#what is the point of bringing Ben back to the light anyway

[something-about-sunflowers]

ALRIGHT, *cracks knuckles* let's get into that teaser, shall we?

Should I itemize this? I think I'm going to itemize it lmao.

So:

Starting here because this is a baseline for Stede, he's got no neckerchief here. This is likely early in the season, probably the very start.

Man's got a fuckin' ARM.

This is Ed. You can see the bare right arm in both shots.

Red neckerchief. Ed's scrap of silk? Beat to shit if it is, which, he did toss it out to sea so, it would be.

Ed's not wearing the knee brace. Or gloves for that matter. I know the knee brace being an actual mobility aid is unconfirmed canon/fanon but it does make me :(c to see him without it. Either it wasn't actually considered as a mobility aid or he's lost it like he's lost his gloves OR he's going without it because he doesn't care if it hurts.

Closer shot of the neckerchief.

I just wanted to point out all the knives stabbed into the table. Also, those look like bits of paper on the windows, did they keep some of the books to repurpose for window blocking purposes?

THERE HE IS!!!!!!!! Other people have already pointed out the makeup and his ring still on his tie, along with the whip on his hip cjizzy real. He's got a new baldric but I also think his clothes look. Darker? Than in season 1? This is a darker/heavier contrast setting but it carries into other shots of him too I think? Like they're less sun/saltwater faded or something?

Other thing to note: If I have my orientation right, this is to the right of Stede's bed nook and to the left of the library, which means this shelf is the one with the auxiliary wardrobe opening mechanism. Which I bring up because:

This little guy seems to be in the place of the mannequin. Ed kept the auxiliary wardrobe and gothed up the mannequin to justify it still being there.

SO much here. This is, I'm fairly certain, Benjamin Hornigold. This camp he's set up (along with what he's wearing) looks like it was made out of a shipwreck. Ed's barefoot and missing his jacket and gloves, and his shirt's torn up at the sleeves. Definitely where he washed up from his dip in the ocean.

Note the trees and the lighting, that comes up later. Ed shoots here and Ben moves with the shot but it doesn't look like he was actually HIT by it to my eyes.

'Wanted. |Blackbeard| Villainous Pirate. Murderer, thrice over. $400 Reward for the criminal responsible for: theft - brigandry - larceny - arson - tax evasion ➡' Presumably there are more crimes/info on the back, though we see the reverse side in the next cut and it's either blank or all in very small text, I couldn't quite tell.

The poster to the right says 'Port' something which has me wondering Port Royal but that's just the only 'Port' something I know, could def be somewhere else.

(Also, just for fun:

Here's how much abouts Ed's capture would be worth now.)

Wider pic than it needs to be but I didn't wanna cut out Olu lol. ANYWAY. Neckerchief again. Also the back of the poster, see what I mean about it either being blank or very tiny?

Babygirl. . . But also that Bride Ed figure kinda slays. Little bralette with the midriff showing, I see you Babygirl. When will he be allowed to just rest and do silly little crafts WITHOUT heartbreak looming over him?

Well. Four is not nine. So. There's that. The other five could be used or out of frame though, of course.

OH. He's back to his fingerless gloves! They might actually be different from his original ones though, they look different at the wrist to me, not quite sure though.

The BOYS!!!! Frenchie looks like he's having a GREAT time. Considering he suggested they turn the hostage into a table and complained about the Republic of Pirates being a bit gentrified I'd say this is more in line with what he's used to in piracy. I 100% buy he was going along with Stede's way because he knew it was an easy ride compared to real piracy. This wouldn't necessarily be a return to form for him but definitely something he's more used to? And he gets to be kitty :3c

And FANG!!! Look at him showing a bit more skin!! Good for him!!

Everybody say 'Thank You David Jenkins'. Right now. Look at this Mad Max shit. Fuckin' Imperator Jimenez right there. LOVE that tye added the 'beard' after the 'fuck's wrong with your face?' bit in 1x10. Full 'it looked weird on you but I slay' energy.

Jim

Izzy

Fang

Near as I can tell at least. I can't make out if Frenchie is in the shot and I'm pretty positive Ed isn't cause he stayed by the cake when they charged in.

Man, yknow I know we were all kinda clowning on it a bit at the end of 1x10 but this look really is so JARRING. Like, in the dark it's menacing but in the light? It's unhinged and that reads as more dangerous imo.

Also just for comparison's sake the pre-Ed-ified version of the bride figure. He really did full on customize that thing lol.

I DON'T THINK ANNE KISSED STEDE HERE. It feels out of character of the show to pull the 'It's fine if a woman does it to a man' kind of thing with regard to unwanted kissing. This is the frame the scene starts on in the trailer. She's leaning back from him and isn't nearly close enough to his mouth to say for certain that's where she was coming from. My money is on her leaning in to whisper something into his ear, maybe under the guise of it being an advance/intended kiss, which would also explain the annoyed look when she's interrupted. She either got ACTUALLY interrupted or it's part of the act. Stede doesn't look nearly as uncomfortable as he would be if she'd kissed him or tried to, he looks confused.

Izzy going for his sword when this guy tries to get the drop on Stede. He either is starting to care or he knows how much Ed needs him alive.

Also, this is the other potential source of Stede's neckerchief. Mr, Knife right here has a red one and Stede doesn't have it in this scene. I do think this one is a little less distressed than the one Stede has though so it could just be coincidence.

See? No neckerchief. He DOES have a sword at his hip tho! So this, I think, is after Izzy's started training him.

Also, he actually looks really good in red lol.

Baby. He's definitely missing the ring in this shot. It sits higher than the baldric is covering. I want to give him a little kissie on his ouchie and then let him have a nap, he needs that.

The pants match the coat. Also, black shirt. Stede is kinda slaying ngl.

Still missing her head :(c. Isn't that bad luck?

Maybe yall didn't hear me properly with the Jim pic. I'll repeat:

EVERYBODY SAY 'THANK YOU DAVID JENKINS'.

I can't get over how Stede's just standing there politely with his arms behind his back lmfao.

Also, Izzy's got his right leg up, he's putting his weight on his left. . . 'foot'.

I SAID EVERYBODY SAY-

I know tits and all but also. The belly. I would like to. Bite.

*ahem*

ANYWAY. On the left (our left) side of the barrel you can see the tip of his right boot so he's def got that leg off the ground. Perhaps someone is trying to relearn their footwork? Now that they've got a different balance than they're used to? And perhaps a difference in sensory input in the leg he's standing on? Possibly?

This is the same beach Ed was on when he did the fuckin' RAD takedown of the other officer but it definitely looks like different times of day. Having both in the teaser is def meant to be a red herring. He doesn't have the neckerchief in this shot either.

Bra för honom. (Is how google translate tells me you say 'Good for him' in Swedish.)

Is Jackie's hair the same here as it is in the VF pic with Ed? Or like, similar enough to be a 'later in the day after some Fun™ messing it up a bit'?

Roach!!! Fully sleeveless now, added a belt, got some flowers tied to the strings/straps of his apron. Looks like he's having fun lighting that cannon lol. Pretty sure this is the same scene as that one leaked photo of him dancing with Fang and Izzy's green screen sock. He had the flowers in that, right?

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Flirty!MultiVillains x Clueless!Reader || Excerpts / Reactions

Plot: The friendzone is a many splendored thing... not. (You friendzone them) Includes: Candy Pop, Dark Link, Inkubus, Long John Silver, and Oogie Boogie. Warnings: Sexual references!! Derogatory and degrading statements!! These are mostly from the villain’s point of view. Feminine pet names used (Especially in Silver's. He consistently uses 'lass'). Oh also Inkubus may have some sinister intentions... but they are not disclosed and honestly what do we expect. Unedited as of yet. Tagging: @asperol-with-izzy , @disney-android-foundation , @lady-love88 , @marinerainbow , @masqueradeball , @miss_understood , @moxiiscool , @ryantryan6969 , @spookiifi , @thecourtofgraywaves , @yesthetrashbin , and @your-mxnd-is-mxne . Hi all! ^^ Please head the warnings, its meant to be comedic, but Candy Pop and Dark both make some very gross comments 😅 Hope y'all enjoy and have a great day ^^

Candy Pop:

You walk away quickly after that, giving him that sweet kiss on the cheek and saying he’s such a lovely friend to you, and he wonders for a split second whether that was on purpose. “-Excuse me?!?” Surely you know that he wants his hand down your pants? “Hooooold on hold on hold on- “ You can’t be this dumb. Surely! Almost immediately Candy Pop whips around and follows you right down the hall- quickly catching up to you and skipping ahead, walking backwards in front of you, making you smile. “Love! Love, love- what was that last part??”

“I’m glad to have you, Pop.” You grin back, giggling at the befuddled look on his face. It does not clear up.

“Uhuh… as??... “He prompts you carefully, waiving his hand in a ‘go on’ sort of gesture.

“A friend! A wonderful friend.”  

“… hah, sorry, again? I just can’t wrap my head around those words. Must be our language barrier.”

Adorably confused, you tilt your little idiot head at him; Eyebrows knitted together. Oh god, he thinks. Are you not joking after all? “Candy Pop, you’re English.”

… Right… okay- “Yes, well, English used to be quite different in my time, right??” Yeah, that’ll do for an excuse. Sure. “Anyway- again?? You love me… as??”

Sighing, you stop walking and reach out to put a hand on his arm; Making him stop, too, and guiding him towards you. Theirs a gentle, concerned look on your face and your touch makes him feel weak, makes the skin under your fingers light on fire, and he just wants to shove you against the wall and taste you under his tongue. All over. But- “Candy Pop. Whatever you’re thinking… stop.” Holy shit you’re not joking!! You’re truly a dumbass!! What is he going to do!?? He wants to shove his tongue in your asshole, so this- he can’t- this won’t- this is just not going to work!?? “You are lovely- to me, at least.” You give a giggle, and its enchanting, you’re enchanting, but he has never wanted to squeeze you more then right now. Even with your pretty hand on his arm and your pretty eyes on him and your pretty voice in his ears. “and I do love you. Believe it, bud.”

Then you give him another soft, maddening kiss on his painted cheek, and leave again. This time he does not follow. This time he’s too gobsmacked.

Slowly he brings a hand up to his mouth, chewing on his nails and staring at the floor… oh my this is a disaster.

Dark Link:

“Mmm, y’know Y/N,” As the movie begins the play, after you’ve opened your jumbo bag of doritos and settled down beside Dark on his bed, he takes the opportunity to throw an arm over you. He’s close, now, just like he likes it, and he can see you stuff your face with artificial cheese in detail, sure, but eh- you’re a cute pig. You pull it off. Good on you. “This is a pretty freaky flick… if you get scared, be free to get cozy with me… BEN’s not gonna be here, tonight.”

At least he better not; Dark paid the little weasel handsomely in Hostess cakes and threatened his little man if he did show up. Tonight is the night Dark makes his damn move on you. A real move. One you won’t be able to write off a joke or just friendly. You’re obtuse, but you’ll get it this time. He’s sure.

… because honestly if you don’t, he’s going to lose what’s left of his ever-loving mind. He may have to fuck BEN, or Jeff, if you don’t get it this time. Any dank, warm hole will do but he hopes it’ll be yours. He’s going insane using his hand and wishing it was you. This trying to fuck you thing, has been an ordeal. He’s actually exhausted. You’re dumb as a box of rocks and he wants to feel you so bad. It’s killing him.

You’re killing him.

“Oh,” You pop a dorito in your mouth, looking at him with those pretty (clueless) eyes. “Where’s he gonna be?”

“Don’t know, don’t care. Anyway- “

“That’s a shame.”

“Yeah whatever. So like I was saying- “

“Are you sure he’s not coming around?? I’ll wait- “

“New conversation babe. Stay with me. I just want- “

“I have a bit of a crush on him… “You confess then, awkwardly, a nervous look on your face- but also relieved, like you’ve been wanting so badly to tell him this for a while.

… And Dark sputters, losing his entire train of thought entirely and just staring at you; Under his arm, looking adorable and shy, picking at one of the corners of your dorito bag and telling him… what!? The sound of blood curdling screams erupt from the horror movie then, which is fitting. “… C- Uh, c- come again please?”

You look bashful, before groaning and hiding your face in your hands. Dark follows your face with his eyes, not moving because he’s in shock. “You couldn’t tell?? Aghhh, I feel like I act like a total loony tune around him.”

“… Nope, baby, I couldn’t tell… “

“Oh you’re just saying that!”

“No, babydoll, I promise I am not.” … I guess I’m fucking Jeff tonight then. Goddamnit.

Inkubus:

… He feels like he’s being filmed. Leaning back suddenly, Inkubus brushes a few leaf’s from your annoying pot plant aside and glances behind it. Camera crew?? Secret hidden videographers?? Hello??

No?

He looks swiftly back to you, and you’re still gushing! And yes, you are gushing, right now. To him. That is how he would describe it because that is the correct word. You’re positively glowing, right now, and you certainly don’t notice how disorientated he has gotten- almost feeling dizzy, of all the pathetic human ailments, because this has never happened before, things have never gone this horribly wrong-  

“- oh sorry!! I’m talking too much, aren’t I??” Inkubus watches you tuck hair nervously behind your ear, as innocent as ever, and barely restrains the urge to roll his eyes- or snarl. You’re still completely what he wants, still clean and pure and perfect for his needs. Just your scent puts a sweet taste on his tongue. He can’t… he has to have you. “You don’t want to hear about this… hahah… “

He absolutely can’t believe it. … what are you? If you’re human, which he’s sure that you are, then you shouldn’t be immune to his charm’s. You should be physically compelled. And even if he wasn’t using his powers, you still shouldn’t be able to resist him. He has had a long time to perfect his act, and women - as well men, and everyone else, anyone he wants, - usually fall at his feet. It’s just… the way that it is! Si... What- What- What!?-

But you’re completely in love with someone else. That’s clear.

… But he wants you.

… Taking a deep breath in and rolling his shoulders gracefully, almost totally inconspicuously, forcing himself to calm down, Inkubus pastes a smile onto his face. “No,” He shrugs. “I don’t mind at all- tell me more.” Eugh. “Maybe we can come up with a solution together, hm? Be free to tell me everything… “

It’s been a few centuries since he has played the long game… but here we go~

Ugh… quaint. Truly.  

Long John Silver:

... Just shoot me. Put me out of my misery, please. Morphie, pal-

The little traitor just jiggles and bubbles in the air behind the lass's head, silently laughing his bleeding backside off after the mortifying kick in the pants that Silver just received from you. Silver glares at the creature, but quickly smoothens his face back out again when you look back at him.

Agh... just keep smilin'. Jussttt keep smilin'... dont be a sore git about this... it was worth a shot at least, it was.

"Y'know lass," Silver finally manages to speak, hating what he has to say. "I didn't know y'had a lad, back home... Y'never mentioned 'im, before now. Promse ya, I wouldnta asked-... well, I cant say that. Lets just say I wouldnt've come on quite so strong, eh? If I'd known." He gives a playful wink, brushing off the awkward moment for your sake. Its not yer fault you aint got room in your life for an old pirate like him!

