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moonlit-jeno · 4 years

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secrets | n.jm

genre/ warnings: vampire au, explicit sexual content, angst, way too much blood/ blood drinking, b i t i n g, character death (kind of), references to drugs, religion

word count: 9.5k

summary:

“I’m not scared.”

“No?” The sharp points of his fangs graze your skin and you swallow down your whimper, head falling back against the wall. You’re not scared of what Jaemin could do to you.

You’re scared of what you want him to do to you.

notes: big thanks to @jaemallow for pushing the jaemin agenda and helping to keep me sane

“Come on, we’re going to be late.” Mark grumbles at you, throwing an agitated glance over his shoulder. You roll your eyes and slow down even more just to spite him. “Dude, my dad’s going to kill me.” “He’ll be fine. Murder’s against the word of God, y’know.” You speed up despite your words, laughing at the way Mark glares at you.

There’s a crack in the sidewalk that he trips over and you laugh good naturedly. The street leading up to the church is in less than optimal shape, littered with cracks in the sidewalk and missing chunks of cement. Mark’s dad had tried to raise money to fix the street, but it hasn’t happened yet.

Mark starts walking slower all of a sudden and you grumble, glaring at him when he grabs your wrist to yank you backwards. You’re about to ask what his problem is when you see the three figures at the end of the road, moving closer towards you two.

“You’re kidding me.” They hear it, they must, with their superhuman senses. It only makes them smile brighter. You glance at Mark. “Wanna turn around?”

“Too late.” Mark breathes, staring straight ahead of him with wide eyes. You look away from him to find the three vampires standing directly in front of you, blocking your way.

A groan leaves you and you cross your arms, raising your eyebrows expectantly. “Can we help you?”

The ringleader of the bunch, Jaemin, smiles. “Well, since you’re offering, I suppose I am feeling a little hungry.”

The church is only one block down but if they don’t want to let you pass, you’re not going to get there. Mark shifts nervously next to you, shaking his head when you open your mouth to make a remark. That doesn’t stop you from saying it. “You realize that just because you’re from the 1200’s doesn’t mean that you have to talk like you’re from the 1200’s.”

“I resent that.” Jaemin frowns, clutching his hands to his chest likes he’s been stabbed. “I was born in 1706. It’s almost like you don’t care about me at all.”

“Is it? Must be because I don’t.” The other two vampires are silent, though one of them- Jeno- watches with amusement. The other one is unfamiliar and looks like he’s trying to figure out to pair you with white or red wine. You shudder and turn your attention to Jeno. “Nice cross. I thought shit like that burned your skin? You know, because you’re a demon and all that.”

Jeno’s eyes smile with him and it’s hard to remember that he’s a monster. He brushes his thumb against the small mark under his eye, shrugging. “Nah, only the blessed ones. Or, y’know, the silver ones. But this one? I just wanted to piss off the church daddy who told me that I deserved to rot in worse places than the sewer.“

You snort before you can stop yourself. “Church daddy?”

He waves a dismissive hand. “Church daddy, father, same thing.” A pause. “Hey, Mark, isn’t that your dad?”

Mark avoids eye contact and nods. “Yeah, but I like, I don’t like, speak for him, y’know?” He laughs nervously.

“You don’t have to.” That’s the one you don’t recognize, glaring at Mark. “We can tell it’s what you’re thinking. You don’t even have the decency to look at us?”

“And who are you? Their vampire bitch or something?” You snap to Mark’s defense, not wanting the vampires to prey on Mark’s nerves.

The boy lunges like he’s going to attack you but Jeno grabs him by the neck. Jaemin laughs. “Careful princess, that hits a little too close to home for our little Renjun over here.” To clarify, he leans a little closer and lowers his voice. Not like it matters, the other two can hear him just fine. “Jeno got carried away while feeding the other day and turned him.”

Your eyes widen in surprise and this time you don’t have a witty comeback. Vampires are monsters, yes, but they have laws. And it is very, very illegal to turn a human. “That’s-”

“Against the law?” Jeno finishes. “Yeah. It was an accident though, plus he’s from out of town! So I can’t technically get in trouble.”

“Technically.” You mock, rolling your eyes. “Whatever, we’ve got places to be so if we could speed this conversation up?”

Jaemin pouts. “So soon? You’re already late for church, why even bother going?”

You stand your ground. “Good bye, Jaemin. Make sure you do a better job of training your new puppy.” Renjun snarls at you.

“What, like how you trained your puppy?” Jaemin nods over at Mark and the boys face turns red. “Bye, y/n, Mark. I’d ask you to say hello to God for me but he doesn’t exist!”

He walks off with that as a goodbye, Renjun and Jeno on his heels. Jeno at least has the decency to smile at you and tell you to have a good rest of your day.

They’re right about one thing: going to church when you‘re already late sucks. A few people glance back at you and Mark when you sneak in, sitting in the last row. You spot your parents sitting in the front row along with Mark’s brother. Luckily none of them notice you slipping in, so they won’t know just how late you were.

Mark seems on edge and you pat his knee, frowning at how violently he flinches. You raise an eyebrow, silently asking if he’s okay. He just gives you a tight smile. Mark’s always been a nervous kid, so you figure it has to do with the little vampire interaction you just had. Or fear that his dad will yell at him for being late. They’re both pretty scary.

It’s not until after the service that you talk to your parents- your mother taking the time to hug Mark and pinch his cheeks before she even looks at you- and your father asks where you were.

“It was my fault, sir.” Mark speaks up, knowing that your parents adore him and won’t be upset. “I couldn’t find my church clothes, I forgot that they were in the wash and had to sort through all of my laundry. Y/n was an angel and stayed with me to help.”

“Huh,” Your father says, looking Mark up and down. “Well, your shoes could use a good polishing, but you look sharp, kid. Good man.” He pats Mark’s shoulder and walks off to talk to a friend. Your mother raises an eyebrow and shrugs, loading you up with tasks to take care of when you get home.

Do the dishes, fold the laundry, remember to take the store bought pie out of the container and pop it onto a plate so that it looks homemade. “Oh, and one last thing.” She stops you, turning away from her conversation about her book club meeting with some lady that she can’t stand. “I don’t want you walking through the city. Those vampires are getting braver and braver, attacking in broad daylight.”

“Okay, I’ll take the long way.” You promise her. She nods, and satisfied that you won’t die, turns back to her friends. You say goodbye to Mark and a handful of other people- most of whom you don’t like- and head home.

You have absolutely no intention of taking the long way home. It adds an extra half an hour to your walk and you swear you always get attacked by bugs. Besides, vampires might be dangerous, but it’s not like you have a high chance of encountering one. The three you’d talked to earlier were harmless, two of them attending your same university.

Jeno did medical research, occasionally stepping in to teach if the professors needed help. He’s technically a doctor, but he finds ways to multitask. The benefits of being immortal, you suppose, is that you learn a lot, especially if you’ve been alive since the 1100’s. He was nice enough by himself, though he would never answer your questions about history. Not that he wouldn’t try, but the poor guy would just get so confused that he would end up rambling about a completely unrelated topic.

Jaemin was a little different. He took classes, though his goal was to learn about interesting topics and keep up with the culture, not to fit in like Edward Cullen and prey on teenage girls. For someone so old, he’s surprisingly good at the technology classes, learning how to use a camera faster than your much younger parents. Jaemin also holds tutoring sessions for struggling students, pretty much offering help for every subject. Sometimes he assists Jeno with his research, though he never says what they’re researching. It’s always the same vague answer: medicine.

You know them pretty well, and yet you wouldn’t say that you’re friends. Vampires and humans coexist, but it’s not always that peaceful. There’s a definite divide between the two, a definite feeling of “we’re better than them” coming from both sides. And you can see why that divide is there, you can understand why.

After all, it’s not like you’re too fond of vampires yourself.

Cursed to hell, is a phrase used too often by your parents, by the church. God’s reject’s is another. And when you look at them, it’s hard to disagree with those statements.

They don’t burn in the sun but they can’t touch silver, can’t say God’s name, can’t enter a building without explicit permission. They catch on fire when they enter holy places (they’re fine to enter the one across town, but that’s another story).

Similar insults are used to describe humans. “How can you call us God’s rejects when you die so easily?” One vampire had countered when you were in middle school, pointing out that vampires couldn’t get diseases or die of natural causes like a human. He’d called you weak. You’d thrown a cross at him. Both of you had been suspended.

Still, you don’t hate vampires. And you especially can’t hate vampires now, not when you’re failing your chemistry class and your only option for help is Na Jaemin.

Mark has a different opinion. “Y/n, you can’t go to his house! He’ll kill you!”

You laugh. “Mark, come on. It’s either he kills me, or my parents kill me when they find out I wasted my tuition on a class I failed. It’ll be fine.” He still looks unhappy. You wiggle your fingers at him. “Look! I have silver rings on. I’m wearing my cross. I’ll be fine.”

“I’m not going to be the one telling your parents you were killed by a vampire, y/n.” He sounds dead serious and you raise your eyebrows.

“Mark, I’m helping with a research project. I’m not deciding to work for the food bank.” You point out. “This is the only way I can make up my grade, Mark. It’s generous of my professor to even let me do this.” He sighs, knowing there’s no arguing with you, and pulls his necklace off. Walking closer, he drapes the silver cross over your head. “Fine. Just, please be careful.” You smile and pat his cheek, tucking the charm under the collar of your shirt. “I always am.”

Jaemin lives in a pretty nice house on the top of the hill, which sucks because your calves are burning by the time you get up there. It has a pretty view, though, and it’s a decent distance away from his closest neighbor. You always joke that he could kill someone up here. Going up alone, that joke doesn’t seem as funny.

He’s got an old fashioned knocker on the wooden door that you only use because you’re not too fond of digging splinters out of your hands. It makes a pretty solid sound, and it barely takes five seconds before Jaemin answers the door. He looks good, wearing a dark blue button up with his hair pushed off of his forehead. Almost like he put some effort in. He obviously catches you giving him a once over and he grins.

“Eager to see me?” You tease, stepping past him into his house. He laughs, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, of course. The world revolves around you, I just had to get a glimpse.” Jaemin drawls.

“Alright, what’s the research project?” You ask, wanting to get straight to the point. “I’m only here because I need to pass my class, Jaemin.

He takes his time flipping through a book on his coffee table before glancing up at you, rolling his sleeves up to his forearms. “The effects of vampire blood in humans.”

Your eyebrows skyrocket. “If you say that you’re making me drink your blood, we’re going to have a problem.”

“Fucking hell, y/n. I know you humans have a problem with vampires, but I’m a researcher. I do research, and I do it just as responsibly and professionally as human researchers.” Jaemin snaps, and it’s probably the first time you’ve ever heard him not use a flirting or teasing tone. “And besides, we already know what that would do. It would only turn you.” You swallow thickly at the thought of being turned. “Then what do you need me here for?” “We just need a few of your cells and a tiny blood sample.” Jaemin says, moving to where you stand next to the counter. “We’re researching if vampire blood has an effect on strengthening human cells, or preventing undesirable circumstances that affect humans. You know, aging, disease, the like.” He hands you some paperwork and you glance over it briefly. There’s nothing about him draining you dry of blood, so you sign it. “Great. We won’t be taking the samples today considering we’re at my house, but I’ll walk you through the basics of what we’re doing. You know, assuming that you’re smart enough to understand it.” “I’m not fucking dumb, Jaemin.” You snap, glaring at him.

“No, of course not.” He sympathises, smiling down at you. “Just a little slow. Come on y/n, you’re failing one of the easiest courses at the university. You’re not exactly smart.”

You shove the papers over to Jaemin, purposely letting your silver rings graze his exposed skin. Jaemin flinches back from your touch, a sharp hiss leaving him as he grabs at his wrist. He glares at you. “You fucking serious?”

It’s mean, but what he said wasn’t exactly nice. You meet his gaze head on, eyebrow arched. “What’s the matter, leech? Can’t take the heat?” He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes to ground himself. It’s probably not smart to goad him, but that’s exactly what you do. “Aww, don’t ignore me, leech. It’s rude. Didn’t your parents ever teach you any manners?”

All the air in your body leaves you with a whoosh as Jaemin pins you up against the wall, wrists held over your head by one of his hands. A dull pain radiates through your body and you’re sure you’ll have bruises on your back from the impact, not that Jaemin seems to care. The boy stares down at you with dark eyes, standing way too close for comfort.

“My parents died 300 years ago.” Jaemin snarls. “But yours are still alive. Didn’t they teach you to respect your elders?”

“You’re not older than me.” The words are intended to be fierce, defiant. They come out shaky, timid. “You’re a dead man, Jaemin.”

That makes him laugh, though you don’t think he’s found your words funny. “Yeah? Do I seem dead to you?” He tightens his grip on your wrist and uses his free hand to tilt your chin up, make you look him in the eyes. “I can feel your heartbeat, little girl. You’re scared.”

“I’m not scared.” You are. He knows that.

“No?” He raises his eyebrows, cocking his head to the side before dipping down, letting his mouth hover over your neck. “Not even now?”

You shake your head, swallowing down a whimper. He’s right about your heartbeat, it’s fluttering so frantically that you can hear it in your ears, feel it under your skin. You’re scared, but not for the reasons he thinks you are.

Jaemin smiles at you, fangs on full display, and moves even closer to your neck. The sharp points of his fangs graze your skin and you swallow down your whimper, head falling back against the wall. You’re not scared of what Jaemin could do to you.

You’re scared of what you want him to do to you.

He scrapes his fangs along your neck, an action that’s painful in the most pleasurable way, but doesn’t break the skin. His tongue darts out instead, soothing over the pain before his lips press to your skin in an open mouthed kiss. Your fingers flex above your head and you ache to touch him, to fist your hand in his soft hair and pull him closer.

A moan leaves you and he pulls away, pressing his thumb to the area. Jaemin can feel your pulse from there and he smirks at how frantically your heart beats.

“You’re not scared?” Jaemin asks, the question condescending. He doesn’t believe you. “You do realize that I could sink my fangs into your pretty little neck and drain you dry, right?”

The mention of him biting you drags a keen out of your throat, and you find yourself whimpering out a “please” before you can help yourself. It has Jaemin pausing, eyes roaming over you as he reassesses the situation.

“Oh, you really aren’t scared.” Jaemin smirks. “Who knew that you were so fucking filthy?” He doesn’t wait for a response, dipping his head down and trailing the tip of his tongue up your throat. It feels nice, so, so nice, but it’s interrupted by a burning pain, a sob ripping from you at the intensity of it.

You thrash against his hold, but then the pain starts to get replaced with a pleasure unlike anything you’ve ever felt, and you slowly melt into his touch, arching against him to expose more of your throat.

Jaemin pulls away eventually, licking over your wound a few times before pulling back to give you a bloody grin. “Feels good, yeah?” You nod, and the bliss must be apparent on your face because Jaemin chuckles darkly before leaning back in. “You want more, don’t you?”

“Yeah, want it.” The words are breathless and slur together, your body thrumming with heat, begging for more. Jaemin does the opposite of what you want and steps away.

“Be a good girl and take those fucking rings off, then.” Jaemin commands, and you swear you’ve never moved faster than you’re moving now, carelessly dropping your jewelry to the floor. Mark’s necklace lands near his foot and he scowls at it, crushing the piece of metal beneath the heel of his shoe.

