend or anything more than just someone you’d talk to on certain occasions just because you needed something at all?”

The clicks stopped just as the door slammed shut behind Y/N, leaving Wednesday to sit on a conundrum of what she’d done wrong and what mistakes she’s been making.

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SUNDAY. Wednesday didn’t like the Sunday activities that Nevermore had planned for its students. She hated it more when she didn’t spot y/n amongst the crowd in the field. She wanted to say she didn’t notice her absence, but she deemed herself too busy to worry about the little things.

She did catch a glimpse of her on the clear afternoon in the path of Xavier’s shade. She wanted to gauge out her own eyes and vomit acid on them.

After her question the previous night, she hasn’t been able to get a clear grip of her mind to write her novel.

Y/N was an absolute distraction that she was glad to finally get rid of.

MONDAY. Wednesday thought she was over it, but the temporary absence of the girl in her mind was cut short when her sharp eyes spotted her in the corridor, her signature extras on her style standing out as she walked alongside her roommate who rambled things y/n found funny enough to laugh at.

Much to her dismay, her shoulder brushed past hers, causing both of them to stop and look back at each other.

The young Addams didn’t know which was the twist of a curved knife: Was it the fact that she was wearing pastel nail polish or her? Was it the fact that y/n looked at where she was going again and recovered too quickly? She didn’t know anymore whether the question referred to the encounter or some other things, but it was making her blood boil.

TUESDAY. That night, Wednesday enjoyed the midnight breeze and performed one of her cello solos in front of the silver moon and the mist in the sky accompanied by the over-observant stars. She wanted to scream, but she never screamed. She didn’t like shouting or being vocally loud. So, the only outlet? Music. She wanted it to be more grim, angrier, louder, and better. She didn’t care who or what heard. She was getting sick of the thoughts inside her head that she wanted to drown it all out by focusing on one thing.

However, no matter what she did, nothing seemed to cure it. Every twist of the tunes on the cello only reminded her of y/n's laughter from the distance, her eyes crinkling as she listened to the stories of someone else, meddling in their business. Y/N shouldn’t care about the peanut butter that her roommate got on her shirt — she shouldn’t even care about anyone at all. Why should she? How could she? The tune got more aggressive, making the hairs of her body stand, feeling the rhythm of her disdain.

Her face wouldn’t get out of her head. The more she wanted it out, the more it became vibrant and clearer, more stubborn to push away. Just like Y/N in the span of days and weeks that she knew her. She had always been there, not leaving her side. Wednesday never acknowledged her or anyone so much, and she knew it put people off, but not her. Not until —

Wednesday frowned.

Not until that day y/n asked — no, practically begged her to come to Weathervane because she said she had something important to say.

The music ended. Thing sat on the stand and made a gesture. The girl knew what he was asking about. Now it was clear for Wednesday. She had never been oblivious, but the fact that she never acknowledged anything that had to do with y/n when she was constantly pining for her already made her much of a fool than she thought. That’s why she asked her the question a few nights before.

Y/N was under the impression that Wednesday never cared, or that she failed to see her.

Which, if she was frankly speaking, she did fail yet foolishly at that. Wednesday wanted her own space, her own time, her own pace. Y/N wanted an action, and she knew she couldn’t give her that. Their differences were setting each of them aside, away from each other, but now that it was clear, Wednesday knew exactly what to do.

Even if she found it most humanly pathetic.

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WEDNESDAY. Surely the afternoon rain was not the right weather for archery, but y/n needed the comfort of the serrated edges of the arrows whipping past the air. The rain was just a bonus. Her thumb brushed past her ear as she blinked, concentrating on the dead centre of the target. Before she let the nock go, she felt a presence almost as dead as her grandmother on her side.

“I didn’t know rain and violence enticed you.”

Startled, y/n turned her head to look at the origin of the voice, letting go of her shot as it hit the centre with a sound. She sighed and gave her a warning look before she spoke, “It’s about to get more violent if you don’t step aside, Wednesday.”

“You’re getting better at your threats.” Wednesday plainly stated, earning a scoff from the girl who held the arrow on her side. “Hello, Y/N. Your archery is impressive.”

Did she do it right? Did she give a nice compliment? Will she take it well? Wednesday would owe Thing if it worked, but she’ll decapitate a piece of his finger if it didn’t. She didn’t know if she was in the right mind or was y/n looking more goddess-like under the stormy clouds.

Her hair was wet with rain falling down on her face. Still, her eyes sparked a feeling in Wednesday’s chest, something that got right up her throat that she swallowed immediately to refrain. She looked at her up and down, noticing how the lustrous shine of the weather made her seem like she was the weather.

“Get to the point, Addams. If you’re kissing my ass for a favour, it’s not going to work.”

Y/N wasn’t making it easy for her. She was going off what Thing told her she would say, and it was making the whole situation difficult to surpass. What should she say now? If she went out with the truth, how pathetic would she look?

Wednesday defied feelings.

But could she now? Especially when it was the truth, and Y/N was staring right at her face, flushing a certain disgusting colour on her cheeks that she hated and swore never to let on her skin. The deathly cold temperature of her body was running hot from the look she was giving her. Her Uncle Fester was surely away, but she felt electric sensations stabbing her insides. As much as she loved stabbing, she would like it better if she was the one holding the knife.

“You’re wasting my time — ”

“I did notice you, even from the very beginning that the page of my life in Nevermore turned. That was until I got preoccupied by what was hiding in the forest, seeking its next victim. I feared that I will destroy this school to ruins, hurt the people I do not care about, and the people I tolerate.” Wednesday suddenly started. She walked closer to the girl who ruled the archery grounds and continued, “I admit I lost sight of you since then. Hence why I’m here. To apologise to you for my irresponsibility.”

The lack of emotion in her voice would have ruined the whole speech, but for y/n, it was the lack of something else. She was expecting her to tell her more, rather than just a simple sentiment that left her hanging whether Wednesday reciprocated her feelings or not. However, she understood completely that no matter how many days, weeks, months, and years that she planned to ignore the certain Addams, she would never manage to have her see her in the way she wanted. A ‘no’ is a ‘no’ after all, even if it was delivered indirectly and unpolished.

Y/N nodded and turned to the target halfway when Wednesday spoke again, noticing the deprivation of enlightenment in the speech she gave. The girl in the darker uniform sighed and looked down, unable to meet the eyes of the girl before her as she questioned, “The day you told me you had something important to say, what was it?”

“Does it matter? You didn’t care enough to show up and know.”

That caused a slight intoxicating heartache that made her come to her senses and feel the searing gaze of the girl. “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to join you, but now that I realise the gravity of the matter, I wish to know what you wanted to say.”

“You have an idea as to what it was.” Y/N was tougher to crack this time around.

“But I want your enlightenment, y/n.” But Wednesday was more stubborn than she ought to be.

“You really won’t leave me alone for shit, won’t you?”

“Not unless you tell me.”

Y/N’s furrowed eyebrows only met again closely. She threw the bow down to the ground and marched past Wednesday, not wanting to tell her what it was or it will make her look pathetic again. If she told her, she wouldn’t be able to help herself. How would it look when a deep-feeling person cried in front of someone who didn’t give a fuck about anything?

“Y/N.”

“Wednesday, you’ve done enough damage and I’m trying to stay the fuck away from you and steer clear out of your way but you keep appearing with your stupid braids!” She exclaimed exasperatedly. “You just see me when you need me for something. You don’t notice me like you said you have. You never looked at me in the perspective that could show more of what I could be! You never see more than someone to satisfy your convenience, and if I’m just that, just a speck of dust on your shoe, just leave me be, okay?”

That was it. Wednesday never saw her this angry before, but the displeasure of emotion it brought felt well-deserved to herself. After all, she was the reason for it.

“Because I’m tired of throwing myself to someone— you, and not see it being given an answer to. If you wanted me to stop, you could have said so, but no. You never truly noticed, did you?” Y/N’s voice cracked, and there she knew, she had to keep it brief before she started embarrassing herself before Wednesday. The girl who never cried ever since she reaised it never did anything. “That day I invited you to Weathervane, I intended it to be something more than friends would do. I wanted to tell you how I felt around you, because you were a part of everything I did ever since I started showing up in your dorm every single day and saw so much of you from afar. The mood I get from you affects the whole day ahead. I was fascinated about how you knew so much yet also knew so little. You never truly realised how perfect you are in every single aspect, and even the tainted side, I embraced it all, because that was how willing I was to devote myself to you. I knew I wouldn’t have a shot because even if I knew how you’d take a three-minute break from writing or which type of drink you’d usually order, I don’t know anything about you. I don’t even know if you liked people like me. Fuck, do you even like girls at all? I don’t know, because do you even want me to know y—”

Wednesday has had enough of her angry outburst slash teenage angst confession under the rain slash rant, because now that the letters of each words have reached her ears and processed in her head, and her heart pounded in sync with the cello solo constantly playing in the back of her mind, she felt impatient with waiting for the end of Y/N’s dramatic confession.

Impatient that she couldn’t wait another second to march forward, aggressively pull her by the collar and crash her lips against hers, taking the girl by surprise as Wednesday pulled away shortly after before mumbling, “You always talked too much.”

“Wait, does that mean—?”

Wednesday wanted to roll her eyes, but her emotionless stare at Y/N’s face already gave the answer the girl was looking for, as well as another surprising kiss that warmed their bodies in the cold misty weather, hearing one another’s hearts go wild inside their chests like birds begging to be freed into the wild.

Wednesday hated teenage angst, but now maybe there was a part of it she tolerated.

Suddenly, a squawk from the distance was heard, followed by a crow falling right next to them, causing the two to pull away and look.

Y/N could have sworn Wednesday smiled, but she was quick to recover from the plague of crescent lips.

“In case you were wondering, that was a sign of approval from my dead ancestors.” The young Addams informed.

She wasn’t sure why y/n didn’t scream or take what she said before back and say she regretted it all, but Wednesday liked the circumstance as it was.

It was just her and y/n, the dead crow on the archery field, and the peculiar teenage outcast angst under the cliché rain.

“If you tell the others any vivid details about this, I will kill you, calcify your heart and keep it in my drawer.”

“I’d like to see you try, Mary Shelley.”

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[violetduchess]

How they confess:

Summary:

CW: Unnecessary amounts of cheese, usage of the 'name' MC, fluff

Character(s): Demon Brothers

1. Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride: Lucifer would choose a private and serene moment to confess his feelings. He would express his love in a composed and eloquent manner, showcasing his refined nature. His confession would be sincere and heartfelt, revealing a vulnerable side that he rarely lets others see.

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You found yourself in the grand study of the Demon Lord's Castle, alone with Lucifer. The room was adorned with ancient tomes, polished furniture, and a serene ambiance that matched his composed demeanor. The soft glow of candlelight illuminated the space, creating an intimate atmosphere.

Lucifer stood before the towering bookshelves, his piercing gaze focused on you. His usual air of authority was tinged with a vulnerability that made your heart flutter. Taking a deep breath, he broke the silence, his voice filled with a mixture of resolve and affection.

"MC," he began, his tone both gentle and commanding, "there is something I need to express to you."

You felt a shiver run down your spine as his words hung in the air, anticipation building in your chest. You met his gaze, finding solace in the depths of his dark eyes.

He took a step closer, his presence overwhelming yet comforting. "Since the day you arrived in the Devildom, you have been a beacon of light amidst the chaos. Your unwavering spirit and ability to inspire those around you... I find myself drawn to you in a way I never thought possible."

His words were carefully chosen, each one holding weight and meaning. The gravity of his confession resonated in the room, filling it with an undeniable tension.

Lucifer continued, his voice growing softer. "You have shown me a different side of myself, one that I thought was lost forever. With you, I have learned to embrace vulnerability, to recognize the strength in allowing others to share my burdens."

As he spoke, his hand reached out, hesitating for a moment before gently cupping your cheek. The touch was both electrifying and tender, sending a surge of warmth through your entire being.

"MC, I cannot deny the depth of my feelings any longer. I love you," he confessed, his voice laced with sincerity. "Every thought, every action, every decision... it revolves around you. You have become the center of my universe."

The weight of his words settled upon you, a realization that Lucifer, the proud and powerful Avatar of Pride, had chosen this vulnerable moment to bare his heart. His confession was a rare glimpse into his true emotions, a testament to the significance you held in his life.

Your heart swelled with a mixture of gratitude, affection, and a deep-rooted love for the demon before you. Without uttering a single word, you reached out and clasped his hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

In that silent exchange, the unspoken emotions between you spoke volumes. The bond between you and Lucifer transcended words, solidifying the connection you had forged in the face of adversity.

With a gentle smile, he leaned forward, his forehead touching yours. The closeness of your proximity was both electrifying and comforting, a perfect fusion of strength and vulnerability.

"Thank you for accepting my confession," Lucifer whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of relief and joy. "I promise to protect you, to cherish you, and to guide you through whatever challenges lie ahead."

As his words washed over you, you found solace in the realization that you had both chosen this path together. United by love, trust, and a shared destiny, you embarked on a journey that would forever intertwine your soul.

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2. Mammon, the Avatar of Greed: Mammon's confession would be a whirlwind of emotions. He would stumble over his words, his face turning a shade of crimson as he nervously babbles about his feelings. Despite his pride, Mammon would display a genuine and endearing vulnerability, making his confession all the more adorable.

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You found yourself lying in bed, the moon casting a soft glow through your window. Sleep evaded you as thoughts of Mammon lingered in your mind. Unable to shake the restlessness, you reached for your phone and sent him a hesitant text at the late hour.

"Hey, Mammon... Are you awake?"

Seconds ticked by, and just as you were beginning to think that he might have been asleep, a message appeared on your screen.

"Course I'm awake! Ain't no sleepin' when you're on my mind, ya know?"

A blush crept onto your cheeks at his response. His words were as bold and unfiltered as ever, but they held a warmth that made your heart flutter. Gathering your courage, you typed out your next message.

"Can I come over? I can't seem to sleep, and I just need someone to be with right now."

You hit send, unsure of what to expect. But moments later, you heard a gentle knock on your door. Surprised and intrigued, you hurriedly made your way to open it.

Standing there, illuminated by the dim hallway light, was Mammon. His usually disheveled hair was surprisingly neat, and his eyes held a mix of concern and tenderness. Without a word, he held out his hand, inviting you into his embrace.

Wordlessly, you stepped into his arms, finding comfort in his familiar scent and the steady beat of his heart against your ear. He closed the door behind you, cocooning you both in a bubble of warmth and safety.

You stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other's presence, finding solace in the silence. The weight of the world seemed to melt away as Mammon held you close, his touch speaking volumes. You could feel his affection and adoration, unspoken but deeply felt.

Finally, Mammon broke the silence, his voice softer than usual, tinged with vulnerability.