"Oh, hah. Didnt I?"

No, ya sure didn't. He'd've remembered. "Nope, but that's okay lass... I'm just gonna be a splash heartbroke, now. Probably cry meself to sleep fer a couple nights..." He jokes, rubbing the skin over his heart and watching you cover your face, in sweet sheepishness. Oh, you're cute. Very cute. Whoever's got ya is one lucky bastard. "... But I'll get over it, promise ya."

"Ohhhh," Bashful and sweet as all hell, you peak out from your hand and look all-guilty up at him. Damn, you are a lovely thing you are. "I'm so sorry... "

"Don't even think on it, love. Now- "Clearing his throat, Silver picks up the huge, heavy stew pot in his two strong hands. "lets get the grub out there for those men, unless we want a mutiny on our hands."

Oogie Boogie:

"Wha- Friend!???" Oogie immediately throws his body dramatically backwards, hearing that; A hand to his chest. "You see me as a friend!???"

"Well... "Nodding your head, all-wholesome (Blegh), you confirm his suspicion, making the bugs in his stomach absolutely roll. "Yeah, Boogie!- "

"Friend!???" If he had a heart, he would seize it. My god, wasn't he clear?? What does a guy haveta do around here to get some pretty little tail??? The hell is this 'friend' crap!?

"Yes, Boogie!"

"How doya figure that!?"

"Well... " Now you're starting to look kind of hurt. You?? You hurt??? He's the one who's hurtin' now, doll!! What the heck is goin' on here??? "I- I- I mean, I thought so- "

"Pumpkin! I do like ya- but I don't think ya get what's happenin', here!" When you just tilt your head to the side, like a damn puppy dog (Disgustingly sweet), Oogie facepalms. Satan gimmie strength! "... do I have to be painfully clear with you, sweetbean??~~ "

"... Hm?"

"Oh- " Huff "fine." Suddenly Oogie slips in close to you again, curling an arm sneakily around your waist and yanking you against his front. A dirty old smirk tears across his face as he leans into yours. "... this'll be fun, anyway~ Hehehe... Hold on tight to me gorgeous, we're goin for a ride~ And its all or nothin', so keep ya wits aboutcha okay doll?"

#look. silver's talking style is a WORK IN PROGRESS. i'll get there eventually 😂😂... #he sounds like a very confused old-style cowboy right now aghhhhh XD #MultiVillains x Reader Excerpts #MultiVillains x Reader Reactions #MultiVillains x Reader #MultiVillains #Candy Pop x Reader #Candy Pop Creepypasta x Reader #Candy Pop #Candy Pop Creepypasta #Dark Link #Dark Link x Reader #Inkubus #Inkubus x Reader #Long John Silver #Long John Silver x Reader #Oogie Boogie x Reader #Excerpts

[trashquisitor-shirozora]

*enables you* what happened with TLJ 👃

After all these years I still can't properly find words to explain how deeply betrayed I felt after the credits rolled and I shuffled out of the movie theater with everybody else. There was a TON of hype surrounding this movie, an absolute fuckton. I only saw positive reviews about it, the cast, the director, the plot. I got excited to see where Rian Johnson & Co. would take the ST.

The only remotely negative comment I saw before watching the movie was a fandom blog saying they didn't like what happened to Poe. Since this blog was about racism in fandom, I knew something was off. That was my only warning.

And y'know, it was like, five minutes in? Ten minutes? And Poe makes a "Yo mama" joke at Hux? I used to go into movies with an open mind and spent days gathering my thoughts about them because I was always slow to react, slow to gather my thoughts into coherent strings of words. It's how I enjoyed Michael Bay productions and JJ Abrams' love affair with lens flare. I never got actively angry with a movie I was watching, and I was fucking angry by the time the movie ended. I still remember texting a friend while standing out in front of the theater because I was so confused. The response to TLJ was so positive so why did I come out of the movie so frustrated and confused and dissatisfied with the whole thing?

It's been years and we all know how this movie divided the Star Wars fandom and just... broke Fandom Spaces in a way I never expected. We all know what TLJ did and didn't do, and how TROS provided the final nail in the coffin that was the ST experiment. But back then, all I saw was positive commentary about the themes and messages of TLJ, how it portrayed failure and the dangers of putting someone like Luke Skywalker on a pedestal, how the Force was female, how... important it was to see Poe get characterized as a hotheaded hotshot who needed to be demoted, slapped around, and stunned in order to learn some kind of lesson, how important it was to see Finn lose everything he gained in TFA so that he could relearn how not to be selfish or something while starring in a fucking incredibly tone-deaf B plot, how Rey... I'm not sure exactly what because she didn't need training anyway and then spent most of her time trying to bring Ben Swolo back to the light????? Rose was so promising as someone who grew up under the FO's thumb but she and Kelly were fucking abandoned by Disney so I don't know if Rose existing was actually a good idea if it meant giving Kelly unending trauma. Mark slipped up by calling Luke "Jake" and expressing his displeasure in front of cameras, and I was so fucking baffled and alienated by his character after knowing how his story ended in ROTJ that I couldn't connect with whatever lessons I and he are supposed to be learning. JJ set up Snoke like a mystery box and Rian just yeeted him off without so much as a fucking explanation so what was the point of that? Hux was a fucking joke. Phasma was barely there. The only character that Rian cared about was fucking Kylo Ren and Adam says years later that he was never supposed to get a redemption arc anyway.

Like, this was the movie everyone hyped up? This was the movie that didn't answer any questions left unasked by TFA and didn't bother to move forward with character development for any of the known characters? I spent money watching a slow space chase that ended on a planet made of salt and killed off Luke for Reasons? Am I stupid? Am I dumb? Am I a peasant incapable of understanding the masterpiece Rian directed, this so-called Best Star Wars Movie Since ESB?

But I couldn't say anything. I couldn't be dogpiled for hating such a empowering movie for women, a diverse and inclusive movie that had the likes of John and Kelly and Oscar. I couldn't be lumped in with the Star Wars dudebros with their raging misogynistic and racist takes on the movie, the cast, Kathleen Kennedy and Lucasfilm, Disney, etc. I couldn't be seen as one of them just because I didn't like a movie that I should like, I'm supposed to like. So I sat in silence, read meta, witnessed the fucking catastrophic explosion around some wild ass AO3 fandom essays written by a racist OG member of OTW about Finn/Poe, saw hate piled on black and bipoc fans, saw r*ylo fans come for John and John clap back at them, just saw an absolute fuckton of hate, and so by the time TROS came around I just... checked out. There was no way JJ could salvage what Rian had done and I was right. TROS was a corporate-run soulless garbage end to the Sequel Trilogy, but it ended just as The Mandalorian finished its first season and regained a lot of good will with this small story about a lonely Mandalorian bounty hunter who encountered a Force-sensitive Baby Yoda.

And then TBOBF/Season 3 of the Mando Show happened, just like how TLJ happened. All the promise, all the unanswered questions of the previous movie/season, all fucking dropped or provided with the worst, most unsatisfying answer. I'm sure others have found better answers and can live with what Star Wars gave us, but I haven't been able to. TLJ came out years and years ago, and I am still so bitter today. I'm still so bitter because TFA had such an incredibly compelling setup with such promising characters, and then TLJ Did That.

I got so heated while writing this. I'm still so mad. I'm still so bitter. I bury my head so deep in the sandbox I built for myself so that I don't have to think how Disney is twisting and contorting all these Mando'verse shows so that they all eventually lead to the ST, their precious hot potato child that just... didn't have to end the way they did if they actually had a fucking plan and fucking stuck the landing. I'll give the MCU this - their Phase 1? They fucking stuck the landing. I fell off the train tracks and haven't really watched the MCU since Captain Marvel, but at least they had a fucking plan and didn't fucking derail themselves like Disney did with the Sequel Trilogy.

I could be nice to people who like this movie but I'm not going to be. They can be nice on their own blogs.

Man, I can't even watch Knives Out or Glass Onion because my blood starts boiling. Just. TLJ did a lot to ruin what I hoped would be a positive and creative connection with Star Wars, and it took the Mando Show and the 2 minutes where Din and Luke locked eyes on the Imperial light cruiser to bring me back.

I'm gonna stop before I get way too heated for sleep.

#shirozora awkwardly responds to asks #anti TLJ #this is 100% a TLJ hate post and blog #i spent so many years holding in my thoughts about this cursed movie #when I say spite fuels me this is what I mean #this is how I find comfort in 'love star wars. wish it was good' #anyway this was the movie that made me feel crazy for years because how could i hate this movie if everyone said it's good #how can a movie be good if all i got from it was confusion and betrayal #time to go art something and calm down before bed

[damn-stark]

Chapter 34 Everyday before

Chapter 34 of Cherry

A/N: One more chapter

Warning- Fluff, mentions of death, ptsd, angst and swearing

Takes place during- The final chapters special 2

Pairing- Jean Kirstein x fem!reader

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Mother…

That’s why her piercing gaze is so familiar. The rest of her face is unrecognizable, but her eyes are those from your nightmares, they’re evil.

“Didn’t your midget mention me?” She asks in a soft and very feminine voice that catches you guard.

“You…” you stammer and return her piercing gaze without trying to exceed yourself and welcome back this anger you’ve been trying to overcome. “You used to hide me in closets. You kept me inside them. I’m still afraid of the dark because of you.”

Marie blinks and releases a soft scoff that sounds almost amused. “It was for your own good. I couldn’t risk people seeing you. You were a little girl, and when Lucius wasn’t home I had to do what I had to do for your own good.”

Lucius…one of your brothers? Which one out of three?

“Lucius?” You ask about him only because it’s your brothers that you care about, you can’t bring yourself to care about her. Ever. You were only ever curious to see what she looked like, and now that you see that she is beautiful, your curiosity has been fulfilled and now all you’ll wonder is why she let your father touch her.

“Who is he?” You ask hesitantly.

Marie pulls a cigarette out and puts it between her lips first before she answers. “My eldest. Your older brother. He’s the one who would take care of you and your brothers. He’s dead.” She announces bluntly before she lights her cigarette.

You swallow thickly and avert your gaze.

You can’t say you feel sad. Do you feel bad? Yes, but not sad, you don’t have any recollection of him. He’s just a story now.

“And that…” she trails off to point ahead. When you follow what she’s pointing to you see the guy with a buzz cut dancing with Mikasa. He’s looking over here too.

“…Is Eric,” she continues. “He’s 2, no, 3, 2? Well, he’s older than you are.”

You drift your eyes to her and shoot her a glare over the fact she doesn’t know how old her own child is.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she quickly remarks. “You look like your father when you do that.”

Better than being her. But still not a compliment.

“Anyway,” she snickers and sits back. “Then there’s Ben, my military boy. Which in fact,” she says and points at you with her cigarette. “He’s the general, and before that, he was closer to you than you knew. He was in the Military Police.”

You stiffen and look down at your hands with growing shock.

Does he know about you? If so, why did he never talk to you?

“You can’t blame Eric, he didn’t know about you until a couple of years back. He’s actually quite excited to meet you, but for now, I just needed him to distract—”

“What do you want from me?” You cut her off and narrow your glare back on her. “Why now?”

Marie shrugs. “Curiosity. This is a new era for humanity, my girl. I wanted to turn over a page and start a new chapter,” she rambles and lets the cigarette burn in her surprisingly well-manicured fingers—“I’m getting old, I want to retire, right my wrongs,” she says with the least sincere face ever.

Kenny was many things, but you could see when he was sincere, even through that tuff and hardened exterior. He wasn’t affectionate and mushy, but he was honest.

Marie though? You can read her, there’s an ulterior motive behind her eyes, something evil you can’t handle anymore.

You’re slowly starting to get better, and you can’t deal with the bullshit that comes with her anymore. Besides, she might’ve birthed you but she was never your mother, you had mother figures, and none of them were her.

“Then do so away from me,” you sneer and get up, managing to finally give Mikasa an out to rush over—“I want nothing to do with you.”

Marie leans forward and slowly tilts her head.

“I’m starting to get better,” you continue louder each second as you’re beginning to overflow with different emotions. “I want to heal from the part I had in the war, from the shit that I went through because you couldn’t be a mother, so stay the hell away from me,” you snarl and step back towards Mikasa who grabs your shoulder the moment she reaches you.

“Y/N, what's wrong?” Mikasa asks right away with concern.

You exhale and shake your head stiffly. “Nothing. Just saying goodbye to this woman here.” You press your hands on the table and lean forward to add a few more things. “Kenny was never a father either, but at least he had his reasons. He cared for me in his own way, but you, you’re nothing, so stay away. And if I see you around me I will not hesitate to get rid of you.” You stand up straight and huff out through your nose, making her grin and clap.

“Well, well, Little Uri,” she interjects without looking or sounding offended. “That’s what he called you, yeah? Uri? After that Reiss man, he was so obsessed with? Anyway, you have some balls on you kid…that’s all I ever wanted to see. Hm…good luck in life, kid.”

You blink and step back with slight surprise after you expected more. An outburst or a counter. But this is it?

“Come on, Y/N,” Mikasa urges you as she tugs your arm. “Let’s call it a day.”

You steal one last look at the woman still casually sitting down with her cigarette now in between her lips, and admit that you bear some resemblance look-wise, but that’s it, you could never be like her otherwise and you’re glad.

“Let’s go,” you whisper to Mikasa and let her turn you away to quickly stride out of the cantina.

“Are you okay?” Mikasa asks the moment you’re out.

You glance at her and nod honestly. “Yes. She was never in my life, so I can’t be upset over someone that was never there. I was curious to see her, and I see that she’s quite beautiful, so now my curiosity is satisfied.” You offer her a soft assuring smile and another nod. “I’m okay.”

Mikasa holds your gaze for a moment to read if you might be hiding any other emotions so she wouldn’t worry, but all she sees is sincerity, so she lets it go.

“I told you we should’ve not gone in,” she gloats.

You laugh softly. “She would’ve found me regardless, best to get out of the way. But I guess this means no more slackin’ off.”

Mikasa nods, and just before you get further away you both hear running footsteps before a voice calls out. “Wait! Y/N?”

Mikasa and you both stop in your tracks and peer over. That’s when you see that it’s Eric, your brother.

“I don’t want you to make any excuses for her,” you immediately interject and make him come to a stop. “She might’ve been a mother to you, but she wasn’t one to me, so don’t talk to me about her.”

Eric lets out a deep breath and places his hands on his hips and nods quickly in agreement. “No, yeah, yeah, that’s fine. She’s outta mouth and outta mind.”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion at his comment.

“You,” he points. “You’re my sister.”

You and Mikasa share a quick look before you nod stiffly. “Apparently so.”

“Well,” he says and hits his hands on his hips. “I thought I was the only child for so long, it was boring. I mean Ben is a military man, he was raised by his father after Lucius died, but that father then sold him off to the military or whatnot,” he rambles. “And I only barely found out I had a sister. I didn’t remember you. So…” he shrugs. “Maybe we can talk. We can talk to Ben and all talk together.”

You let out a breathless laugh before you give in. They’re the only reason why you wanted to meet your mother in the first place.