You immediately grab for him when you’re done, but Jaemin doesn’t let you pull him forward. He just scoops you up into his arms, carrying you to the sofa. You end up straddling his lap, his back pressing into the couch, and he wastes no time before sinking his fangs back into your neck.

“God,” You breathe out, winding your arms around his neck, pulling his head closer to you. “F-fuck, Jaem, that feels so good.”

He just hums against your throat, continuing to suck and lick at the wound. There’s a little bit of blood on his lips when he pulls away and you wipe at it with your thumb before letting the digit slip past his lips. He sucks on it slowly, gazing up at you with dark eyes, and lets his fangs graze the skin. Arousal jolts through you and you whimper, pulling your hand away and dragging him back to your neck.

“Baby wants more?” Jaemin teases, not waiting for an answer before sinking his fangs into you, this spot even more sensitive than the last. You whine loudly, tugging at his hair and feeling your eyes roll back in your head at the euphoria spreading through your body. Your head feels fuzzy and there’s so much heat coursing through you that you can barely function.

“Mhmm, yeah.” You pant out. “Want more. Oh my God Jaemin, I’m so fucking wet.”

Jaemin groans at your words, one of his hands sliding up your thigh before moving inwards, cupping your pussy over your clothes. He pulls his hand away when you try to grind down, grabbing onto your hip to stop your movements.

“No.” He growls, the simple word vibrating through your entire body and making you shake. “You come from this, nothing else.”

Tears slip down your cheeks as you hold onto him for dear life, your core clenching desperately around nothing. You hug him tighter, letting your head fall back on your shoulders to expose more of your throat, your lips parted to let Jaemin drag sound after sound of pleasure out of you. It feels good, way too good considering the action, and you lose yourself to the feeling.

The collar of your shirt is tugged down and then Jaemin’s lips are attaching to the top of your breast, fangs sinking into the delicate flesh. You keen and shove your chest further into his face, not knowing what else to do besides hold onto him for dear life. Your body feels heavy but your head feels light and it’s such a startling contrast to the euphoria coursing through your veins that it makes you dizzy. It’s hard to see straight, let alone think straight, and your pussy throbs with every little bit of blood that Jaemin takes from your body. Your hips rock against nothing but air, desperately searching for some sort of friction, something to fill your needy cunt, but you can’t find anything and it has you sobbing out in frustration.

More bite marks are left, more electricity shoots through your body, more wetness drips out of your pussy. You swear you’ve never felt this good in your life, and that’s only confirmed when Jaemin seals his lips over the first mark he left, licking and sucking at the wound until it opens all over again and you feel yourself falling, white flashing behind your eyes as the most intense orgasm of your life crashes over you. You grab at Jaemin as tightly as you can, screaming his name and babbling incoherently as he drags out your pleasure, lets you get high off all of his kisses and bites.

It lasts forever, and it takes even longer for you to come down to yourself, Jaemin stroking your hair and your back. You open your eyes to find him already looking at you, his face clean and dry of any blood. It takes you a while to notice that there’s an ice pack on your neck and a plate of food on the table in front of you, and you vaguely wonder how long you were out for if Jaemin had time to do all of this for you.

“Don’t move too fast, baby.” Jaemin cautions, noticing you struggling to sit up. “I took way more blood than I meant to, you’re gonna feel a little weak.” “A little?” Your muscles feel like jelly when you try to push yourself off of him and you collapse back onto Jaemin’s chest with a soft groan. Jaemin huffs a laugh and helps you sit up, turning you around on his lap so that your back is to his chest. He drops a soft kiss to your ear and your eyelids flutter.

“Here, take these.” Pills are dropped into your hand, a bottle of some energy drink you don’t recognize. “It’ll replace all the nutrients and stuff you lost.” Jaemin watches you down the drink in one go, tossing it across the room when you hand the empty bottle back to him. “How are you feeling?”

Your vision is much clearer than it was, though you still feel lethargic and would like to do nothing except lay down in a soft bed for the rest of your life. “My head hurts.” Jaemin hums. “Okay. I would rattle off some instructions for you to follow but I know it’ll just make your headache worse. I’ll write them down for you instead, how’s that.” “You’re so self aware.” Reality hits you when you feel the bruises on your throat, on your chest, and realize that yes, all of that did just happen. “Um. I didn’t know it could feel that-” You trail off, hand waving vaguely in the air. “Good?” Jaemin offers, laughing when you nod. “Mhmm, did they not tell you about that? I’m sure they make it sound like being bitten by a vampire is the worst thing imaginable at that fancy church you go to.” You look away, embarrassed, and Jaemin laughs. “You know that humans make drugs out of our saliva, right? That’s why there are hunters.” Your eyes shoot open in alarm. “Really? That’s awful.”

Jaemin hums, nodding. “Yeah, well, when it’s profitable...” He laughs bitterly. “Anyways, it’s an expensive drug. And you just got that shit for free.”

“I feel so honored.” You laugh, snuggling into him. He pushes you back.

“Y/n, I need you to understand something.” Jaemin says, tone suddenly serious. His eyes burn straight into your soul. “That was a mistake. I’m not- we can’t do that again.”

It shouldn’t hurt you. What you just did is considered shameful by many, you should be relieved that he’s telling you it can’t happen again. You shouldn’t want to spend more time with a vampire. “Oh. Yeah, yeah of course.” You nod, looking away from his intense gaze to blink back your tears. “Yeah, we just got carried away.” Jaemin looks like he wants to say something else, lips parting for a second before shaking his head, offering a tight smile instead. “We got everything done that we needed to get done. You should rest now.”

He doesn’t mean now as in right this second, which he made especially clear after telling you that it was a mistake, but you can’t help it. You’re asleep in seconds.

When you wake up for the second time, Jaemin is nowhere to be found. You’re in your own bed, tucked in nice and neatly, and you smile as you realize it meant that the vampire had carried you home. There’s the list of instructions that he’d promised you on your nightstand, signed with nearly illegible hand-writing. Your smile grows before promptly dropping off. Vampires can’t get into a house without being invited. You’ve never invited him in, which means that he must’ve either asked permission from Mark or your parents. Neither is good.

The gravity of the situation hits you when Mark walks into your room, jaw set, arms crossed. He blanches when he sees your neck, the sight clearly making him uncomfortable. “Holy- y/n, I told you that you couldn’t trust Jaemin. You’re lucky I was here when you brought you home because I can guarantee your parents would react way worse than me.”

“Jaemin was fine. He didn’t do anything I didn’t want him to.” You see the exact moment that those words process in Mark’s mind, his face going from worried to angry.

“You let him drink from you? What were you thinking? Y/n, you look like you got mauled.” Mark sounds disgusted and you try not to shrink into yourself.

The bruises ache when you press over one of them and an overwhelming sense of embarrassment washes over you at how it makes you shiver. “Relax, it’s not like I let him turn me. We just got caught up in the heat of the moment. Mark, it felt so good.” Your eyelids flutter shut at the memory, snapping back open when Mark scoffs.

“So what? You want to be their blood bag now?” Mark’s voice rises in pitch as he yells and the sound grates on your nerves. “Wanna be a vampire whore for the rest of your life? Live in a dusty ass attic and let whoever walks by have a go at you?” “Mark, what- do you hear yourself? What the fuck is your problem?” Mark’s been your best friend since you were five. Never, never, have you heard him talk like this. It hurts.

“Do I hear myself? Y/n, I should be the one asking you that. Here you are, creaming yourself while talking about letting some fucking, some bloodsucker tear your throat open! It’s disgusting.” Mark scoffs, shaking his head. “You’re just as bad as Do-” He cuts himself off suddenly, but you know what he was about to say. “Just as bad as who? Donghyuck?” You shake your head, feeling hot tears prick at the back of your eyes. “It must run in the family to become filthy disappointments, then.”

Mark’s eyes soften and he grabs your wrist, rubbing circles into your skin with his thumb. “It’s not too late for you. Let’s go to the church, you can pray for forgiveness.”

You feel numb when you nod, letting Mark wrap a scarf around your neck and lead you down the road. He sits next to you in the pews, rubbing your shoulder while you rest your forehead on your hands, pretending to pray. But you can’t focus, can’t stop thinking about your brother.

Donghyuck was Mark’s best friend before you were. The three of you would hang out a lot, though you only joined the two because as Donghyuck’s younger sister, he felt obligated to include you. The two boys were inseparable, and then one day, they weren’t.

Your parents say that he was tainted by the devil. Mark’s father says that he betrayed God. You think Donghyuck simply fell in love. And love is a beautiful thing, but not when it’s between a vampire and a human. Your brother was forced to choose between his family and his love.

In the end, he chose love.

That night, you toss and turn in bed, unable to stop thinking about your brother. If he’s alive, if he’s a vampire. If he’s dead. What you would do in his situation. Not that it matters, because you wouldn’t fall in love with a vampire, but you can’t help but wonder. Is it really that bad? They were once human, too.

The thought doesn’t leave your mind even when you go to the lab, meeting an uncharacteristically quiet Jaemin, and a very excited looking Jeno. “Y/n! Thank you so much for doing this!” “Yeah, well, gotta pass my classes somehow.” You laugh. Jaemin doesn’t meet your eyes when you look at him, keeping his gaze just a little too low and frowning.

“Seriously though, this is great. I’ve been trying to get permission for this experiment for ages, the fact that the administration finally caved is insane.” Jeno says, turning to ruffle through some papers on the desk. You shoot a curious glance at Jaemin, finally realizing that he’s staring at your neck. Or well, your covered neck. He’s trying to see the marks. With a glance towards Jeno, you carefully slide the fabric of your turtle neck down, laughing silently at how Jaemin inhales sharply, lips parting slightly. You yank it back up when Jeno turns around. “Jaemin informed you of the experiment, correct?” You shoot Jaemin a look. “Yeah! You just need to take a couple of blood samples, right?” Jeno shakes his head, tilting his head at Jaemin. “Not exactly. We’re going to need you to take microdoses of vampire blood.”

It takes a moment to register. “You want me to drink vampire blood?” You screech, eyes bulging. “That’s going to turn me!” Jeno shakes his head, laughing. “With the amount we’re giving you? No. It’ll only turn you if a vampire drinks your blood, and you die. You’ll be fine.” Next to you, Jaemin stiffens. You bite your lip. “Um. Like at the same time, or?” “It doesn’t have to be at the exact same time. If you’ve been bitten before, you can’t drink any blood or you’ll be turned. But again, that’s only if you die.” Jeno tilts his head. “Have you been bitten before?” “Jeno.” Jaemin draws his attention away before you can respond. “It’s just a microdose, right? Like, barely enough to have an effect?” He considers this. “Well, I mean, not enough to have negative effects.”

You and Jaemin share a long look. Jaemin had drunk your blood not even a week earlier. It's dangerous. But it’s a small amount. Jeno said there wouldn’t be any negative effects. And you can’t fail this class. You send Jaemin a pleading look. Jaemin swallows thickly and looks back to Jeno.

“She’ll be fine?” Jaemin’s voice is shaky.

Jeno nods. “Caring for a human? That’s odd, coming from you. But yeah, she’ll be fine.”

You exhale heavily. “I’ll do it.”

There are more papers to be signed, more blood to be drawn. Though this time Jeno takes it in a much more professional manner, drawing it out and putting it into a test tube. Next to you, Jaemin squeezes his eyes shut and you watch his jaw clench. You want to tease him but you can’t, not in front of Jeno.

Despite Jeno’s reassurances, the worry doesn’t leave you. He doesn’t know what you and Jaemin did, doesn’t know that you’ve been bitten by a vampire. And maybe it doesn’t matter- it’s not like you’re going to die or anything, which is what needs to happen for you to turn- but you need some sort of comfort.

That’s how you end up bailing on your Friday night dinner with Mark’s family, saying that you need to finish a project that’s due that night. Your parents roll their eyes and scold you for not taking your studies seriously, but let you skip the dinner. Mark shakes his head at you, disapproving of you working with a vampire, but keeps his mouth shut.

If Jaemin’s surprised when you show up at his door, he doesn’t show it. He just smirks at you, leaning against the door frame. “Hey blood bag.” You scoff and shove past him into the house, dropping down onto the sofa you sat on last time. “When did you start calling me that, leech?”

“When you let me drink from you.” Jaemin says plainly, sitting next to you. “Is there a reason you’re here? I mean, I know I’m irresistible, but-” “But we didn’t tell Jeno you drank from me.” You interrupt. “We need to tell him. He’s been waiting forever for this, he’ll be devastated if we ruin it.”

Jaemin nods, considering it. “Y/n, you know you’ll get kicked off the project if we tell him, right?” You nod, biting your lip. “Look, Jeno’s been my best friend for hundreds of years. I hate keeping this from him more than you do.” “Then why are you?” It doesn’t make sense. You’re certainly not friends, or at least you weren’t before last week.

He doesn’t answer. His eyes are dark and it looks like there’s a war raging behind them, but he doesn’t elaborate on what’s bothering him. The sharp points of his teeth dig into his bottom lip as he bites it nervously, blood beading at the cut when he finally looks back at you.

You don’t think when you bring your thumb up to swipe at his lower lip, skin coming away red. Jaemin watches in fascination as you bring the digit up to your own mouth, sliding it past your lips, sucking the blood away. He swallows thickly.

“Does it feel as good for you as it does for me?” You ask, glancing from his lips to his face. He shakes his head gently.

“It feels good for you because of our saliva.” Jaemin explains. “But it doesn’t feel bad when you do it, it’s just-” He makes a vague gesture with his hand as if trying to pull the words out of thin air. “It’s very intimate.”

He licks his lips, then, digs his teeth back into his bottom lip. It’s a subconscious movement but you still lean in to press a kiss over where the blood pricks up, nipping just hard enough to have a growl rumbling in Jaemin’s chest before soothing the wound with your tongue. You pull away and smile, licking the blood off of your lips.

You don’t even have time to make a witty remark over how affected Jaemin looks because he’s pulling you onto his lap, crashing your lips together with enough force that you’re sure they’ll bruise. It draws a moan from you and Jaemin eagerly drinks it in, fisting his hand in your hair and deepening the kiss.

A gasp leaves you when he pulls away, trails his lips down your throat. You tense in anticipation, a whine getting trapped in your throat when his fangs just barely scrape the skin. He leaves a wet kiss there, pulling away to look up at you. “Want me to bite you, baby?”

“God, yeah.” You moan out, tilting your head to expose more of your neck.

“Ah, I’d rather you didn’t say that name in my house.” Jaemin laughs. He moves back to your throat, digging his fangs into the spot he’d marked. There’s less pain this time, pleasure coursing through you almost instantly. You whine and tighten your grip on his hair.

Electricity runs through your veins as Jaemin takes what he wants, marking up your body. You breathe out something along the lines of “want more” and Jaemin takes it to heart, scooping you up and carrying you to his room in record time. He tosses you onto the mattress, crawling over you not even a second later to press his lips to yours.

He fits himself easily between your legs, rocking his hips down in a rare show of desperation. You can feel exactly how affected he is, his hardness pressing deliciously against your core. Another plea of “more” is whispered against his lips and he doesn’t need any more encouragement, pulling away to move further down your body. He kisses and nips his way down your torso, pushing your shirt up to reveal more skin to him, dropping kiss after kiss to the sensitive skin just above the waistband of your pants. Your core throbs at the feeling of having him so close to you and you squirm, trying to spread your legs more, trying to articulate that you need something, anything.