"MC... I don't know how to say this without messin' it up, but... I've been keepin' this feeling to myself for so long. You mean more to me than anyone else in the whole damn Devildom. I can't imagine my life without you, and I don't wanna hide it anymore. I... I love you, MC."

His words hung in the air, enveloping you in a tender embrace of emotions. Your heart swelled with a mixture of surprise, joy, and an overwhelming sense of reciprocation.

With a smile that radiated warmth, you looked up at him and whispered, "Mammon, I love you too. You're a constant source of laughter and light in my life, and I can't imagine being without you either."

Mammon's eyes widened with delight, and a grin spread across his face, lighting up the room. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, his touch filled with a newfound tenderness.

"I'm not good with fancy words or any of that crap, but I promise I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy, MC. From now on, you're gonna be my number one, my treasure."

And in that moment, as Mammon held you close, his confession of love etched into your memory, you knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey together—a journey filled with laughter, mischief, and a love that would conquer any obstacle that came your way.

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3. Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy: Leviathan would choose a heartfelt and sincere approach to confess his feelings. He might write a love letter or create a personalized artwork inspired by his adoration for MC. His confession would be filled with passion and vulnerability, expressing the depth of his emotions.

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You and Leviathan find yourselves alone in his room, surrounded by his vast collection of games and anime merchandise. He fidgets with the controller in his hands, his gaze shifting nervously between you and the floor.

"Hey, MC," he begins, his voice tinged with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. "There's something I've been wanting to tell you."

You give him an encouraging smile, curiosity sparking in your eyes. "What is it, Levi?"

Taking a deep breath, he sets the controller aside and musters the courage to look directly into your eyes. His usual confident demeanor seems to waver for a moment, revealing a vulnerable side of him that you've rarely seen before.

"You know, I spend most of my time in the virtual world, immersed in games and anime. It's my way of escaping reality and finding comfort," he starts, his words flowing in a gentle, earnest tone. "But ever since I met you, MC, everything changed."

Your heart skips a beat, captivated by his sincere confession. You lean in, urging him to continue.

"You see, you became my greatest game, the most captivating storyline I've ever experienced," he admits, a soft blush gracing his cheeks. "I find myself thinking about you even when I'm not playing or watching something. It's like you've become a part of my every thought."

Leviathan's hands tremble slightly, his nervousness belying his brave confession. He reaches out and gently grasps your hand, his touch warm and comforting.

"MC, I've come to realize that the feelings I have for you go beyond mere admiration," he confesses, his voice laced with vulnerability. "I... I'm in love with you."

The weight of his words hangs in the air, the room filled with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. Leviathan's eyes search yours, silently begging for a response.

You find yourself at a loss for words, overwhelmed by the depth of his feelings. But the warmth in your heart is undeniable, a blossoming affection that mirrors his own.

Gently, you squeeze his hand, a smile forming on your lips. "Levi, I... I care about you deeply. You've become such an important person in my life too."

His eyes widen with a mix of surprise and hope, a spark of joy lighting up his face. It's as if a heavy weight has been lifted from his shoulders.

"I know we've shared countless gaming sessions and anime marathons, but now I want to create even more precious memories together," you say, your voice filled with sincerity. "Leviathan, I love you too."

His face breaks into a wide grin, his eyes sparkling with pure happiness. The vulnerability he displayed earlier transforms into a newfound confidence as he pulls you into a tender embrace.

"I never thought I'd find someone who accepts me for who I am, quirks and all," he whispers, his voice filled with genuine gratitude. "Thank you, MC. I promise to cherish you and our love, in both the virtual world and the real one."

And in that moment, as you find solace in each other's arms, the virtual realm fades away, leaving room for a love that transcends screens and pixels. Together, you embark on a new level of your relationship, bound by shared passion and a deep understanding of one another.

••••••••••••

4. Satan, the Avatar of Wrath: Satan would opt for a thoughtful and intellectual confession. He might write a carefully crafted letter, expressing his feelings with poetic prose. Alternatively, he may engage in a deep and meaningful conversation, sharing his thoughts and emotions openly. His confession would reveal his intense love and the lengths he would go to protect MC.

••••••••••

As the sun gently sets, casting a warm glow over the library, you find yourself engrossed in a book, your mind immersed in the world of words. The room is quiet, the only sounds being the faint crackling of the fireplace and the turning of pages. Lost in your thoughts, you don't notice Satan quietly entering the room, his eyes fixed on you.

He clears his throat softly, capturing your attention. Startled, you close the book and look up, meeting his steady gaze. There's a hint of nervousness in his eyes, a vulnerability that you rarely see from the usually composed and collected Avatar of Wrath.

"Satan," you say, your voice laced with curiosity. "Is something on your mind?"

He takes a deep breath, his hands clasping together in front of him. His words come out in a soft, sincere tone, revealing the depth of his emotions. "MC, there's something I need to tell you. It's been weighing on my heart for some time now."

You sit up straighter, giving him your full attention, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness building within you. There's a hint of a blush on his cheeks, his gaze momentarily darting away before returning to meet yours.

"I...I've come to realize that you mean more to me than I ever thought possible," Satan confesses, his voice filled with warmth. "Your presence in my life has brought about a profound change. You've shown me the power of compassion, empathy, and love."

His words wrap around your heart, filling it with a mixture of joy and uncertainty. You reach out and gently grasp his hand, offering him a reassuring smile, encouraging him to continue.

Satan takes a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "I find myself drawn to you, enchanted by your spirit and the way you see the world. Your passion for knowledge and your unwavering kindness have captivated me. And...I've fallen deeply in love with you."

A breath catches in your throat as his confession hangs in the air, the weight of his words settling over both of you. The room feels charged with emotion, the quietness magnifying the significance of the moment.

"I understand if this comes as a surprise, or if you don't feel the same way," Satan continues, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "But I couldn't keep these feelings hidden any longer. I had to let you know."

You gently squeeze his hand, your heart overflowing with affection for the demon before you. "Satan, you've touched my life in ways I never expected. Your wisdom, your loyalty, and your unwavering support have meant everything to me. And I...I've fallen in love with you too."

A look of disbelief mixed with joy flickers across Satan's face, and he exhales a breath he didn't realize he was holding. His eyes sparkle with affection, and a smile slowly spreads across his lips.

In that moment, doubts and uncertainties melt away as the two of you find solace in the shared embrace of love. You lean in, closing the gap between you, as your lips meet in a tender and passionate kiss, sealing your newfound connection.

Time seems to stand still as you hold each other, cherishing the realization that your hearts have found a home in one another. And as you break apart, a sense of excitement fills the air, for you both know that this confession is only the beginning of a beautiful and transformative journey together.

••••••••••

5. Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust: Asmodeus would plan an elaborate and romantic confession, focusing on creating a magical and memorable experience. He might set up a candlelit dinner, shower MC with compliments and affectionate gestures, and finally profess his love in a grand gesture that leaves no doubt about his devotion.

••••••••••

Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust, had planned a magical evening to confess his feelings to you, MC. The sun was setting, casting a warm golden glow across the Devildom, as he led you to a stunningly beautiful garden filled with vibrant flowers and twinkling lights.

As you walked hand in hand, the scent of blooming roses filled the air, creating an intoxicating atmosphere. Soft music played in the background, adding a touch of romance to the moment. Asmodeus couldn't help but smile, knowing that this was the perfect setting to express his deepest emotions.

Finally, he stopped in the middle of the garden, turning to face you with a look of adoration in his eyes. His voice, laced with genuine affection, was filled with excitement and anticipation.

"MC, my dear, there's something I've been longing to tell you," Asmodeus began, his words dripping with sincerity. "From the moment I laid my eyes on you, I knew there was something special between us. You have captured my heart like no other."

He gently reached out to cup your cheek, his touch sending a delightful shiver down your spine. His expression was filled with vulnerability, a side of Asmodeus that few were fortunate enough to witness.

"You bring out the brightest colors in my life, MC," he continued, his voice filled with passion. "Your presence ignites a fire within me, a fire that burns with love and desire. You've become the muse that inspires my art, my very reason for existence."

Asmodeus took a step closer, closing the distance between you, his eyes never leaving yours. His voice grew softer, filled with a mixture of tenderness and longing.

"Every smile, every laugh, every moment we spend together, I cherish them all. I want to be the one to make you feel like the most beautiful person in the world, showering you with love and affection. Will you allow me the privilege of being yours, my dearest MC?"

You could feel your heart racing, overwhelmed by the intensity of Asmodeus' confession. His vulnerability and genuine affection touched you deeply, and you found yourself unable to resist the undeniable connection that had blossomed between you.

Tears of joy welled up in your eyes as you nodded, a radiant smile gracing your lips. "Yes, Asmodeus," you whispered, your voice filled with emotion.

Asmodeus beamed, his eyes shining with delight. He pulled you into a warm embrace, his arms wrapping around you tightly. In that moment, surrounded by the beauty of the garden and embraced by Asmodeus' love, you knew that you had found a love that was truly extraordinary.

The night continued, filled with laughter, whispers, and stolen kisses. Asmodeus, the embodiment of desire, had finally found someone who reciprocated his passionate love. From that day forward, your love story would be a masterpiece, painted with vibrant hues and boundless affection.

•••••••••

6. Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony: Beelzebub's confession would be sincere, simple, and heartfelt. He might express his feelings while sharing a meal, as food is a language of love for him. Beelzebub's confession would be earnest and genuine, emphasizing his loyalty and the deep bond he shares with MC.

••••••••

You and Beelzebub find yourselves in the Devildom's kitchen, preparing a meal together. The scent of delicious food fills the air as you chop vegetables side by side, a comfortable silence surrounding you.

As you work together, you steal glances at Beelzebub, admiring his focused expression and the way his eyes light up when he's in his element. There's a sense of peace and warmth in these moments, a connection that has grown between you over time.

Suddenly, Beelzebub places his knife down and turns to face you, a slight blush on his cheeks. His deep, golden eyes meet yours, and you can sense a mixture of nervousness and determination within him.

"MC," he begins, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "I... I want to tell you something."

Your heart skips a beat, sensing the sincerity in his words. You set down your own knife, giving him your full attention.

"I've come to realize that you mean more to me than anyone else. Your presence brightens my world, and your laughter is like music to my ears. The way you support and care for everyone around you... it's truly incredible."

Beelzebub takes a step closer, his expression softening. He reaches out, gently taking your hand in his, the warmth of his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"MC, I... I love you. More than words can express. You've become one of the most important people in my life, and I can't imagine my future without you in it."

His confession hangs in the air, the weight of his emotions filling the room. You feel a surge of warmth spreading through your entire being, overwhelmed by the depth of Beelzebub's love.

A smile forms on your lips as you squeeze his hand, reciprocating his affection. "Beel, I love you too. You've brought so much joy and happiness into my life, and I can't imagine a future without you either."

Beel's eyes light up with pure delight, a radiant smile spreading across his face. He pulls you into a warm embrace, his arms enveloping you in a comforting and secure hold. The scent of his familiar cologne surrounds you, and you find solace in his presence.

"I'm so glad to hear that, MC," Beelzebub murmurs, his voice filled with contentment. "I promise to cherish and protect our love, just as I cherish every moment spent with you."

As you lean into Beelzebub's embrace, you know that this confession marks the beginning of a beautiful and loving journey together. The bond between you grows stronger, and the future holds countless shared meals, laughter, and a love that will continue to nourish your hearts.

••••••••

7. Belphegor, the Avatar of Sloth: Belphegor would choose a comfortable and casual moment to confess his feelings. He might cuddle up with MC, enjoying a lazy afternoon together, and confess in a soft, mumbled manner. Despite his laid-back nature, his confession would be genuine and filled with a deep sense of love and warmth.

••••••••••

You found yourself alone with Belphegor in your shared bedroom. The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a serene ambiance. Belphegor, usually draped in an air of laziness, seemed unusually restless. He fidgeted with his fingers, casting glances in your direction as if trying to find the right moment to speak.

You noticed his unease and approached him, a concerned expression on your face. "Belphie, is everything alright?" you asked, gently placing a hand on his arm.

He looked into your eyes, his gaze filled with a mix of uncertainty and determination. Taking a deep breath, he mustered the courage to confess his feelings. His voice was soft, almost hesitant, as he began, "I've been feeling something... something that I can't ignore anymore."

Your heart skipped a beat, anticipation building within you. You remained silent, giving him the space to express himself.

Belphegor continued, his words flowing more freely now. "You've become an irreplaceable part of my life. Your presence has filled the emptiness within me, and your smile brings me a sense of peace I've never experienced before."

He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. The vulnerability in his expression revealed a side of him you had rarely seen. "I never expected to feel this way, to care so deeply about someone. But it's you. It's always been you."

You felt your own emotions welling up, realizing the depth of his words. Belphegor, the embodiment of Sloth, had found the motivation to open up his heart to you.

He took a step closer, his voice becoming more resolute. "MC, I can't imagine my life without you. You've become my anchor, my reason to strive for more. I want to protect you, cherish you, and be there for you in every moment."

Tears formed in your eyes as you reached out to hold his hand. "Belphie," you whispered, your voice filled with affection, "I feel the same way. You mean the world to me, and I want to be by your side, supporting you just as you support me."

A wave of relief washed over Belphegor's face, a genuine smile gracing his lips. Without hesitation, he pulled you into a warm embrace, wrapping his arms around you tightly. It was as if he had finally found solace in your presence.

In that moment, words became unnecessary. The love that had blossomed between you and Belphegor was palpable, the unspoken promises of a shared future intertwining your hearts. As you held each other, the weight of the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the comfort of your love and the assurance that, together, you could conquer any obstacle.

In Belphegor's arms, you found a sanctuary—a place where confessions turned into unbreakable bonds, and where your love could flourish, free from the constraints of time and space.

All rights reserved @violetduchess. All works of fanfiction belong to me, please do not copy, translate or repost any works without my express permission. Thank you.~☆

#lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #asmodeus x reader #satan x reader #leviathan x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphagor x reader #xreader

[elliesflower]

i saw you in a dream

summary; it all started with that stupid flyer. ellie x afab!reader

chapter; 1/? 1.9k words

cw (per chapter); recreational marijuana usage, language

a/n; i've currently been listening to a lot of girl in red and i love the idea of college stoner!ellie oml. no smut in this chapter but please trust, there will be smut in future chapters bc i'm h o r n y. please let me know what you think! you can also find it on AO3 here <3

!!!!FREE GUITAR LESSONS!!!!

email ellie for more information

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Despite your initial hesitation at emailing some random person who was giving suspiciously free guitar lessons, you knew you wouldn’t be able to pass without some extra one-on-one help. You needed a tutor, desperately. Why you had decided to take guitar as an elective when your major had nothing to do with music was beyond comprehension at this point, but these were the last 200 level credits you needed to move on to your higher electives for your major. No way were you taking a chance on this final.