“Fine,” you sigh. “But only you. If I see her with you I’ll forget about you all over again. Got it?”

Eric flashes you a charming smile and nods eagerly. “Got it. Uh, where?”

“Hm, how about tomorrow? Right above here, there’s a teashop on Main 65. We can meet there at 1 pm.”

Eric nods and claps his hands. “Gotcha. Cool. Cool.”

You shoot him a small smile and offer him a small wave before you turn away and continue to walk away with Mikasa.

Once you’re a ways away she nudges your arm. “He’s like you. Talks a lot and is very chipper.”

You feign a laugh and nudge her harder. “Was he flirting with you? Maybe we can become like a twisted family, huh?”

Mikasa goes serious and glares at you for such an insinuation, making you chuckle and throw your arm around her. “Come on let's go see if my old house is still standing.”

——

Dear, Levi

Do you remember the brothers I have? Well, I met them. Both of them. I was hesitant to meet my older brother, Ben, because apparently he’s been in the Military police, and he knew about me so I was kind of offended that he didn’t present himself, but after my other older brother Eric basically begged me to present ourselves to him, well, I’ve decided to give it a shot!

Plus, the therapist says that working towards forgiveness right now as I’m trying to work on my anger is significant. I can choose to keep Ben out of my life as I get to know him, he says. And Mikasa says that too. So I’m giving it a shot, and you know? They’re not bad.

Ben is quite serious, and reserved, and he has a poor sense of humor. Oh, and he has a serious cigarette addiction. Can’t say I blame him though. Anyway, he’s trying to get on my and Eric’s good side.

Which leads me to Eric. He’s very cheerful, and he has a great sense of humor, Mikasa says he’s a lot like me personality-wise, but I don’t see it. He’s wicked smart, but kind of sloppy which is kinda of gross, but regardless, he was a huge mama's boy through and through, and then I don’t know what it was; the fact that he knows he has more family, or he was growing tired, but he told me that my mother wanted to use me to fight for her in some stupid turf war she’s currently in. She didn’t care, she knew I was strong like Kenny, so she wanted my power…can’t say I’m surprised.

Which is why I busted her and her rival! With the help of Mikasa, my brother Ben, and Eric. The underground considers us heroes now, so I’m glad. I would like for the underground to disappear completely, but people have rooted themselves too deep so there’s still people who want to stay, and as long as that happens then I’ll help them live better lives, even if it’s underground.

Anyway, I’m glad Eric did that. It must’ve cost him a lot, I can’t imagine what he must’ve felt betraying Marie like that, but I know pain, so I’m helping him. He lives with Mikasa and me now! So we’ll bond a lot. I’m excited.

Anyhow, I’m finally going to that tree. I’ve finally found the strength and I’m going. Mikasa and my brothers are coming with me too. I’m starting anew. Or so I think.

I’m glad you’re moving on your leg more and that they’re starting to accept all of you. I love you, until next time.

Yours truly, Cherry.

P.S. Jean finally wrote to me. It was short, and a year and a half later, but he finally wrote back!

——

That tree, your special tree where a lot of your childhood is rooted, and the reminder of who you were and what happened is planted there too beside Marco’s stone.

The tree is basically in your backyard, you chose to make your home close to it on purpose, but no matter how close you are to it you haven’t been able to find the courage to go visit it until now. And you’re not going alone either, Mikasa and your brothers are going to, so maybe that’s what makes it easier.

“Just up there, that tree there,” you point ahead at the tree you’d never forget any markings of.

Ben and Eric keep walking to it, but you stop and stare at it with hesitation.

“You know, no matter how long I’ve spent up here,” you hear Eric interject. “I can never get over how green everything is.”

“That’s what happens when you live too long behind mothers skirts,” Ben retorts.

“Mother never wore skirts.” Eric quips.

Mikasa lets out a short breathless laugh as she stops by your side. “Do you need time?” She asks.

You pull your eyes away from the tree to look at her. And the moment you lay your eyes on her you feel comfort and the confidence to finish the last stretch.

“No,” you mumble. “We’re basically there. Let’s go, I don't know how long Ben will last with that button-up.” You offer her a tiny smile, and Mikasa glances over at your older brother and scoffs softly as she catches him swatting away bugs flying around him.

You finish walking to your destination and find it a bit easier than you thought, but once you reach the tree, as you see the headstones planted in front of it your breath catches and you feel that agony puncturing your heart all over again.

“This is morbid,” Eric mutters quietly. “It’s kind of freakin’ me out.”

“Shut up,” Ben hisses.

You can’t say that seeing Marco’s headstone brings you so much sorrow that you feel paralyzed because the truth is, you’ve grieved him. He’s been dead for a long time now, so his death isn’t what truly affects your state of mind. Seeing your tombstone, seeing the memories of who you used to be playing around this area is what made coming here worse.

You so badly wanted to come and feel better, feel like you used to, but you’re only reminded of the pain you suffered. All you feel is sorrow and hot tears streaming down your cheeks. That’s why you could never make yourself come up here, but that’s also why you’re here.

The vivid and beautiful colors this world is painted with are slowly coming back to light. You’ve slowly started feeling joy in just hearing the wind howling in your ears. You’re slowly seeing beauty in the ugly once again, and it’s amazing, but you also know that you can’t be who you used to be. That’s why you’re here, that’s why you finally made it to the tree because you can finally let go of your old self.

“This is where I lie,” you break the silence that had built as everyone gave you a moment of silence. “This is where my family buried me after they thought I died, and for so long I tried to deny that the girl I used to be lay here, I tried to fight it and tried to put myself back together, but,” you sniffle. “Here I am. And It’s okay. I’m letting go and starting anew.”

You exhale deeply and feel, or think you feel a weight rise off your chest as you finally make peace with yourself. Sure it’ll still take time to heal from the pain, but it doesn’t hurt as much as you used. Your nightmares are less, and they’ll never go away, but they don’t paralyze you anymore. You accept who you let go of, and accept who you’re slowly becoming. And it wouldn't feel complete without putting flowers down, so you crouch down and leave flowers in front of your tombstone before you place some on Marco’s as well.

“Do you want us to say something too?” Eric asks, causing all eyes to fall on him.

Yet whereas Mikasa and Ben looked annoyed and upset at Eric’s boldness, you laugh and shake your head. “No. This is just a me thing. But I wanted to do something with you guys too.” You look at everyone who came with you before you drift away to the creek's edge.

“The flowers in my hand are for us,” you share and wipe away your tears before you hand everyone a flower. “For example, I’ll go first,” you continue and dip your feet in the waterbed. “Here lies me, my past, my pain, and a soldier.” You drop the flower in the water and watch the current take it away. “Today I welcome a veteran, an underground hero,” you laugh. “A sister, and who I will become down the line in my long future.”

You turn and face your group with a smile. Yet they don’t share that same enthusiasm, so you step away from the water with loud wet footsteps and approach Eric first to pull him to the river.

“Do it. For me,” you plead sweetly.

Eric looks at you and scoffs. “You’re starting your new life with manipulation?”

You shoot him an innocent smile and he holds your gaze for a moment before he steps into the water and throws his flower in the water.

“There goes me, I guess…a son, and a thug…” he trails off and watches the flower float away for a lingering moment.

You don’t stand close so you can’t see his expression, but you can imagine it’s not a happy one. He’s letting go of a life he knew, he’s finally letting go of the only person he had for so long. She was not a good person or a good mother, but it’s all he had and he’s finally accepting that it’s okay to let go.

“And you’re welcoming someone new,” you interject for him. “A brother, a hero, and hope for those in need underground.”

Eric's shoulders fall and he hesitates before he looks back at you with a smile and glossy eyes.

You mirror his gesture and notice Ben walk to Eric’s side to hurl his flower in the water.

“I suppose,” Ben interjects and exhales deeply. “I’m letting go of who I was when the Titans were alive.”

You sigh and watch him walk out of the water bed quickly to return to dry ground, letting Mikasa go next.

Albeit she doesn’t move, she stays where she is and grips onto the flower, making you sigh and hook your arm around hers to comfort her instead of pushing her to do what you wanted. Because unlike Eric and you, letting go isn't as easy. You know her life hasn’t been easy after losing Eren, you see her struggle, and you’ve tried to help her just as much as she’s helped you.

It’s why you let her watch the water drive away the flowers you had dropped instead.

“Ben,” you bring up and slowly look over at your brother. “If you leave, and push us away just know I won’t give you another chance…I’ll leave you behind like I left our mother behind. Understand?”

Ben meets your gaze with slight disbelief as he nods in comprehension.

“Good.” You smile and then look at everyone with you before you grin. “Why don’t we keep going to reach that waterhole before Ben here melts under the sun.” You laugh and Eric soon joins in, causing Ben to sigh.

“What if we race there?!” Eric suggests as he steps out of the water.

You shoot him a pointed look and protest, “no, I’m not running all the way there.”

Eric tilts his head and challenges your gaze. “No? Scared I’ll beat you?”

You scoff and let go of Mikasa's arm to stare him down for a few seconds before you break into a sprint towards the waterhole.

“Hey!” Eric calls out and runs after you, leaving Mikasa and Ben to catch up at a walking pace.

——

*2 YEARS LATER*

Dear Levi,

I don’t like that you’re not returning home. I truly don’t. And yes that’s how I’m starting this damn letter, you old man. WHY COULDN'T YOU COME HOME WITH THE OTHERS? DO YOU WANT ME TO GO OVER THERE?! CAUSE I WILL! I WILL GO ON A BOAT AND GET TO YOU!

Anyway, just so you know, I went to visit Furlan and Isabel, I ranted to them about you. Oh, and I have forgotten to say, my cherry blossom trees bloomed. I wish I could take a picture of how the pink stands out amongst all the green trees that surround my cottage.

Oh and Ducks also live in my pond now! They’ve also hatched their little ducklings, they’re so cute! They shall become friends with my baby chicks.

Anyway, this letter will be short because I’m mad at you.

I love you! I’ll write when the others get here!

Your lovely and favorite child, Cherry.

——

*A FEW WEEKS LATER*

“Okay, okay, how about this pink dress with the matching scarf? Hmm?” You spin around and show off your second outfit to Mikasa. “The scarf can also be around my neck! But I don’t want the wind to hit my head. So around my head, it is,” you continue to ramble to yourself. “With this small white purse?” You lift a small white bag. “Or this one,” you roll out and lift a bigger one that looks identical.

Mikasa sighs and fixes her red scarf as she studies you again, her eyes drifting from bag to bag before meeting your gaze and sharing her thoughts. “He’ll like you regardless, so please just stop changing, and let’s get out before we’re late.”

You snort and laugh nervously before turning to sit down and put on some white heels. “What are you talking about? I’m not doing this to impress Jean,” you brush her off nervously.

“Oh, I was talking about Reiner actually,” Mikasa jokes with a serious face that makes you huff and stand to your feet to face the mirror again.

“Small purse it is,” you decide by yourself before you shift your feet to turn, but stop to fix your necklace and the charm that was all twisted.

“You look desperate,” Mikasa says boldly, making you gasp and cup the charm with an offended look on your face. “He’s still your friend. Not your lover.”

You pout and ignore her to walk away. And the moment you do Eric walks across from you, but stops and backpedals, causing you to look at him with a pointed look. Eric then reaches over and snatches the necklace off your neck.

“You look desperate,” he repeats what Mikasa just said. “Now hurry up we don’t got all day.”

“He’s my best friend!” You argue. “Why can’t I wear it?!”

Eric tosses the necklace to Mikasa who catches it with ease. “Because you’re not dating it’d be weird,” he rebuttals.

He begins to walk towards the door, so you walk to your seat to pick up your cat off your seat and set her down on the floor so she can know to follow after you. “You only say that because you have no friends, you only hang out with me and Mikasa, or Ben all day. Loser,” you snap.

Eric opens the train cart and looks back with a teasing smile. “Only loser here is you.”

You roll your eyes and follow after him with your cat Honey following at your side since she never likes being apart from you.

However, as confident and excited as you felt walking out of the train cart, your nerves to see Jean again after three years makes you slow down your pace, and clench your hands to fists, while you feel your stomach twist and scare off the fluttering butterflies you felt previously. And because you slowed down, unknowingly Mikasa got ahead of you, and knowingly people (men specifically) begin to swarm around you.

First, it was some guy selling Newspapers to the people getting off the boats, the next it was an old florist who saw you hesitate by his stand to admire the flowers.

“Want a sunflower? Freshly picked today.” He walks around the stand and snatches a sunflower to lean it towards you. “No charge. A pretty flower for an even prettier flower.”

He’s flirty big time which is gross, but he is old, and you probably won’t ever see him again, so you smile at him and take the flower he offered. “How did you know sunflowers are my favorite?” You smile and touch your chest as if completely gushed.

“I have an eye for this kinda stuff,” he says cockily.

You giggle and pull out some spare change from your bag whilst you continue to talk to him. “Well, the flower is very beautiful. I wanted to grow some of my own, but they never grew,” you mention with genuine sadness.

The old man points to the sky and props his hand on his stand. “It’s the damn birds. They eat the seeds off the ground I tell ya, try putting a net over it until they bloom.”

You offer him a genuine smile and discreetly leave the coins in the pot for him to find later. “Well,” you say, “that's good advice. Thank you, I’ll try it.” You begin to walk away and he slowly follows behind.

“Come again and maybe I’ll show you what net to use,” he says smugly, making a teasing smile grow on your lips.

“I will think about it,” you say over your shoulder before saying goodbye and continuing down to the dock where Jean and the others were probably already getting off.

Yet as you continue to stride down to the pier you catch a glimpse of Mikasa glaring at you by the gate that leads to the pier.

You offer her a smile and quicken your pace, making your cat's little bell attached to her expensive collar jingle as she tries to keep up. When you reach your cousin she grabs your arm and pulls you with her. “We’re late. They're getting down.”

“So much for waving your scarf at your lovers as they climb down,” Eric teases as he walks back to fall by your side.

“Can you shut up,” you sneer and push him aside.

Eric reacts dramatically and pretends to bump into your other brother, Ben, who is lined up with Historia and the others as they also wait for Peace ambassadors.

“Whoa bro,” Eric laughs at Ben.

Your older brother shoots Eric a side eye and counters with a pinch to Eric’s arm. “Behave.”

Eric snorts and then skips over to catch up to you once again. However, you barely pay any mind to him anymore because now all you can see is Jean first before you can take a look at any of your other friends.

Perhaps it’s because he’s the tallest or not, but he’s the one that caught your eye right away. And right away you noticed the slight change in his appearance.

His hair is brushed back, he no longer tucks his bangs behind his ear. He looks a bit older and seems to be aging gracefully. That suit he wore suits him very well and hugs his biceps extremely well.

Besides that, he looks the same since you saw him last. Except you did think he’d share your smile upon seeing you, he does seem happy to be returning home from what he wrote to you last, but maybe he was just saying that to be nice because his eyes now are widened slightly, and his lips are parted as he watches you approaching him.

Yet you don’t let that affect you, you still beam at him as if nothing happened, as if he hasn’t only sent sporadic letters here and there, and go to embrace Connie.

“Connie!”

Said man hugs you back, making you squeeze him back.