“J-Jaemin, take them off.” You whine, pushing at the waistband. “I need you.”

The coldness of his hands brushing against your skin when he drags your pants down has you shivering, squirming. He tosses your clothing to the floor and wastes no time attaching his lips to the inside of your thigh, holding you down when you squirm.

“Is this okay?” Jaemin asks, concern mixing with his arousal. He brushes his index finger over your pussy, making your back arch in an effort to get him closer to where you need him.

“More than.” Despite your assurances, Jaemin doesn’t touch you. He moves his hand up to your abdomen, flattening his palm to keep you pinned down. You whine in annoyance, but the teeth dragging over your inner thigh has you shutting up. A gasp leaves you before he even sinks his fangs in, your pussy absolutely throbbing with need. He presses another gentle kiss to the skin and, raising his gaze to make eye contact with you, bites you.

It’s more intense than when he bit your neck or your chest. It sets your body on fire in the best of ways, leaves you writhing under his touch. Your eyes roll in your head and your hands flail in an effort to grab something, anything to ground yourself. It’s amazing, and just when you think you’ve reached heaven, he touches you.

You’re soaking wet and Jaemin’s fingers slide into you effortlessly, fill you up so well. It’s too much effort to keep your eyes open and so you let them drift shut, let yourself fall into the bliss. There’s pressure against your lips and you open your eyes to find Jaemin hovering over you, sliding two fingers past your lips. You didn’t even realize he’d stopped biting you.

“Suck.” He commands, and who are you to disobey? You wrap your lips around the digits and hum at the taste of yourself, at the weight of them in your mouth. “Taste good, baby?” “Mhmm, yeah.” Your words are slurred around the digits and you suck even harder around them, letting your tongue trace patterns around them. Jaemin swears softly and grinds down against your thigh.

He presses one more kiss to your lips before sliding down your body. “My turn to taste.”

Maybe there should be some sort of alarm going through your system when Jaemin lowers his mouth to your core. Some sort of reminder that he has some very sharp fangs, that he has just bit you in multiple places, and that his fangs are right in the place that fangs should never be. But it feels heavenly when he licks a stripe between your folds, when he fucks his tongue into your hole. His hands keep you pinned to the mattress, super strength coming in handy to control your squirming.

The pleasure consumes you and it’s so much, too much, and your eyes want to squeeze shut but Jaemin looks up at you and his gaze is magnetic, making it impossible to look away from him. Your body’s on fire, burning brighter with every flick of his tongue, every moan he lets out into your core. He pulls away to drop his head to the apex of your thigh, digging his fangs into the delicate skin there, and you can’t fight the scream that rips from your throat. You’re babbling, chanting incoherent words as you try to explain how good it feels, how you never want him to stop. His hair is soft in your grip and it’s the only thing keeping you anchored, the only thing preventing you from drowning in pleasure.

“You taste so good, baby.” Jaemin moans, pulling away momentarily to make a show of licking his lips. “Everything about you is so delicious.” He returns to your core, lapping at your hole before flicking his tongue over your clit, laughing at how your body jolts. There’s nothing but hunger in his eyes as he sucks your clit between his lips, fucking two fingers into your needy cunt. He does it again, hitting all of your sensitive spots, making you scream with bliss as you finally tip over the edge.

Wave after wave of euphoria crash into you and your lungs burn as your gasp for air. You’re drowning in the best way possible, surrounded by nothing but pleasure and Jaemin, Jaemin, Jaemin.

He works you through it with gentle flicks of his tongue, hands smoothing over your thighs to bring you back down. You manage to find enough strength to shove at his head when it gets to be too much, tiredly sinking into the mattress when he pulls away. Jaemin wipes at his mouth and bends down to kiss you lazily, nipping at your lip just to hear you whine. He smooths your hair down and brushes a few strands out of your face, smiling down at how fucked out you are. And you’d be content to lay wrapped in his arms, with Jaemin cooing softly at how pretty you are and petting your head, but you can feel how hard he is.

“Jaemin,” You murmur, shifting in his hold. “Jaem, wanna make you feel good.” “It’s alright, you don’t h- oh, shit baby- you don’t have to.” He has to fight to get the words out, a groan interrupting his sentence when you grab at his cock. You pout at him and manage to tug his pants down just enough for you to pull him out.

“But I want to.” You smile, leaning up for a kiss. Jaemin doesn’t bother replying, just presses his lips back to yours and melts into your touch. The way you jerk him off is lazy, your energy drained from how intense your orgasm was. Though with the way Jaemin groans against your lips and tightens his grip on your hip, you don’t think that he minds.

He moans your name when he comes, a beautiful sound that has your stomach twisting with heat. White spills over your knuckles and onto his stomach and you bring your hand up to your mouth, licking at it curiously. Jaemin watches you with heavy lids before collapsing onto the mattress.

“Fuck,” He sighs, eyelids drifting shut. “Why’re you so good to me?” “Why are you so good to me?” You mumble back in response, curling up into him. “Thanks for not biting my pussy.” Something about that sets Jaemin off and his body shakes with the laughter running through him. A giggle leaves you. “What?” Jaemin shakes his head, still laughing. “Nothing. Come on, gotta get you some food.”

And that’s how it goes. You and Jaemin continue to hook up, although he does end up saying ‘fuck it’ and attempting to actually teach you chemistry. Despite Mark’s fears, he doesn’t end up killing you. He’s a lot of fun to be around, plus he keeps his pantry stocked with various snacks. Sometimes he even cooks for you, if he’s feeling nice.

“What’s a vampire doing with all this food?” You ask one day, watching him make fried rice. He doesn’t respond, just staring down at the pan and offering you a shrug, though you swear you see him blush.

Your professor raises your grade to a C. It’s not stellar but it also isn’t failing, which you will happily take. There’s only a little bit of guilt when she beams at you while telling you how happy Jeno is with your dedication to the project.

Jeno continues to take blood samples, and you continue to not tell him that you’ve been bitten. It eats you up inside, but Jaemin’s always there to reassure you. Whether he’s trying to comfort you or himself more is up for debate.

Everything stays the same except for Mark.

He gets more distant, grows a little more resentful. There’s no smiles or teasing jokes, except for the polite ones he flashes in front of your parents. He starts to make up lies, too, which is something you promised to never do. Excuses to get him out of plans, saying there’s nothing wrong. And your best friend, the most timid, nicest boy you’ve ever met, begins to pick petty fights with you.

You’re over it, and it bothers you even if you try not to let it show. Jaemin rubs your back and tells you it’ll be okay, but you know it won’t. Because Jaemin’s the reason that Mark’s distant. And you have no plans to stop seeing him.

Talking to Jaemin, you’re sure Mark would have liked him if the circumstances were different. If Mark didn’t hate vampires so much, or if Jaemin were just a regular human college student like you. But those aren’t the circumstances, and so you have to deal with Mark’s whiny ass showing up at your door to drag you to church.

“Mark, it’s Thursday night.” You groan, shaking your textbook at him. “I have work to do!”

“Yeah, you also have praying to do.” Mark snaps, grabbing the book out of your hands. “Not like you even understand this.”

Which, ouch, that kind of hurts. Especially when Mark knows that you’re frustrated that you can’t get the subject down even though you try. You glare at him and reach for the book. “Mark, give it back. And I actually do understand this, Jaemin’s been helping-” “Helping what? Taint you? Turn you into one of their blood whores?” Mark grabs the book back and throws it across the room. “Y/n, come on. I’m not letting this happen to you too.” He pulls you after him despite your grumbling, though he at least has the decency to let you put shoes on. Just because you go freely doesn’t mean you’re happy about it, complaining as Mark drags you through the city. “Jesus Christ Mark, has it ever occurred to you that Donghyuck had free will? That he willingly chose to be with her because he loved her?” You’re fed up with Mark, fed up with everyone. “God Mark, they’re not that bad!” Mark stares at you for a moment. “What, they’re brainwashing you too? How is it that both you and your brother are so dumb? I know you weren’t raised like this.”

“Well at least I wasn’t raised to be such an ignorant asshole.” You snap. “I have the ability to make my own decisions, something you apparently lack.” “Oh, so what’s that supposed to mean?” Mark stops walking suddenly, crossing his arms as he waits for an answer. You open your mouth to yell at him when a flash of movement catches your eyes. Squinting, you make out a group of guys, and they’re close enough that you can hear them laughing when one of them wipes… is that blood on his mouth? “Mark, we have to go.” You whisper. The vampires don’t see you and you’re hoping that you can get the two of you out of there safely. “Come on-” “No, tell me what you mean!” Mark yells, stubbornly standing in place. You groan and try to drag him away but he doesn’t budge. “Come on y/n, tell me what you fucking mean.” You shoot a worried glance over your shoulder, surprised when you don’t see the vampires. There’s a second of relief, lasting only until you turn around to find them standing right behind Mark. You squeak in surprise. Mark freezes too, one of the men having grabbed him by the shoulders. His face presses way too close to Mark’s neck and you jump when you feel hands on your own shoulders.

“Aww, lover’s spat?” The guy holding Mark laughs. “That’s okay, we’ve all been there, right guys?” The rest of his friends cackle in the creepiest way that you can imagine. “Come on, we can resolve this.” You and Mark look back and forth between each other worriedly. There’s no way out of this, you realize. No way to even try.

“Don’t you wanna know how we can resolve this?” This time the guy holding you speaks and it’s so close to your ear that you flinch, nearly jumping out of your skin. He laughs and his fangs graze your skin, but it doesn’t send pleasure through you like when Jaemin does it. It sends chills down your spine, makes you want to cry. “Answer me.” “N-no.” You stutter out, eyes squeezed shut in fear. “Please, just let us go.” The guy sighs and lets go of you. “Alright.” You and Mark share a look before bolting, adrenaline pumping through your veins. Freedom only lasts for a second before you’re being grabbed again, yanked backwards.

“Stupid girl. I don’t appreciate being told no.” You whimper and you can hear Mark screaming your name, screaming for help, screaming for anything.

It’s the last thing you hear.

“Jaemin, you’re an idiot. Literally the dumbest person I know.” There’s a familiar voice swimming through your head and you try to move towards it, finding your entire body feels drained.

“Yes, I’ve been told.” Is that Jaemin’s voice? It sounds a lot clearer, drags you out of the darkness. “But look, it ended up being good, right? She’s alive.” You finally manage to pry your eyes open and immediately regret it, slamming them shut and curling into yourself. A groan leaves you and the two stop talking. “Y/N? Baby, it’s me.” There’s a hand on your cheek, brushing against the skin gently, and you press into his touch. “How are you feeling?” “Bad.” You croak out through a dry throat, cringing at how dry it feels. Jaemin laughs softly and something presses to your lips. “Here, drink this.”

You didn’t realize how hungry you were until you get the first taste, and then suddenly you find the strength in your body to take gulp after gulp of the drink. It brings a little bit of warmth to your body, makes you feel less achy. You even manage to pry your eyelids open.

Jeno and Jaemin greet you, both men looking relieved. Jaemin beams at you, dipping down for a kiss. “Hey baby.” “What happened?” You frown, trying to remember how you got to Jaemin’s couch. “Did I- I was walking to the church and we were attacked.” Oh shit, you weren’t alone. You search frantically around the room. “Did Mark- is he okay?” The thought of your best friend- no matter how strained your relationship was at the end- dying is too much for you to handle.

Jaemin smiles. “He’s the one that brought you to me.”

“He’s okay?” Jeno nods in confirmation.

“They only wanted to kill for fun, guess you were enough.” Jeno says. “Speaking of killing, Jaemin has a lot of explaining to do. And since I don’t trust him to do a good job, I’m going to stay here!” You look between the two. “Kill? Am I- I’m dead?” Jaemin makes a face. “Fucking- I’m a vampire?” Your words come out shrill and the two boys cringe.

“Yeah, sorry.” Jaemin scratches the back of his neck. “My bad. But, um, I’ll take care of you! Don’t worry.” Then, to Jeno: “Come on man, can’t we have a second of peace? I literally never thought I was going to see her again.” Jeno sighs, glaring at his friend before walking away. “Dramatic.”

You’re in Jaemin’s arms in the next second, held close to his chest. “Fuck y/n, I’m so sorry.” His voice is shaky and he keeps his face pressed into your neck. “This is all my fault, I don’t know how I’m going to make it up to you.” “We’ll figure it out later.” You tug at his hair to get him to look you in the eyes. “I almost died, Jaemin. Give me a headache later. Right now…” You trail off, letting your lips stretch wide. “Kiss me.” It draws a snort from Jaemin. “You were dead like an hour ago and now you want to fuck?” “No!” You whine and smack his chest. “I just want a kiss, get your mind out of the gutter.” Jaemin teases you some more, making you laugh and smack him to stop before you finally say fuck it and pull him closer, smashing your lips together. He smiles into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your body. You have a lot to worry about, but you’ve also got all the time in the world to worry about it. It makes you sick to think about, and for now, you want to just relax. Not that Jaemin seems to mind, happily letting you curl into his chest, stroking your head. You’re not alone, you have Jaemin, and you know he’ll help you through this.

+ You’re not expecting a welcome home party. You’re also not expecting to find all of your belongings scattered across the front yard, having very clearly been chucked from your bedroom window.

“Lovely.” You scoff, staring at the mess. The front door has the biggest cross you’ve ever seen nailed to it, complete with the silver door knob that you promptly burn yourself on. You stare at the door, wondering if you should knock. It swings open before you make your mind up.

Mark stares back at you with wide eyes and parted lips. “Y/n? You’re alive?”

“Hey, Mark.” You smile, tight lipped. “Jaemin told me you saved me.”

Mark looks like he’s about to say something but then his mouth closes and he shakes his head. “Y/n, you- you’re a vampire now. I can’t.” Mark doesn’t look you in the eye when he says it and you scoff, rolling your eyes. “I’m sorry.” “I’m sorry.” You mock, shaking your head. “No you’re not. If you were sorry, you would fucking look me in the eyes.” He doesn’t. “You know it’s your fault I’m like this, right?” That gets him to look up at you. There’s fire in his eyes this time. “No, it’s your fault for whoring around with vampires.” You shake your head. “Who made me go to church that night?” He looks away and doesn’t answer the question. “Good bye, Mark.”

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cedriccullen00 · 4 years

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long time, no see

-you were one of the newborns jasper changed in his early years.

-once you ran away from maria you kept in touch with him.

-he asked you for help with teaching the wolfs and his family.

-he thought maria was his mate but when he saw you again he knew it was you.

-you don’t live with Jasper because you aren’t part of his coven, after the battle you want to move in with them though.