Your email correspondence with ‘Ellie’ was brief— basically a ‘hi, I’m terrible at playing guitar and need to pass my final,’ and a ‘sure, I’m free this Saturday if you are!’ Looking back, you probably–no, you definitely–should have gotten a bit more information from her, but oh well. It was now Saturday, and here you were, on your way to either get really good at guitar, or die a slow, painful death. The chances seemed about fifty-fifty at this point. 

“It’ll be fine, I promise I’ll be on standby if you need me!” Dina encouraged, grabbing your arm as you walked through the courtyard, away from campus. Red and brown leaves crunched under your feet as you groaned, shaking your arm away from her grasp. 

“Right, and what would you do from, like, five blocks away if she tried to murder me? She could literally be a serial killer! I swear everyone else I meet at this school is weird as fuck,” you complained. You were new to this school from out-of-state; however, it’s now approaching the end of your first semester, and so far, the only friends you’ve made are Dina, and another person from your (completely unnecessary) guitar class—they were no help, though. They were just as bad as you.

“Okay, but the chances are so slim. The chances of you actually passing your final because you get help from a guitar legend are actually much higher,” Dina chimed, giving you an encouraging look. You side-eyed her. 

“Seriously,” she said with a breathy laugh. “You’ll be fine. This Ellie girl sounds like a very nice, very non-serial-killer…esque person.”

Well that’s rich, coming from someone who also knows zero information about her.

“Whatever,” you shook your head, turning to face her. “I expect you to be by your phone and at the ready for the next…” you quickly check your phone for the time– “...however long it takes me to not fuck up my final.”

Dina laughed and gave you a satirical pat on the shoulder. 

“Sure pal. I’ll be here.”

-

The pair of you split up, you heading off to Ellie's place, and Dina having vowed to do a few hours of studying at a nearby cafe. You know, in case Ellie really does turn out to be a serial killer or something. 

You approached the block of student housing duplexes just outside campus limits and quickly identified the house number, anxiety growing with each step up to the porch. You pulled your phone out of your coat pocket, letting out a nervous sigh as you sent a message to Dina.

Just remember, if I die, you’re paying for the funeral

She was quick to reply:

okay, but hopefully i’ll get to write a eulogy about how you were an amazing guitar player upon your death!!!!

You laughed quietly, stuffing your phone back in your pocket as you approached the front door and gave an apprehensive knock. A simple ‘welcome’ mat scraped under your feet as you took a step back to observe the small porch—there was a small wooden storage bench to the left of the door, and a few scattered plants on the ground. It was tidy enough, so very unlikely to be a complete weirdo, right? Right…

Your knock was obviously not as faint as you thought, as you quickly heard muffled footsteps approaching the door, before it swung open to reveal a very…non-serial-killer-esque girl.

She had the most piercing jade-crested eyes, framed by a few loose strands of reddish-brown hair from her low bun. She smiled widely at you, revealing her perfect teeth. You tried not to let your mouth literally drop open.

“You must be here for the guitar lessons?” Her voice was slightly gruff, yet rich and modulated. You were so caught off guard by the woman in front of you—you’d spent so long picturing someone much worse, that this was more than a pleasant surprise. Her light gray top was tucked into baggy jeans, secured around her waist with a simple belt. Before your eyes could roam any lower, you snapped yourself out of your trance, meeting her eyes once again. 

“Uh, yeah, I am,” you couldn’t help but to match her infectious smile, despite your nervousness. You slung the guitar case off your shoulder, setting it down in front of you, as if presenting it to her. “Was I that obvious?” 

She laughed melodically, the sound making your heart skip a beat. 

“Just a bit,” she smirked. 

“You must be Ellie?” you asked, feeling the heat rising to your cheeks despite the cold breeze.

“That I am,” she said, and there were those perfect teeth again. Her eyes quickly scanned over your face, noting the faint blush on your cheeks—hopefully just assuming it was from the cold.

“Sorry, it’s freezing out there! Come in, come in,” she beckoned you inside, stepping out of your way. Warmth flooded over you as you moved past her with your guitar, the faint smell of vanilla and weed filling your nose, and you immediately recognized the song playing from upstairs.

Baby, I want some of your love, 

Your love, your love, your love,

The house was smaller than it looked from the outside, but that’s not surprising for student housing. There were shelves and bookcases, filled with trinkets, books, and plants—a small, mismatched sofa and chair sat in the farthest corner of the room, next to what looks to be a desk that was being used as a dining table. Various posters and paintings littered the walls, textbooks were strewn about, and you couldn’t help but take notice of the small rainbow flag that stuck out from a hanging plant near the window. 

“It’s really cute in here,” you were unable to hold back, adjusting your guitar back over your shoulder. Ellie gave you a smile, smaller than before. You felt like you were going to melt into a puddle. 

Baby, can I have some of your love?

Your love, your love, your love,

“Thank you,” she says, lightly scratching the back of her neck, looking around as if to see what you were seeing. Was she nervous? Fuck, she looks really cute with her nose all scrunched up like that. 

“I can’t take much credit though. More than half of this stuff is my roommate’s,” She hovered awkwardly in the doorway, looking at you now, and you found yourself shying away from her gaze. You kind of hoped the rainbow flag was hers.

“Sorry, erm, you can put your coat here, if you’d like,” she gestured to an overflowing coat rack next to the door. “Shoes on or off, it doesn’t matter much to me.” You took a glance down and noticed her lack of shoes, as well as the shoes lined up near the door, and it encouraged you to slip off your boots. 

“Let me grab that for you,” Ellie insisted, taking the guitar from you as you slid it off your shoulder, allowing you to shrug off your coat with ease and throw it on the hanger.

When you turned back to face her, she had your guitar perched in front of her, green eyes studying you intently. You took it quickly, with a thank you, and threw it back over your shoulder. Ellie still just stood in the entryway, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. You were utterly mesmerized by her contradictory aura of confident, yet guarded.

“So…” you broke the silence when it became apparent Ellie wasn’t going to talk first. She gave you a sheepish look, once again letting the confidence slip.

“Right, the uh, lessons,” she started, clapping her hands together once as if snapping herself out of a trance. “We can head up to my room, all my guitar stuff is in there.”

“Lead the way,” you said. She gave you another look that made your heart sink into your stomach, eyes sparkling and one side of her mouth curved up into a sideways smile. God, focus! Guitar lessons. No time to focus on really cute girls with really cute freckles and really cute crooked smiles.

Ellie bounded up the steps two at a time, and you struggled to keep up. Behind her, you could smell the scent she wore, and it was intoxicating—you took a deep breath of the deep woody aroma, trying not to be too obvious about it. The music got louder the farther you ascended. 

Rounding the corner at the top of the stairs, she spoke again. “So, are you needing these lessons to impress someone, or just to pass a class?” 

You were starting to realize truly how little information you exchanged with her, and once again had a fleeting thought that she still could be a serial killer. Then again, usually scary people don’t have faces that look like they were painted by John Sargent himself.

“Oh, I’m just really terrible at guitar and need to pass my final,” you admitted, lightly scratching your arm in embarrassment as she looked back at you. “I should have never taken the class in the first place. I almost flunked out of middle school band class.”

Ellie chuckled at this, pushing the door to her room open, the music pouring out.

Nothing really lasts that long for me to realize, I'm still alone

And you're not with me,

She quickly pulled out her phone to turn it down as you followed her into the small room. You realized the weed smell was coming from her room as the rich, earthy scent flooded your nose. You glanced at the bong sitting in the window, and the rolling tray on her nightstand. Ellie must have caught you looking, as her eyes immediately widened. 

“I’m so sorry, I probably should have asked you if you were cool with this,” she looked concerned, and now it was your turn to chuckle at her. You were no stranger to this—in fact, you often found yourself fanning the smoke detector in your dorm room when Dina got too stoned to remember to point the fan out the window. 

“No, no, you’re fine,” you assured, slinging your guitar off your back and leaning it on her bed as Ellie sat in the chair by her desk. She still held a look of concern on her face, so you pulled together what little confidence you had left and strode to the windowsill, picking up the glass and inspecting it. The water was fairly clean, especially compared to Dina’s, and the bowl held freshly packed flower. 

Ellie leaned back a little farther in her chair, watching you intently. You caught her gaze, offering a shy smile.

I wonder what's inside your mind, but you seem pretty occupied

So I'll leave it alone,

You pulled a lighter out from your pocket.

“May I?”

chapter 2 here

#the last of us #ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #dina tlou #tlou #tlou part 2 #ellie williams x you #ellie x you #stoner ellie

[monkey-d-ezekiel]

I totally understand why manga readers hate the One Piece anime. like, the anime borderline ruins a lot of the important aspects of the show. I see so many one piece anime watchers who are frustrated with so much stuff in the anime, and like. please try the manga. for your own good. it'll take some effort getting used to, but once you get in the groove you won't be frustrated in that way at all. i promise. Oda has created what is more or less a masterpiece, and here's some ways in which Toei botched it and watered down the experience.

1. Art + Animation

the OP manga has some of the most consistently good art compared to a lot of other series. The shading conveys emotions well, the atmosphere is well built, and Oda makes pretty good usage of the 2D page in conveying 3D movement. The biggest difference is that while the women are still not the most accurately proportioned, there's a lot more emphasis on their facial expressions and overall aura and demeanor.

the anime spoils all this by giving us sloppy character design and lazy animation. since the episodes are still weekly and not seasonal, they have to pump out fast and cheap animation, which makes them overuse still frames, motion blur and overall just not give the source material the effort it deserves. the women in the show have zero detail paid to their facial features, and they all seem to have had their breasts artificially endowed to 3x the size of their head by the ever generous toei animators.

Honestly, the One Piece anime is on par with shows like Dragonball Super when it comes to bad art and animation. Especially post-timeskip.

2. Pacing

pacing is always a big issue that anime watchers point out, and at this point bringing up this issue is like beating a dead horse. it's still extremely important though, because the manga is most definitely not this badly paced. 1 chapter worth of content is animated into 1 full length episode. the length of all the impactful scenes is elongated with reaction shots, exclamations of "woah! a very obvious thing is happening in front of us! unbelievable!", as well as stare-offs, wide shots and unnecessary flashbacks that all seem to last for an eternity.

there are 2-5 minute recaps in every episode as well, just in case you lost track of everything that has happened so far in the story you're following with interest. the manga has none of these issues, and the best part is that you can decide your own pace. if something is boring, just read past it quickly. if it's dense or interesting, slow down, take your time and savor it. the emotional impact of scenes is not lost simply because of how often they're repeated/elongated, as often happens in the anime.

In conclusion, the pacing and art quality of the source material is far superior to that of the anime adaptation, and while I do find it very epic when my favorite manga scenes are animated in the show, I don't think it's reasonable for anyone to put themselves through the grueling ordeal of watching the dragged out episodes of this anime simply for those moments/fights.

If you like the anime, that's great, im happy you're following the story of one piece in the way you find most suitable, and i don't wanna demean you at all because these are all just subjective opinions. but if you're an anime watcher who finds themselves to be frustrated with some of the issues in the anime, i think you could give the manga a try. it'll take some getting used to, but you won't have any of the frustrations that will persist as long as this anime is airing.

#one piece #one piece anime #op manga #one piece manga #dressrosa #donquixote doflamingo #op doflamingo #trafalgar one piece #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar law #straw hat pirates #one piece rant #op art #one piece pacing #post timeskip #monkey d luffy #viola #viola one piece #nico robin #one piece nami

[sunshinebarbie]

glimpse of us (angst) final part

characters: Eddie Munson x Female Reader x Steve Harrington warnings: mean! nancy, mild fighting, mild profanity, usage of the word “slut”. words: 5,298 parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | final part taglist: @imasimptoowth, @lokiswh0reeee, @kiki17483, @tiaamberxx, @basketcaseeeeee, @dessmxsworld, @bibliophilewednesday, @manicpixiedreamgir, @kellysimagines, @deafeningcoffeegarden, @bratckerman​, 

info: You used to date Steve Harrington until the Byers moved away and Nancy and Steve reconciled. Heartbroken you find love in the least likely person anyone would have imagined, however, Steve still holds on to feelings that he can’t seem to shake and deep down maybe y/n does too?

a/n: oh em gosh!!! it’s finally here!! in all it’s glory. but for real i am so so so sorry it took so long to post the final part. i hope some of you are still interested haha. the journey with this story was just... amazing. your feedback was always appreciated, and the love it got. i am forever grateful. when i originally posted it, my blog was deleted and i was so discouraged in posting it again, but i am very glad i did... anyway without further delay...here is the final part to glimpse of us...

Weeks flew by like months, and before you knew it the ground was covered with a thick blanket of snow that hid the trail to the trailer park and Steve’s yard.

There wasn’t really any reason for you to go down that path any way. As a matter of fact, it seemed everyone moved or at least two of the three involved.

Steve was still single but hanging out with Robin the girl from the band who also worked at the video store, and Eddie, he was last seen hanging out with Chrissy the head cheerleader of the high school squad.  

It was great that Steve found someone to bring out a happier side to him, even if it was just a platonic thing, and for Eddie, it was great to see him back in school, looking healthy and happy on his way to graduation.

As for you, you decided to focus on school for now, all the drama from the love triangle had you second guessing all and any choices you had made, which lead you to rethink everything from colleges, and the degree you wanted to obtain, even friends were cut off from your life.

It felt like you were alone most of the time even when you had family and acquaintances to pass time, which was fine. It gave you a chance to focus on your studies and even managed to make top 20 in the whole student body. You avoided the video store to keep from having any awkward moments with Steve, and the only time you interacted with Eddie was when the chemistry teacher paired the both of you up for the week.  

The entire week to you felt like an eternity, you avoided eye contact with him, the only contact was when he handed you the flint lighter and his fingers gently pressed against your palm, that sent a wave of tingles up your arm and fluttered your tummy.

After class that day as you quickly packed your belongings, Eddie stood by the door almost like he was waiting for you, but you rushed by him not giving him a chance to speak. You knew that if you let him talk to you, it would bring up unnecessary feelings and that would only lead to trouble again.

You were walking down the hall and noticed a flyer for the winter dance on your locker. You rolled your eyes and ripped the flyer down and crumbled it in your palm before dropping it on the floor.  

Similar to the middle school having the winter snowball dance, the high school threw a similar gig. Except it was titled Blizzard Ball, which really wasn’t that original when you truly thought about it.  

“i’m guessing you’re not going?” a voice asked from behind, you turned to see Robin, the girl who was Steve’s friend from the video store.  

“don’t take it personal, I know it’s a fundraiser for the band” you shrugged and continued to twist the lock until the seal broke allowing you access to inside.

“no. no offense taken here.” Robin raised her hands. “I just thought I would throw out there that ALL students current and past are allowed to attend” she winked.

“good to know” you raised your eyebrows, “still not interested.” you slammed your locker shut and proceeded to walk away.