“You’re still strong you know,” he groans.

You laugh and pull back to grab his arms and look at him with admiration. “Look at you,” you point at his hair. “Your hair! You’re not bald!”

Connie grumbles, “I was never bald.”

“It actually looks nice!” You compliment him.

Connie flashes you a smile. “Now that you’re not with Jean would you date me?”

You scrunch your nose and scoff, “no.”

Connie scoffs and looks at you offended, letting you pull back to throw your arms around Pieck since Mikasa is still talking to Armin.

“Hey, you,” Pieck greets warmly.

“I missed you!” You tell her honestly. “We can only write so much on a letter.” You can’t stop smiling and step back to show it off to her.

“You look nice,” she directs at you.

You bow your head. “Thank you.”

“It took her five hours to pick a damn outfit,” Eric cuts in behind you, letting all the attention finally drift to him instead of avoiding him.

“Who are you?” Annie is the only one to ask.

Eric smirks. “Only the most important man of y/n’s life,” he jokes and throws an arm around your shoulders.

You go along with him and look at Jean, noticing that he and Reiner have the same shocked and horrified look on their faces at the mention.

“This is Eric,” you introduce the guy beside you. “My older half-brother.”

Reiner lets out a relieved breath, and Jean laughs nervously.

“Brother.”

“Half brother,” you correct Eric.

Eric pushes you aside now that the act is done but you grab his arm. “Eric, this is my family….Armin,” you point at the blond boy who hasn’t changed that much. “That’s Connie,” you point to the guy next to Armin.

“Sup,” Connie greets with a gentle head rise.

“And that’s—wait!” You exclaim and let Eric go to push past him and Mikasa to reach Ben and grab his hand to yank him out of formation and pull him with you. “This is my other brother, Ben!” You exclaim.

Ben offers them a faint tight tight-lipped smile and a small head nod.

“Ben, this is Armin, Connie, and Jean,” you introduce your best friend once again.

Eric and Ben share a look and slowly Ben’s serious stupor falls, and Eric cuts in. “So this is him, huh?”

Your eyes widen and you snap your head towards your brother.

“Maybe she can finally stop with her obsessive questioning,” Ben plays along.

Eric nudges him and adds, “maybe I should write Jean.”

You frown.

“I wish Jean would write,” Ben adds as he begins to laugh.

“Maybe I should stop altogether,” Eric cuts in and Connie begins to chuckle, causing you to snap your glare at him. He notices and shuts up.

“Shut up,” you hiss and pinch Eric’s arm before you push Ben and twist on your heels to storm away.

“You made her mad,” you hear Mikasa comment nonchalantly.

Without looking back you know your cat is behind you so you just head back to the train and decide to continue reading your book. The others don’t take long to come inside and the first one to find you is your brother.

“It was funny, but I apologize,” Eric interjects.

You raise your book and turn to block his face. “You embarrassed me.”

Eric sighs. “I guess.”

Footsteps approach but you don’t think much of it until you hear Jean’s voice. “Can we talk?”

You lower your book and meet his gaze with a sigh before you nod softly.

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Pocket Pal (tiny!Homelander x OC)

18+ | 2k | tiny!Homelander, micro/macro, oral sex, he gets wild with it | Fic Directory

These stupid fucking super villains and their stupid fucking gimmicks!

Homelander is the strongest man in the world, and now? Now he’s lost inside of his own suit, tangled up somewhere between padding and fabric that won’t let even a smidge of light filter through.

It’s the sound of squeaky complaints that helps Ben figure out which sleeve he’s caught in.

The web-head arrived just as it happened. Some new villain running around calling herself Minimizer managed to pull a fast one on Homelander, completely shrinking his body.

“I’m going to ram through her fucking skull!” He shrieks, standing stark naked in Ben’s palm. His eyes burn with rage, and his fury increases tenfold when Benjamin giggles.

“Oh man,” the bug chuckles. He marvels at Homelander’s size. He runs roughly the length from the heel of Ben’s hand to the tip of his middle finger– maybe just a bit more. “You’re so tiny…”

“Shut the fuck up!” Homelander bellows, though his voice rings higher to the larger world. “It’s not fucking funny!”

Ben shakes his head, biting back a smile.

“Benjamin, I swear to fucking Christ!”

This was horrible. There was a crowd forming, and he’d fear for his real body being on every screen in the world if not for the way Ben shielded him with cupped hands. Everyone’s getting pictures and videos of his suit piled in the street, of Spidey crouched down, speaking to something in his hands. Any fucking idiot could put two and two together, and now the world will know he’s weak.

Homelander’s fury quells the slightest bit when Benjamin ruffles his hair with his thumb.

“Alright, alright,” Ben relents. He brings his hands to the neckline of his suit, allowing Homelander to crawl inside for the ride. “Look, we’ll get back home and see what the verdict on this is, yeah?”

He grumbles, but agrees. Minimizer had run off anyway, and this was only drawing out the public spectacle. Homelander watches Ben gather his suit and boots, and they take off together.

Dr. Edi, head of the medical ward, checks him over. She finds no humor in his condition, but reassures the both of them that Vought’s records indicate Minimizer’s powers are a temporary effect. Most of her victims are back to normal within five or so days, and all they had to do was wait it out.

There are no reasonable clothes that fit his tiny form, and his eyes burn a fierce red when Ben mentions those Barbie Ken dolls having stuff that might work. In the end, they both realize it’s easier if he just runs around naked.

Homelander’s entire schedule is cleared for his ‘recovery.’ Ben’s as well, especially once Homelander threatened to crawl inside Ashley’s head and piss on her brain if she didn’t free the web-head’s time.

For the duration of his recovery, Homelander rides around on either Ben’s head or shoulder wherever they go. And sure, he can fly, but he finds this much more enjoyable. It’s kind of fun seeing the world from Ben’s point of view, and he likes that he can throw himself entirely on top of his little spider and be held from head to toe. Ben has always doted on him, but he does so especially now that he’s tiny.

Homelander hangs on to Ben’s hair as the web-head makes them dinner. It’s the first time in his life he’s given a shit about cooking, and it’s almost hypnotizing to watch Ben throw everything together and make something out of nothing.

Benjamin makes him a special dish. All of his food is sliced and diced just enough to be workable for his little mouth. Sure, he doesn’t have to eat, but Ben always insists he does anyway. Now was no different, and it stirred something warm in Homelander’s angry little heart to know Ben cared enough to adapt everything for him.

They eat and conversate as if nothing is different. At the end, Homelander floats up to take his spot on Ben’s shoulder, leaning and nuzzling against the side of his neck. Ben thumbs at his tiny shoulder before seeing to the clean up.

The pair had to find a method for Homelander to take showers. Sure, he was tiny, but that didn’t mean he was going to shirk his strict hygiene routines. Flying under the stream of pelting water took more effort than it was worth, and it was far easier to let Ben hold him throughout the process. Scented products became a hell far worse than ever before, and Ben had to use only the special unscented soaps Homelander typically used on himself.

It took a whole debacle to realize Homelander was better off scooping shower product out of Ben’s palm instead of attempting a pea sized squeeze of product.

“Well, you’re definitely clean,” Ben had told him the first time they tried to pour soap into his little hands. Homelander had to be rinsed under the water after the body wash flowed too fast and drenched him. He griped about how humiliating the ordeal was for the rest of the night. If nothing else, at least Ben giving him a fully body massage as he lathered him with his thumbs was near fucking orgasmic.

Ben found that the best solution for drying Homelander after showers was to simply use a blow dryer. Initially, the two tried to just use a washcloth, but it was like attempting to dry off with a king sized blanket. Plus, the sight of Homelander pretending he wasn’t shivering from the cold was pitiful, so Ben picked the next best thing.

He liked it, too. Sitting under the current of warm air, not even caring how messed up his hair got. It felt so fucking nice to just lay back in Ben’s palm and let himself be spoiled endlessly. Lifting his legs so that the air could hit every little crevice on his body, chuckling at Ben’s own laughter at the act.

“I’m starting to think you like being small,” Ben teases as he fans the dryer back and forth.

“Maybe I just like when you spoil me.” Homelander shouts over the whir of the dryer. “Should do it more often. Like, way more often.”

He finds he enjoys sleeping curled up in Ben’s palm at night. It’s warm, and he can hug a finger or two if he’s feeling inclined. Of course, this opens the door for mischief.

It wasn’t a surprise for Ben when he woke to find Homelander humping against his middle finger. In fact, this was exactly what he expected. Wasn’t often Homelander could go a night without sex, and Ben imagined it would be no different now.

Homelander’s little groans were the cutest. They still carried that faint squeakiness that his tiny voice had, and he was certainly unashamed to let them ring free.

“Havin’ fun?” Ben asks with a sleepy smirk. “Can’t believe you got a new boyfriend already.”

“Veeery funny. Homelander leans his head back to stare at his little spider. “I dunno if he’s a keeper, though. Not a single hole on this guy to fuck.”

That earns him a sweet giggle from Ben.

“Lay back, then.” Ben instructs. He watches Homelander position himself just right, then juts out the tip of his tongue to ghost it from sack to tip. He hears Homelander hiss. “Too much?”

Homelander shakes his head and shivers. “More…”

Ben swipes his tongue a second time, laving over him with more pressure. He licks back and forth, feeling Homelander writhe beneath his tongue. It’s messy, and probably looks absolutely ridiculous, but John sings his pleasure louder than in any blowjob in the past.

“O-Oh, fuck!” He gasps, little hips thrusting up against the wet heat. “Mmph, god, so good! D-Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t–” He cries out harshly as he spills, body locking tight and hot as each pulse of pleasure ripples through him. “Don’t s-stop!” He babbles over and over again, thrusting as little spurts of come coat his lower body and Ben’s tongue until he simply lays there limp.

After that night, Ben’s tongue became his favorite thing in the world. Whether that meant his little spider would curl it up into a hole for him to fuck or just simply let him straddle and grind on it, he fucking loved it. It wasn’t uncommon for him to float up and wedge between Ben’s lips, lower body trapped inside paradise itself as he was licked to completion over and over again until Ben’s jaw would hurt.

Even better than that was the time he discovered he could return the favor. It wasn’t hard to slink down Ben’s sleeping body and find just what he was looking for. He embraced Ben’s clit, licking the head of it on one side while rubbing his palm over the other. He felt every throb, heard every little clench around his love’s gathering arousal as he worked. Once that nub was finally nice and hard, he made his way inside Benjamin’s cunt.

What a gift it was to be able to writhe around in his slick, touching his walls, licking them, grinding against them. He was snug inside and used his flight powers to fuck his body in and out of the warm canal. Each time, he rubbed his palms flat against Ben’s sweet spot.

He could hear Ben groaning and could tell he was beginning to squirm in his sleep. He planned to finish the job before the sunlight could wake Ben first. Homelander increased his pace, fucking back and forth, body utterly drenched in arousal. The glide of his body against Ben’s walls stimulated him, and he found himself coming hard when Benjamin’s cunt finally pulsed around him, squeezing him so deliciously.

A hand was there to greet him when he slipped free, lifting him like a naughty kitten to be scolded for such mischief.

Though he actually received praise instead, much to his satisfaction.

By the end of the fifth day, he was back to being upset about his stature. It must have been at least every hour that he–

“It should have fucking worn off by now!” He says with wide eyes. “What if I’m stuck like this? Jesus Christ, what if I’m like this for the rest of my life!?”

Ben shushes him, thumbing softly at the top of his head. “Worrying is just going to make it worse, Johnny.” He coos sweetly. “I’m sure things like this are gonna be case by case, y’know?”

“Bring me back to the med wing,” he orders. “She has to fix this or–”

“She can’t, babe. Remember?” Ben settles his open hand behind where Homelander sits on his chest, wordlessly offering for him to lean back. “It’s gonna have to happen naturally, okay? She said it’s always been temporary.”

“D’you have any idea how fucking humiliating this is?” He seethes.

“I mean…” Ben arches a brow. “Kinda? I guess?”

“No,” he points accusingly, “you don’t. So stop acting like this is nothing to worry about!”

Ben merely lets him continue on his tirade as they lay on the couch together. Sometimes Homelander just needs to have a tantrum, and this is no different. The TV fills the spaces between his rants until he simmers down and sits grumpily with his arms crossed.

He grumbles, but eventually drags Ben’s hand to lay overtop of him for warmth.

They end up sleeping there for the night, and it’s peaceful until, out of nowhere, Benjamin is roused from his rest by a sudden pressure on his body. His eyes open in shock, ready to deal with an attack, only to be met with relief.

There, sleeping peacefully, is John, full sized and back to normal. He seems to have not even noticed the shift in his sleep, but is certainly elated when Ben wakes him.

“Finally!” Homelander grins, still stark naked and proud as a peacock. “Now,” he says, grasping Ben’s hand, leading him toward the bedroom. “We got some lost time to make up for, and you deserve a little something for helping me out.”

Much as he was thrilled to see John back in good spirits, Ben admittedly was going to miss his pocket pal.

Ah, well. Minimizer’s still out there, right?

Who’s to say there’s never gonna be a next time?

#homelander #homelander x oc #homelander smut #homelander fanfiction #cozy corner kinktober #antony starr #the boys #the benlander agenda

[j0eyj0rdis0n]

wanted to request something but not sure if you'd be comfortable writing about this topic ;-; if you're not comfortable just ignore and delete this but if not could i get ben, ej, toby, and maybe jeff with an s/o who age regresses (completely sfw!!). like s/o full on goes babie mode when regressed, all baby babble, cries when overstimulated (feeling sick, lights too bright, kind of overstimulated) or when there's a lack of attention? bonus points for cute lovey names from the creeps :)

CREEPS WITH AN AGE REGRESSING S/O

JEFF THE KILLER:

The worst with this sort of thing

Honestly thinks it's the most annoying thing when you start crying and using the grabby hands at him

He'll tell you to "grow the fuck up" and "shut up"

Probably leaves the room when you cry or start using baby talk

EYELESS JACK:

The best when it comes to this sort of thing

Knows everything that'll calm you down even though it's hard to get worked up when you're around him anyway

He's sensitive to loud noises and bright lights so there's no worry about any of that

Hurts his ears so bad when you start to cry, so he takes care of you immediately to save himself (as well as make you feel better of course)

BEN DROWNED:

He's the most likely to forget you're even in the same room until you begin to whine and climb into his lap

When you do that he's immediately discarded his controller and his full attention is on you

Peppers you with sweet kisses and reminds you how you're his baby and how much he absolutely loves you

Offers to play a game with you but if that's too much he'll take you to bed and cuddle until you fall asleep

"TICCI" TOBY:

Worries. Worries so damn much.

He's never dealt with anything like this! He immediately goes to Jack for advice, begging him for help

Honestly it takes a long time for him to get the hang of taking care of you. But when he does, it's like he's always known how to do it

Gives you all sorts of praise and makes himself look like a fool just to get you to giggle

MASKY/TIM:

Another one whos just so good at taking care of you. Scoops you up in his big strong arms and rock you back and forth, whispering sweet nothings in your ear

Gives you forehead kisses and smiles when you pucker your lips for a real one

"Greedy aren't ya?" He'll chuckle and give you what you want

After taking care of you and cheering you up, he'll need to go out for a smoke. After a long tantrum from you he just needs a break. Probably makes Jack or Brian watch you.