I heard Jaspers southern drawl as I neared the edge of the clearing. Hearing it made all of my memories of our past flood back, but just like a bed of roses there were thorns, meaning that even with all of our good memories there were still bad ones. I stopped at the edge of the trees and watched the familiar blonde pace back and forth explaining stuff about the newborns, it sent a shiver down my spine remembering those days. “And that’s how newborns are different than us.” he said ending his little speech. I stepped out into the clearing and slowly clapped causing all the vampires heads and wolves heads to turn to me. “Beautifully stated...couldn’t have said it better myself honestly.” I teased walking closer to him, he turned slowly so that his whole body faced me. “We’ll look what the cat dragged in.” he whispered crossing he arms and I stopped my clapping. “What? Do you still think so low of me to believe I wouldn’t show?” I asked as I raised one eyebrow. “Of course not darlin’, you sound ridiculous when you say that.” he responded as he wrapped his arms around me softly. I hugged him back without hesitation, I hadn’t seen him in a good 70 years and it was hard. “Miss me L/N?” he whispered as he pulled away from the hug. “You wish cowboy.” I murmured, smirking up at him. “I don’t mean to interrupt... but they want to know who the y/h/c is and I honestly do too.” I tall brunette boy said looking from the wolves to Jasper and I. “Right sorry where are my manners-,” I said shaking my head but Jasper cut in. “Stuck in 1911.” he mumbled smiling, I smacked him on the arm with narrowed eyes and he chuckled. “Names Y/N L/N, I came to help with the whole newborn thing.” I said sending a small wave towards his family. “Wait are you the Y/N L/N who got away from Maria and Jasper?” a short girl with a pixie hair cute asked and I tensed up...damn Maria. “Umm yeah that’s me.” I said with a slight nod. “We can do introductions later... we need to prepare.” Jasper said cutting the conversation short and turning to the wolves, I turned to his family. “First things first, never let a newborn get their arms wrapped around you.” I said looking at all his family members, and the human girl. “If you let them get their arms around you they will simply crush you.” Jasper added as he he began his pacing again. “Second rule, never go for the obvious kill.” he stated redirecting his walking. “Newborns expect the obvious kill, hinting the scars on my side.” I said with a small smile and I heard Jasper give a slight chuckle, we always joked about our scars. “Anyways let’s get started, Y/N you want to go first?” he asked as he stopped his pacing and I nodded. “Absolutely...” I murmured pushing my sleeves up. “Alright then pick your partner.” he said motioning towards his family and I turned to the biggest one. “You, muscle man, bring it on.” I said pointing at him. “You sure shortie?” he asked stepping forward and I smirked. “I wouldn’t tease her Emmett.” Jasper said with a chuckle and Emmett rolled his eyes. He positioned himself so he was in front of me and we both bent into a crouching position. “Don’t hold back big guy.” I cooed and he smirked. “Not in my nature sugar.” he muttered back, then we were running. He lunged to tackle me and I jumped over him earning a growl from him, as I smirked I ran around him in a bunch of circles to confuse him. After maybe the 10th circle I darted up a tree which he didn’t see, he looked around confused as I smiled. “Hey, where’d she go?” he asked kind of annoyed. I jumped down from the tree and onto his back hanging on to him tightly. He flinched in shock and I gave his head a pat. “Gotcha Cullen.” I said simply and he pushed me off his back. “Whatever.” he grumbled as he walked back to his family. “What happened was Emmett lost focus, so I got the upper hand.” I said pulling my sleeves back down smiling. “I let you win.” I heard him grumbled and I rolled my eyes. “Sure you did pretty boy.” I responded walking to Jasper and he flipped me off. I was gonna be great friends with him.

“Damn.” I grunted as Jasper held me in a head lock. “Y/N went for the obvious kill, a rookie mistake, so I got the upper hand.” Jasper said not moving his arm. “I didn’t go for the obvious kill, you just know how I fight.” I argued and I heard Emmett chuckle. “Sure beautiful, sure.” he said to me just like I had to him, so I happily flipped him off. “Alright everyone, that’s enough for today.” a tall blonde man said from beside a brunette lady. The wolves bowed their heads and left, Edward left with the human, and I unwrapped Jasper arm from my throat. “Might want to switch your moves up.” Jasper commented as I stood up straight. “Yeah whatever. Now be a gentleman and introduce me to your family.” I said smiling at the blonde and he nodded grabbing my hand. “Well everyone this is Y/N L/N, or Y/N Whitlock I should say.” Jasper said smiling as we neared his family. “So this is your mate.” a tall ginger said with a small smile and Jasper nodded. “Good to know you mentioned me.” I said with a small smile. “He always talks about you, he just never gave us a name.” a blonde girl said and I nodded. “That was my idea, I knew I’d meet you all one day so I didn’t want you all to know so much about me. I thought it would be nice to get to know each other, me about you, you about me.” I said with a shrug and the pixie haired girl beamed. “Well hello then! I’m Alice, and may I say your hair is to die for.” she said wrapping her arms around me. I chuckled and hugged her back, “Well hey there Alice”. I whispered. “I’m Rosalie, Emmetts mate.” the blonde girl said sticking her hand out after Alice let go of me. I shook it and gave her a small smile which she returned. “I’m Carlisle and this is Esme.” the blonde man said and I gave a small wave to them. “And I’m Andrew, Alice’s mate.” the ginger said and I nodded. “Got it. I may forget, so please be patient with me.” I said with a slight chuckle and Esme nodded. “Of course sweetheart. Let’s go back to the house so we can get to know you better.” she said with a soft smile and I sighed. “That sounds perfect.” I whispered, Jasper swept me into his arms bridal style earning a small squeak from me and he chuckled. “Alright then, lead the way everyone.” Jasper said nodding his head towards the trees and they all started running. I’m just a few short moments I was in their home, it was nice and comforting which made me smile. “You can put me down now Jas.” I said ruffling his blonde hair as he closed the door. “If you insist.” he said sitting me on my feet carefully. “Come, come! I want to hear all about you.” Alice exclaimed grabbing my hand and leading me to the couch. “Well what do you want to know?” I asked as we sat on the couch, everyone else following us. “About your past, where you live, your human life.” she gushed as Jasper sat next to me. “Well as a human I was really good in school, I was always top of my class. I actually went to Yale for 2 years with my at the time boyfriend, he was a douche.” I said shaking my head with a slight frown, calling him a douche was putting it nicely. “Jasper turned me actually, I was 22 at the time I believe. I fought with their army for three years, Maria didn’t want to kill me right away since I was smarter than the others. During one fight I was attacked by 11 newborns at once and I almost lost my life, after that I told Jasper I couldn’t do it anymore so he helped me get away.” I whispered looking at my lap, everyone was quiet. “I live in Colorado, I’m not in a coven or anything so it’s pretty lonely.” I said with a shrug looking back up at the others. “That’s basically all.” I said and Alice frowned. “11? At once?” she asked and I nodded, I lifted my sleeves up and moved my hair to reveal my neck. “Holy shit.” Emmett murmured and I nodded. “I thought she was dead by the time I realized what happened.” Jasper murmured and I rubbed his leg. “But I wasn’t, I’m fine. I do need some rest though, mind if I lay down? We can talk more later.” I whispered looking at Alice and she nodded. “Of course, we can talk more tomorrow.” she said and I nodded.

“I know that was hard for you...talking about the past.” Jasper whispered a she held me in his arms. “It’s okay...I mean I am your mate and you are their brother, they should know what I’m like and what I’ve been through.” I said with a shrug and he kissed my head. “True. So how was the trip from Colorado?” he asked as I shifted and wrapped my arms around his middle. “Long. I was glad to come here though, I get lonely there.” I mumbled and he frowned. “Are you going to join a coven?” he asked and I looked up at him. “I was thinking about maybe joining this one.” I whispered and his face broke out into a huge smile. “Really?! That would be amazing!” he exclaimed pulling us up into a sitting position. “I just don’t want to be a burden...” I whispered and he shook his head looking at me. “You wouldn’t be a burden darlin’, and if you were they’d still want you here.” he assured me. He pulled me into a kiss, pressing his soft lips on mine and I happily kissed back. Even though we didn’t need it we both pulled back for some air and I held his face in my hands. “I really missed you love, like a lot.” I whispered as I caressed his cheek. “I missed you more Mrs.Whitlock, now make it storm so we can cuddle.” he said and I smiled brightly, I turned my head to his window and narrowed my eyes. My extra power was changing the weather so I made it go from cloudy to stormy in 2 seconds. We laid back down and he pulled me close to him. “I love you Jasper.” I whispered kissing his neck. “I love you too Y/N. Promise me one thing.” he whispered and I looked up at him playing with his soft curls. “Anything.” I mumbled. “Never leave me again.” he said softly and I smiled. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” I responded and he placed a soft kiss on my lips. I nuzzled into him and sighed, he really was the only one for me.

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shyrose57 · 3 years

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3: Over time people have found a way to make potions last longer, but theres also a way to make them permanent until a different potion counteracts it, but its very hard to do this and most people die trying to do it because the potion gets highly unstable that even a simple tap can make the potion explode. Raq knew how to make a potion permanent, so after managing to successfully make a permanent one, he just had to throw it on Ran and wait until he was left alone to get him.

4: The fishermen have made a pretty soild plan to follow when this reaction to touch is suspected to be happening. First they of course ask him if touch is ok, and if he says no then they just stay by and give him a blanket. If he cant/doesn't respond then they decide to not touch him incase it causes a bad reaction. And still remain nearby, but they also attempt to comfort him more directly by sitting as close as possible and repeating comforting words and sentences to him.

10: Oh definitely, in fact the fact that Ran is blind almost starts a fight when Asidi reaches to grab Ran and Grievous gets in the way, yelling at him to back off. Which gets not only Asidi mad but also makes Ran afraid. Which just ramps up the tension ten fold. To the point there may be a full out fist fight, until Lucia thankfully notices Rans predicament and manages to get them inside for the antidote, with Siren stepping up to talk to Asidi. A antidote for a permanent blindness potion would consist of a mix of water and milk, a fermented spider eye to temporarily weaken his immune systems so the antidote can get fully in, a Ghast tear (regeneration so slowly allow the sight back as to not overwhelm the person), and a golden carrot (its a vision based ingredient in general), and glistening melon (healing to help push the blindness out while also just numbing the person in general). Then a day later or when signs start to show of the vision coming back, a potion of strength to help the immune system strengthen back up and help get the last bit of the blindness potion out hopefully. Most potions do have a counter potion, but it's only the really complex or permanent potions that have a deemed antidote (difference is the counter is just 1 potion and 1 or 2 ingredients. A antidote is a mix of multiple different potions and ingredients making it more complex). It takes Ran longer than he'd like to admit to get used to it again, he has to do small practices like walking around or running around a room, picking up a pencil and writing, just doing simple hand eye coordination exercises to get used to sight again. But at first when his sight starts to slowly come back he starts to relax a bit more, he's still scared and clings to someone until its almost fully back though. And then he just starts having Watson or Benjamin around to help him get used to it again. He is deeply embarrassed when he learns how he acted when he was blind, and it takes a while for him to regain his confidence/get used to the idea that everyone saw him like that. But they help him feel better by telling embarrassing stories about themselves so he doesnt feel like he's alone and the gladiators have a one on one session with him saying how their proud of him and feel like their closer now, to which Ran does agree. And when it comes to Ranbob, the two aren't super close yet, but close enough they can be close toghere and alone toghere without anything happening. So when Ran learns Ranbob was the only one able to truly comfort him, he isnt super happy, but is almost like satisfied or content. He doesn't mind and it even gets him thinking a bit.

12: That was funnier to me than it should've been

13: You didn't do anything we just love to cause chaos when given the chance. And I did tell them that and they were very happy and just said "Ima Little gremlin 😈😈😈😈😈😈😈" then disappeared for the rest of the day.

14: All of the above. But mostly because of curiosity. The idea that theres a immortal god just out there is incredibly fascinating to them and Jackie especially really wants to meet him. Watson and the fishermen are more hesitant to the thought of meeting Foolish. Mostly because he is a god that could easily kill them, and maybe trespassing onto his property isn't the best idea? But Jackie isnt taking no for an answer and he will forcefully drag everyone with him. They wouldn't know but you did give me a idea of what if Raq has a totem and when Raq blinds Ran they think that they killed Raq, but instead he slips away. And no one notices til its to late.

15: Oh yes, Edward is mid telling of how Ranboo was always so socially shy and tried his best to seem invisible, as Ran and Ranbob throw snowballs and agure in the background. And Edward is telling of how Ranboo was so scared of destroying Technoblades property as he was scared he'd get kicked out as Ran and Jackie are just hasitly digging up the ground in the background in a race. He does also tell them how much Ranboo used to go mining for fun, so often he went mining that he actually became the richest person in the SMP and beyond all because he was bored. While on the way there Cletus and Isaac where complaining about how much they had to mine just to get a few bits of iron. Edward also shared how little Ranboo knew of his enderman side and how he suffered because of it, making the brothers thankful that they had a enderman hybrid mom, and even teachers who took time to teach them about their enderman side and how to please it and its limits. It also gets embarrassing when Edward asks for stories about Ran and Ranbob. Especially when Watson jumps up to tell an embarrassing story about Ran. Even the brothers get in on it and share stories about Mizu. Jackie, Isaac, Charles, and Ranbob all sit around Edward when its time to tell stories about the SMP. And Edward has actually started private lessons with the brothers to teach them the enderian language after he finds out their enderian is extremely rusty and out of date.

Also I wanted to include this in my timeline submission but I forgot to so have it here. Although I said I want this to be a primarily Tales focused au I just can't help but imagine Phil, Karl, Ranboo, Tubbo, Techno (plus maybe Quackity, Bad, and Sapnap) being sucked into the future by a failure from Karls watch and them having to work with the gladiator and fishermen groups to find their way home. But that would probably be another au.

3: Oh, interesting. So Raq managed to corner Ran? How did he do that? How did everyone feel about them getting split off from Ran only to find him blind and terrified?

4: That sounds really nice of them, actually. I’m glad he’s got a good support system. If the gladiators ever had to deal with it themselves(maybe the Fishermen got temporarily separated, or something), how would they go about it, and how would they fare?

10: Aww, they’re protective of him. Good, he needs someone to be! It’s for the best that fight never really started, that definitely would have made things a lot worse, huh? Antidotes sound really interesting, honestly. Definitely off track of your AU, but if you ever have the time, what kind of antidotes would your world building use for other potions, and which potions could be made permanent? Very glad he gets his sight back though. He’s content with it? Curious, curious.

12: I’ll do it, don’t make me!

13: Yeah, that fits the bill alright. They are a gremlin, and it’s good that they’ve acknowledged that. Also, you saying they just disappeared for the rest of the day makes it sound like they just poofed out of thin air until midnight for feeding time.

14: Jackie wants to see god, and so he will. Maybe fight him too, but that’s up for debate. And also ‘until it’s too late’? Anon, what happens? What’s Raq gonna do? Which of the poor children are gonna suffer from this?

15: FGHJK-

Edward: Ah, yes. That Ranboo. So polite and well-mannered.

His descendants: *screaming in the background*

Edward: So, so well-mannered.

Also, I want funny stories about Ranbob and Ran. Can I have funny stories about them? Please, Anon?

Them ending up in the future actually sounds pretty interesting, especially considering the group and who they end up with. Honestly, if you’re up for talking, I’d love to hear about it. Maybe you could make it like a spin-off from this AU, or something? Not canon, but a fun idea? I think, I’m not entirely sure how spin-offs work, if I’m being honest.