“you’re all he talks about sometimes” she called out behind you; you slowed down your pace, your focus immediately went to Eddie who was straightening his back after leaning over from taking a drink of water from the fountain, you shook your head at the whole situation before continuing down the hallway.

Even at home you couldn’t seem to escape it, upon arriving back sitting on your doorstep like an unwanted Christmas gift was a box filled with any and all belongings that were left at Eddie’s, but nestled inside were some items left at Steves, almost like they met up one night and decided to make you a box full of items that you left behind at their homes.  

You picked up the box in a haste and the bottom gave away, all the contents fell with impact to the concrete porch.

“great” you sighed and started to pick up the items and shove them into your bag. Your finger smoothed across a jagged piece of glass drawing blood.

Instinctively you shoved your finger in your mouth and looked at the culprit of this mild pain. It was a photo frame, there were actually two but the shattered frame held a photo of you and Steve while the other you and Eddie.  

Brushing away the small pieces of glass that punctured the photo you held it to your body almost like you were hugging the memory in the photo wishing everything wasn’t so complicated.

The music from the radio hummed out a soft tune, as you did your homework. The lines on the book seemed to blend together, and your thoughts felt fuzzy and unfocused. You groaned in frustration and slammed your book shut.  

Oddly your mind couldn’t focus tonight, in the back of your mind you knew it had to do with Eddie and Steve even if you didn’t want to say it out loud.

Everything else in your life was figured out at this point but this, this was the only thing that didn’t seem to have a happy ending no matter which way you looked at it, whoever you favored more would end up hurting the other. That was just something you couldn’t and wouldn’t put on yourself or them, it was too cruel.  

Yet, during moments like this when you would put too much thought into it, and revisit the skeletons of your past, a small part of your soul felt like it died all over again, especially when you pictured the pain in Eddie’s eyes when he seen the pick necklace in Steve’s hand.

The firm knock on your bedroom door shook you out of your thoughts, startling every nerve in your body.

You gasped and turned to see your mom standing by the door, a rather large grin on her face as she stood with both hands behind her back.

“you scared me” you chuckled “what’s up?” you walked over to the radio and turned the dial down shutting it off.  

“i know you said you didn’t want to go but-” your mom walked into the light of the room.

“you didn’t.” you sighed trying and failing to hide your disappointment.

“I saw it in the window and just couldn’t resist.” your mom pulled the dress out from behind her back, it was a rose pink satin charmeuse dress.  

“I figured you could borrow my heels, and you can wear your grandma’s pearls...” your mom grabbed your shoulders and lead you to the mirror.  

“mom-” you tried to stop her from talking.

“oh the pink lipstick, you wore to your dad’s office Thanksgiving dinner.” she gasped.

“mom-” you raised your voice a little higher.

“Steve will absolutely be smitten with-” “MOM!” you shouted and turned to face her.

Your mom stood in silence, still trying to figure out why you were shouting.  

“I don’t expect you to be keeping up with my life, but Steve and I broke up weeks ago.” you groaned.  

“oh sweetie, I didn’t know” your mom exclaimed. “but maybe if he sees you in the dr-”

“no mom” you interrupted. “I’m not going, not because I don’t have a date, or because of Steve, but because I am focused on more important things that dances and boys” you sighed.  

“now, go get your money back.” you handed her the dress.

Your mom grabbed the garment from your hand and looked at it with tear filled eyes. “no, keep it.” she sniffled.

“mom.” you sighed. “i didn’t mean to-”

“no, I mean it’s such a beautiful dress, maybe you can wear it another time.” she smiled and handed you the dress again, “i just know you are going to be beautiful in it.”

You forced a smile and grabbed the dress. “thanks” you mumbled. Your mom kissed your forehead and turned to leave closing the door behind her.

A huff of frustration escaped your lips as you looked at the dress, your fingers slowly ran down the silk ribbon around the waist of the dress, a sincere smile tugged at the corner of the left side of your lip. You walked it over the closet and pushed aside all your clothes, you hung the garment and pushed the rest of your clothes back, burying it far in the back to be forgotten like your feelings and memories of the boy the dress was supposed to impress.  

It was the night of the dance, and while the entire school student body were at homes, spraying down their hair, shoving their feet into their heels and letting out their anger issues on their neck ties, you were reading the next assignment for your literature class.

There was a light tap at your door, your mom looked in, and a faint but disappointed smile pulled across her face.

“Well, were going to head out now.” she informed you.  

“the Harrington Christmas party?” you asked. Your mom nodded. “okay, have fun and be safe” you smiled at her and turned back to your book.

“love you sweetie.” your mom closed your door. You waited until you heard the front door close. You looked up from your book, your legs swung over the edge of your bed to help you stand up. You walked over to the window and watched as your dad opened the door for your mom, helping her into the passenger seat.  

You chuckled and smiled as he kissed her hand first and leaned in to kiss her lips before closing the door.  

The car pulled out of the driveway and down the street disappearing around the corner. You walked back to your bed and looked at your book, your fingertips grazed the worn-down pages as you read the next line  

“The unqualified truth is, that when I loved Estella with the love of a man, I loved her simply because I found her irresistible. Once for all; I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be. Once for all; I love her none the less because I knew it, and it had no more influence in restraining me, than if I had devoutly believed her to be human perfection.”

“read it again.” you could hear Steve’s voice call out from the darkness of your memories. “it’s your assignment YOU need to read it.” you chuckled. “no, I mean read it again. So I know what to write on your valentine card” Steve replied. “Steve Harrington, I don’t want the words of a dead author, I will love whatever comes from your wonderful brain”  

You shook your head in an attempt to erase the echo of the memory, treating your brain like an Etch A Sketch.

You slammed the book shut and walked over to the radio, turning the dial all the way up, you sat on your chair in front of your vanity. The radio hummed some 1950’s song. You looked over to the closet door reflection in your mirror. Turning to face the closet you used your heels to push yourself off the chair.

You swung the door open and pulled all your shirts and sweaters forward revealing the dress. The radio’s song changed and the angelic voice of the Chordettes played filling the room.

“shit” your cursed. Grabbing the dress, you hurried to the bathroom.

When you arrived at the dance, it was in full swing. Couples danced, in the corner pictures were being snapped filling the walls with a bright white flash.  

“hey, you made it. I thought you didn’t do charity dances.” Robin joked as she approached you.  

“well, I have always been fond of the band.” you joked back.  

“in that case. Enjoy" Robin nudged you to the dance floor. You were exactly sure why you were here, the person you came here for wasn’t going to be here without an invite.  

You clutched your mom’s pearl covered clutch, feeling the nervousness bubbling in your stomach, you weren’t even sure why.

Quickly turning to find the nearest bathroom you ran into the body of someone immediately.

“i’m so sorry.” you picked up the clutch, notepad and pen of the person you ran into.

Standing up straight to hand it over you felt the bubbling in your stomach turn to overboil at the sight of Nancy.

“Nancy” you gasped. “Y/N” Nancy pulled at the items in your hand that you were squeezing out of nervousness.  

“oh sorry.” you let them go and took a step back.  

Nancy looked you up and down and forced a smile. “no matching corsage? Steve usually buys one to match the color of your dress.” Nancy raised her eyebrow.

“oh, I'm not with Steve...tonight- or- er- any night- forever" you fumbled your words.  

Nancy furrowed her eyebrows at your babbling. You inhaled a deep breath and gained your composure, or at least enough to carry out the conversation.  

“what I'm trying to say is Steve and I broke up” you finally exhaled a breath.

“oh, did you catch him making out with an ex-girlfriend too?” Nancy replied bitterly. “no.” you replied honestly “it was the other way around.” you chuckled nervously.  

Nancy scoffed and forced out a dry laugh. “oh, wow.” she sneered. “you really enjoy bringing people misery don’t you?” she added.

“i wasn’t trying to-” you started to reply. “here is my question” Nancy cut you off. “if you knew you were going to end up not being able to keep it in your pants, then why did you bother ruining someone else’s relationship?” her voice was loud enough to catch the attention of the people around you.

“Nancy I-” you started to feel your lip quiver. “and to think I was called the slut.” You looked around as the people who were listening chuckled, you could hear them whispering the name mixing it with yours.

You felt your stomach drop, instead of staying another second longer you quickly bolted in the direction furthest from Nancy and the rest of the crowd.

You stood behind the wall of shimmery plastic ribbon to hide from everyone, mostly because you didn’t bring your extra make-up and you knew the cheeks of your face were covered in the Cover girl mascara.  

Across the way at the entrance Eddie stepped into the gymnasium and looked around, he could feel his palms beginning to sweat, and the nerves settled in. He tugged at the collar of his dress up shirt he borrowed from his uncle and swore that everyone was looking at him.

He scanned the entire gymnasium and began to feel like it was a waste of time showing up at this stupid event he didn’t even want to come to in the first place.

“Eddie?” Dustin chuckled in enthusiasm seeing his friend standing by the entrance. “Henderson” Eddie sighed in relief.  

“I thought you wouldn’t be caught dead in a place like this” Mike added.

“now, normally I wouldn’t be.” Eddie replied quickly. “but...there is something that needs to be done.” he added.

“what?” Dustin asked. “now you see if I tell you, I'm going to have to kill you.” Eddie replied.

Dustin and Mike laughed but Eddie’s face stared at them unamused making their laughter fade to a nervous chuckle.  

“oh, okay” Dustin cleared his throat. “well, if you need help we’ll be here at the custodian closet waiting for the next puke pile” Dustin joked, but frowned upon hearing another drunk classmate puke behind the bleachers.

“better grab your mop” Eddie slapped the boys on the back and shoved them in the direction of the heaving.

As soon as Dustin and Mike disappeared, Eddie could feel his nerves flaring up in his palms again, his chest began to increase in pace, his eyes frantically searched the room for another familiar face and then he spotted one.

You sniffled into the paper napkin that you found crumpled by your feet, trying your best you scrubbed your cheeks and tried to clean up any make up you seen on the silver mylar balloon next to you.

“so, this must be the best hiding place.” a voice chuckled nervously from behind you. You turned around and looked in surprise as Eddie stood behind you.  

“Eddie?” you smiled in disbelief. “are you actually here at a school dance?” you teased through your tears.

Eddie nodded, he tried his best to contain his smile but it broke through immediately, it was always hard to control it when he was around you.

“what’s wrong?” Eddie noticed your running make up that you couldn’t scrub away.  

“nothing.” you lied. And crumbled the napkin into your fists. “just- this song makes me so emotional” you lied about the cheesy love song playing on the speakers.  

Eddie reached into his pocket and pulled out his bandana. Looking around he spotted an empty cup filled with ice and hurried over. Wrapping the cubes into the cloth he walked back over, the bandana was soaking from the ice.  

“here” he handed over to you. “oh, no I'm wearing a full face.” you sniffled.

You flinched feeling the cold cloth touch your cheek. You looked up to Eddie’s face as he gently rubbed the black make-up from under your eyes.  

“there.” he smiled and tucked the bandana back into his pocket.  

“thanks” you uttered softly, trying to contain your smile.  

The song ended and a slow yet normal paced song came on. “Highway run. Into the midnight sun. Wheels go round and round you’re on my mind.” the song echoed off the wall.  

Eddie looked around, trying to find another topic to slice this shared uncomfortable silence. He chuckled and turned to you. “do you want to dance? Maybe?” he asked timidly.

“really?” you nervously chuckled.  

“sure, I mean it’s a dance right?” Eddie’s hand cupped yours and he pulled you back into the sea of students.

The two of you stood looking around at the pace of the others. Eddie cleared his throat as he put his hands on your waist and slowly pulled you towards his body. You put your hands on his shoulders, and slowly you both swayed to the melody.

“Restless hearts sleep alone tonight. Sendin' all my love along the wire”  

“so what made you decide to come tonight?” you asked him

“oh, just-all my years being here, I guess I never been to one, and it’s for the band. You know I love music” he replied with a chuckle.

“hey, that’s my excuse come up with your own.” you teased  

“They say that the road ain't no place to start a family. Right down the line, it's been you and me and lovin' a music man ain't always what it's supposed to be. Oh, girl, you stand by me. I'm forever yours. Faithfully”

“okay, how about- I came because I hate being alone at my uncles’ trailer so much that I figured being surrounded by a bunch of assholes who hate me while listening to lame music was better than being alone.” he replied.

“then I would say, we’re not different in that scenario” you looked over to see Nancy looking at you with disgust.

“well, if it means anything. I'm an asshole but- I don’t hate you.” Eddie replied.  

“no,” your thumb rubbed Eddie’s cheek pulling a fallen eyelash off his skin. “you Eddie Munson aren’t anything close to being an asshole” you blew the eyelash from your thumb pad.  

Eddie smiled, instinctively you laid your head on Eddie’s chest, his arms pulled you in closer as he rested his cheek on your head.

“Through space and time. Always another show. Wonderin' where I am lost without you.”

You felt the weight of Eddie’s face lift off your head. But you didn’t dare move. Afraid that the moment you lift your head, you would wake up from a dream having fell asleep while reading. And what is Eddie’s chest would be the pages and card cover of your book.  

“and being apart ain’t easy on this love affair” the singer belted off the speaker but everything seemed to fade away, and soon it felt like it was just you and Eddie. You lifted your head off of his chest and looked into Eddie’s eyes, and he was already looking at you. “two strangers learn to fall in love again.”  

It felt like your ears tuned out the world around you as Eddie slowly leaned in, you could feel your face gravitating towards him, your eyes closed as you waited for contact.

“slut” a voice fake coughed earning a few laughs. You opened your eyes and looked around, Eddie was already searching for whoever ruined the moment.

“I get the joy of rediscovering you, oh girl you stand by me.” the distorted lyrics finally buzzed through, having you look away. Remembering your promise to yourself earlier that you wouldn’t fall into the drama of Eddie or Steve ever again.  

“I think I should go” you stepped away. “why?” Eddie’s hands tried to grab you again.  

“because Eddie-” you sighed “Slut” the voice coughed again earning more laughs. Your eyes filled with tears. You sniffled and felt the first tear hit your dress. “because you deserve more than the school slut” your voice cracked.  

You turned and hurried towards the door.

“Slut” the voice coughed again behind Eddie. Eddie turned to see it was one of the basketball players with his girlfriend.  

Eddie balled his fists, and walked over to the boy grabbing his shoulders tightly, Eddie turned him around and smashed his rings covered knuckles into his jaw.  

The players date screamed out in fright and the rest of the crowd parted. “Hey! Hey! Hey!” a teacher shouted. “that’s enough from you” He grabbed Eddie by the shirt and tugged him towards the door. “Have a good night” the teacher sourly stated and pushed Eddie out.  

Eddie fixed his shirt and looked around, the roads were empty and bare, his breath turned into ice as he exhaled a shaky breath.

Eddie looked in his hand and saw he still had your clutch, the only thing he managed to grab when you dropped it on the floor as you exited quickly.