HOODIE/BRIAN:

Knows when you're getting needy and upset before it even happens. He just has that second sense like that.

He's super good with the nonverbal communication so he knows exactly what you need. He'll get it for you and probably bring you a treat too!

If you're super upset and crying, he'll pull his mask up halfway and play peek-a-boo with you. That usually does the trick. And he knows you absolutely love his gapped smile so he'll show you his toothy grin just to get you to smile too

Wipes your tears with his big gloved hands and lets you play with them while you're at it

#creepypasta #marble hornets #creepypasta headcannons #creepypasta requests #creepypasta hcs #jeff the killer headcanons #jeff the killer #jeff woods #eyeless jack headcannons #eyeless jack #jack nyras #ben drowned headcanons #ben drowned #ticci toby headcanons #ticci toby #toby rodgers #tim wright #masky #masky headcanons #tim wright headcanons #brian thomas headcannons #brian thomas #hoodie headcanons #hoodie #marble hornets headcanons #anon ask #asks open

[fitrahgolden]

The Light of the Love That I Found: A Weary Memory Story

Kate was listening to music as she smudged charcoal across paper with her fingers in one of the studio spaces on campus. She paused to examine her progress when there was a knock on the door. Before she could answer, Anthony was already peeking into the room.

“Tell me, what's even the point of knocking if you're just going to open the door anyway?” Kate infused as much annoyance as she could into her tone, hoping to mask how ridiculously happy she was to see him.

It'd been six weeks. Since that party, it'd been six weeks of dates, meeting up around campus, sleepovers, and tests of willpower when they didn't spend the night together. Was Anthony her boyfriend? She wasn’t sure. After a handful of those aforementioned sleepovers, Kate had asked him if he was sleeping with anyone else. He wasn’t. Neither was she. A couple of weeks ago, Anthony’s brother Benedict came over from London for a visit. Kate stayed at her own place that weekend, but Anthony had invited her to hang out with him and Ben one of the nights he was there. Anthony had simply said, “This is Kate,” when he introduced her. There was no indication of what they were to each other, though his brother gave him a teasing look as he shook Kate’s hand, and it had made Kate wonder what, if anything, Anthony had told him about her.

“Formalities are very important to me, Kit.” Anthony said with mock sternness as he pulled a chair over so he could sit next to her. He kissed her temple. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Kate looked back at her drawing, adding superfluous little strokes and blending them out to nothing with the pad of her thumb.

“I like it.” Anthony said plainly as he draped an arm across the back of her chair.

Kate sighed pensively. “Thanks.”

“It’s a self-portrait, right?”

“No.” Kate twisted her mouth. “It’s my mother.”

Anthony’s “ah” was barely audible as he nodded.

Kate wiped her hands as thoroughly as she could before pulling out her phone. She navigated to a picture of Kaveri Sharma, and turned the screen towards Anthony.

“Holy shit. You look exactly like her,” he said with awe as he took the phone from her to get a closer look.

“Yeah. Everyone always said that. I wanted to believe them, but I couldn’t see it. I can now, though. It’s more obvious now that I’ve grown up, I guess.”

“Absolutely, you two would have been twins.” Anthony immediately grimaced. “Fuck. I shouldn’t have said that. I’m so sorry, Kit. I–”

Kate shook her head and patted his knee. “It’s fine, Anthony. You’re right.” She turned back towards the drawing. “We would have been.”

The following moments were silent save for Kate’s deep sigh. Then she felt Anthony take her hand in both of his and kiss it.

“Hey,” he said.

“Yeah?”

“Are you studying tonight?”

“Always.”

“I have some writing I need to do. Can I come over?”

Kate gave him an incredulous sideways glance. Their private “study sessions” always devolved into something else entirely far too quickly.

“Really.” Anthony nudged her with his shoulder. “It’s due tomorrow. I don’t have time to submit to your feminine wiles.”

“Right,” she scoffed. “You’ll also need to keep your own wiles to yourself, Mr. Bridgerton.”

“I will, I promise.”

“Well then,” Kate raised her chin haughtily, “Yes, you can come over.”

Anthony grinned as he leaned over and kissed her. Before she knew it, his hand was sliding up her back under her shirt, and she was being pulled into his lap.

“I’d consider these wiles, Anthony,” she murmured against his lips.

“We aren’t studying, yet.”

—

>>Hey, I don't think tonight is gonna work anymore.

Anthony with a “ta”: Why not? What happened?

>>Nothing. I just don’t feel well. I’m sorry.

Anthony with a “ta”: Don’t be sorry, Kit. What do you need? I’ll bring you something.

>>I don’t need anything, really.

Anthony with a “ta”: Well, what are your symptoms?

Anthony with a “ta”: Kit?

—

It had also been six weeks of this issue not coming up. But on her walk home that evening, Kate could feel it on her skin. She could see it in the clouds. She could even smell it in the air. She checked the radar and, sure enough, a storm was headed their way. Had Kate manifested it by drawing her mother that day? Of course she hadn’t. Intellectually, Kate knew she hadn’t. That didn’t stop her from wondering. That didn’t stop her from being annoyed with herself.

After she and Anthony parted ways, Kate had spent the rest of the afternoon looking forward to him coming over. But cancelling had almost been a reflex. It'd almost been against her will. But she didn't talk to anyone about this, and she certainly didn't know how to discuss it with her maybe/maybe not boyfriend of a mere month and a half.

She missed the big tub back home. It was the perfect place to hide. Edwina had found her there the last time, but the six year old thought nothing of it, just climbed in with Kate and they made a game out of it.

Not only was the bathroom in the shared house she rented tiny, it also had a window. There was no window in her bathroom at her father's house. So, she opted for wrapping herself up in a blanket and hunkering down in a foetal position in her tiny closet. Which is where she was when she heard a knock on her bedroom door.

At first, she said nothing. Maybe whichever one of her housemates it was would think she went to sleep early. Then the second knock was accompanied by a voice.

“Kit?”

Shit!

“You alright? Alice let me in.”

For a split second, Kate considered sticking to her “pretend to be asleep” plan, but she immediately abandoned the idea. She wanted to see him. So, still wrapped in her blanket, Kate padded to her door and unlocked it. Anthony’s hair and shoulders were damp and concern was etched all over his face.

“Hey.” One of his hands went to her cheek while the other was holding a tote bag. “How are you feeling?”

He kissed her forehead. Kate closed her eyes and let the warm feeling wash over her. Just then, the wind picked up and raindrops started hitting her window hard. The sound brought a memory to the front of her mind. Sheets of water rolling down the windshield. Her mother cursing about not being able to see anything.

“...Hey.”

Anthony was tugging on Kate's hand. Her eyes snapped to his.

“Sorry.” Kate shook her head as she closed and locked her door.

“Don't be sorry. I was just saying I wasn't sure what you needed, so I kind of bought out the entire chemist,” he said, sifting through the contents of the bag.

“Oh, you really shouldn't have…”

“And there's soup in your fridge if you want that.”

Kate shook her head. “Anthony.”

“I looked up a chai recipe, if you trust me to–”

“Anthony, stop.”

Kate wrapped the blanket tighter around herself as Anthony blinked at her, dropping the bag on her bed.

“I'm… Fuck, I'm sorry.” He ran his hand over his face. “You want to be alone, don't you?”

She took a step towards him. “No, actually–” A flash of lightning startled her, and Anthony pulled her the rest of the way to him.

“No?” he asked into her hair.

“No, it's just that…none of those things are going to help.”

Thunder rumbled through the house, and Kate felt herself vibrating in Anthony's arms along with it.

“Kit, please tell me what's wrong.” His voice was a whisper against her ear.

Kate took several deep breaths.

“Can we sit on the floor? I… It helps when I'm low to the ground.”

Without hesitation, Anthony sat on the floor, leaning against the side of her bed. He pulled her down to straddle his lap and wrapped his arms around her, blanket and all.

“Thank you,” she sighed.

“Of course, baby.”

Baby. He'd never called her that outside the context of sex before.

Another lightning flash had her flinching against him.

Is that lightning or headlights? “Amma!”

“Kit, is it the storm?”

Kate nodded into his neck.

“Your heart is beating so fast. Are you afraid of them?” There was no judgement in his tone. Just curiosity and worry.

“Yeah, but…” She squeezed her eyes shut. “It's more than that.”

“What do you mean?”

He stroked her hair. This was as strange as it was welcomed. No one had ever been with her for this, taking care of her. How could they? She’d never let anyone know when it was happening. She didn't want to upset her father by talking about that day. 

“It was a car accident,” was all she could get herself to say at first. After several seconds, she heard a small gasp come from Anthony.

“Your mother.”

Kate cleared her throat, which did nothing for the lump that was forming. “We… The rain got so heavy so fast. We couldn't see anything. We were swerving. Amma couldn't…”

“‘We?’ You were there?”

Kate nodded.

“Fuck.”

 “We both needed surgery. My knees were fucked up, and she…”

Anthony's had been absentmindedly tracing over one of Kate's knees, something he'd done a few times before falling asleep over the past several weeks. He stilled his hand.

“Is… That's how…?”

“That's where the scars are from, yeah. Please don't stop.”

“OK.” He resumed his tender ministrations.

“I was under when it happened. She…” Another useless cough. “She was already gone when I woke up.”

They didn't speak for a while. Anthony rocked her through every lightning flash and roll of thunder. It didn't seem like the weather was going to let up any time soon.

“Are you able to sleep when this happens?”

Kate shrugged. “Sometimes.”

“Do you want to try?”

“Yeah.”

She slid off Anthony’s lap. He stood and took off most of his clothes. Once he was down to his underwear, he held out his hand to her, as she was still sitting on the floor.

“Shall we?”

Kate took his hand, but didn't pull herself up.

“Can we stay down here?” Her eyes flitted to the window. “It's better down here.”

Anthony rubbed Kate's knuckles with his thumb as he nodded. “OK.”

She watched as he grabbed a pillow and duvet from her bed and laid them out beside her. She wasn't expecting him to acquiesce so easily.

“You'll be alright lying on the floor?”

“I'll be fine. Come here.”

She settled under the duvet with him, her head on his chest. 

“What about the writing you had to do?” she whispered.

“I did some of it before I came over. I’ll do the rest in the morning.”

“Anthony…”

“It’s fine, Kit. This is where I need to be right now. My girlfriend is sleeping on the floor, so we're sleeping on the floor.”

Oh.

“I'm your girlfriend?”

Anthony raised his head slightly. “Aren't you?”

“I wasn't sure,” Kate laughed.

“Well, you absolutely are. I mean, only if you want to be, of course.”

She looked up at him then, caressing his cheek as the uncertainty evaporated from his eyes. “I want to be.”

19 YEARS LATER

The howling winds and harsh sounds of rain pelting the house made it seem as if they were getting it from all sides. Kate took a couple of deep breaths, settled lower into the tub, and focused on her three month old.

Mary Violet Sharma-Bridgerton didn't seem bothered by the weather at all. In fact, she seemed quite content, noisily feeding from her mother, sighing in between the grunts and gulps. The infant had a tendency to fall asleep before she got her fill, so Kate had a night light next to them and was playing with Mary's bare feet to keep her awake.

“I can’t believe I didn’t wake up.”

Kate looked up towards the direction of the hoarse whisper. Anthony stood in the bathroom doorway, rubbing his eyes.

“I can,” Kate countered. “Getting enough sleep is basically impossible right now.”

Anthony mumbled something unintelligible as he made his way over to the tub and kneeled beside it. “Are you OK?”

“Mostly.”

“Did you dream?” Kate shook her head. Anthony kissed her cheek. “Good.”

“This one’s helping,” she decided, looking down at Mary.

Anthony petted their daughter's dark hair. “May I join you two?”

“Please.”

Kate leaned forward a bit, allowing Anthony to fit in behind her. He rearranged the pillows and blanket before reclining.He started to massage Kate's neck, making her shiver and moan. She couldn't find it in her to care how she sounded.

“Fuck, Kit. Don't make noises like that.”

“I’ll make whichever noises I want. Your self control isn't my problem.”

“I think I’ve been doing a rather stellar job of controlling myself, thank you very much.”

Kate softened, stroking Anthony’s arm with her free hand. “I know. You’ve been very patient.”

She'd been medically cleared for sex weeks ago, but Kate still wasn't ready, in part because she and her therapist both believed forcing intimacy too soon was one of the contributing factors to the PPD that occurred after Kaveri's birth.

She craned her head around and nuzzled his jaw. “Thank you.”

Anthony shrugged as he kissed her hair. “Whatever you need, Kit.”

Once Mary was sufficiently milk drunk, Kate lifted her upright against her shoulder so she could attempt to coax a burp out of their baby by rubbing her back. Kate smiled when she felt Anthony lean forward and start peppering Mary's face with kisses. It didn't take long for a robust belch to bellow from her tiny body.

“Well done, you little star,” Anthony cooed.

“Anthony?”

“Yeah?”

“Don't you actually have to make an appearance at the office in the morning?”

“It's fine,” he said dismissively.

“We're really alright if you want to–”

“I don't want to. This is where I need to be right now. My wife and child are lying in the tub, so we're lying in the tub.”

#bridgerton #kanthony #anthony x kate #kate and anthony #kate x anthony #kate bridgerton #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony and kate #anthony bridgerton #kanthony fanfic #kanthony fic #kanthony fanfiction #the viscount who loved me #kathony #kathony fanfiction #kathony fic #kathony fanfic #weary memory au #weary memory #the light of the love that i found #bridgerton au #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton fic

[scottysketches]

wip wednesday

ch 4 excerpt, fresh off the press :)

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The plains of Utapau stretch out around them, littered with the crests of the enormous sinkholes that house the Pau’an and Utai population of the Outer Rim planet. From where he’s sitting, outside the one-man tent that Anakin is currently occupying, he can see five of the planet’s nine moons, shining in the sky, each at different points in their lunar cycles. Directly above him is the fullness of Utapau’s largest moon. Far off in the distance, the lights of the various isolationist Amani tribes glitter on the horizon.

He stokes the firepit they had hastily built up with a stick, wrapping his outer robe tightly around himself. Even with the warmth of the flames in front of him, the fierce winds bite through the fibres of his clothes, chilling him to the bone. He holds his hands out to the flames, shivering, the wind tousling his hair.

Anakin’s snoring from within the tent is so loud that Obi-Wan might have missed the chiming of his communicator, had it not been clipped to his bracer and therefore almost directly in front of his face as he sits with his arms around his knees, keeping watch on their surroundings. He fumbles with the sleeve of his outer robe, pulling it up just enough to be able to access the device, and he presses the button to answer the call.

A miniature holographic Satine greets him, visible from the waist up, and he smiles, even as the chill of the wind stings his cheeks and raises goosebumps over his skin. “Hello, cyar’ika,” he murmurs, his teeth chattering.

Satine smiles up at him. “Ben,” she says, her voice soft. “How’s your investigation going?”