#dream smp #Brothers AU #dream smp au #tales from the smp #ranbob

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Honestly, Bella was horrible too. She was literally only interested in Edward because he was a vampire and only started to show interest in jacob once she found out he wasn’t human too. Her life was boring and she wanted excitement and she would honestly find that in any person she could for her own selfish gain. The woman would’ve dated Alice if Edward didn’t exists. (Which I would’ve enjoyed more than the actual movie itself). Let not forget the only reason she married Edward was because he said he’d turn her into a vampire. She took everything for granted, was selfish and still got everything and everybody she wanted. She nor Edward spent a lick of time with their daughter in the last movie. Edward thought teaching his daughter those quick notes on the piano was parenting. But anyways, the movie should’ve been about Rosalie or Alice or Carlisle or the wolves. I love the movies (guilty pleasure) but ole girl Bella, wasn’t it. The books make her better in a way. But their love was not epic or beautiful in anyway. They were manipulative to one another and didn’t give a fuck about anyone not even their daughter.

I mean if we’re strictly talking about the movies, I would agree with this in some sense. The movies took out so much of their personalities it was laughable. Now in the books, they loved them some resume. Bella loved that child even as it was killing her (and I’ll say it for the movies too because she was literally willing to die, and DID, for her daughter).

Their love story was way more detailed in the books. We actually saw moments where they bonded and got to know each other. Like the time Edward spent literally the whole day just asking Bella questions? And when her favorite color would change depending on the color of his eyes that day? His being brown because her eyes were brown? The blood typing/fainting scene? I could read about their story over and over.

Now as far as Jacob goes, y’all know I’m not team jake so I’m definitely biased, but I never believed she had feelings for him. She definitely attached herself to him more when she found out he was a wolf and I think that had a lot to do with Edward. I think she was trying to get back some of that life she lost when Edward left, and tbh…who could blame her? There’s no way I’d be able to go back to my regular schmegular life after having a whole vampire boyfriend and a future vampire family.

And yeah she did marry him just so she could be a vampire but not because she didn’t love him. Bella just didn’t believe in marriage (which some people don’t) and considering her parents’ marriage, it was understandable. Edward didn’t want to turn her in fear for her soul and the life she should have. They both did things they didn’t really want to do in exchange for something they both wanted. I believe this is what henry clay calls a compromise. She wanted to be with Edward forever so she was willing to do something that would make him happy and almost make up for “damning her soul”.

#asks

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imgoingtohellsofuckit · 5 years

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Something We’d Never Have

Jasper x Vampire!Reader

Warning - none

Summary - The news of Bella and Edwards baby makes the family tensions grow.

Two solid weeks have passed since the magical Edward and Bella wedding. Everything on our side had gone normally until Alice after a vision gathered the whole family. Mumbling and stuttering about some vision. Our resident Alice translator was gone meaning we all were left to attempt to decipher the panic jumbles. All we've managed to get was something was wrong with Bella.

"Here Ali," I say as I dial Edwards number then hand the phone to her, "call him to check on them." She nods taking the phone. After a minute she starts to talk.

"Bella? Are you all right?" Alice asks frantically over the phone.

"I'm not 100% sure," I hear Bella on the line as I move closer to the girl. I'm practically on top of Alice trying to here.

"Why? What's wrong?" Alice asks frantically.

"I just..."

"You just what? Alice, what did you see?" Bella asks harshly. Alice hands off the phone then looks over to me.

"Here's Carlisle," She says.

"Bella, what's going on?" Carlisle asks.

"l don't know. I'm a little worried. Can vampires go into shock?" Bella asks. We all listen carefully.

"Has Edward been harmed?"

"No," Bella says, "l know that it's impossible, but l think that I'm pregnant." The entire room on our side goes completely silent. There is no way that can be possible I mean its absolutely insane. "Whoa! Carlisle, l swear, something just moved inside me." Suddenly Edward's voice replaces hers.

"ls this even possible?"

"I don't know," Carlisle says, "The sooner Bella's here, the sooner we can find out what it is. I need you to get to the mainland at once."

"Yeah, yeah, l will."

With that, the whole family went into a panic. Carefully we were waiting for them to return to learn what the hell is happening. At the end of the day whatever they do directly affects our ability to live. The panic separated us into groups. Ones who wanted to help Bella keep the baby and ones who were against her letting her throw away her human life for the chance of the baby surviving. Tensions were growing high and everyone was walking on thin ice. Only for it all to be set off when dog breath came to our house.

We all were sitting together in the living room. Watching the figure of the girl as she mumbles nervously. Her features were sunken in all besides her protruding bruised Belly.

"Jake, is that you?" She calls. With loud stomping suddenly the dog is amongst our group. Rose stands firmly between Bella and Jacob. A harsh look is exchanged between them. Jasper clutches me tightly sensing the anger radiating off me. "I'm glad you came."

"Close enough," Rosalie says harshly.

"What's your problem?" Jacob asks harshly.

"Rose, it's okay," Bella says. Rose moves away revealing the terrible looking girl to her old friend. He sits across from her. I can tell by his demeanor he is relieved to see her alive but of course, is worried about her appearance.

"You look terrible," Jacob says chucklingly lightly. Bella does the same.

"Yeah, it's nice to see you, too," Bella says.

"So, are you gonna tell me what's wrong with you?" Jacob asks her.

"Rose, you wanna help me up?" Bella says. Rose moves to Bella's side helping her up. Suddenly her belly is exposed to the group and I force myself to look away. She looks awful. Anger fills Jacobs aura. Jas sense's this and nudges me.

"You did this!" Jacob growls lunging towards Edward. I lift my hand thrusting a table between the two as Emmet grabs Jacobs shoulder.

"We didn't know it was even possible," Carlisle says trying to calm Jacob down.

"What is it?" Jacob says harshly.

"I'm not sure," Carlisle says, "Ultrasounds and needles won't penetrate the embryonic sac."

"l can't see it, either. And l can't see Bella's future anymore," Alice admits.

"We've been researching legends, but there isn't much to go on," Carlisle explains, "What we do know is that it's strong. And fast-growing."

"Why haven't you done anything? Take it out of her!" Jacob says harshly.

"This is none of your business, dog," Rosalie says harshly.

"Rose! All this fighting isn't good for Bella," Esme adds.

"The fetus isn't good for Bella," Alice snaps.

"Say the word, Alice," Rose says harshly, "'Baby.' it's just a little baby."

"Possibly," Jasper says from behind me.

"Who cares what you call it? Baby, fetus," I snap, "it doesn't change the fact that it's not our decision to make."

"Carlisle, you've gotta do something," Jacob says almost begging Carlisle.

"No it's not his decision," Bella says, "it's not any of yours."

"Jacob I need to talk to you," Edward says. The two move out leaving the rest of us with Bella. I move away from my mate to her side.

"I know you want a baby," I say to her, "I'll respect whatever decision you'll make Bella but I need it to be an informed one. It's an emotional subject I know but it's your life at stake. And that's not just your human life." She nods. I place my hand on her shoulder supportively as I see my mate's harsh glance. I know he's against this. But I can't help but feel for the girl I mean she's getting something that I've always wanted. I'm jealous and I want her to have this baby but I do understand what it means.

"Thanks for the support," She says to me. I nod smiling lightly at her. Alice scoffs harshly at me.

"You are supposed to have more sense than this," She huffs, "I mean it could kill Bella. The Voltari could kill us all for it." I sigh lightly looking away from them "I know you have some emotional attachment to the idea of having a baby but don't be selfish."

"I'm sorry that I want Bella to have something none of us can," I say harshly, "I know what it's like to have your options ripped from you. I just want her to have a choice."

"A choice to die!" Alice yells.

"A choice on how she lives her life!" I yell back, "she'll be the only one of us that gets to have this. To have a baby. Do you know how long Rose and I have wanted to have kids? I grew up with the dream to have a family and I got that ripped away from me when some freaky pervert bit me because of some grudge he had on my dad. I lost my choice. I just want to make sure she does."

"Don't get emotional about this," Jasper says, "I know why you want to help her but she'll suffer."

"But at least she gets what she wants," I say harshly, "she'll get her happy ending. While the rest of us are stuck here looking on wishing that even for another moment we could feel alive!"

"You're being selfish!"

"So are you!"

"Girls!" Esme yells.

"Why can't you just understand that this isn't about your mother fantasies!" Alice yells, "you lost your chance it's in the past this is about Bella dying."

"Alice we all lost our chance," Rose growls, "but that doesn't mean we can take away Bella's!"

"If she's dying then we should!" Alice screams.

"We can't force her to do anything," Carlise says.

"Why not?" Jasper adds harshly, "she'll die before she can even have the baby."

"Jasper," I say to him trying to get him to not be as harsh.

"Its the truth," He says at once. I scoff.

"Why can't you guys just understand?"

"Understand what?" Alice asks harshly, "that you are using Bella as a way to get some sick fantasy of yours filled." I move attempting to jump at Alice but Jasper grabs me stopping me. Emmet moves between Alice and I to further keep me from moving forward.

"Darlin think about this," He cautions me. He uses his power to calm me down. I pull back as I growl at Alice. "Let's take a walk." I move with him out of the house. We move sitting down on the stairs. "Do you really want a baby that bad?" I scoff looking down to the gravel.

"Yeah," I say to him, "I've always wanted to be a mom. But that's not what this is about. I want Bella to have the choice of what she gets to do. I didn't get one. Rose didn't get one. Neither did you. She is the only one who does I want her to cherish it. To have a chance to enjoy it." He sighs looking down at me. "I didn't think that would become an argument. I'm sorry." He moves his hand to cup my cheek. "Jas do you ever think about what it would be like? Us having kids?"

"Two little bloodsuckers running around?" He asks jokingly.

"No no like if we met before-"

"Before we were vampires?" He asks me. I nod smiling lightly.

"Like somehow we met before you got sent off to war when I was a simple noblemen's daughter," I say to him, "and we fell in love without having to become vampires." He smiles as his hand moves from my cheek to my hand gripping it tightly.

"Well we could have a couple of cute babies," He says to me, "lived in a nice house. Had a family. Watch them grow old."

"Elizabeth and William," I say to him, "those would be their names." He chuckles the nods.

"Sounds good darlin," He says to me, "watch them start their own families while you and I grow old together." I layer of sadness falls over me. "Is this upsetting you?"

"No," I say to him, "no I'm enjoying this. William would be our oldest. Ans Elizabeth would always have her dad and her big brother to protect her."

"Oh she'd have her mother too," He says, "you'd make sure she'd be safe. You'd give them both such amazing lives."

"We'd teach them how to live and love," I say to him, "we'd be amazing parents." A feel my eyes burning as if I'd cry if I was able to. I move into Jasper's arms. He tightens his grip on me as we both feel remorse for something we'd never have.

#twilight #jasper hale x reader #jasper whitlock x reader #jasper x reader #jasper hale #jasper whitlock #Twilight x reader

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t4tozier · 4 years

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i’m gonna uhh post some snippets of fics i’ll never continue to write okay let’s go

“Eddie ran away for the first time when he was ten years old. He’d just been to the pharmacy and found out that all the medication he’d been taking--for years--was fake. He didn’t want to believe it. Greta Keene, the girl who’d told him, was a notorious liar. Any other time, he wouldn’t have believed her. And yet, somehow, he knew she was telling the truth. He could feel it in his gut. So he ran. He didn’t bother going home, just ran straight from the pharmacy into the woods.

His mother always told him not to play in the woods. They were dangerous, she told him. All sorts of hidden monsters. But Eddie went all the way to the middle of the woods and all he saw was a well. It was old and dirty, something his mother would never approve of him even getting near. But something about the well drew him in, so he slowly approached it. Eddie gripped the edge of the well, tilting up on his tiptoes to look inside.

In the stories his dad read to him when he was little, these wells were magic. They often didn’t even have water in them, much as this one didn’t, but it didn’t matter. The stories said that if you looked inside and spoke your heart’s desire, it would come true. That’s why they were called wishing wells.

Eddie took a deep breath and thought hard about what he wanted to say. It didn’t take long before it came to him and he closed his eyes before speaking. “I wish I could get far away from this place,” he whispered, then fell silent, waiting for...something. But nothing happened. No sudden gust of wind, no chiming of bells. He wasn’t sure why he thought it would. Eddie sighed. He guessed he’d have to go back to his house now, since his wish clearly didn’t work. He turned around and was immediately faced with a boy.

Eddie yelped and jumped back, hitting the well hard and falling backwards. For a moment, he was terrified he was going to die. But then the boy grabbed his hand and pulled him back up, tugging him into his chest. Eddie’s heart flew up out of his throat as his hands connected with the boy’s chest. “H-hi,” he breathed, blinking up at him.

“Hi!” the taller boy chirped back. “My name’s Richie. What’s yours?” Eddie was pretty sure he’d never seen this boy before in all the years he’d lived here. He had big blue eyes and curly black hair. His face was covered in freckles, and as he smiled down at Eddie, his teeth were bonded by neon green braces. He was tall too, wow. Eddie hadn’t hit his growth spurt yet. His ma said it was ‘cause he was fragile. He wasn’t sure how true that was, but looking into the bright eyes of the boy in front of him, all other thoughts of his ma were erased from his mind.

“D-do you live here?” Eddie got out, completely ignoring the other’s question. The boy—Richie—laughed, displaying those neon braces again.

“Yeah, I do. I’m homeschooled, though, so I don’t go to the school with the rest of the kids.” He looked a little sad about it, but the expression vanished as he continued. “I got this thing called dyslexia, so I can’t really read or write too good. Mags says the teachers were mean when I was in regular school, so she’s teachin’ me herself. I still don’t really got it, though. I dunno if I’m ever gonna.”

Eddie cocked his head, lips parted as he looked up at this boy. He didn’t know what dyslexia was, and he didn’t know Richie at all. But he blurted out, “I could teach you.” A voice in his head warned him to take it back, but he didn’t want to. He wanted to know more about this strange boy with the freckles and the neon braces.”

-Danny, Dakota, and the Wishing Well songfic

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“We have an assignment for you.”

Edward scoffed. “I’ve told you a thousand times, I’m not taking any more—”

“He’s a nephilim.”

That piqued Edward’s interest. He slowly sat up. “A nephilim? And you trust me to watch him?” The Council nodded. Edward considered it. After so many years...would he even be a good enough guardian? Especially for a nephilim—he’d never been charged to guard one before. But maybe...just maybe...this would be what he needed. The last one, to prove to them that he was better off in retirement. “What…what’s the kid’s name?”

“Richard Tozier.”

-the end of my Eddie/Adrian guardian angel au

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“Richie didn’t know what he expected when he died. He’d always been told that his soul would be alive forever, living on even after his body had passed. He didn’t know if he believed that, though. The concept of everyone living forever? It was almost too much to think about. He figured once he died, he wouldn’t wake up. It would just be blackness for eternity.

Richie was not expecting this.

The first thing he was aware of was music. There was music dancing through the air, lively music with lots of brass. It sounded like something he’d hear at home in Santa Cecilia. Richie thought he was back home, and quickly cracked open an eye.

From what he could see, his side was pressed into a pile of marigold petals. When he opened his mouth, he spat out more petals, wrinkling his nose in disgust. That felt weird.

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“Señor Tozier...lo siento, pero...usted mueró. Sé no es fácil entender, pero—”

“¡No!” Richie stood up, running skeletal fingers through straw-like hair. “No, it can’t be! I can’t be dead, I need to tell Eddie I love him, I need to see Coco, I can’t have died!” He was pacing, aching with tears that couldn’t be shed. “It’s too early, I’m supposed to be at home! I can’t—” He cut himself off with a dry sob.