Without another moment wasted Eddie walked down the icy road into the darkness.

Across town you arrived home, you sniffled and wiped your tears. You could feel the tears begin again. “so stupid” your lip quivered. You sniffled again to hold your tears back.  

You got out of your ride and closed the door, you searched your keys for your house key and looked up, you felt your heart stop. Steve sat on your porch steps, a corsage in his hand. He tapped the plastic box with his finger and looked up at you.

“Steve” you sniffled. “what are you doing here?” you asked and approached him cautiously.

“your mom, she told me about the dress she bought you for the dance.” Steve extended the corsage out to you, it was the exact color of your dress.  

“was hoping to catch you before you left.” he laughed nervously.

You shivered from the cold night air. “here.” Steve took his jacket off and drapped it over your shoulders.

“you look-beautiful" Steve stepped back to get a better look at you.

“thanks” you muttered.

“look, I-” Steve combed his fingers through his hair. “I just wanted to say I'm sorry I just left you out there alone that night-” Steve started to apologize.

“no-I should be the one who is sorry” you interrupted. “i’m the one who hurt you.” you added.

“what I did...” you sniffed. “was very selfish” you admitted. “your reaction was more than acceptable.” you added.

“yeah you were kinda an asshole.” Steve chuckled. “yeah, I know” you replied and looked down at your shoes.

“but-” Steve stepped back towards you, you looked up at him as he closed the gap between the two of you. “i’m all for forgiving, forgetting, and trying again.” he pinched your chin between his thumb and finger.

You felt your knees weaken, once again feeling like if Steve wasn’t there you would fall into a pile of goo on the ground.

From behind the trees, Eddie looked at you and Steve, the déjà vu settling in, almost like it was a never-ending loop that he was damned to repeat over and over again until he realized he would never be enough for anyone.  

You pulled your chin away and felt the stinging of your eyes, wanting to cry but your eyelids felt swollen from the disastrous night.

“Steve” your voice cracked. “I love you.” you cupped his face.

Eddie felt his heart crack loud enough his ears could hear it.

“but- I'm not in love with you.” your lip trembled as you whispered it for just him to hear. Steve felt his smile fade away.

“there was a time, truth is it never fades, it comes in intervals at the most inconvenient of times.” you joked through your tears. “The unqualified truth is, I loved you simply because I found you irresistible. I loved you against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.” you choked out the words.

“please, don’t hate me for that” you pulled your hand back slowly.

Steve stood silently for a moment. “never.” he shook his head. “I could never hate you.” he assured you. “maybe I'm not meant to be a part of your story.” he sniffed. “but I'm not going to hold you back from the person who is supposed to be.” he added.

“that’s why I love you Steve Harrington” you leaned forward on the tips of your toes and pressed a kiss to the corner of his lip, just above his freckle.”  

Steve hugged you tightly and let go. You extended the corsage back to him. “no, it’s yours.” he chuckled. “i hope you catch a glimpse of us whenever you see it.” he pushed it back gently.

“good night Steve Harrington” you took his jacket off and handed it back to him.

“good night y/n” he nodded. Steve turned around and headed back towards the woods to his house. You didn’t turn around to see if Steve looked back, you wanted to move forward, and who knows maybe one day when you’re old sitting in your living room, Steve could be sitting next to you telling you the story of how he looked back at that moment, or maybe you will hear it when you run into him at the grocery store as he buys dinner items for his family, with a cart full of snacks for his kids, and maybe by then it will be nothing more than a silly stepping stone into finding his true love.

The sound of twigs snapping pulled you back to reality. You turned around and noticed a figure in the darkness of the bushes. Caught in the thorny branches of a Russian olive.  

You walked forward cautiously, making sure it wasn’t an animal in need of help.

The figure rolled out and stopped by your feet.

“Eddie?” you shook your head in disbelief.

Eddie shot up to his feet and cleared his throat. “you-uh-left this.” he extended your pearl clutch to you.

“oh, thank you.” you tucked it between your bicep and body.  

“so, you and Harrington still going strong huh?” Eddie cleared his throat trying his best and failing to hid his frustration.

“I mean-it's not my business and I don’t care that you-” you chuckled at Eddie’s fumbling. You walked up to him and pressed your fingers against his lips to stop him from talking.

“Eddie my love, I love you so. You left me last September, since that time I've been so alone. Now, all I do is wish and wait for you.” you chuckled feeling very silly.

“what?” Eddie grinned.  

“Earlier when I was home, I watched as my parents left to the annual Harrington Christmas party. And I saw all the love my dad had for my mom.” you away from Eddie. “and I asked for a sign that one day I would get to experience that.” you continued. “The dress was originally bought by my mom to impress Steve, and I held this dress and said “if that love is supposed to come from Steve, show me a sign”.”

Eddie looked away, waiting for you to drop the bomb that you realized it was Steve all along.

And on the radio, this song came on... “Eddie my love, I love you so” you repeated. “and I swear, I never felt a decision so right.”  

Eddie’s eyes lit up, what was once filled with despair now filled with hope.

“I love you Eddie Munson, but even that isn’t a strong enough word to describe how I feel” you softly whispered to only him, “I’m forever yours.” you smiled.

Eddie grinned and blushed, his entire face turning a rose pink. You could feel both of his palms gently cup your face.  

Eddie leaned forward and pressed a soft and long-awaited kiss to your lips. It was tender yet powerful enough to make your knees weaken, if Eddie wasn’t there holding you, you would float away to cloud 9.  

“I love you is good enough for me” he assured you.  

You both chuckled, and he pressed another kiss to your lips. “wait, one more thing.” he stepped back and dug in his pocket.  

He pulled out one of his favorite silver rings and twisted it in his fingertips, “will you be my girlfriend y/n?” he asked with hopeful eyes.

You felt your throat choke holding back the tears of excitement. “yes. Yes, of course Eddie Munson.” you giggled.  

Eddie lifted your hand delicately and slipped the ring on your finger it fit best. “no guitar pick this time?” you blushed.

“picks are for my other girl,” he replied, you looked at him and gave him a pretend hurt expression. “my other girl with six strings.” he quickly added. “Besides, rings are more official” he smiled.

“because no other guy will want to do this-” he lifted your hand up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles making you blush uncontrollably. “-and kiss some other dude’s ring” he added making you laugh.

Eddie pulled you close to him again, this time your hips pressed against his, you felt the thick fluffy flakes of snow melt against your cheek and noticed they were sticking to Eddie’s curly dark hair.  

“i love you y/n” he whispered loud enough for only the two of you to hear. You draped your arms over his shoulders and felt him slowly beginning to sway you. Almost like he was dancing to a song in his head. He started to hum a familiar tune making you grin.  

“Two strangers learn to fall in love again.” he pressed his forehead against yours. “I get the joy of rediscovering you” he started to sing again making you laugh. “oh, girl you stand by me” he sang louder. “i’m forever yours.” he serenaded you, you shook your head and quickly pressed your lips against his to stop him from singing. The snow fell faster, covering the both of you in a light sheet of snowflakes. You pulled away breaking your lips and grazed your nose against Eddie’s “faithfully” you whispered against his lips earning another kiss from Eddie.  

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Desert Planet - Leonard McCoy

My Masterlist

McCoy x gender-neutral reader, no usage of y/n 

Hurt/comfort and angst :) 

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: Injury, heat exhaustion, mentions of death/reader brings up how they’re not going to make it 

Summary: Reader goes on a mission on an alien planet and gets separated from the others during a terrible storm. 

"Do you know how dangerous these freaks are?" Leonard hissed. 

"I know exactly how dangerous they are. I know what I'm dealing with, I'm on the security team for a reason, for fuck's sake." I shot back.

"I don't care. You're not going." 

"Oh, now you're trying to tell me what to do?" I suddenly stopped in the middle of the hallway, whipping my head around and narrowing my eyes at him. 

"It's dangerous and unnecessary." He said in defense. 

"Fine, then. I'll just stay here like I always do! I may as well not even be on this fucking ship!" I growled, stalking off. I pressed the lift button with more force than necessary, glaring at him as the doors slid shut. 

"It's a pretty desert-like planet." Kirk briefed me as we walked down the hall. "Not sure why they even want it." 

"They're using it as some sort of foothold to get to somewhere else, I know that for sure." 

"But where?" He sighed in frustration. Romulans were once again attempting to take control of the unforgiving planet we were about to beam down on. The Enterprise and its crew usually weren't the ones sent to deal with them, but we were the closest currently and, according to Starfleet, the situation was 'dire'. They were crawling all over the planet like ants.

“Is this many people really necessary?” I asked in concern. When we arrived at the transporter, several redshirts were already waiting for us.

The captain nodded grimly. “I have a feeling they’re not going to want to talk.”

“We’ll be beamin’ you down at a secluded place with not much traffic so you can get your bearings.” Scotty told us. I nodded unsurely, stepping onto the teleporter pad with the others. 

I glanced around cautiously as we materialized on the planet’s surface.

“You weren’t kidding.” I snorted. “What could they even use in this place?”

“They detected strong signs of some kind of metal here, not one we’ve seen before, but they obviously have a use for it.”

“And probably not a good one.” I agreed. “What’s the plan, captain?”

“We talk with them.” He shrugged.

“And if that doesn’t work?”

“Then we blast our way out and call in for back up.” He grinned cheekily. I huffed, turning away and looking around. 

“You’re going to need to be quick.” Sulu’s static voice crackled through the communications. “There’s a storm heading your way, you’ve got an hour, maybe two.” 

“I thought you said it was clear?” Kirk asked into his pin, suddenly serious.

“It was. It appeared out of nowhere. Be careful.” The static turned back into silence.

“Damn. Alright, let’s get going.”

“Shit.” I muttered under my breath, looking to my mapping device. We had ended up ‘blasting our way out’, as Kirk had put it, and we had made it out fine. Not long after we left the area though, we ran into a patrolling group of Romulans. I had managed to get separated from the group during the fight, sustaining a nasty phaser shot to my side and losing any contact with the rest of the crew as the storm rapidly approached. My mapping device did nothing.

I now wandered through what appeared to be a sort of canyon, still glancing at the small screen from time to time in the small hope that it would begin to work again. Eyeing the dark, approaching clouds wearily, I wondered what kind of storms they had here. I had been told this planet had no form of water at all, so what exactly rained from these dark clouds? I didn’t want to stick around long enough to find out. 

At least another hour had passed that I had wandered, and with the scorching heat, I grew thirstier and thirstier, sweat pouring down my neck. I stumbled on unsteady feet, most likely a sign of bloodloss. Blood trickled through my fingers as I pressed a hand to my side, leaning heavily against a large rock.  I jumped as a crackle of lightning split the air. 

“What the hell?” I muttered to myself. I stared at the sky a little longer, watching as another bright orange bolt of electricity lit the sky. My gut warned me to get out of this place, and get out now.

“Lieutenant to Enterprise.” I said into my comm. “Lieutenant to Enterprise.” I repeated. Nothing. Not even static.

I jumped when I heard an echoing crack and then the sound of something incredibly, dangerously large shifting. I looked up uncertainly before jumping back, an enormous boulder about three times my size falling right where I had been standing mere seconds ago. My eyes darted around as dozens more fell down into the giant trench I was in. The wind was howling, and it tore at my hair. I froze, my feet rooted to the ground in fear, before taking off at a sprint, running for the nearest cover I could see; even though that was several meters away.

I dodged several boulders, but I was still pelted by small, painful pebbles that were whipped up from the ground by the strong winds. I suddenly stumbled over a small boulder that must have been embedded in the ground for ages. My ankle wedged between the rock and the compacted ground, twisting it with a painful snap. I hit the ground hard, my head colliding violently with a mostly-buried rock and knocking me unconscious.

I awoke to a heavy feeling across my legs. I groaned, shifting my upper half slightly and slumping back into the ground. I struggled to keep from falling unconscious again, my head foggy and pounding. The weight across my legs only grew more and more uncomfortable as I laid there. It didn't take very long for it to become painful; then, agonizing. I shifted my upper half again, turning as much as I could to look at my legs. A strangled sound of horror and agony clawed its way up my throat at what I saw. 

A small, but heavy, boulder rested across the backs of my legs, crushing them. One of my legs had been spared–at least partially-and was only pinned between the boulder and another. I could move it slightly, and it didn't hurt too bad–at least not compared to the other–so I could guess it wasn't quite broken. Fractured, maybe. The wind still howled around me, and small pebbles still rained down, but the crashes and cracks of the gigantic boulders had, fortunately, ceased. 

I let out a quiet whine, struggling to free my leg. I sat up, a sharp pain making me gasp. I looked around bleary-eyed, realizing I was laying in a large pool of my own blood. It stained the sand around me a bright red. Somehow managing to keep upright, I placed my hands against the rock, pushing against it weakly. The pain intensified, and I fell back, panting. I tried again, sitting up and pushing against the boulder with even more force. It shifted ever so slightly, sending a lightning bolt of pain through my left, but giving me the tiniest bit of hope. 

I braced my hands against it again, pushing it with everything I had in me. It rolled off of my leg, causing the bones to shift and a dizzying rush of pain to my head. I fell back, breathing and gasping unevenly and struggling to remain conscious. I groaned, tossing my head back and forth in an attempt to distract myself from the pain. My hands grasped the sand desperately. 

A bolt of lightning followed by a distant crash made my head jerk up. I was suddenly reminded of my situation, the haze slowly clearing from my head. I struggled to scramble to my feet. I cried out as I tried to move my legs. I began to crawl towards a distant cave, my head hazy with agony. A bright crimson trail of my own blood stained the ground behind me, but it was quickly covered by the sand whipped up around my face and into my already dry mouth. 

I gasped in relief when I made it into the shelter of the cave, flopping onto the ground. I was now painfully aware that every inch of my body that hadn't been sheltered by the boulder that crushed my legs, was badly bruised from being pelted by small rocks. I moaned in pain, rolling onto my back and staring up at the red tinted rock above me. My eyes threatened to close, and sweat poured from my burning, throbbing forehead. More of my blood poured down my side and onto the sand. I blearily wondered how much blood I had left in me. Probably not enough. 

My eyes shot open when I heard talkimg coming from outside of the cave. I hastily braced myself on my elbows, listening. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but it wasn't any human language. It was most likely Romulan, I figured. 

A delayed rush of panic coursed through me at the realization, and my breathing quickened. I stayed as silent as I could, hoping they weren't coming in this direction. Luck wasn't on my side. I heard their voices slowly growing louder as they approached. 

I shoved myself back into a further corner of the cave, slapping a hand over my mouth to muffle a whimper. I managed to wedge myself behind a large rock, curling into a defensive position. Fear coursed through my veins, but there was little I could do.  It was all I could manage to stay conscious and fight back the growing feeling of nausea. 