Obi-Wan chuckles, though it’s bitter. “Not well,” he admits. “Anakin and I have had to make camp on the plains for the night, and it’s bloody freezing out here.” With a grumble and an attempt at filthy humour, he adds, “I might have lost a couple of inches.”

Satine rolls her eyes. “Ha,” she deadpans drily. “Yes, I can see the headlines of the gossip magazines now — the cock of Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi is now only just above average, after a mission to Utapau goes awry.” They both laugh, and Obi-Wan brushes his hair back from his face.

“What about you?” he asks. “How are you?”

Satine waves him off. “Oh, I’m fine. I’ve had the apartment to myself the last couple of nights, Korkie’s staying with Amis.” She smiles fondly. “It’s nice to see them happy. It reminds me of us, back when we were young.”

But there’s something in her countenance, a hesitation, that piques his curiosity — and his concern. He frowns. “Satine?” he says quietly. “What is it?”

“What’s what?” She’s deliberately avoiding the subject, glancing off to the side and fiddling with the cuff of her sleeve — a nervous tic she had developed during their year on the run.

He frowns. “Whatever is bothering you must be significant,” he points out, though he keeps his voice low, not wishing to disturb Anakin’s slumber.

Satine swallows anxiously, still not looking at him. But when she does finally turn to meet his eyes once more, he’s shocked to see that she’s crying. “Satine?” he asks hoarsely. “What’s wrong?” He reaches out a finger, wishing he could actually touch her right now, wipe the tears from her face. “Please, tell me.”

She gasps, lets out a slow breath. Her jaw trembles and her eyes glance down towards the floor. “I…” she starts, her voice breaking. She sniffles, brings a hand up to cover her mouth for a moment. “I thought… anyway, I’m not, and even if I had been, I’m not sure what we would have done, but—”

Obi-Wan hushes her. “What are you talking about?” he asks. “You’re not… what?”

Satine looks up at him, her eyes shining even over holo. Her mouth opens and closes several times as she tries to find the words to say.

“Pregnant,” she finally says. “I thought I was pregnant.”

His head spins. “You…” His voice is hoarse, his expression shocked. “Pregnant?”

Satine shakes her head. “I’m not, Ben,” she says, and he thinks he detects a hint of misery at the statement. “I guess my body has just been through so much trauma over the last couple of months that I missed my cycle.”

“Yes,” he says, frowning. “I remember you experienced that a couple of times when we were younger. Constant stress and worry delaying your cycle.”

Satine sighs, her hand unconsciously coming to rest on her abdomen. “I don’t even know what we would have done, had I been pregnant.” She looks up at him, a small frown creasing her brow. “Would you… even want another child?”

Would he? He can’t deny having fantasised about having another baby with Satine, raising the child together with her, even if it were still in secret, keeping the child’s existence hidden from the Jedi Council. He thinks of all the experiences he missed out on with Korkie — first words, first steps, all the significant milestones that Satine remembers, even if it had been as the loving and doting adoptive aunt. He wonders what they would name their child, were they to have another. Would they choose another name from Stewjon, or would their child get a more traditionally Mandalorian name? Who would they look like more: himself or Satine?

He shakes his head, tries to clear his thoughts. “I’m… not sure,” he admits. “If we lived in a galaxy where there was no war and I wasn’t forced to hide our relationship?” He smiles sadly. “Yes, I think I would have liked to have another child with you.” But his face falls, then. “But we don’t. And some days I don’t even know if I’m going to live through this war—”

“Don’t say that,” Satine interjects, her voice sharp. “Of course you’re going to survive.” With a facetious smile, she adds, “You have no choice, because you know that if you did die, I’d just drag you, kicking and screaming, from the afterlife.”

Obi-Wan snorts at that. “Of course you would, cyare.” He frowns as he looks back to Satine’s holo visage in front of him. “What about you? Would you want to have another baby?”

She smiles, and it’s a bittersweet smile. “Maybe,” she says. “I know our situations were vastly different, but we both grew up with other children around us. Korkie didn’t really have that. And I’ve always hated that he’s been an only child…”

#wip wednesday #wip #fic wip #star wars #star wars the clone wars #sw tcw #sw tcw fanfic #obi-wan kenobi #satine kryze #obi-wan kenobi x satine kryze #obi-wan x satine #obitine #korkie kryze x amis #kormis #satine lives au #korkie kryze is a kenobi #scotty's words #in your queue shall burn

[gingericywolf]

Camp cretaceous campers Birthdays Thougths/Headcanons:

Hey we reached the end of the line here.

[Yaz]

Kenji

We finally reached our rich boy. He was probably the easiest one becasue I already had a certainty with him.

He is an Aries to me. You may argue that he should be a Leo but no, now I don't know if it's the Leo's I've met that are weird but he doesn't fit at all with them. He is much more like my Aries friends. So that was an easy point to start. The month it should be was also fairly clear to me. April. It would be just after the Mitch and Tiff event. His birthday would be the first on the island with my headcanons no matter the date, which I actually jumped around with the numbers a bit. If I'm good with him it would be either on the 7th or the 11th. But then do we really want to miss the opportunity to have a Fools baby. A 1st of April, April fools, a joke. Yeah I know I'm evil. A bit of a prankster myself maybe(no, no I'm not). The idea was just so funny to me that it is what I highlighted (wow this i a weird word ok) in my notes. April fool's baby. He likes pranks and joking around. He is the one to light up the show with his dumbassery that we love. Like sure he can also be intelligent and profound and say deep things but other times he just makes you wonder if under all that gelled floof there's a brain or not. Anyway I am side-tracking.

So back to the birthdays, to bring this series to an end, I headcanon Kenji's birthday to be in April.

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[Darius] [Brooklynn] [Sammy] [Ben]

#kenji kon #jwcc #camp cretaceous #jurassic world: camp cretaceous #jwcc birthday headcanons #sirs I love him. more time passes the more i like him #got especially weak seeing him fancy dressed #sad that the beard was gone #I feel like I was the only one that liked it #anyway he gets an extra pic cause yeah #kenji kon (bowman) #(I'm too gay for this show) #camp cretaceous headcanons #i love how all the other are kinda poetic and things and kenji is just. #yeah. aries. april. fools #see I told yall that i would have let you wait another 3 months for this #also Toro is very cute in that pic #if it wasn't that he is being controlled

[sparklinpixiedust]

Jacket

A/N: I kinda want to write a few oneshots for this au, don't know how it'll go.

Inverted AU:au where Kevin and Ben are cousins on a road trip, Kevin gets the watch , Ben is the anodite and Gwen is the emo girl they meet in an arcade I.e the osmosian

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" Hey so I tracked down the forever nights to the warehou....... uh Gwen?" Ben asked asked as he slid into the passenger seat, pointing his thumb backward.

" what?" she asked nonchalantly as she revved up the engine, the sound roaring through his neighborhood.

The brunet had expressed his neighbors complains that came to him about the noise whenever she was in the community, which was a lot since they began working together, but she couldn't care less. For some reason , it just brought a smile to her face knowing it hurt the rich uptight ears.

" kevin? why is he in a straight jacket?" Ben eyed his cousin who sat in the backseat quietly with a scowl on his face.

" oh that? yeah he's not allowed in my car otherwise. I'm sick of cleaning up his chili fry stains on the seats and the windows. So he either wears that thing in the car or he's walking"

"hmm, makes sense" Ben replied as he turned to face the window and Gwen sped off.

" I cannot believe you guys, especially you, my own cousin. My blood, my frie..." kevin yelled.

Gwen took a sharp turn at the corner, causing the omnitrix bearer to fall sideways, cutting off his little rant.

" Hey! you did that on purpose Levin!" he shrieked.

She smirked as she watched him squirm on the seat trying to get up again. She might be in a truce with the cousins for now, but that didn't mean she was completely over them ditching her in the null void as a kid.

" why do you even have a straight jacket anyway? " the dark haired boy asked as he struggled.

"they said the white really brings out the red in my hair" she shrugged her lips turning up into a sassy smile. It was from the time she at the solitary confinement for a bit in the null void, punishment for not mining in the mines and instead causing a ruckus with the other criminals. She wondered if the Tennysons knew about what their precious plumbers were up to in the null void. It was unlikely, because even though she wasn't their biggest fan, she knew they wouldn't truly stand for treating prisoners that way. Atleast that what she hoped for anyway.

" hey Gwen , um.. as much as I'm enjoying this, I don't think it's a good idea to have Kevin in something he can't reach for the watch in case of an emergency." Ben interrupted slowly.

" and I don't like the idea of a messy car"

" how about I put some gloves on him, and I'll make sure he washes his hands before getting in?" He tried to reason. She was their only mode of transport and was the only one who could get enough inside tips to help them figure out what happened to their grandpa. They couldn't risk upsetting her.

She sighed. " fine , but if I see one little stain, ONE, I'm putting you in one of those jackets too."

Ben smiled, " deal"

It took a while , but Kevin did eventually manage to sit up again. Unfortunately for him, it was the same time the osmosian decided to hit the brakes at a red light, causing him to tumble back down again.

#ben 10 #kevin levin #ben 10 alien force #gwen tennyson #ben 10 omniverse #ben tennyson #ben 10 uaf #ben 10 ultimate alien #oneshot #fanfic #ao3 #inverted au #switched au

[darklinaforever]

personally (take note I have never seen the star wars sequel trilogy) I think I could love reylo if I did not love Han Solo so much and want the original trio to have a happy ending and got to grow old together. From what I heard of the sequel trilogy, I won't watch it because of said reasons(also because of how Han Solo was killed off!). Bits and pieces of the trilogy had good points, I just think it could and been written better. And like instead of having the original trio in the series. Leave them alone and make the people who help Rey and friends be descendants from the orginal trio. Like make all the bad things like many years after the trio has died. They won their war. Let them have their happy ending. Also I am totally fine with who Reys related to. It's just how they did it and ended Reys storyline(and kylos) from what I've heard I think is messed up. I feel like this sequel trilogy over all could have been written better if three things: they left the orginal trio out of it. They give better storylines and endings to Rey, Finn and Kylo. Kylo too om find with being related to the skywalkers some how. I just don't like how directly he's related affects the orginal trios happy ending.

In fact, I think it's very good to have shown that those we thought were the perfect and model heroes messed up the education of their only heir. It was a good reflection, I think. The problem is therefore not that the original trio has been tampered with, but quite simply that people are refusing that they could have made mistakes in the future and not been perfectly happy. For example, people were horrified by Luke's current life, but if George Lucas had taken care of it himself, well... he would have had a very similar life too. Same for Han Solo... The actor wanted his character to die, and that was how it was planned in the original trilogy. In fact, it is worth noting that each former member of the trio dies in an attempt to bring Kylo Ben back to the light side of the force, so obviously, by killing Kylo, ​​beyond messing up the latter's entire redemption arc and the Rey's natural arc, where the two had to come together to establish a real form of balance that there was not in the force before, well that also messed up the arcs of the members of the trio for the dosage. They all sacrifice themselves so that Kylo can come back to the good side and potentially be happy, all so that he also dies in the end. The problem with the sequel trilogy was quite simply the last film which did not take on anything from what the first 2 films had brought for fear of public reactions ! (Because a vocal minority of haters hated Kylo) Which is completely stupid... Anyway, all the arcs were messed up in the last film. Kylo, ​​Rey, members of the original trio. Finn who ultimately doesn't bring any revolution to the Stormtroopers... Poe who behaves like a child again instead of the leader in the making that he learned to be in the 8th film... In short. Star Wars 9 was a disaster. It ruined the entire sequel story-wise. But I would still recommend watching it, just to see the wonder that is Star Wars 8. I maintain it, this film is excellent and in my eyes the best Star Wars after The Empire Strikes Back ! If Star Wars 9 had been done well, it would have been the second best trilogy after the original. Because yes... Star Wars 7 and 8 are better in my eyes than the entire prelogy on Anakin / Dark Vador.

Me when I think of the Star Wars 9 massacre :

But if you are interested in seeing a couple like Reylo, I recommend the chinese drama Love Between Fairy and Devil. He really is the Chinese Reylo !

#star wars postlogy #star wars #kylo ren #ben solo #kylo ben #rey #reylo #finn #poe dameron #the empire strikes back #the last jedi

[lahotelbellamuerte]

𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗟 & 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗘 - intermission one

series masterlist ! current: intermission one! next: running through time

paring: five x eight (oc) warnings; suggestive language, fluff, not proofread ! word count: 1.4k notes; none

IF there is one thing that the Hargreeves siblings have learned about Reginald, is that his weak point was Eight Hargreeves. This was proven the day the blonde fell sick and was bedridden all day. She was a stuffy nose and puking all-day type of girl. Grace was in and out of her room checking her vitals, and bringing medicine, and food all day. To make sure the golden child of the family was not bedridden for too long. 

Reginald had canceled all training to do the sickness of his little girl, making sure nothing would happen to her. The thing is that only he and Grace were the ones who were allowed to visit the girl. That didn't mean the rest of the lot, didn't try and sneak in. Diego, Ben, Klaus, Vanya, and Five were the ones who made it to visit the sick girl. Each one brings something to bring her a little bit of happiness.

Diego entertains her with his bad dancing, making her laugh at him with his silly moves. Eight couldn't help but want to join, but couldn't due to doctors' orders. So, she just joined by moving her arms and singing along to his funky music choices. 

Ben and Klaus were there to make sure she wouldn't miss many of her girly things. Klaus made it his mission to make sure that her toenails and fingernails matched in color. Sure he missed the nail a lot and stained her skin, but it was the thought that counted. At least that's what the boy would repeat every time he went out of the line. Ben was nice enough to learn from Grace how to braid hair. The three spent their lunch talking, well as much as Eight could anyway. 

As the two left the room, she fell into a short nap. In hopes of regaining some energy to continue the day. Later on the day, she woke up to be greeted by Vanya and her trusted violin. She would stop by making sure that their father did not know.

Eight enjoyed the sound the strings made, as Vanya was really talented and did really well. While the music played the two imagined that everything was normal, that Eight was not another number in a family filled with extraordinary abilities. That Vanya was treated as nothing, for being considered not special. When the two were alone, Eight made sure to make Vanya feel as special as she could, with powers or without, she had something to be proud of.

When night rolled around, after Grace had tucked her in, wishing her good-night, Five snuck in the room. His powers allowed him to be inside without being detected. The boy looked down at her weak figure. Her blonde hair spread all over the pillows. An almost unnoticeable smile would grace her face 

"Hey there Eight, how are you feeling?" Five would ask softly, slowly walking closer to the drowsy girl. 

The blonde would smile at the sight of him, reaching a hand out to him. He put his hand in hers, softly rubbing circles on the back of her hand.

"I'm doing better now with you here," she replied, resulting in Five blushing lightly.

Boy was he glad that only her Christmas lights were on, as his cheeks weren't too visible. It was one thing that sick Eight did. Her thoughts easily flowed without much thinking.

"Glad to know," Five said.

Eight turned her head to look at the boy, he wore his matching blue pajamas that made her smile. She loved the color blue on him, it reminded her of calm water. And his eyes just like hers were calm waters.