The woman stood up from her chair, resting a hand on his shoulder. “Señor, por favor, usted necesita respirar, ¿sí?”

Richie shook her hand off. “¿Respira? ¿Respira? ¡No tengo livianos, no puedo respirar!” He sounded frantic.”

-chap. 2 of beat of my heart, my coco reddie au

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These could possibly be triggering to people with dermatillomania or who self-harm so take care of yourself! I’ll put it under a cut once I’m off mobile

He had a ring of white scars around his face, oddly shaped.

“Aren’t you hot?”

“No,” the boy said simply. His left hand twitched, almost imperceptibly.

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Stan quietly took a seat across from him. His hands kept moving—drumming his fingers on the table, pressing down on his leg, nails digging into his palm. At one point, he started to roll up his sleeve impatiently, but Bev placed a hand on his shoulder and he pushed it back down, sighing. She seemed pleased, and intertwined her fingers with his before continuing to chat with Richie and Bill. The whole interaction left Eddie even more confused. He hadn’t seen any sort of sign that they were in a relationship, and yet here they were, holding hands in public! It all seemed rather odd.

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“He just needs more support than most people, that’s all,” Richie said easily. Sensing that this wasn’t the answer that Eddie wanted, he added, “Look, I’d tell you, but it’s not my place to say. Ol’ Stanny Boy will spill when he’s ready.” Eddie still wasn’t satisfied, but he let it go. Besides, the sinking feeling in Eddie’s gut told him he already knew the answer.

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Stan sighed. “I have this...thing. It’s...well, it’s a form of OCD. I’ve had it for years now, since probably the summer of my sophomore year. I don’t know what brought it on, to be honest. I’ve wracked my brain and I can’t think of any valid reason why I’m...like this.” He took a deep breath. “It’s called dermatillomania. Basically, I pick my skin. A lot. I can’t help it; it’s like a compulsion. I guess that’s why it’s part of OCD. It’s mostly just my arms and my face. That’s what all these scars are,” he added, pointing at the ring of white splotches circling his face. “That was before I realized how bad it was. I did it without noticing the effects. By now it’s too late to get rid of them. They’re scars now, nothing I can do about it. It’s really bad, Mike. I can’t take a shower or be in front of the mirror for too long, I can’t wear t-shirts or tank tops or go shirtless in the summer. Long sleeves are just about the only thing that stops me, and even then, I have plenty of things on my forearms that I could pick too. If someone isn’t there with me to physically stop me, I could just stay there for an hour, at least, just finding any raised bump on my skin that I can dig at until it bleeds.” He grimaced. “I’m sorry.”

Mike shook his head. “Don’t apologize, Stan. I want you to talk about it; it’s good for you. As long as you’re okay with telling me, I want to hear it.”

Stan gave him a small smile. “Thank you,” he said quietly.

“Of course,” Mike responded, returning the shy smile.“Do you want to talk about it more?”

“I mean, if you’re sure I’m not grossing you out,” Stan said, rubbing his arm self-consciously.

“Stan, you could never gross me out, I swear.”

The reassurance seemed to give Stan a second wind. “Honestly? I don’t know what I’d do without Rich and Bev. I’d be so much worse off. I have no self control when it comes to picking. I have to have Richie in the bathroom with me when I shower, or brush my teeth, or wash my face, because if I’m exposed to my own skin I won’t be able to stop myself. Richie is my rock. As much as he gets on my nerves sometimes—he’s my rock. He’s always there to ground me and tell me to snap out of it, and it’s one of the only things I’ve never heard him joke about.” Stan paused for a second, staring into the fire as he weighed his next words. He sighed. “I just...sometimes I hate myself for it, you know? Like, how weak must I be if I can’t wear a t-shirt without wanting to rip open my skin? How pathetic am I if I need to have someone with me at all times in case—god forbid—I take my jacket off? I feel so helpless. I can’t control it. As much as I want to, I can’t. There are times when nobody’s around, and I’ll sit on a disgusting hotel bed and pick at my skin until my arms are bleeding and scabbing over and it looks like I’m diseased because all my skin is pink and raised, and I’ll hate myself for doing it because I’m telling myself to stop even as I keep picking and I can’t stop myself until one of them comes in and starts crying because oh shit, Stan fucked up again and I hate it I hate it I hate it—”

“Stan, Stan, listen to me.” Mike grabbed his face in his hands. “Look at me, okay? No matter what you think, you are not pathetic.”

-stan’s derma scenes, as we fall softly

#i have more probably but this is gonna be hella long so ill make another post #i just realized i didnt translate half of richies words oops #ronan writes #reddie #stan uris #stanlon #richie tozier #stanley uris #eddie kaspbrak #mike hanlon

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[Where My Twin Watches]: Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood Episode 5

Well. Last episode was a thing. I’d gathered that there were some dark parts about this show, what with Mr. Freeze killing off military police by literally boiling them, and then Lust stabbing Cornello. But I wasn’t expecting something as dark as Shou’s actions. It’s interesting, Tephi mentioned that we seem to be getting themes in our shows. She gets “this is so weird!” with man-eating giants, macho drill power, fan service, ect. I get “look how fun NOPE HORROR AND HEARTBREAK”. Wonder if that’s going to continue. Actually, since the last post-credits said they boys would encounter Scar, I’m not that optimistic.

Narrator’s recapping Ed and Al’s failed study group, how Ed’s grief-stricken at his powerlessness. Episode 05: “Rain of Sorrows” House in a field? Wait. Ah, captions are saying it’s Ed (Age 5), calling to Mama Elric. Flashback? Aw, Baby!Ed transmuted a little horse statue for his mother. That’s cute- NOPE NOT CUTE NOT CUTE SWEET LETO MAMA ELRIC JUST TURNED INTO CHIMERA Aw hell no, this is a nightmare isn’t it? Ed’s seeing his failure to bring his mother back, Nina and Alexander melding- And he wakes up. Leto, but that was disturbing. Why do I keep watching this show at night again? Al asks if Ed’s alright, waking up from a dream like that. Right, since Al’s in the armor I guess he doesn’t sleep, so he doesn’t have much to do while Ed’s out for the count except read. Cut to Central (or is this East Command?), Ed hesitates to knock at a door until Riza opens it, surprised to see the Elric Brothers so early. They’ve stopped in to ask what’s going to happen to Tucker and Nina. Riza reports that Tucker was supposed to be decertified and stand trial… but both he and Nina are dead. The Elrics are shocked to hear that they’ve both been murdered. Riza says they don’t know who did it (hmmm, maybe this “Alchemist” was killed by that guy who you know’s been going around killing a bunch of alchemists, hmmm?), so she’s heading to the scene of the crime. And she tells the brothers to not go, because they don’t need to see it. At the house, Armstrong and Hughes are once again unfortunately serious as they examine the scene, Hughes complaining that he’s always one step ahead of them. Colonel Roy appears, asks why it sounds like they were expecting this. Did he not know about Scar? Wait, what? Cornello? Didn’t you get Extreme Acupuncture? What are you doing, preaching to the people of Liore who should really know better by now? Oh dear, “Cornello” is preaching to his wide-eyed followers to rise up and attack the people who can rearrange matter at will with farm tools. That’s gonna work out grrrrreat. Hey, good for you, [Man C], pointing out the crazy-talk! But unfortunately the others shout him down. Oh, Lust! So it’s a Corrupt Priest Hologram? However the trick’s being done, it’s turned Liore into a battleground, people beating the crud out of each other as a little girl cries off to the side, in case we didn’t realize that this was Bad. Lust and Gluttony are watching the chaos from on high, as Fake-Cornello walks up and says he’s got his own responsibilities to get back to. More talk about how humans are simple-minded, violent creatures, then Lust asks for ‘Envy’ to lose the costume. And hey, it’s the third Goth from the into sequence! Glad to finally have a name for the guy. Whoops, the Assistant Pastor saw the transformation, and unfortunately reacted loudly rather than run away. Envy takes offense to being called a ‘monster’, and then Gluttony has a snack. While there’s some unpleasant chewing going on, Envy mentions that Tucker is dead. And that they should care because it was “him” that was responsible for the murder. Lust does not seem to like Scar, bad history? And the Flame Colonel and Fullmetal Alchemist are there too? Seems all their enemies are gathering in one- Wait, what? “As furious as I am that he interfered with our work here, we can’t very well let him die.” Whoa whoa whoa, what’s the story here? The Goths are actually working to protect Ed? Why? Why would these people who just gleefully drove a town to riot be protecting our protagonist? Ok, that line just opened up a plethora of possibilities, I’ve got dozens of half-baked theories to try and sort out now. Do they work for someone who would not approve of Ed being harmed, Monkey D. Dragon style? Are they scouting him out as a potential recruit, ala Slaughterhouse Nine? Do they want to get their hands on Al’s collected recipes? Why do these Goths want Ed unharmed? ...oh. OH. Ok, hit pause too soon, another line just threw out my old theories and replaced them with new ones. “He’s an important sacrifice.” So it’s not that they want him unharmed, it’s that they need him to die at a future time. Why? What do they gain out of killing Ed? While my poor head is spinning, Gluttony finishes his meal as Lust and Envy work on their plans, starting with the man they’re discussing back at Command: Scar. The State Alchemists don’t really know anything else beyond the name, which they’re just using because of his picture. Literally, the only information they have is he has a large scar on his forehead. Roy’s heard stories about the man, it seems. Hughes just complains that following this order from the military police means his other work is piling up. Scar’s killed five State Alchemists in Central, with a nationwide count up to ten. And a few days ago he took down Grand, the- Brigadier General? Wow, didn’t realize the guy had such a high rank. And if Scar took down such a powerful Alchemist that easily, disregarding how cocky Grand was acting? Probably best for our characters to increase their escorts and lie low. After all, with Roy and Tucker as the only State Alchemists of note around… Roy has the same reaction that I have: “Oh no!” Out in the rain (man, this storm is going on for ages), Ed and Al are sitting at a statue, Ed repeating something: “Alchemy is the science of understanding the flow of matter and its laws… the process of comprehension, deconstruction, and reconstruction. The world flows, too. It must also follow laws. Everything circulates… even Death is a part of that circulation. You must accept the flow.” A lesson drummed into their head by Teacher. Right, we saw a scene of her teaching the brothers in Ep 2, didn’t we? Ed says he thought he understood it, but now says he didn’t. First his mom, now Nina? And heading out into the rain hoping it would “wash away some of the gloom”, but it’s not working. Al then doubles down on the depression, talking about how he can’t even feel the raindrops. Would somebody please give these poor boys a hug? Gah! Not you! Scar’s here! “You, boy, you’re the Fullmetal Alchemist Edward Elric, correct?” NO. NO HE’S NOT! Well that was abrupt! Without another word Scar goes for the kill, it’s only Al grabbing his big brother out of the way that saves his life. Ed snaps back, Transmutes a quick stone cage around the attacker. But Scar easily blasts his way out, and the Elrics make a break for it. Or they try to, but Scar’s easily keeping up, shattering stairs and pillars as they flee. “Damn it, what the hell is this guy’s problem?! Making enemies isn’t something that I- Well… I never really avoided it. But there’s no reason someone should be trying to kill me!” First off, humor! Glad to see it back in the show! Second, yeah! What’s your problem, Scar? They race into an alleyway, but Scar calls up a wall to block them off. Ed demands to know who their attacker is. “As long as there are ‘creators’ like you in the world, there must also be destroyers.” That explains nothing, dude. Ed and Al get ready to fight, but Scar only smiles as they charge. Please get past him, please get past hi- AL! NO! Scar just dodged them both, then blew a Leto-damned hole in Al’s armor! Go away, commercial-break cards! Not now! Scar’s distracted for a moment at nobody being inside the armor, but still easily counters Ed’s attack and zaps him. But thank goodness he grabbed his arm like every other baddie. Although now he knows the weakness. *gulp* Y’know, as terrified as I am for the brothers right now, I have to respect Scar’s analysis ability. He instantly figured out that Ed’s making a Transmutation Circle by pressing his hands together, so his first target is his “abhorrent right arm”. And SWEET LETO he does, instantly! Ed’s arm is, just, gone! Oh, this is bad. This is really bad. Al’s collapsed in the alley screaming for Ed to run away, Ed’s trying to move back in shock, but falls to the right without his arm, and now that Scar’s prevented Ed from using his “heretic’s alchemy” (and just what are you doing, you hypocrite?) he’s going in for the kill. Aw, but he offers Ed a moment to pray. That’s nice of him. Ed? Ed, what are you doing? Aw. Aw, no. Ed’s clarifying that he’s Scar’s target, not his brother. And trying to make Scar promise that he won’t hurt Al. Ed, no. Ed, run! Get up and run! RUN! Gunshot? Hot damn, the cavalry has arrived! Shoot that murderer! Or arrest him, whatever works. Just get him away from my poor Elrics. Oh, what the heck. Scar’s spouting about how Alchemists alter things from their natural form, profaning the true creator God, saying that he’s here to hand down God’s judgement. *Sigh* Buddy, really? You’re gonna go the “unnatural” route? Not to bring religion into it, but I couldn’t help but notice that you’re wearing sunglasses and clothes. You don’t exactly find those things growing on trees. So no, your “natural form is best form” isn’t gonna work with me. And yeah, tell the half-dozen people holding guns on you that you’ll eliminate them if they interfere with you killing a kid. That’s gonna go over grrrreat. Roy? Roy, what are you doing? Come on, buddy. You know the saying “The man who wins a fist-fight is the one who brings friends with guns”? Why are you ignoring that, handing your gun off to Riza and telling everyone to stay out of it? Aaand I just remembered that Roy’s Flame Gloves don’t work when wet, and it’s raining. What are you planning to do, taunt him? Well, whatever he’s planning, it distracts Scar, he steps away from Ed and charges at the higher target. Scar charges, Roy prepares his plan, Riza runs forward… five seconds later ...ok, let me process what just happened. Scar lunged forward for his insta-kill Face Grab, and what did Roy do? He snapped his fingers, and there was a pathetic *pop*. Yeah, what I just said about Roy having a plan? He didn’t, he actually tried to do his Flame Alchemy. In the rain. He really forgot that his gloves are worthless when wet. But thankfully, Riza seems to have the brains of the duo, and managed to knock Roy off his feet in the split second before Scar’s hand connected. I just… wow. Roy, you are an idiot, and you had best thank Riza for saving your life. I managed to pause at just the right time to capture the incident. Here’s a screenshot, I’d say the last two words best describe Roy’s actions.