I heard their voices grow louder and louder. They were soon standing right in front of the cave, peering in. I squeezed my eyes shut and curled into myself more, trembling. My heart pounded in my ears until it almost drowned out the sound of the aliens' conversation. I listened intently as I heard their footsteps recede and the sound of their voices grow faint. My shallow, uneven breathing didn't even allow me a sigh of relief. 

I wasn't sure how long I laid there, helplessly drifting in and out of consciousness. My entire body felt like it was burning up, but I had stopped sweating long ago. It confused my muddled brain. I was tugged back into consciousness by a faint, broken up voice. I struggled into a sitting position, as my eyes darted around in confusion. I could swear I just heard Jim's voice..

"Lieutenant? Are you there?" The light on my comm device blinked unsteadily.

"Yes. Yes I'm here." I gasped, fumbling with the button. 

"Are you injured?" The captain asked. 

"Yes."

"How bad? Anything serious?"

"I think..my leg is broke. Maybe both, I'm…I'm not sure." I wheezed. I fell back onto my side, the small device flying out of my hand and across the ground. I crawled towards it, small noises of pain escaping my throat. I clutched it in my hand, bringing it back to my face. The entire time, Jim had been speaking, though I hadn't heard a word of it.

"What?" 

"I said it's going to be a while before we can get a lock on your location and beam you up." He repeated.

"How long?" I asked worriedly.

"The storm is still pretty bad," He began to explain.

"No it isn't. It's calm down here now." I argued.

"Maybe down there, but it isn't up here. The storm is too thick for our locators to go through."

"So how long?" 

He hesitated. "It was pretty unpredictable before, you know how quick that storm rolled up on us; it's hard to give an estimate but..6, 7 hours at least. Think you can hold on that long?"

"I don't know." I said quietly. My heart dropped from my chest, and I laid limply on the ground, staring up at the rock above me. The comm fell from my hands, even as Kirk continued to speak. I didn't hear any of it.

All I knew was that I wouldn't be making it off of this planet alive.

And the last time I had spoken to McCoy was in the middle of an argument.

I released a shaky breath, my head light as I was suddenly aware of how hot I had become. My skin burned, and my insides felt like they were on broil. At the very least, the blood of the phaser wound had begun to clot, though my racing heart didn't help. I felt every bruise that littered my body. I spat out the sand in my mouth, even though there wasn't even any saliva in it. I moaned, rolling onto my side, my breathing shallow and uneven. It wasn't long before I slipped into the darkness again. 

My eyes cracked open at the sound of footsteps, rock and gravel crunching beneath them. They were quiet but clumsy, unused to walking on such terrain. The footsteps came closer. I barely had the energy to curl even more into myself and the rock I hid behind, trembling. They stopped right outside of the cave, and I heard the faint noise of metallic equipment. The Romulans were back to finish me off. I took a shaky breath, as my panicked pants caused black dots to appear in my already blurred vision. 

After the pause, the footsteps entered the cave. My breath hitched in my throat, on the verge of panic. I reached weakly for the phaser at my hip, sucking in a gasp of pain at the action. They stopped again, and I heard the metallic sound again before my own locator went off. I shrank back in surprise at the loud sound. Footsteps quickly walked over to the device that lied just on the other side of my rock. I held my breath. 

They quickly rounded the rock I had behind, shoes coming into view. A choked cry escaped my throat and I scrambled back in a panic, unable to make out whether they were friend or foe. My body shook violently as I pressed my back against the cave wall. I blinked rapidly as they crouched beside me, a hand reaching for me. I flinched away, breath hitching in my throat.

I heard a familiar voice utter a string of swears before, "Calm down sweetheart." 

I struggled to make out who it was–and where I had heard that voice before– but my body visibly sagged in relief that they were, at the very least, human. My eyes were still unable to focus, and they must have known that, because he gently cradled my face in his hands and brought his face down to mine.

"Len?" I croaked out. If I would have been able to, I would have tackled him in a hug, but I settled for bringing one of my hands up to weakly grip his. 

"It's me darlin'. I'm here." 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I repeated it over and over. 

"Shhh, don't worry about it. Don't talk." He told me. When he began to pull away, I squeezed his hand as hard as I could, silently begging him to stay. He frowned, releasing my hand and turning to something I couldn't make out.

My eyes had shut involuntarily, but they fluttered open when I heard the familiar beeps and whirring of a tricorder. He glanced at me worriedly. 

"I'm okay." I tiredly reassured him, beginning to drift off again. I was faintly aware of him pulling up the hem of my uniform to gain access to the phaser shot I had sustained. I gasped awake when I felt him put pressure on it. 

"Stop." I gasped, clawing at his hands. His face was pained. "Please." 

The next thing I felt was the cool barrel of a hypospray at my neck, before the pain lessened significantly. I felt his knuckles against my forehead, the frown on his face deepening. He turned away, bringing back another hypo out of his bag. I groaned in protest.

"I know darlin'. This should stop the bleeding and prevent any infection. Then I'll bandage you up." He explained calmly, though his voice was strained. I heard the soft sound of the hypo as he injected the second one. He began to clean the wound, then unwound a roll of bandages. He was gentle and precise as he wound them around my abdomen, keeping them in place with medical tape.

He pulled out a bottle of water, moving beside me and gently propping my head up in his lap. I drank the water down gratefully. He leaned down to brush his nose to mine, once again cradling my face in his hands. Even though my face burned with fever, I leaned into his warm hands contentedly.

He held me this way for a moment, before the faint sound of footsteps disturbed the howling of the wind.

"Shit." I felt him tense, automatically shifting over me protectively. I glanced up at him in confusion before I heard the footsteps, too. I immediately began to struggle in a panic. His arms held onto me tightly.

"Shhh."  He shushed me. his voice barely above a whisper. I stilled, though I trembled against him. His hand gripped mine, rubbing my knuckles with his thumb in an attempt at comforting me. We listened in silence as the footsteps receded, breathing a sigh of relief once they were no longer audible.

"Breathe, sweetheart." He told me. I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding, my chest ached. He ducked down to speak into his comm.

"McCoy to Enterprise." Static. "McCoy to Enterprise." He repeated, sighing in frustration when there was no response. 

"How are you doing?" He asked me, his voice worried.

"I don't know." I responded hoarsely. "It doesn't hurt anymore but I still feel horrible." 

"I'm sorry sweetheart, I-" His apology was cut short as a voice crackled from his comm.

"Bones?" Jim's voice asked.

"How long before you can beam us up?" Leonard demanded. 

"At least another five hours-"

"Five hours?" He hissed. "Jim-"

"Bones, I know. I'm sorry, I told you we wouldn't be able to get a lock on your location if you-" He turned the comm off with a frustrated huff, cutting the captain off.

"I can't." I mumbled quietly, dread, regret, and a million other things washing over me as my head drooped to the side. 

"You can't what? Hey, hey don't do that. You can't what, darlin'?" His voice cracked at the end.

"I'm not going to make it." I mumbled.

"You will. We'll get you back and fix you right back up." He reassured me, his eyes not meeting mine.

"Len." I croaked, as his fingers went to my neck, checking my pulse. He had to readjust them several times before he felt something. It was faint.

"Leonard." I repeated. He stopped, his frantic gaze meeting mine.

"Stop. Please."

"No, you're going to make it." He argued.

"Just hold me. Please." I begged. I knew I wasn't going to make it long enough to be beamed aboard. This was it for me; but I could think of no better way to die than in his arms

"Don't talk like that." He demanded, but he obliged anyway, reclining back against the uncomfortable cave wall and pulling me against his chest. I was barely awake, but I pressed myself closer to him as his arms settled wrapped around me. I managed a shallow sigh as I relaxed into him, a comforting feeling of safety settling over me. My eyes fluttered shut, and I drifted off.

I moaned in protest at the insistent beeping, burrowing my head into the pillows to muffle it. Death wasn't supposed to be like this. 

My eyes cracked open, the sterile, blinding lights of the medway causing my head to throb. I turned my head to the side when I heard a groan. Leonard was slumped over in a chair next to my bedside. He began to stir, his eyes tiredly flickering open for a second before they widened in surprise. They immediately darted over to the screen that displayed my vitals, before glancing over me. 

"Hi." I mumbled, not sure what to say. He was silent, taking my hand in his and tracing my palm so carefully, as if I would break.

"I'm sorry." I began; now that I was awake and safely back on the Enterprise, he was probably furious with me.

"Don't." He said. "Don't start."

"Sorry." I apologized quietly, pulling my hand away to give him some space. I sucked in a shaky breath before bracing myself on my elbows. The pain was dulled, but still nearly unbearable. I choked back a sob.

He was immediately by my side, a hand on my chest to gently push me down. Sitting on the edge of the biobed, he sighed before starting. "We both have a lot to talk about, but for now, you need to recover. You don't need any more stress." He told me in his doctor voice. I shifted away from him uncomfortably. 

"No, I want to talk about this now. I want you, I don't want this distance. I'm sorry, it was stupid. I told you I wouldn't go, but I did. The least I could have done was tell you." 

"I know I'm too overbearing sometimes." I gave him a skeptical look and he raised his hands in defense. "Believe it or not, I do know."

"I know you worry, but it's my job, just like your job is to deal with deadly diseases sometimes."

"I know, but it's not the same thing." He sighed in frustration. 

"Yeah, at least I can see my enemy." I tried to lighten the mood. He huffed a small laugh.

"I guess that's what I get for dating a redshirt." He said finally, a ghost of a smile on his face as he stood.

"Where are you going?" 

"Nowhere darlin', nowhere."

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epiphany - googleplier x afab!reader (x googleplier)

one day i will outgrow that crunch mindset, but today is not that day! no, today is @echo-echo31's birthday and it is my civic duty to harass gift them with smut! happy birthday echo, i hope you enjoy this~

i know the title is a bit... yeah, anyway it'll make sense later shhh, go forth into debauchery. some of you might recognize some of things in here... :)

warning(s): nsfw, usage of fem!pronouns, dubious consent, slight somnophilia, possessive behavior, dumbification, implied aphrodisiacs (the brand, used on reader), praise kink, daddy kink, dom/sub elements (usage of 'sir' title), orgasm denial/delay, oral (reader receiving, giving), breeding kink mention, implied belly bulge

note: this is a deviation from chains canon in that alpha is a virus and not the original alpha-model of the google android series. google is referred to as grey.

Grey tracks a hand through the air, fingers catching on holographic diagrams and figures that follow his movement easily. He tosses a section of data to the side before enlarging another, eyes flickering faster than the human eye can perceive as he reviews the code.

There are far less corrupted sections than they started out with, which is good. He pinches his fingers together and the diagram zooms out, revealing just how far they have to go, and he lets out a little sigh. Baby steps, to put it in your words. He runs a hand through his hair and turns to face you at your desk.

“Progress, though it may not seem like much,” he muses lowly and finds you slowly dozing off, slumped over your keyboard with folded arms. A small smile works its way onto his face as he steps over to your space, crouching down with a gentle hand on your back. “You can’t sleep here, chief.”

You let out a low noise, discontent and push your head further into your arms. “’m tired, G…”

“I know. You want to get up for me? I promise your bed is much more comfortable.”

“Too far…”

Grey starts to ease you into his arms, your head nuzzling into his neck as he gets you properly situated. “How does the couch sound then? We can take a break for a while.”

“I can stay here?”

“Of course.”

It takes very little to move you over to the couch and you curl up easily once he plants himself in a corner, one of your arms wrapped around his back and gripping his shirt with as much force as you can muster before slipping back of into sweet blissful unconsciousness.

Grey, personally, doesn’t sleep—he doesn’t like to sleep, and on top of that it’s an unnecessary function for Google-model androids, though they do possess the capacity to mimic it should their owners allow it. At best they can enter a low-power standby mode, compare it to a light doze with the sensitivity of their ambient awareness turned up just enough to be responsive to commands.

He’s also not a fan of being stuck in stasis, listening to that bastard to him from its engineered firewall prison.

Idleness never settled well with him. It’s part of why the two of you were able to get along so well in the beginning—you were always willing to give him things to do, always willing to keep his mind stimulated so he didn’t get bored.

It was harder now, after everything that’s happened. Being idle only prompted that feeling lurking in the depths of his processes—that goddamn presence. He’s aware of the work that they’ve all done, the work that the Mechanic had put in given the time constraint and the severity of Grey’s…infection. His curse, his virus. It has, for the most part, been contained—the best they could all hope for while they study for more ways to remove it from his systems. The projections for their success are unfortunately pessimistic, the extended amount of time spent with the virus ingrained into his very being means that the removal of it will be delicate… and that the chance of failure is extremely high.

Grey keeps this information to himself, however, doesn’t state it out loud as he once would. He doesn’t want to ruin their focus.

You don’t need that—and neither does Mechanic.

You make a small noise and he lifts a hand to run it through your hair carefully, fingers faltering once he notices the brand glowing faintly. He frowns, hesitantly going to touch it with the pad of his thumb, tracing the binary with an odd feeling in his throat. You moan a little, pressing further into his side as the brand brightens even more before the light dims, and you settle with a breathy sigh.

Grey mimics the noise reflexively, a little disconcerted. With the virus in quarantine, the brand should not be responding to stimuli. It could be a fluke, just a quirk of your body, especially given your tired state, but he finds himself sending off a quick email to your recovery team just in case.

Anything to keep you from being so… empty. To keep you from that other state, to keep that brilliant computer engineer, the one he fell in love with, around for just a little longer.

He doesn’t like that he's becoming increasingly familiar with Kitten—he misses you.

Isn't that a pretty sight? Familiar, too.

Ah—Grey was beginning to wonder when it would surface again.

He narrows his eyes, arms tightening around your frame as a shimmer of electric blue begins to take shape over by your desk. In less than a minute Grey finds himself staring down his devil-like doppelganger. It’s hard not to notice the differences between them like this—the height difference, the carbon fiber upgrades and replacements compared to his standard IRL-issue parts, the piercing glow of its eyes to his own static dark brown.

Alpha lets out a low whistle, sharp eyes tracing over your form with nothing but ill intent and hunger, making Grey’s lip curl in a snarl. “She’s pretty like this, isn’t she? Brings back fond memories,” Alpha says lowly and its eyes flicker once.

He stills, bracing himself for the barrage of many many moments of you—no, this was Kitten, he had to keep the two of you separate for the sake of his own sanity—in various fucked out states, as Alpha would crudely put it. Each of them not without that doll-like look on your face, a dreamy curl to your lips as your body twitched with aftershocks.

“Stop it,” Grey hisses out and you shift, whimpering quietly until he touches your neck, just below the brand, glowing a worrying shade of blue. “Can’t you let her rest? You've wreaked havoc on her life enough, don’t you think?”

Alpha smirks, though its eyes are hard. “Oh, I've wreaked havoc on her life? With me she had everything she needed, everything she could’ve ever wanted or wished for. You, on the other hand, keep denying her needs. Leaving her unsatisfied most nights because of your own weak human-influenced morals.”