"You didn't have to come and visit me so late, Five," Eight said with a yawn, her eyes drooping slightly. The medicine Grace gave her finally taking its toll.

Five gave a gentle squeeze at her hand, "Why wouldn't I? I come all the time..." he said with a chuckle.

"I know...that's why I like you..." Eight mumbled her eyes fluttering open and closed.

Five's eyes widened at her confession, he was surprised. He liked her as well, but as Klaus said he was too much of a pussy to say anything. And here Eight was, half-asleep confessing her feelings for him.

"Eight do you know what you just said?" Five asked swallowing hard, feeling as if this was some kind of sick joke, to make him feel bad. So he asked once more making sure he wasn't hearing things. 

"Yeah, I'm not deaf, I said I like you. As in we should be together," Eight said the drugs made her spill the beans on herself.

Five again blushed, "Glad to say, I feel the same about you," He told her as he watched a smile stretch over her lips.

"Good, now can you lay with me? I don't want to be alone," Once again she mumbled.

Five nodded and lifted the covers, and slid in. This time to avoid getting him sick, she snuggled closer to his chest. She took in a deep breath and sighed, a minute later she was out. Her breathing was slow and soft.

The boy smiled and began running his hand through her blonde hair, slowly this lulled him to sleep and the two young teenagers had fallen asleep in each other's arms. Ugh, teenagers in love were the worst. 

The morning quickly rose and Eight woke up to the feeling of someone softly running their hand through her hair. Her eyes fluttered open and she lifted her head from the warmth. Her blue eyes met blue eyes.

"Five?" she whispered her voice raspy from just waking up.

"That's me," he replied, giving her a smile. His hands stopped the movement through her hair. 

The blonde pushed herself up to the pillows so that her face would meet his, "You stayed," she said with a smile.

"You're not my favorite for no reason..." he said chuckling softly, "you know last night you confessed your feelings to me."

Eight blushed brightly and she covered her face with her hands, "Oh..."

Five moved her hands from her face, "Hey it's alright, I like you too," he said a smile coming on his face, "The reason I reminded you, was to ask you out on a date," Five asked as his cheeks were now tinted in pink.

"I'd love to go on a date with you," Eight replied blushing, she leaned in and kissed his cheek, "I can't wait."

And wait she couldn't, the moment that Grace had deemed her well to go back to training, she and Five went on their promised date. Griddy's Doughnuts was becoming their thing, and neither minded. They would drink coffee and have delicious warm donuts. And after stroll off into the night wherever they wished. Then to come home to either Five or Eight's room and call it a night. By morning half of the couple would be back in their rooms before breakfast.

It wasn't long before Five grabbed the courage to ask Eight to be his girlfriend. Rather it was surprising, to say the least. He knew she didn't like over-the-top things, so he decided on something simple.

It had been an afternoon where the two were lounging on the floor reading books in silence. That was until Five slammed his book shut, startling Eight.

"Woah, are you alr—" she began but was quickly cut off by Five who was beaming red. 

"Will you be my girlfriend?" Five blurted his cheeks flaring up.

Eight's eyebrows rose in surprise, but she smiled at the sight of Five blushing, "Of course, silly," she said leaning closer to him. Her eyes flickered to his lips but then quickly back to his eyes.

But Five didn't miss the glance that she had taken. He turned to her and began leaning closer, just as she had.

"Can I kiss you?" Five whispered as their noses touched. The closest either had been with one another. 

"Yes," Eight whispered back as Five then leaned further and closed the gap between them.

Closing their eyes, the teen's lips met in a kiss. It was obvious that they weren't experienced. The kiss had been a bit sloppy, but it wasn't bad. Smacking their lips as they continued trying to make it feel normal. 

Eight gasped when she felt Five's tongue enter her mouth, it was definitely a new sensation. She didn't mind it much but instead she just pushed his head closer to hers.

That was the beginning of Five and Eight's relationship.

#five hargreeves x oc #five hargreeves #five hargreaves x reader #aidan gallagher #the umbrella academy

[lovelyfanatical]

I Get a Sugar Rush Whenever I'm With You - Chapter 9.3

Good evening fellow Drukkari stans, or whatever time it is for you! I'm back with the next installment! If you need to catch up, you can find all previous installments on my Table of Contents here. Last time, Druig and Phastos had a heart-to-heart, but will Druig actually take his advice? Find out now, on the next mini-chapter of Drukkari in the Great British Bake Off!

Even with just four of them left, filming days were still quite long. That meant Druig didn't have time to talk to Makkari before dinner. Nevertheless, he was determined to keep things light with the group. Luckily, they were all on the same page after lunch.

Kingo joined them once again, saying they clearly needed him to spice up their conversation. Druig made him schedule an alarm for when to leave this time so Makkari wouldn't have to give up her room again. Despite this, he was glad Kingo was there. Their group had dwindled so much, and, to his surprise, Druig missed the larger gatherings they'd been having. With Kingo there, the room felt just a bit cozier.

Gil had graciously volunteered to host this week. He also made sure to steer the conversation away from the competition as much as possible, for which Druig was endlessly thankful. Unfortunately, their love lives were still very much on the table.

"You already know all about me and Thena. I've got nothing else to add," Gil explained when Kingo tried to pry.

"You've already dismissed me and my husband, so I've got nothing, too," Phastos added.

"Yes, and again, I meant no offense," Kingo replied.

"Offense still taken."

"So that just leaves…" Kingo trailed off as his gaze fell on Druig and Makkari. Gil looked at them expectantly, too, while Phastos seemed like he was holding in a deep breath as his eyes went to Druig.

"Don't look at me," Druig deadpanned to all of them.

You already know I have nothing new to report, Makkari retorted. What about you, Kingo?

Kingo clutched his imaginary pearls as he replied, "Makkari! You really think I'd hold out on you after nine weeks? And actually, I was wondering if you've heard from Sersi lately."

I told you everything I know about Sersi and Dane.

"Yeah, but next week, Ikaris will be back, too. Has she said anything about seeing him again?"

At this, Phastos' ears perked up. Druig saw the tension drain from Phastos' body as the conversation steered away from Druig and Makkari. Thankfully, Makkari didn't seem to notice.

"What's this about Ikaris and Sersi?" he asked.

Kingo beamed as he answered, "I'm so glad you asked."

He quickly recapped the Sersi situation for Phastos, with Makkari chiming in often to correct Kingo, particularly when it came to who found out what.

"Wow, Ben's gonna want to hear all of this," Phastos said once they'd finished.

"Anyway, back to my question! Makkari, has Sersi mentioned anything about seeing Ikaris again?" Kingo asked.

She hasn't, but I can't imagine it hasn't crossed her mind, she replied. You think I should ask?

"Oof, if she's not bringing it up, then that might make her more nervous."

"At least she doesn't have to worry about baking," Druig added. "Although, sometimes worrying about something first makes the real thing better by comparison."

Druig has a point. Maybe she'll be better off if she gets the nerves out first, Makkari suggested.

"Or you could psych her out. If Sersi doesn't bring it up first, I would leave it alone," Kingo asserted.

"Did I hear that right? It sounded like Kingo was opting not to interfere in someone else's love life," Druig teased.

"Hey, I can have restraint when I need to!" Kingo said defensively.

"We should've started hanging out with you guys sooner. This is like The Bachelorette in real life," Gil interjected, eliciting smiles and laughter from the rest of the table.

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As they left Gil's room, Kingo hurried off back to his hotel, bidding them all a quick goodnight. Phastos said goodnight and looked pointedly at Druig. Druig gave him a quick nod, and the other man grinned subtly as he hurried off to his own room. Druig and Makkari were left standing in the hallway alone.

Walk me back to my room? she asked him.

Of course, he answered.

They walked in silence for about twenty feet before Makkari turned to him to say, Are we okay?

Druig's feet stopped so short, he nearly fell over.

Yeah, we're okay. Why do you ask?

Because you were a mess today and you haven't looked me in the eye since this morning. She took a step closer to him before she continued, Is this still about last week?

Makkari was standing quite close to him now, making it impossible for Druig to look anywhere but her face. Her eyebrows were drawn together in concern, and he could practically feel the hurt in her eyes. The thought that he was the one to cause it was almost too much to bear. Phastos' plea from earlier echoed in his mind. Druig took a deep breath before he answered.

It is, but it's not anything you did. I promise, he said. Her eyes softened a bit, so he continued. You said we should forget about it, and you're right. It's just taking me a bit longer than expected. I've been so stuck in my own head. This whole week, I thought I screwed things up between us and that you'd be furious with me. And I felt awful because even if we haven't known each other that long, you're the best friend I've made in a long time. I didn't want to lose you. And even when we cleared things up, I just couldn't stop thinking about… all of that.

Once he stopped talking, Makkari quickly pulled him into a hug. After a moment, he hugged her back, burying his face in the crook of her neck. She then pulled away to say, Of course you're not losing me. You're the best friend I've made in a while, too. I really don't know how I would've made it this far without you.

You would've made it to the final on your own. You're too good not to, Druig insisted. I'm the one who wouldn't have gotten this far without you.

Watch it. You're insulting my best friend, Makkari responded, her eyes narrowing slightly. Druig couldn't help but grin at her.

Hey, whatever happens tomorrow, I'm just happy that I got to meet you, he said.

Me too.

Druig initiated the hug this time, which Makkari eagerly reciprocated.

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So Druig does follow Phastos's advice... sort of. Anyway, hope you enjoyed that mini-installment! As usual, since the next one is the end of the chapter, it'll drop on AO3 before I post it here!

Part 33

#lovelyfanatical shares #drukkari gbbo au #drukkari #druig x makkari #eternals #eternals fanfiction #return of the fluff #kingo is here for the DRAMA #phastos is decidely not #at least not if makes things awkward for him

[atjsgf]

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ALRIGHT LET'S DO IT!

MISS AMERICANA AND THE HEARTBREAK PRINCE

So I have this reylo fic I’ve been meaning to write for years called Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince. It’s a high school AU that is based on A Cinderella Story (one of my top five fave movies of all-time) but doesn’t follow it exactly–it’s a little darker, just bc of the nature of adapting the characters’ backstories, especially Finn and Ben. (They are all seniors unless otherwise specified.) 

Rey plays the role of Sam/Cinderella. Her mom died when she was young, leaving her to be raised by her abusive stepfather, Brendol Hux. Said stepfather favors his kids, Hux and Phasma (Armitage goes by his last name. Phasma is a nickname, but I think she has a real one that gets brought up). However, he also puts a lot of pressure on them as athletes (unsure what sport they do, figure skating maybe.) 

In ACS it’s a running gag that Sam’s twin stepsisters are really bad at their sport (synchronized swimming). In this, they’re good, but it’s to their detriment. (The exploitation of underage athletes is a recurring theme in this fic.)

(I like the trope where the evil stepmother–or stepfather in this case–is abusive to the step-siblings, too, just in a different way, just bc it strikes me as more relatable.) 

Rey works at the business Brendol runs, a mechanic shop/diner. She’s saving up money for college, but she’s also kind of forced to work long hours by Brendol. Her fairy godmother is obviously the manager of the diner, Daae Leira. 

Finn is Carter, but instead of acting, his whole thing is that he was a competitive athlete who fought for emancipation from his abusive family and won, and now he wants to major in journalism to shed light on the issue. 

Rose is Astrid (the DJ in the movie, she does have a name) who wants to major in broadcast journalism. So they both work on the school paper and that brings them together. 

And ofc, Ben is Austin. Captain of the water polo team, known for being aggressive and competitive, but secretly wants to be a writer. He has this kind of ruthless reputation for having gotten his own sister expelled by planting weed in her locker to prevent himself from getting kicked off the football team for having it. 

In reality, he got Cara expelled because his football coach–abusive, manipulative Snoke–was about to turn his attention to Cara, who had joined the girls’ water polo team against Ben’s advice. And Ben was terrified of Cara getting tied up with Snoke the way he had by that point. (Cara now goes to a boarding school in Northern CA, as opposed to the San Fernando valley where everything takes place.)

Anyways, Ben’s friends are Poe Dameron and Sage Skylstad. Poe is on the team with him and Sage is someone he’s been friends with since middle school. 

Ben and Rey have this online relationship. They know they go to the same school, but other than that they don’t know the other’s identity. When Rey finds out, her fear is less about Ben being super popular (he’s not), and more about him having that asshole reputation. (A more mild stressor is Sage–everyone at their school is convinced the two are dating, because of the whole “men and women can’t be platonic friends” thing. They are not and both find the idea gross.) 

Anyway. Rey gets her Cinderella moment, Snoke gets exposed by Finn and Rose, Ben gets his “I’m throwing away YOUR dream” moment, and they live happily ever after. I also wanted to do some sequels about them in college, Poe/Cara getting together, stuff like that. 

BETWEEN TWO POINTS/IN SCREAMING COLOR

So I had this idea for a series of Community fics. The series is called Between Two Points. The first three would each center on one ship. The first one, called In Screaming Color, would be Abed/OC. The second one would be Britta/Troy and the third would be Jeff/Annie. However, I think if I went back and did it now, I’d probably change it to Britta/OFC and Abed/OC/Troy, so I’ll outline it that way from here. 

In Screaming Color would just be Abed/OC, Troy would come into play later, I think it takes place after he leaves but while they’re still in school. The OC–I’ll call her Drew for now, that’s when she was my self-insert but I think I’d wanna make her a full OC if I wrote this–is a Dance major. She’s had a crush on Abed for awhile, ever since the Who’s the Boss debacle where he made the instructor cry or whatever, I need to rewatch the show. (I vaguely remember that I had to move the timeline and have this episode be earlier for things to make sense.) She was in that class and fell in love with how passionate Abed is about things like sitcoms–she’s also deeply passionate about things like that (she writes fanfic, etc) and felt a connection to that. 

However, Abed remains basically unaware of her existence until he has to do a music video for a class. She auditions for the main role (a ballerina in a music box who falls down and has to find her way around the music box–that’s my working theory on what it is, although I may change it if I think of something more thematically relevant) and gets the part. 

From there it’s this psychological thing where there’s a lot of miscommunication (mostly on Drew’s part) and false assumptions (mostly on Abed’s part) where she’s trying to make it clear that she’s genuinely interested in him, but he rebuffs her because he finds the trope of a director getting involved with actresses on set to be tired. (Feminist king.) And also because, you’ll remember in an early episode that Abed says “a lot of girls like me because I’m adorable and my aloofness reminds them of their fathers.” Even as he starts to like her, he thinks that she’s only interested in him because of the director persona he puts on. 

Eventually they have an actual conversation where she admits when she started liking him and why–she doesn’t like him because he’s aloof, she likes him because he’s deeply passionate about stories and storytelling and she can see that in everything he does, even if nobody else sees it that way. And they end up dating and are cute <3 In fics #2 and #3 they can often be found in the background doing fun things and acting out their favorite tropes. (Drew introduces him to the idea of acting out tropes instead of specific scenes or movies that exist, and he becomes obsessed.) 