Just… wow, dude. You were an idiot. Time resumes as Riza goes guns-akimbo at Scar, who dodges into the alley. The alley with Al still in there. Uh oh. And oh my Leto Roy, don’t you dare complain at the lady who just saved your life. “Useless on rainy days” indeed. Scar’s back to ranting at the people with guns. Someone shoot this guy already. NO WAIT, EVEN BETTER! “I’d like to see you try it!” The Mighty Armstrong has arrived! Punch… to the ground. Good try! Armstrong keeps up the boasting as some other Alchemists run by and gather up Ed. “We’ll see how you fare against the Strong Arm Alchemist, Alex Louis Armstrong!” [Adventure String Music] has started up, it is on! As Scar is not backing down, The Mighty Armstrong will give him a demonstration of the art of alchemy that has been passed down the Armstrong family for generations! Punch to the stone to make an arrowhead, that narrowly misses the murderer. ...uh hey, all you guys with guns? Scars looking away from you now, rightly distracted by The Mighty Armstrong. You wanna put a bullet in his leg, or something? No? Just gonna stand there and watch the show? Ok, whatever. Ed’s informed that this is the guy who murdered Tucker and Nina, and then the Alchemist yells at Armstrong for his property damage. Armstrong what. What are you doing? When did you take your shirt off before spouting about destroying to create? The other State Alchemists question his decision to strip, even as The Mighty Armstrong continues to manly-glint. The Mighty Armstrong notes that Scar understands the truth of that statement, and the onlookers catch on to Scar being an alchemist who stopped at the ‘destruction’ stage of ‘construction, destruction, and reconstruction’. And they call him out for his hypocrisy, while wondering why he’s targeting other alchemists. Meanwhile Scar and Armstrong continue to brawl, Scar thinking about how Armstrong’s unusually coordinated for his size. Oh, Scar’s cornered! Armstrong’s got him! Wait. Oh no. No no no. Scar’s doing his analysis thing again, he’s identified a moment when Armstrong's swing is too wide. Armstrong, get back before he grabs you! Hey, he did it, Armstrong jumped away! And… ah, finally! Riza proves she has the brains of the Alchemists as she starts shooting at Scar again. Did she get him? No, even with all that he was quick enough to only graze him. But at least you got his sunglasses. Wait, what’s with the surprise? Red eyes, brown skin? That means he’s an Ishvalan! Will we finally get some information about that backstory war? Nope, not this time it seems. Scar finally recognizes he’s outnumbered, and blasts a hole into the sewers to get away. Roy thanks Armstrong for buying them time to surround Scar, Armstrong remarks that it was all he could do to keep from getting killed. The perils of CQC against someone who can kill with a touch. Hughes, where were you in all this? What the heck, you were cowering? And what the heck are you doing, calling them a freak show pack of pseudo humans?! I thought you were cool, dude! Ed comes to it (again, he’s been dropping in and out of focus this entire episode hasn’t he?) and runs over to Al. The State Alchemists are looking on- Al, what the heck?! No need to punch Ed! I get that you’re upset that he didn’t run away, but he was trying to protect you! Gah, stop punching him! “Making the decision to die is something only an idiot does!” “Survival is the only way, Ed. Live on, learn more about alchemy. You could find a way to get our bodies back and help people like Nina… you can’t do that by dying! I won��t allow you to abandon the possibility of hope and choose a meaningless death!” Wow. That’s… “Oh, great! And now my arm’s come off because my brother’s a big, fat idiot!” Have I praised the writing of this show/manga lately? Because I should be doing that more often. That was pure gold, right there. Oh my Leto, did you just make a “falling apart” pun, Ed? Hughes gripes that he’s stumbled into an extra-special kind of freak show. Give it up Hughes, we know you love them. And the State Alchemists are agreeing to not pass on Al’s state. Daw, you guys are the best! Well, Scar’s made his escape. But now they know he’s Ishvalan, and the Elrics are still alive. Things are ok. Oh, information on the Ishvalans, finally! Roy’s saying that the Ishvalans were a race of people who lived to the east, believing their god Ishvala was the one, absolute creator. So that’s who Scar prays to, not Leto? Map of the area, give me a sec. Looks like our character’s country is a rough circle, split into five areas (north, south, east, west, central), country named Drachma (isn’t that an ancient Greek coin?) to the north-west, another named Creta (like the island?) to the south-west, and along the eastern border is a Desert Area. Ishval was annexed to the country, giving me another concern about the government our protagonists work for. Then, thirteen years ago… *picture of a small bloody hand by a teddy bear* A military officer accidentally shot and killed an Ishvalan child, sparking a civil war. Shot of military police shooting as an Ishvalan man armed with a knife yells, the map shows the conflict covering the entire eastern sector. That led to military high-command… ordering the extermination of Ishval. Wow. Ok, um. I gathered that the government was a bit overbearing, but… did Fuhrer Bradley really order a genocide? We’ve got a shot of State Alchemists marching, I recognize the late Grand in the center. And is that a younger Armstrong marching in front of him, sans mustache? He’s got that tiny sprig of blond hair and is built like a tank, so I’m assuming that’s him. Marching next to him is a much skinnier black-haired guy with two bangs in front of his face, smirking. Yyyep, I’mma say that I don’t trust anyone who smiles while committing genocide. Camera pans down to three more Alchemists, I recognize Roy and Mr. Freeze but have no clue who this dwarf with a mohawk is. Manga character? Now it’s shots of Alchemists using their powers, Grand throwing out chains and Mr. Smiles apparently blowing up a crowd of screaming Ishvalans. Charming. Roy also snaps his fingers at a village. “Needless to say, the State Alchemists produced striking results.” Roy recognizes that in a sense, as an Ishvalan survivor Scar’s revenge is justified. Ed disagrees, saying that Scar’s attacking people who had nothing to do with it. Regardless, Scar’s trying to kill our characters, so next time there won’t be any talk. And no forgetting how your powers work, either! Roy. So, what’s the plan for the Elrics? They’re gonna keep moving, and before they progress with fixing their bodies they have to get their busted parts back to normal. Time to visit the mechanic. Hey, Winry! Guess we’ll see you next episode, then! “In order to repair their injured bodies, Ed and Al set off for their former home in Resembool, where they are met by their mechanics Winry and Pinako. On the way there they happen across-” Hold everything! Is that Armstrong I see in these shots? It is! We get an episode of Armstrong traveling with the Elrics! Yes! “-they happen across a doctor with a troubled past who may have clues to offer in the brother’s search for the Philosopher’s Stone. Next time, on Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood-” Episode Six: “Road of Hope” “What would young Ed discover, and how many questions will still remain to be answered?” Hey, you showed a picture of the Elric family with the father’s face covered. Rude. Pretty sure it’s the blonde bearded guy in the intro, but half expecting a twist like Scar being their actual dad. Who knows given this show.

#where my twin watches #wmtw #ranubis #full metal alchemist #full metal alchemist brotherhood #fmab #fmab 5

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Now You’re a Real Criminal (Part 5)

Pairing: Edward Nygma X Reader Word Count: 2900 Warnings: Dark imagery? -Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3- -Part 4- -Part 5-

“Ed, ED, there’s something I need to tell you.” Quickly you pressed up right behind him, Ed going rigid as you interrupted his speaking with patrons.

You told yourself you’d pretend like the threat didn’t happen. That you let the rest of the week play out and maybe Oswald would forget. But last night you saw the same car drive past your street no less than five times, pausing by at your apartments before going on. This morning you almost took the bus you were so frightened your brakes were cut or there was a bomb under the hood.

“I’m busy~” He hummed quietly at you while keeping his fake smile to the others deep in conversation.

“It’s important. It has to do with Oswald.” You looked around the big room for emphasis, feeling your skin crawl thinking he was watching from some hidden part of the room.

“Just stay out of his way.” Ed shrugged off.

“But-”

He snapped, turning back to your eye level, giving you a warning glare. “Stop distracting me and go write up some transaction papers. Whatever it is we’ll talk about it later.”

But you whimpered, showing as much fear in your eyes as you could, begging him to listen. The dark look started fading the more he struggled to keep maintaining eye contact. In an agitated huff he straightened himself, looking around the room with you. Hopefully wondering what his friend had done.

“Is something wrong?” One of the posh rich men asked, leaning to get a look at you.

“Nothing at all gentlemen.” Ed started pushing you back. “She’s a doltish girl, part of an outreach program.” He whispered, the men all nodding and starting conversations of how they do the same sometimes, generously of course. You didn’t glare like you wanted. Ditsy you was an upstanding girl, Ditsy you had a really good heart and didn’t deserve to be call stupid. Unfortunately she was too simple to know what that word meant. You gave a soft smile, looking about with big innocent eyes while he ushered you.

Away from prying eyes, Ed tried again to tell you off, “This can’t possibly-”

“Oswald doesn’t approve of our… of the more risque part of our partnership.” The news rendered him speechless. The most Ed could do was blink. You came to him ready to tell him everything, lay down all the terrible things Oswald threatened you with. But something about the shock in his eyes, his mouth slightly ajar told you Ed might deny it. Even worse, he might go and question Oswald. That look was the last you wanted or expected. You’d hoped Ed being the smart guy he was, would teach you how to dodge and manipulate Oswald. It was a rule of thumb villains didn’t actually have friends, right?

Taking a deep shaken breath, you tried to actively rearrange your plan for safety. “He uh, you know I think he’s just worried cause he doesn’t know me. He’s-he’s sending people to spy on me.”

He hissed, all shock gone in a stand. “That does sound like him.” Ed bemused. For long moment he thought off, making you ansty, hoping he’d come to the same conclusion you had. The act needed to be more platonic and he needed to stop talking about you with Oswald.

Abruptly Ed lit up, giving his hands a clap. “Well then it’s clear how we solve this! I’ll invite us to dinner tonight!”

Your heart fell right out of your chest. Splatted dead on the cold dirty floor. “Oh, no, that’s not-”

“You’ll get a tour of his mansion. His chef is pleasantly wonderful, you’ll have a great time! Be ready by eight and I’ll take you there!”

You reached out to stop him but those long legs of his sent him too far too fast, leaving you alone in the corner. Your hands tangled in your hair, giving a quiet long whine. Tandy appeared suddenly and pointed, “You are on fire girl! Getting in with the mayor!? You gotta tell me how you’re doing this because you are a master of manipulation.”

You whined louder.

On opening the door for him, Ed’s face fell in disappointment. “I’d thought you’d dress up more.”

You hadn’t changed from the day, too busy with your head running a mile a minute on what you should do and not do, what you should say, what Oswald might have access to do to you. Imagining everything you ate and drank was poisoned. Just dropping dead right there at the table and they’d laugh. “Yeah, I was in the bathroom.”

“...for three hours?”

“Uh, well,” You instinctively started shrinking, closing the door. “well maybe we should do this another time. Maybe I’m not-”

“Stop being ridiculous.” He grabbed your coat and grabbed you. “There’s no need for you to be nervous. This will be delightful I promise. You work beside the man everyday, you should know.”

You knew Oswald as a demanding entitled brat of a boss. No one ever did a good job but you’d hear if you’d done a bad one. Though you supposed he would show Ed a much different side. Don’t we all play up our strengths in the eyesight of our desire?

The car might as well have been silent (it wasn’t. Ed talked the whole way.) your heart was racing so fast your ears were ringing. And the Mansion, the mansion was a terrifying sight. It loomed, dark and dank above you, the black metal bars screaming open to welcome you like only anguished ghosts could.

Ed dragged you to the door, his grip on your wrist solid to keep you from running away. His knuckles only tapped the door once before it was flung open, a sour looking woman staring you two down. “Olga! Good to see you again!”

She said nothing, pulling aside to let you both in. Ed smiled to you, you trying hard to return it before being lead through badly lit and tightly cramped halls. Only candles to illuminate the reaches of bored and disapproving portraits, all looking down, all judging. Glancing in a room here and there felt so strange. Picture perfect for a century ago. Untouched but... molded, in spirit at least. Ed could have at least taken you in the daylight.

At the sudden end, the room opened up wide for a mix between a dinning hall and living room.

Oswald sat alone, hands folding on his stomach and he stared brightly, smiling. “Right on time as always, Ed.” Part of you wondered if you were hiding so far behind Ed that he couldn’t see you. But slowly Oswalds eyes fell on you. “And Y/N, I hope I’m not going to be treated to more of your absolute moron of a persona.”

You held back your huff, opting for a pout instead. “No. I won’t be acting tonight.”

“Good. Because it’s unbearable.”

Ed let go of you laughing and crossing the distance, pulling up his chair on Oswald’s right hand side. “It is, isn’t it! The other day she pretended to not know the word expeditiously and had the man explain it four times. She wasn’t even talking to me and I wanted to strangle her.”

Gloomily, you were about to take the seat beside Ed’s, furthest away from Oswald. But Oswald of course stopped you. “No, over here.” He pointed with a smile to his left. A rush of terror went through you and you looked to Ed, silently pleading for him to defend you.

He didn’t, motioning for you to move as if you were being impolite. Stiffly, holding your breath the whole way, you walked the long way around the table. Slowly releasing your breath and slowly sat down. They both watched you, smiling, making you nervous enough to force a grin back.

“She’s nervous.” Ed pointed out, you aghast he’d just call you out like that. He wasn’t even giving you a chance!

Oswald chuckled, “Well of course she is!” He turned to you, a mean leer in his eyes. “It’s not often someone just stumbles into the deepest depths of crime.”

Ed seemed to be pretending he had zero situational awareness, like the tension in the air was just apart of the appetizers he was stacking on his plate. “Actually she already had a foot in it. She was stealing hundreds every week.”

“Ed.” You hushed, feeling your chest clutch and burn.

“From who?” The way he said it. It was that high air of innocence that was only a drag into the leading answer.

There came a crinkle in Ed’s brow. A surprise Oswald didn’t know. “You, of course.”

“Ed!” You harshly shrieked. Under the table your nails were digging into your palms, clutching for dear life cause Oswald was definitely going to take it from you by the end of the night.

In a slow smug turn, Oswald looked to you, eyebrows jumping high and placid smile straining. “Really?”

“I-I had been mistaken.” It was the truth, it was the truth damn it! An honest mistake you shouldn’t be held accountable for. Oswald only tilted his head in confusion. “It-ah, it was just habit!” You shrugged, “To steal from my employer. It hadn’t occurred to me to worry about who my employer was.”

There was this deafening pause before he made you jump out of your skin with loud barking laughter. Ed joined him but you were so in the grips of terror, the most you could do was start shaking.

A drink would do you good, something to calm the nerves instead of thinking about painful slow death all night. When Ed grabbed his personal brand and began pouring it, you held your glass to him. You didn’t care what kind it was, it could be pond water at this point as long as it had alcohol in it.

“Let me get that!” Oswald grabbed the bottle right next to him, Ed stopping before he could share with you. You didn’t move, pleading to the high heavens that Ed would just fill your damn glass. He didn’t, Oswald grabbed your wrist, pulling your stiff and trembling arm in his direction as he poured the deep red wine. “This is to die for.” He winked.

Would it be inappropriate to start crying? There was no way you were going to drink this. Not until he did and, well, his glass was empty. “Thank you.” You mumbled.

Ed was the only one eating and he didn’t seem to notice. What was wrong with him tonight? Was he waiting for something? Was he... nervous?

You glanced at the table and honestly nothing looked appetizing. And that had nothing to do with thinking everything was poisoned. Grey porridge’s and smelly stews, the pork roast with the apple in its mouth looked pale and sickly in the low light.

Breaking the silence, Oswald pointed out. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but it kind of sounds like you’re in my debt.” You turned to him like a deer in the headlights. He only smiled. “Unless you paid back everything you stole of course.”

A fraction. You gave Ed a fraction of what you stole and you weren’t sure that would even count in Oswald’s eyes. All together, Ed said you had stolen thirty-five thousand and nine hundred dollars.