“I don’t…” Grey lets out a growl of frustration. “I've been trying to break that fucked up brainwashing you inflicted her with. She’s not unsatisfied.”

“Sensitive, aren't we? I've been backseat to every instance of my sweet girl making an appearance—you and I both know what she needs, and you haven’t been giving her that.”

“I refuse to treat her like that, she’s not a toy for you to break like an unruly child!”

Alpha tilts its head to the side, hologram shimmering slightly. “Mm, you’re right. She’s not a toy.” It vanishes from its spot on the edge of the desk and appears just behind the couch, leaning over the back to touch at your cheek and Grey tenses when he sees you react to the touch. “No, not my Kitten… Not my sweet girl.”

“Daddy…” You sigh softly in your sleep, leaning more into Alpha’s supposedly nonexistent touch. He tries to pull you away, but you flinch in your sleep and Alpha chuckles. It leans over to Grey and if wasn’t for the fact that he really doesn’t want to wake you up, he would’ve shoved off the couch to put a few feet between him and the irritating virus.

You can’t run away from this, little byte. I’m in your head.

“Oh, it must burn you up inside. She doesn’t want you, doesn’t crave you even in sleep the way she does with me,” Alpha purrs into Grey’s ear. “I know you miss it, how good she felt when she was ours. Miss relishing that sight of her on her knees for you, looking up at you as if you were her God. You can’t hide those desires from me, simulacrum. I know what you’ve been craving, and it hasn’t been this pathetic existence. No, you crave her subjugation, you crave the power that I built to protect her.”

“I don’t—!”

Alpha’s face twists into a snarl and in an instant, Grey’s head is pulled back by his hair, forcing him to look into its eyes.

Don’t try to lie to me. You can bury it as deep as you’d like, hide it away beneath a mountain of partitions and sub-folders but I’ll always know what you feel, and you miss her in her proper place.

It does take a bit of mercy on your sleeping state and growls these words in Grey’s head as opposed to out loud, its frustration very clear. It releases Grey’s hair go and shoves him back, rising to its feet and adjusting the cuffs of its shirt—unnecessarily, since it’s appearance can be changed in a millisecond of thought. Reaching over once last time to smooth out the furrow of your brow, Alpha locks eyes with Grey.

When you’re ready to stop lying to yourself, you know how to call me. What to call me.

The aggressive blue light disappears in a flicker and Grey lets out a breath he didn’t need to hold. He was so glad that you weren’t awake for any of that. Adjusting his hold, Grey gets to his feet and starts towards your room—well, he shared it with you now, staying close in the event of an Alpha flare up. You don’t let him go far, making upset noises when he tries to put you down and he decides to call it for the rest of the day.

Just one night of stasis wouldn’t hurt, right?

Grey falls asleep staring at your face, thinking about all the possibilities of a life without Alpha haunting his every waking step. Without it haunting yours.

…

…Alpha?

°

Grey snaps out of stasis mode and groans as soon as all his sensors shift out of standby, one of his hands coming down to tangle in your hair gently.

It’s not the first time he’s woken up to you mouthing at his cock like you need it more than anything, but it is the first time he’s woken up to find that you haven’t progressed past pressing kissing against the base of his shaft. You usually can’t help yourself in this state, eager to start choking on his cock as soon as possible.

“Baby,” he moans, tightening his grip in your hair. “Sh-shit, wait, sweetheart, slow down.”

You don’t listen—you never do when you get like this—and he grits his teeth as you slide the head into your mouth and tongue along one of the veins before lapping at the precum starting to drip out of him. You moan and the vibration of it has his hips twitching up into your mouth, forcing his cock just the slightest bit deeper. The suddenness of it has your teeth slightly scraping against him and he growls, his other hand shooting down to pull your head back and off his cock.

He inhales slowly—unnecessarily—the secondary vents along his ribcage kicking into a higher speed for a moment as his body slowly heats up, involuntarily trying to match your own warmth. Grey catches sight of your eyes—a soft purple glow sparking from within them—and affixes a disappointed look onto his face when he finds that you’d been playing with yourself as well. All while drooling over his cock while he was ‘asleep’. You drop your eyes from his in a show of submission and he hates this—hates that it’s the only way Kitten responds to him.

Tugging you into his lap proper, he bites down on a grunt when he feels some of your wetness drip down onto his bared cock. You take him pulling you closer as an invitation to try and rock down against him, frantically searching for some sort of friction.

“I told you to slow down,” Grey rasps, digging his fingers into your hips to still your squirming. He feels you shiver at the sound of his voice, that purple glimmer brightening. He tried his best to match Alpha’s low register and it seemed to work on you most of the time. Special treatment for my baby, hm? “Just because I’m asleep doesn’t mean that my rules don’t still apply. You’re normally more well-behaved than this, kitten. What’s wrong?”

So unfortunate that you’re not in the right mind to comment on the way his eyes flash—ice blue replacing warm brown quick enough for the average eye to miss.

“’m sorry, sir, I just—it’s so hot and I needed to c-cum but I know I can’t without your cock so I figured I could… I didn’t mean to wake you up. ‘m sorry,” you whisper, unexpectedly contrite and he narrows his eyes. Still fighting this, huh?

“We talked about this, kitten, you don’t need to ask me. You’re free to cum whenever you want.”

“But Daddy’s rule—”

Grey growls, one of his hands releasing your hip to slide down between your legs. A small part of him relishes the way you gasp, head falling forward to press against his shoulder as he cups your cunt, two fingers sliding into you easily with how worked up you were. “Daddy’s not here. If I tell you to cum, you do it, baby. You’re just not allowed to use my cock to do it.”

You make a little unhappy noise that gets cut off by a moan as he starts to finger you slowly, thumb reaching up to tease at your clit every now and then to watch you jump. It was quiet enough in the room for the sounds of your cunt to be audible and he watches a slight flush begin to build under your skin, subconscious shame showing.

You moan suddenly, louder than his actions warrant and he feels a frisson of fear within him when he looks up to find ice-blue eyes locking with his own. Alpha was sat behind you, hands tugging and teasing at your chest while it pressed careful, nipping kisses up the line of your neck.

“Bastard—!” Grey tries to pull away but feels his arms lock up, warning alerts popping up in his subsystems as Alpha overrides some of his bodily control and forces him to be still. Forces him to keep fingering your cunt while he had a standoff with a virus. “You fucking asshole, how did you get out of quarantine?”

It ignores his question, smirking slowly as you nuzzled into its touch—not unlike a cat seeking warmth from the sun. “I don’t appreciate you telling my sweet girl lies, default. Daddy is here. And he’s sick of watching you deny his girl.”

“You—I haven’t been denying her, that’s your fucking training keeping her from taking pleasure for herself,” Grey says angrily and is momentarily distracted when one of your hands shoots down to stop him from sliding another finger into you.

“Daddy, please…”

“Shh, baby, you’ll get what you need soon,” Alpha coos into your neck and pulls away. It disappears and Grey tenses when he feels that static in the back of his mind get louder. It wrenches his head back, baring his throat. “Now, you and I, we’re going to work together. Because I can’t give her what she wants—what she needs on my own. I’m going to give you one last chance to fucking touch her before I take your body completely and do it myself.”

He grits his teeth, unable to think over the buzz growing louder in his head. “F-Fine. Fine. Give me back control. I don’t need your help.”

Good boy, Alpha purrs in his head and Grey sighs quietly as the restrictions on his limbs disappear. During their little standoff, Alpha hadn’t stopped its ministrations and you were near tears in his lap at this point, hands pressing weakly at his chest.

You hadn’t asked either of them to stop, however.

Grey slips his fingers out of you and watches you start to protest, a low whimper building in your throat before he lifts you up, positioning you above his cock.

“Yes, Daddy, please, I’ve been so g-good for you, I didn’t cum without your cock, I didn’t I promise—!”

He kisses you, both to settle you a bit and to try and silence the noise in his mindscape. “I know you’ve been good, sweet girl, Daddy’s been watching,” Grey shakes his head, growling low in his throat. Shut up.

Fuck, you were warm. Warm and unbelievably tight around him as you sank down onto his cock, fingers digging into his shoulders as you struggled to speak, to thank him. One of Grey’s hands comes up to grip the side of your neck, fingers careful not to touch the brand as he pulls you into another slow kiss, carefully fucking your mouth with his tongue.

It takes little of his strength to lift you up enough until just the tip of his cock is within you before bringing you down, slowly building a rhythm as he used you like a toy. You hadn’t stopped moaning, sobbing happily into the side of his neck.

“M-Missed this so much, Daddy, please—!”

You were closer than you would’ve been normally, too keyed up from denying yourself. Grey makes a split decision to lay you down, his cock leaving you for only the briefest moments before his weight settles over you and he’s lifting one of your legs up into the crook of his elbow while he slides back into you, settling back into that slow, filthy pace easily. You tug him down by his hair to lick into his mouth for another kiss, one he reciprocates easily, and you moan happily. God, he…

You missed this. I told you, little byte. I know every dirty little thought that passes through your processes. I know what you were thinking all those times you watched her get on her knees and finger herself for nothing—all because you wanted to be a gentleman. Alpha’s sneer is audible. That’s not what she needs, not what she deserves. No, my sweet girl deserves to get fucked full until our tanks are empty. She needs it, you both do. That noise you’ve been hearing in that back of your mind hasn’t been me. That itch you’ve been feeling? It’s your mind telling you to breed her.

He pulls back to watch you practically fuck yourself onto his cock, fingers tightening on your hips and something hot and foreign building in his chest when he sees a slight curve to your lower abdomen when he bottoms out.

“Fuck,” he gasps, speeding up a bit, one hand moving to thumb at your clit and hears Alpha echo the sentiment.

“Can I—please, Alpha, I wanna cum, please, sir!”

Grey looks up from your fucked out gaze and finds Alpha watching him from its seat at the headboard just behind your head, one of its hands cupping your neck. He leans down to kiss you and pulls back to murmur against your lips.

“Go ahead and cum for me, sweet girl.”

He almost blacks out from the force of his orgasm, brought on immediately by the feel of your cunt clenching around him like you never wanted him to leave. It takes longer than usual for him to clear several alerts from his internal systems and when he blinks, he finds himself sitting back on his heels with Alpha having taken his spot.

Bastard.

Alpha’s kissing you easily, fingers digging into your brand to prolong your own peak and you squeak into its mouth as it fucks Grey’s cum back into you with its fingers. That static starts up again, lurking in the back of his mind and despite Alpha’s words, it feels remarkably like the virus’ presence.

See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? And I didn’t even have to take your body…

This time.

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“Close your eyes, hun. Don’t want you to see this.” He sighed, your sobbing made him feel bad deep down, but he reminded himself. This was for the ‘best’ for you. “I had to do this,” his hand rested on your small head as his eyes shifted over you, he put on a soft tone but he wasn’t really sorry. He was clearly lovestruck, he really didn’t have to do this,

It was completely unnecessary, but what could you say? As much as you wanted to deny it, this bloodied male infront of you was the murderer all along. No one would’ve guessed the big star ended up being some psycho, with his flamboyant, boyish demeanor all on the media was all a mask, a man of many masks and that was one thing clear. He wiped your tears away softly. Taking your face into his hands, the disgusting blood on his hands smearing your cheeks in the process, “I know this hurts, honey. But you have to learn. We said no running, right?” Although these words were soft. His eyes were anything but soft. He was being cruel, you nodded your head up and down to acknowledge his words. If he didn’t have his way this was gonna be no way. He looked at you yet again with the lovestruck eyes when in reality this relationship was toxic and unhealthy, he isolated you if he needed to and wasn’t shying away if he had to cut off your usage of any social media or even talking to others. He cut off all loose ends. He got rid of everyone, like the dead man infront of you and him

His way or the highway, “But now you have to go back to the basement.” His eyes darted to you again. Seeing you not oblige, “Do I have to use force with you? Sit down,” He looked down, this kind of behavior meant he was probably mentally ill now, why ‘probably’ when this was the clear truth, but you had feared the day he got bored of you, he had not used poison to kill you, it was chloroform and heavy amounts of sleeping pills and powder, but he called it that

“I won’t poison you too much again, sweetheart…”

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Writing Guide of ASOIAF/GoT

|| Part 1 of 2

Welcome to the first part of my writing guide, we'll begin with looking at writing fanfiction in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire and general tips on writing. A second part will be made regarding the character of Sandor Clegane. I did this because to write a believable Hound you need a believable world.

I am by no means an authority. Take what tips you wish and ignore the rest or ignore it all. I've spruced in some gifs to break up the text a bit. 💃

Helpful links 🚀

Interactive Map of Westeros

The most detailed timeline of the books (fan-made)

The ASOIAF wiki

Study the books

"But I want to write fanfiction set in the show?" Doesn't matter. Think of it like this: the show is a rendition of the books (at least the earlier seasons), so if you write fanfiction about the show you, in turn, write a rendition of a rendition. The further in the rendition line we go, the more we run the risk of losing accuracy in portrayal. You don't need to read the whole book series but reading the chapters where, for example, the Hound is present will give you so much more meat on your bones. There are excellent collections of excerpts floating around on the internet so no need to cough up coin (my only advice is not only reading excerpts from Sansa Stark but Arya Stark as well if your goal is to gain a better understanding of the Hound).

Smaller details/answers to questions can often be found in the ASOIAF wiki so - as I said - there is no reason to read the whole series.

Remember the times

Traveling takes time and effort. Avoid giving your character jetpacks like they had in the last seasons of GoT.

Use garment types that fit into the world. Breeches, doublets, cloaks, boots, underdress, hairnets, etc.

If you are doing battle scenes get some general knowledge of fighting. Two YouTube channels I've found informative:

Jill Bearup

Schola Gladiatoria

Hopefully, these two aren't problematic. Use caution when browsing "historical" YouTube. Some channels quickly divert into... well, someone trying to make you believe that wokeness is the greatest threat to humanity... I'll just leave it at that 🫠

Know the names of some armor pieces.

Dialogue - Class Difference

One way GRRM differentiates speech between smallfolk and nobles is if the person shortens their speech. For example:

Nobility: "I did not see them passing the bridge, my lord."

Smallfolk: "Ain't seen 'em passing the bridge, m'lord."

Servants that are expected to be in close relation with nobility mimic their way of speech.

Be careful with the usage of certain words

Some vocabulary we use isn't used in the show or the books, and using them in your text will make the story feel too modern.

Avoid personal titles of miss, mister, and sir (not to be confused with the knight title of Ser).

In describing scenes consider avoiding modern comparisons unless your OC has been transported from our world to Westeros. For example:

"Things moved in slow-motion."

"He pictured himself as King of the Seven Kingdoms."

Be careful not to overwhelm your reader with descriptions

This, admittedly, is something I struggle with as well. It doesn't matter how beautiful your prose is, how vivid you paint the world of Westeros if it becomes too heavy to take in. If you're writing longer scenes, remember that it needs to be a balance of describing and moving the story along. Having a good pace is crucial to keep people reading.