Fic #2, currently untitled, would take place after the finale and would be a Britta/OC that ends in a decision to not get married but instead have a non-legally binding promise ceremony, because Britta doesn’t want to get married but she does want to be with the OC forever. I still like Troy/Britta, but idk if I see them working long-term, and I also think it would be a fun exercise to look at Britta and see what she would need in someone as a long-term love interest. 

Fic #3, also currently untitled, would see Annie coming back from Quantico for Britta’s wedding, years after leaving in the finale. She would have gone through a lot of personal growth in the years in between, and the fic would have her and Jeff get together in some way. Idk, I haven’t thought that hard about it, I just like them. 

(I also sometimes toyed with the idea of a fic that takes place in before fic# 3 that sees Annie having that personal growth in Quantico–it would be a Criminal Minds crossover and she’d be in the BAU.) 

And the final fic, Fic #4 would go back to right after Fic #1 when they’re all still in school. It would be an anthology fic where each chapter is about Drew’s relationship with the other members of the study group–how they met and what their dynamic is and when and why that member accepted her into their circle. For example, I wanted to move that one episode where Jeff gets bullied by some teenagers to be later in the timeline, and have Drew get involved, and that’s how she and Jeff connect. 

The last chapter–maybe the last few chapters, or maybe I’d make it a separate fic, idk if I could do the character work necessary in one chapter. But it would overlap with fic #3. Like Annie, Troy comes back for Britta’s wedding. (I think he and Britta are still close and there’s a lot of affection there even though they know they weren’t supposed to be forever, and I think Troy is really happy Britta found her person.)

Anyways, this would be when Troy/Drew/Abed gets together as a polyamorous triad. I think both Troy and Abed had those feelings before but never addressed them because they didn’t want to ruin their friendship and because it felt kind of off somehow. But Troy was gone for awhile and Abed didn’t fall apart–in fact, he’s proven to himself that he is capable of being in a long-term relationship that’s healthy. Their relationship has already undergone the worst scenario possible, so I think they’re more confident that if they broke up, they’d still be friends. And that feeling of off-ness is gone with Drew in the mix. 

(Abed and Drew admit to each other that even though they love each other atp, there always felt like there was a missing space in their relationship–it’s just generally this idea that the three of them are supposed to be in this kind of relationship with each other and that’s what’s always been right for them, they just had to wait for the pieces to fall into place.) 

Drew also panics when she realizes so many tropes are based on monogamous relationships until Abed reminds her that she is a writer and she can make up new stories for them, which she does. 

WHEN WE ALL FALL ASLEEP, WHERE DO WE GO?

This was gonna be a reylo role-reversal AU. With Cara in the mix, things that unfolded in canon shifted, and, long story short, Snoke was unsuccessful in turning Ben Solo to the dark side, so he set his sights on Rey instead and since she had no support network, he succeeded. Now Rey is the leader of the Knights of Ren who finds herself inexplicably drawn to smuggler Ben Solo. Would also include Finnrose (maybe a role reversal on them, too? Stormtrooper Rose and maintenance worker Finn?) and Damara (not role reversal I don’t think bc I can’t see Cara as anything other than an engineer, but their relationship may be different in some way.) 

I honestly didn’t have a lot planned for this lol, it was just something I was toying with. I obviously wasn’t the first to come up with the idea but I thought it would be fun to explore and put my mark on it. 

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[griefpersevering]

the ripples they cause

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Chapter Fourteen: Don't Fear The Reaper

Notes:

hiii everyone!! I can't apologise enough for how long it's been, but I'm back!! I'm still updating the earlier chapters, but I thought I'd start uploading some of the new ones I've written as well, so I'll probably alternate between the two. the title of this chapter comes from the song (Don't Fear) The Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult!

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They don't waste time standing on the train platform, mulling over their goodbyes. Natasha barely knew Ben and May, and although Tony is more subdued than usual, he's probably more concerned about Spider-Man than his aunt.

The platform melts into a sidewalk without warning, and as soon as they cross the threshold, the train tracks that ran parallel to their path vanish. Nat glances upwards at the skyscraper that sits in its place. The entire building is dark, save for one light shining through a window about ten stories up.

"So, where are we headed?" Tony asks, rubbing his eyes with his hand.

Nat spins in a slow circle, trying to find her bearings. The Train attracted Ben and May like moths to light, but without their guides, she has no idea which way to go. The City is an ever-changing labyrinth; every time she looks away, the buildings morph into something new and the roads change directions.

"Why don't we just continue in one direction until the scenery changes?" she suggests. From what Ben told them, the only places they could end up are the Countryside, or the relative safety of the Beach.

Tony pulls a face at her plan, but doesn't comment. Maybe he isn't feeling as well as he keeps insisting. His right hand is trembling, and beneath the layer of ash and sand that covers him, his face is ghost-pale.

"You don't have to come," she offers. "I can bring the book back to the Beach and we can read it together."

A stop light that hadn't been behind Tony a second ago changes from amber to green. "Fat chance," he says. "Besides, there's no way we're getting separated."

If they were still alive, she would have pointed out that his health, combined with his stubbornness, could be the reason they get killed. But since they're already dead, the point is moot, so she just nods.

She starts walking in what she hopes is the opposite direction to the Train, slowing her pace enough so that Tony can keep up without him noticing. After passing two blocks, she spots another soul on the other side of the road, but they don't acknowledge her or Tony. Their pale orange skin suggests they aren't from Earth anyway, so there's no reason for them to stop and chat to random civilians who can't even give them updates on their friends.

With all the Blipped people here, it must have been chaos. Perhaps Yelena walked these same streets, searching for a way back to her. Nat hopes that someone explained what was happening to her, because without Ben, she could have convinced herself that this is some kind of twisted dream.

Yelena. They always seemed to miss each other, didn't they? In 21 years, they never crossed paths until they took down the Red Room together. And after that, in those two years before Thanos, they only met up once.

Nat asked Yelena whether she would like to join the breakaway Avengers — her, Steve, Sam, and Bucky. She laughed at the suggestion.

"You don't get it, do you?" she said, but she never explained.

Nat wanted to spend more time with her. She wanted a normal relationship with her sister. But she was on the run, and then there was Thanos, and then there was Vormir. Barely enough time to catch her breath, nevermind arrange a meeting towards two spies.

She's alive now, at least. The thought isn't that comforting, when Nat isn't there to check.

They are passing two apartment buildings with a skyscraper wedged between when Tony stops walking. Nat glances back to see they have turned into one long row of shops.

"I need a break," he says, and he sounds out of breath. He is clutching one hand to where the arc reactor used to sit, and his face is pinched with the effort of walking. For him to admit he's in pain, it must be bad.

Nat sits down on the edge of the curb, spreading her legs into the empty road. She leans back, splaying the fingers on her left hand in the direction they are walking so they don't start walking in circles.

Tony sits down next to her, tilting his head back and letting his eyes close.

"What made you change your mind?" Nat asks.

"About what?"

"Time travel." In the reflection of the shop window across the street, the building behind them stretches and warps, adding windows and removing rooms. "You seemed set on not risking your life because of your family, but here you are."

He hesitates. "I told you I couldn't risk losing Pepper and Morgan, and that's true," he says, his hands gripping the edge of the sidewalk. "I hate I might never see her grow up. I wanted to be there for her — I wanted to be better than my old man."

"But?"

"But... after you guys came, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I was doing the washing up, and I saw a photo of me and Peter, and I knew I couldn't let it drop. I could save him, but I'd risk losing everything I had in the process. There was only ever one answer."

"Peter?" Nat prompts.

Tony looks over at her, meeting her gaze for a long moment before continuing. "Spider-Man."

So she had been right. The new Avenger Tony roped into their fight in Berlin was a child. She can't blame him — he was so clever, so hopeful and excited... it isn't surprising Tony grew attached so quickly.

May's words pop back into her head. She'd left the cave to give Tony and her some privacy, but that didn't mean she hadn't been eavesdropping. The tale of what Spider-Man had gone through after Tony's death hadn't sounded like anything a young boy should deal with by himself, superpowers or not.

"You'll see him again," she promises, placing her hand over the top of Tony's. "We can fix this."

Her reassurance isn't just for him. Tony misses his family, of course he does, but Nat's heart longs to see her sister again, and she will do anything to have that opportunity.

Tony moves his hand from under hers, clapping them onto his thighs before struggling to his feet. Nat follows suit with a tad more grace.

"We better get going, then," he says. "We'll never make it if we sit here on our asses all day."

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[artdecosupernova-writing]

OC Kiss Week Day 1: Dance

WIP: Partners Pairing: Ben x Reagan Timeline: what is this...1954 I think? god I don't know. it's between installments 1 & 2 of the "trilogy" CW: none Rating: T Words: 1,257

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Reagan paced on the flagstone patio of the venue, cigarette in hand and humming along with the soft, slow jazz bleeding through the glass door. The three flutes of champagne he'd imbibed were making a noticeable dent in his focus, and he lost himself within the peaceful thrum of the world outside, in the cool night air, as wedding guests and bride and groom danced inside.

He started to sing, knocking ashes to the floor and tipping his face toward the sky. The song didn't have words, but he invented them, deciding subconsciously that it was about a lonely traveler on the way to a destination that existed only in his dreams.

"That's gotta be a superstition, right?" a voice said from the door. "Singin' something like that at a wedding's gotta be a bad omen."

Reagan smiled and turned on his heel, taking a drag simultaneous to sweeping his eyes over his best friend's face, his neatly-pressed tux, the slight stiffness in his shoulders. "Hey, boy," Reagan said softly.

Ben closed the door behind him, shrugging out of his tux jacket and loosening his bowtie once he discarded the outer layer onto one of the tables. "Why do you look better in a yarmulke than I do? Never mind, don't answer that."

"What're you doing out here?"

"Should ask you the same thing," Ben said, stuffing the tie in his pocket. "...I had too much wine."

"You didn't bring your beautiful bride?"

"I just needed a minute."

"You look a little nervous."

Ben took his own cigarette out of his pocket, waiting as he always did on complete instinct for Reagan to light it with his shamrock lighter. Reagan watched him through the small flame, then glanced back through the glass door as Faye stood among the throng of guests, laughing with Ben's mother, Shoshana, and one of his aunts.

"I don't think I've ever been around this much family at once," Ben muttered, exhaling smoke as Reagan put the lighter away. He rolled up his sleeves. "It's bad enough I can't think over the music."

Reagan didn't feel the need to point out that as far as live bands went, that one was particularly quiet. Instead, he reached up to secure Ben's yarmulke better to his head.

"Somethin' on my mind, Reggie," Ben said after a patient silence and Reagan had finished his task. "That toast you made earlier..."

"Wasn't much of a toast, was it?" Reagan said.

"I'm gonna need you to come up with a better one."

"Stop the band and gather everyone back to the tables, then, you absolute idiot."

Ben wouldn't meet his eyes, Reagan just realized. His gaze darted all around the patio and across the woods behind the building, taking in nothing but darkness and the deep, solid blue sky. "...I just thought there would've been more to it."

"I said that no one deserves happiness more than you." Reagan stepped a bit closer. "And I meant it."

Taking another drag of the cigarette, Ben nodded. He didn't appear to want to participate in any sort of levity whatsoever at the moment, which provided mild discomfort. "I guess I expected more."

"I couldn't say anything else, Benny," Reagan said, dropping his own cigarette and squishing it out into the flagstone with his shoe. "It wouldn't have been new to you, anyway."

"Still would've been nice to hear."

Reagan tilted his head and plucked Ben's cigarette from his mouth, putting it out on the stone beneath his feet as well. The band started up another song, slow and warm. "Dance with me."

Ben blinked, finally looking at Reagan's face. "What?"

Reagan took his hand and pulled him close, curling an arm around his waist. He delighted in the feeling of Ben fully melting into him, lacing their fingers together and moving in easy circles across the patio.

"Here we go," Reagan said happily, sighing as Ben's other hand absently found his spine. "Nothin' wrong with the groom dancing with the best man."

"There's quite a bit wrong with this, actually," Ben said, though he made no move whatsoever to stop the shenanigans. He smoothed his hand down Reagan's back—very casually, but Reagan inwardly shivered. "Very clever, though."

"I thought so."

"Just don't try to bring me to your car. I think my wife might have somethin' to say about it."

"I've been swimming in champagne for the last half hour," Reagan joked. "I don't even know who you are right now."

Ben pulled his head back and made deliberate eye contact. "I think you do."

Reagan held Ben's hand closer to his chest, and the comforting din of the party behind them faded away. He smiled. "I like when you're close to me." They made their leisurely way to the other side of the patio. "...Nothin' wrong with that."

"What's your limit?"

Instead of responding to that directly, Reagan's smile widened, what was once feigned innocence becoming deep and private mischief. "This makin' you uncomfortable?"

Ben assessed the question, eyes roving over Reagan's face. "No. Have any words of wisdom to impart on the newlywed?"

The warmth began to leech from Reagan and the light chill of the night took only some responsibility for that. "...You should rethink marriage."

"That's fuckin' fantastic, Reggie," Ben exclaimed, though he had yet to stop dancing.

"I don't think I was cut out for it," Reagan explained. "I think maybe I'm askin' too much of Carolyn to stay with me when I've expected her to tolerate my sleepin' around so much."

"We'll chalk this up to the booze."

"You're right," Reagan said suddenly. "I can't be sayin' shit like that at your wedding; it's not fair."

They watched one another as they danced, wordless for a few minutes, forgetting—for better or worse—that anything else was going on, that anyone else could've ruined their moment at any time. Ben seemed to soften in Reagan's arms, to let an unseen barrier fall with each gentle step they took, and Reagan fought every instinct to coax that further along.

"You know I'd do anything for you, right?" Reagan murmured.

Ben screwed his eyes shut, his hold on Reagan's hand tightening. "Reagan..."

"Ben, all you have to do is ask, and—" His brows pinched. "...You called me Reagan."

"Oh, is that your name?"

Reagan grinned once Ben looked at him again. "That's the first time in the nearly thirty years we've known each other that you've ever called me by my actual name."

"Well don't make a big fuckin' to-do about it, Rían," Ben scolded, invoking Reagan's true given name to hammer it home. Then, more timidly, "...We ain't children anymore."

As abruptly as it had started, the mood shifted. They'd come to a halt and Ben leaned into Reagan's chest, fully anticipating Reagan holding him close, holding his head to him as they embraced in silence only broken by the festivities.

"Mazel tov," Reagan said softly into Ben's ear, pressing his lips to his temple. "...Love you."

There was a pause, and Ben held onto Reagan's waist for support as he leaned in to plant a firm, quick kiss to his mouth. Reagan brushed a thumb over his cheekbone before Ben stepped back, almost unwilling to look away until he was forced to, eventually rejoining his own celebration.

Reagan stood alone, hands in his pockets, willing himself to criticize the choice of flowers within the landscaping until he was no longer wracked with the urge to flee into the forest, never to be seen again.

#ockiss23 #Partners #PI #this is actually a complete rewrite of part of a piece I wrote in 2011 #part 3 of a miniseries I'd started called Within Ten Years #chronicling milestone events that take place between the first and second insallments etc #...actually I think it's part 5. damn I should've numbered them lmao #at some point I'll rewrite the others