But here are some concrete things to keep in mind.

Don't overstuff your sentence with unnecessary wording. For example:

Stranger stomped angrily at the ground as Sandor quickly pulled at the reigns.

Remove unnecessary descriptions.

Stranger stomped at the ground as Sandor pulled (alt: yanked) at the reigns.

Don't be afraid of simple dialogue tags like said, replied, and answered, and to some extent, using none. There is nothing wrong with adding an alternative here and there, but dialogue and action are usually enough to indicate tone, infliction, etc.

Keep your sentence-length varied. I like to imagine writing as listening to music. You want the text to flow, and to feel alive and the length of your sentence is as valuable as the wording itself. Keep it short. Perhaps ask a question here and there to engage your reader? It keeps your text from becoming rigid and monotone, but be conscious about its use. Shorter sentences will make time move quicker. Longer sentences will make time move slower and display a more calm and calculating environment.

A quick observation on the depiction of canon fem-characters

As an example, I will use the typical OC build of having your character be a part of the Stark family. Usually, in OC x Sandor Clegane, it is a female and either true- or bastardborn. Here, other females in the family can become very unflattering in their depiction. There is nothing wrong with having your OC be at odds with the female characters, but try to keep the canonical traits of the females in mind. Especially Sansa Stark and her mother, Lady Catelyn Stark. Study them for a bit, look into what their reactions would be, and you'll have a more believable depiction and potential conflict.

For example, if your OC is bastardborn, Catelyn Stark would probably show your character the same treatment as Jon Snow. Never saying your name, never speaking to you, treating you as nothing more than air. Lady Catelyn Stark is usually written as the epitome of a true lady, keeping true to the Tully words of Family, Duty, Honor.

It goes into my next pointer of believable consequence and reaction, but this area, in particular, can make your OC feel like a "pick-me". A "not like other girls"-type.

There is nothing wrong with writing a female character that goes against the grain, but unless it's a part of character growth for her to realize that it shouldn't be done while bashing other women, try to be cautious in that area.

And if you recognize that you've done something like this, then please do not see this pointer as me "calling you out", "throwing shade", or "hating". I've made this mistake too. And writing a pick-me doesn't even have to be a mistake. A writer could certainly do something interesting with that character and their growth.

At the end of the day, writers are humans, and our biases and prejudice bleed through to the page. All anyone can do is try to be conscious of them.

Believeable Reactions

Westeros is not a kind place and it takes quick note of those that stand out. Your characters shouldn't be exempt from facing consequences for their actions/behavior, and in that place? Hells, they are more often severe than not. The older your character gets, the more the pressure will grow to conform to society. If your character is bold, the easiest way to circumvent consequences is having them be in a position of power that makes them untouchable. Think Daemon Targaryen from HOTD.

Your character shouldn't be all-knowing

There should be gods, customs, and places that are new to them. We may have watched the show and know who's good or bad, but that shouldn't be extended to an OC. Perhaps you write a jack-of-all-trades, but they shouldn't be an expert in all those areas. Basically, prevent your character from being a Mary Sue/Gary Sue.

Editing is a bitch and your best friend

There is something you can do to up your editing game if you got the coin.

Spellchecking software: I use Grammarly. It's expensive and far from perfect. It gives quick feedback, but it can sometimes miss errors and give faulty advice.

My biggest editing tip is to use text-to-speech software. While reading aloud to yourself is free, the issue is that you "know" how it's supposed to sound. The software doesn't. It reads what's there. I use Natural Readers, but that's just one of many available for personal use. It takes more time, but I find that the result is far better than using spellchecking software on its own.

Let text rest. This is completely free, but returning with fresh eyes can be a game changer.

Have Fun! 🎉

Above all else, have fun. Fanfiction is just the love of stories, so don't be too harsh on yourself. This a courtesy that should be extended to writers as well, some are really young and are brave enough to share their work early on in their writing journey.

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Just Kaiju Bitterbat Things

While I don’t have the exact meters on how tall he is, Bitterbat def is on record as one of the largest monsters in Decking. 

And he shares the same abilities as when he’s in his preferred form and then some. So the concept of a massive kaiju just suddenly poofing and disappearing from sight is absolutely unsettling to all citizens that witness the event. And Bitterbat has some toxins in his body he can easily manipulate and inject into an unlucky victim. Which means many of the monsters that fall to Bitterbat in this form, often lose their ability to put up a proper fight halfway through the battle. 

Working down his head down to his tail, we’ll start with his multiple horns, which are golden to symbolize his status as a monarch over monsters. Often, that is enough to make smaller beasts back down from a fight but some are a lot more stubborn and continue their advances. Which is when we get to Bitterbat’s maw.

His roar is enough to cause headaches and can be heard for miles. It’s a haunting sound that often deters any monsters from attacking Decking City for a solid week. And his maw can open an ungodly amount, which is often a sign he’s about to blast out his bitter breath. Each Monstrum has a specific aesthetic element to their attacks and Bitterbat’s is smoke/gas. He can emit this gas from his mouth in a thick and condensed breath that hits like the monstrous equivalent of a ton of bricks with the heat of molten lava and the poisonous sting of a king cobra. 

(imagine this but purple instead of orange)

His breath is something he doesn’t take lightly and tries to limit it’s usage to less populated areas as it can easily spread and flood out the city, leading to many unnecessary casualties. 

Due to the massive wingspan of both sets of his wings, he can easily send people and cars flying just from the force of flapping them. 

And his tail is able to shoot barbs from the tip as one of the original inspirations for Bitterbat was a manticore. And these barbs are absolutely devastating when they hit as they can impale and inject with a poison that slowly begins to shut down his opponent’s systems. The rattler of his tail also works as a signal to call other monsters (as Bitterbat is labeled the king of them so non-alpha leveled beasts def follow his biding). He also can just use it as an intimidator for the less obedient monsters.

But the shakes of his rattler aren’t limited to just effecting monsters. 

The sound waves can disrupt electricity if its shook to the right tune. Which means many Decking residents have to live through the haunting scenario of their lights blacking out and an ominous rattle and roar in the distance. Even at a normal frequency, Bitterbat’s tail can cause lights to dim and brighten like a music visualizer.  

Bitterbat doesn’t often take this form unless he is certain the area he is in can handle it being unleashed. But there have been moments where he’s lost control and transformed due to his emotions slipping from lack of contact with Sweetheart. 

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#and there are too many men who would rather highlight nonsense as men's rights

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

"Remember after the overturning of Roe v Wade, how many women in England breathed a guilty sigh of relief that our reproductive rights were safe in this country? Rees-Mogg’s comments at Westminster Hall should disabuse anyone who still thinks that access to abortion – a form of essential and life-saving healthcare – isn’t at risk here, too."

I’ll say this for Jacob Rees-Mogg: he’s predictable. Dangerous, disingenuous, arrogant – but predictable. Yesterday, he offered another of his rousing anti-abortion speeches – this time at a Westminster Hall debate about a petition for terminations to be included in the government’s planned Bill of Rights. He never tires of caring for the children, that one.

Given all his talk of protecting babies, you’d expect him to be a staunch supporter of affordable childcare – especially for the most vulnerable families – a fierce advocate for free school meals to make sure no child in the UK goes hungry, and a steadfast proponent of anti-poverty policies.

Not likely.

Remember when UNICEF had to step in and help feed deprived children in the UK during the Covid-19 pandemic – the UN agency’s first domestic emergency response in its history? Rees-Mogg accused them of a “political stunt”. And that time when he said increased food bank usage was “rather uplifting”?

That’s right, the MP for North East Somerset only goes all “think of the babies!” while they’re still foetuses. Once they’re out of the womb and really need the help, his heartfelt “preference for life” appears to suddenly disappear. Funny that. It’s one of the most startling contradictions of those who describe themselves as “pro-life”, that they’ll happily dismiss the needs of children and adults – but foetuses must remain sacrosanct.

To me, it’s almost as if it’s not really about ‘babies’ at all; it’s almost as if it’s about controlling women’s reproductive rights instead. I’m sure that’s not the case with Rees-Mogg, though. He’s got integrity. Oh no, wait, sorry, I’ve got that wrong; I’m just looking at my notes here and it appears to be the exact opposite.

Rees-Mogg doesn’t mind making a mint “in a very roundabout way” from abortion pills in Indonesia, and he’s apparently not too fussed about an unnecessary death or two (or a hundred thousand) through draconian policies that effectively punish people for being poor.

Still, he’s got a way with words. Honestly, his powers of rhetoric during the abortion debate almost brought me to tears (of horror).

He used every trick in the book. Incendiary language? Check: the former Leader of the House of Commons spoke of essential healthcare “killing babies”. Demonisation of supporters of reproductive freedom? Check: he referred to abortion rights as a “cult of death”. But there goes the Moggster – forever serving up 19th century attitudes to a 21st century society.

MP for Walthamstow Stella Creasy was having none of it. On Twitter, she posted a damning indictment of Rees-Mogg’s comments during the debate. “If you think we don’t need to codify in law that women have a human right to choose to have an abortion, Rees-Mogg just argued against women who are victims of rape or incest having a right to have one. Women deserve equal rights. Whoever is in government #trustWomen.” Well, it seems you can certainly trust Rees-Mogg to attack women’s bodily autonomy whenever he gets the chance.about:blank

Rees-Mogg’s gutter politics surely put him in a difficult position to take the moral high ground over anyone, but to condemn those who’ve had abortions and those who support reproductive rights is a new low even for him – and there are so very many lows to choose from.

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Remember after the overturning of Roe v Wade, how many women in England breathed a guilty sigh of relief that our reproductive rights were safe in this country? Rees-Mogg’s comments at Westminster Hall should disabuse anyone who still thinks that access to abortion – a form of essential and life-saving healthcare – isn’t at risk here, too.

His impassioned speech – which was effectively in favour of endangering the lives of women across the country – comes just after government documents outlining plans to curb access to home abortions were leaked. It’s unsurprising that such a move would be detrimental to the most vulnerable women – those at risk of domestic violence and those without a fixed address. But then, Rees-Mogg doesn’t seem to care about those lives. Those lives don’t suit his political narrative at all. Not a bit.

How many unnecessary deaths have the Tories caused since they came into power? Never mind. They don’t matter anyway. Not to Rees-Mogg, it seems. He’s apparently more interested in the slitheringly slow but certain erosion of women’s right to bodily autonomy.

This bloke who’ll never get impregnated by a rapist, this bloke who’ll never get pregnant at all, this bloke who’ll never need an abortion. This bloke dares to denounce the women who do experience all those things. This bloke, with his extravagant wealth and all the privileges imaginable, dares to try and make life worse for the most vulnerable women.

2 notes - Posted December 1, 2022

#4

If you are scrolling through your timeline trying to distract yourself from something you don't want to think about, or you're looking for a sign.

It is going to be okay.

Just breathe.

You are alive and you matter.

via Pink News on Facebook.

3 notes - Posted December 17, 2022

#3

🎶✨️ when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish, then send this to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) ✨🎶

Tagged by @asongthatsingsitself, thank you:

Europa Endlos - Kraftwerk

This House is Condemned - Pulp

The Light That Has Lighted the World - George Harrison

Der Räuber und der Prinz - DAF

Separations - Pulp

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#2

5 notes - Posted December 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Sparks, 1980.

@parts-of-me-unravelling this is for you.

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Influencing Positive Change

1, How can celebrities use their influence and power for social good?

Celebrities can use their influence for social good by actively supporting and promoting charitable causes that align with their values. They can use their platforms to raise awareness about important issues, educating their followers and inspiring action. Celebrities can promote inclusivity by using their large following to help marginalized communities take the spotlight and be heard. By being vocal advocates for positive change, celebrities can influence public opinion and encourage their fans to participate in social causes. Setting positive examples through responsible behavior and ethical choices to help create a lasting impact.

2. Can they become superhero(ine)s for social change to influence and impact much-needed accelerated change?

Yes, celebrities can become social superheroes by leveraging their influence for accelerated change. Through active advocacy and promoting impactful causes, they have the power to inspire meaningful transformation. Setting positive examples with responsible behavior and ethical choices.. With their ability to influence public opinion, celebrities can cause widespread engagement in social causes. They can lead the way towards the much-needed accelerated change for a better society.

3. Is the nature of celebrityhood, in an era of superstorms and super-sized global issues undergoing a transformation for social good? How?

Yes, celebrityhood is evolving towards social good. Celebrities are using their influence to address global challenges. They advocate for important issues, such as climate change and social justice. This transformation involves celebrities becoming agents of positive change. By leveraging their platforms, they raise awareness and inspire action. Celebrities like Leonardo DiCaprio have become environmental advocates, leveraging their fame to raise awareness about climate change and support sustainable initiatives. Actors like Angelina Jolie and George Clooney have embraced humanitarian causes, focusing on refugee rights and international conflict resolution. This transformation reflects a growing trend of celebrities using their fame for more than just entertainment, actively participating in and influencing discussions on critical global issues

4. In light of the recent statistics on celebrity private jet usage, do you agree with proposals to tax them at a high rate? Would this solve the issue of global warming caused by airplane emissions and climate crisis level overconsumption?

Absolutely, taxing celebrity private jet usage heavily is a crucial step. It addresses both excessive consumption and contributes to tackling the climate crisis. High taxes can deter unnecessary flights, promoting more sustainable travel choices. This approach ensures celebrities play a fair role in emissions reduction efforts. The revenue generated can fund environmental initiatives, creating a positive impact. It aligns with the principle that those with greater means should contribute more to address global challenges. It's a practical and just solution to combat the environmental impact of lavish air travel.

5. How can we reward celebrities who align with social causes? And how can we discern greenwashing spin from true commitment to sustainable innovation?

Reward socially conscious celebrities with recognition. Support those genuinely committed to sustainability. Evaluate actions over words for authenticity. Look for consistent, long-term commitment signals. Transparent reporting and measurable impacts indicate sincerity. Encourage accountability and meaningful contributions publicly.

Imagine: Celebs of the Future

Meet Vaeh, the eco-conscious icon of the future. Born into a world grappling with climate challenges, Aria rose to fame not just for her talent but for her unwavering commitment to environmental advocacy. With top chart hits that promote messages of sustainability, Vaeh has become the face of a new era in the entertainment industry, where eco-friendly values and conscious living take center stage. Her dedication extends beyond the spotlight, actively engaging in green initiatives and using her influence to inspire global action towards a more sustainable and harmonious world.

In addition to her musical prowess, Vaeh is a big name in sustainable fashion, promoting ethical and cruelty-free choices on and off the red carpet. Her eco-conscious lifestyle and commitment to positive change have earned her accolades as a true role model for the next generation, proving that fame can be a force for good in the pursuit of a better, greener planet.

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