Slamming both hands on the table, you stood up, “I have to go to the bathroom!”

To the bathroom. Out the window. Escape Gotham and change your name. Become a lonely and quiet shepard in the rolling hills of Scotland.

“Allow me to show you the way.” A loud shriek came from Oswald’s chair as he pushed himself back, like he was waiting for you to try and escape. His self-satisfied eyes certainly said he had been.

“I-I’m sure your maid could-”

He waved you off, taking a stand and gripping your arm with his nails. “This way.” It wasn’t until you two were deep in the halls when the smile dropped and quietly chided you. “I didn’t take you for the tattling type.”

Gulping, you tried to sound resolute, though you were sure he could feel your trembling. “I was inclined not to say anything at all, but you’re sending people to spy on me.”

“Didn’t sleep all that well last night?” He chuckled. “Yeah, I was told it took you twenty minutes before you got into your car.”

You sighed slowly, face burning knowing there was an audience to your whimpering and fearful step by step to make sure your car wouldn’t kill you.

Oswald wasn’t leading you to the bathrooms. You were taking a tour through the maze of a house, reaching the top of the spiral stairs before he asked, “I want to know something, how much to do you know about Ed’s killings?”

Of course. Of course this would take the most morbid turn. You felt so cold, so sick being forced through this dusty mansion. “Only what the papers said.”

“Which, no doubt, was the bare bones of it.” He was smiling now, yanking you to him so you’d look him in his delighted eyes. “Allow me to tell you his version.”

He turned into a room, somewhat small with only one lounge chair, and the walls filled with huge scenery paintings you could barely see the rusted burgundy wallpaper. Before you was a large window overlooking the city, Oswald stopping to gaze out over it, you still firmly in his clutches.

“Have you seen a pair of feminine glasses by his bed stand? Glasses that clearly are not his?” You shook your head. The answer seemed to ease Oswald, smiling a bit easier. “Well! They used to belong to the love of his life-”

“Kristen Kringle?” You muttered, a chill running up your spine.

“Yep, that’s the one! You see, after strangling her to death, Ed started playing a little game with himself. It was back when he was a little more shattered, in the head. He chopped her up. Left the pieces in random places, and little riddles for himself to find the rest. A morbid, follow the clues when instead of prizes, he got her body parts back.” He snickered.

All you could manage to do to appear composed was stare off into the city, so close to glowing in a low yellow light if it wasn’t for the thick smog clouds hazing it dry and grey. Dreaming of running back into it was the only thing to keep your stomach from flipping, from you slipping to the ground in a faint.

In a happy sigh he continued. “The Ed you see now is the one who set out to bury her in the woods. All crammed in a suitcase, a cute woodsy picnic all laid out for him and Mrs. Kringle to cheers with.”

You gave a small start as Oswald pulled you back, taking you into the halls. His tone was darker, far more serious than he had been. “I know Ed. I know and admire him at his truest nature. Seeing that terrified drained look on you tells me you haven’t even scratched the surface.”

He stopped you a moment, eyes trained on the teardrop diamond necklace hanging above your pounding heart. His cold fingers brushed against your skin as they curled around the jewelry. “You’re afraid of me for sending a few guys to watch you, imagine what he’ll do to you if he ever grows bored and let’s face it, Ed gets bored real easy.”

Oswald ripped the silver chain clean from your neck, a sting left there as he examined it in the candlelight. With a mischievous look he pointed, “Consider this a first payment to all that money you stole from my campaign. With interest of course.”

“Of course.” You ground out.

Happily you were lead back to the dining hall, Ed having finished his meal and wine. For the first time, he showed interest in what was happening, his glass nearly empty and his eyes staring at the foot of the stairs. When you and Oswald drew close he stood up, straightening his coat.

Oswald looked between you and him, you a bit confused on what was being exchanged here. “You know what, you were right Ed. I think I do like her. She behaves well.”

The ‘compliment’ had you glowering at the floor, but Ed’s reaction was revealing. A great sigh of relief fell from him, a big smile blooming as everything in him relaxed and lightened. “I knew you would if you’d just gotten a chance to meet the real Y/N.”

Approval. This whole game was to get Oswald’s approval in his choice of lackey. It mattered that much and yet the truth of it was you would never have approval from Oswald. You were an obstacle, one that could be bled dry in the meantime.

Thankfully you weren’t forced to eat and drink and stay longer. The two gave you a few more backhanded praises before calling it a night. You couldn’t escape the mansion fast enough, stepping out faster than Ed and waiting impatiently for him to lead you to the car.

The black iron gate loudly closed and you ripped the car door open. The fear was subsiding and all that was left was anger.

Yet before you stepped in, your shoulders were grabbed and spun back around, lips crashing against yours. Ed came at you so passionately. Cupping your face and caging you to him. You stumbled back against the car, pinned there as he kissed you again and again. Each deeper than the last until you could taste the dry wine he had at dinner.

When he broke away, even in the low light of the night he was clearly smiling down at you, an adoring appreciation in his eyes as his thumbs trailed down your cheeks. The look had you weak, knowing he was happy with you, knowing he was proud of you.

Without saying anything, he gave you a peck on the nose and took to the other side of the car, leaving you to form a little knot in your chest staring at the looming mansion. It felt good to have approval from him, like it was good for him to feel it from Oswald. Perhaps what Ossy felt wasn’t as one-sided as you assumed.

Though the sympathy died as soon as you caught a gaunt face seething at you from the window. Gripping the door and pulling in you whispered to yourself, “Shit.”

@badbitsh13 @musingsby-night @gotham-dumpster-fire @goddess-of-silvers @slither-in-a-half

#edward nygma imagine #edward nygma x reader #edward nygma #the riddler imagine #the riddler x reader #gotham imagine #Now you're a real criminal #You know that female character that gets inbetween the fandom fan gay otp?#so everyone hates her for no reason #das you.#But in my opinion #Ed's got two hands

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cozy-possum · 5 years

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Renesmee isn’t the first hybrid Carlisle has known about

AU where Carlisle went back to Volterra w/ Edward and met Esme.

Bella’s lost almost all of her newborn strength when Carlisle asks her to shield him for his day off. She thinks nothing of it, as he assures her he just wants to keep her powers working properly. She’s excited, carefully shielding him from Edward’s gift; he keeps his eyes narrowed at his father. Carlisle asks her to shield Esme as well for more practice. Bella eats up the praise and encouragement they give her even as Edward becomes more frustrated as the day goes on. The sun’s setting when they call both of them to Carlisle study.

“Will you drop the shield now?” Edward hisses. Carlisle shakes his head. “Just till after this conversation.” Edward notes the rest of his family sitting around. “Did something happen?” “Not recently.” Esme shakes her head calming Edwards worry. “Edward remember how you told Bella about our visit with the Volturi. When I’d first created you, and how we met your mother there.” Edward nods tilting his head as Bella’s shield is still up.

“Did you tell her we were planning on leaving after two months?” Edward nods. “And we did leave.” Edward looks worried, sitting straighter, his body coiled. “Bella, do you remember the conversation we had when you were pregnant. When Edward and Jacob were talking?” Bella nods. “Have you told Edward about that?” Bella shakes her head. “Well, best to start there then. You can drop the shield for now.” Edwards too eager, he’s watching Carlisle’s thoughts play out like a movie, intrigued by the conversation he had never known. He doesn’t pay attention to Carlisle’s voice instead focusing on the vision in his own mind.

Bella’s resting on the exam table he can faintly hear himself apologizing and saying he needs air. Carlisle pats Bella’s arm, pulling a spare chair closer to her. “Now that he’s gone, I can properly talk to you. Bella.” His voice takes on a quiet tone; Edward recognizes it from the times he’s heard him telling family members the patient didn’t make it. “This creature, and I call it a creature because it is not developing like a child should, a child, while similarly parasitic would never be able to take enough to kill the host. That is what this one is doing. It will only grow stronger, until eventually it can survive on its own much faster than a human child.” Bella smiles fondly and Carlisle shakes his head. “In order for it to have the time it needs to grow, from what little calculations I’ve been able to make, Bella, you’d need to be at least twice as strong as you are now, and that’s with just the child surviving. You have no chance right now.” “I thought it was a creature.” She snips at him and Carlisle sighs. “Bella trust me. Please, just think, you have time still. It hasn’t broken any parts of you, all it does is make you weaker, there’s still a chance for you to live, yes it will be without the child but you’ll be with Edward. Don’t you want that?” “I can’t hurt him. Don’t make me Carlisle.” Carlisle recoils Bella misses it but Edward can see, he stumbles back; hand clenched around his own wrist stopping himself from reaching out.

“Of course. It’s your choice. But Bella.” Carlisle helps her up as Rosalie comes to bring her back to the couch. “You will die from it. No human can survive.” Bella nods turning to Carlisle. “I wont be human by the end of it.” She smiles knowingly and Carlisle steps forward surprised when Esme appears. “If you wait too long the venom can’t fix it.” Bella frowns. ‘But Carlisle-“ “He’s hopeful, but he’s a doctor, he’s hasn’t seen it done before, not to full term. I don’t think any of us want to lose you Bella, but it’s your decision to make.” Edward turns to Carlisle and Esme. Shaking the thoughts from his head. “What did you mean, not to full term?” Carlisle stiffens and before Edward can dig into his head he can feel the shield blocking him. He snaps his teeth in anger and Carlisle laughs.

“To avoid the more disturbing moments; the Volturi had done research into the idea of Hybrids, I think mostly due to the lack of medical advancements they labeled the idea of hybrids a failure and it was ultimately better to have whatever human caught your eye as a meal after the, process to create a hybrid was finished. As they put it. Now they preferred this information not get around at all, simply because it could lead to exposure if done improperly.” Edward nods waiting for Carlisle to continue. He pauses and Edward watches Jasper shift uncomfortably before settling back in his chair. Edward, isn’t quick enough to catch whatever though chases out of his head. “Jasper?” “Death has a certain tang to it, not really bitter but..” he trails off shrugging. “You all know how Esme was turned right?” “Yeah they’d starved you and placed her as a secretary so you’d feed on human blood while I was training.” Edward nods, Carlisle nods back, and Edward can feel the faint thoughts from his head filtering in. Edwards thankful he does need to breath as Bella drops the shield.

Esme’s standing in front of Carlisle, carefully brushing dirt from his face. “I got a deer. Still be best if you don’t” He gestures to her and she nods carefully stepping back for a moment before returning to stand next him continuing to brush and wipe the dirt from his face. “There, much better Doctor.” She smiles warmly and Carlisle nods refusing to breath again. “Thank you.” He leans closer his eyes blacking out. Demetri appears in the same instant. “Carlisle. Oh.” Demetri smirks leaning against the door. “Go on. I like watching.” He winks and Carlisle hisses leaning over and kissing Esme in place of biting her. Demetri laughs under his breath as Carlisle follows him, trying his best to ignore the increase in her heartbeat or the blush on her face. Demetri expects him to avoid her more, instead the opposite happens. He requests time outside, time around humans, desperately trying to find her family, anyone he can help to make her smile. “You won’t find anything that’ll make her feel better. She wouldn’t like grave robbing, even if its such a small coffin.” Carlisle turns when Caius appears. “She lost a child you know.” Caius smirks nodding to where Esme sits writing files. “She was going to jump, we offered her a better option, teaching children who never grew.” Caius watches. “Immortal children are illegal.” Carlisle repeats automatically. Caius nods. “Of course, and as a Volturi member you would never break the rules.” Carlisle nods, Caius smirks handing him a journal. “Felix and Demetri have been helping me with some medical research, about human females. You might find it interesting.” Carlisle nods taking the book in his hand and flicking through the writing momentarily before Caius calls his attention back.

“We believe that humans and vampires can for lack of better term, breed. It seems most humans females are able to carry half vampire children. Of course we have yet to see any of this to a result, the women die often within the first few weeks. They must not have proper medical care.” Caius’s face twists into a distraught look.

“If only we knew a doctor who would be able to observe a child resulting in such a coupling.” Carlisle swallows, swearing he can feel bile rising in his throat as he nods. Caius’ face stretches into a triumphant smirk.

“Wonderful Carlisle, I knew you would want to help.” He claps him on the back.

“Now, if only we had a human we could.. Oh, wait. Ms. Esme, would you come here a moment.”

#esme cullen #carlisle cullen #edward cullen #bella swan #volturi #caius volturi #demetri volturi #felix volturi #twilight #twilight saga #twilight saga fanfiction #twilight fanfiction #twiwrites #we all know the volturi would pull this shit

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phantom-ellie · 1 year

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To Wit: Macarena!

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death

Summary: Ed teaches Stede the Macarena. Things go exactly as planned.

Content Warnings: Crack, Fluff (No warnings needed)

“How do you feel about the French?”

“Fuck the French. Good loot, squeal when they die. Stores smell like shit, all that cheese-”

“I meantculture, Edward.”

“Well, why didn’t you say so? I try to think about it as little as possible while I’m stealing all that cheese.”

There’s laughter as Ed buries his face in Stede’s neck, arms around each others’ waists, swaying back and forth to silence.

“I could teach you tominuet.”

“Sounds like a dance for assholes.”

“Maybe it’s the dance for you, then. What about thecourante?”

“We could cour-not.”

“And thegigue?”

“Makes me wanna gag.”

Ed knows Stede wants to scold him but he’s giggling and beaming instead, cheeks pink from brandy. They’ll both regret it in the morning. But now? Dance lessons.

Of course, Ed doesn’t really care to learn these fancy dances, not anymore. Who’s he going to impress? The only one whose opinion he cares about is already in his arms, eyes closed and humming along to an imaginary orchestra. But a little romance, a little foreplay, they never hurt, do they?

“Stede, let me spin you, I’m gonna…” Ed raises Stede’s left hand with his right and spins him around, like they’ve practiced maybe forty times tonight. Stede sways off balance and Ed has to catch him.

Stede pants a bit. “There’s theAllemande. It’s German.”

“I thought you were teaching me fancy French dances.”

“It is French, ‘Allemande’ means ‘German’ in French. So it’s both. I think?”

“I’m not learning a dance that doesn’t even know what it is.”

Stede giggles again. “You’re a terrible student, Ed.”

Ed kisses him on the nose. “Maybe you should be teaching me how to learn.”

“That doesn’t make any sense!” Stede kisses him back.

They both stop simultaneously and hold each other for a few seconds, feeling the buzz of alcohol rush through their heads.

“What about you, Ed? Do you know any special dances?” Stede asks with a whisper, playing with the top of Ed’s shirt.

“Oh yeah, loads of dances. Secret pirate dances, you wouldn’t believe how good I am at dancing.” Ed puffs out his chest a bit in the way he knows Stede finds endearing.

Stede smiles fondly. “Well, it’s only fair that you show me some, isn’t it? If I’m going to be a pirate?”

“You’re already a pirate, you don’t need to dance like one.”

Stede leans in and brushes his lips against Ed’s. “Maybe I want to.”

Ed huffs and stands back, shaking off his arms and legs a bit. “Well, maybe I can show you one. Just so you don’t embarrass yourself.”

“You mean during a raid?”

“Yeah, a raid. Wouldn’t want to look like a shitty pirate in front of the French.”

“You mean if, during a raid, I stopped swashbuckling and just… busted a move on the deck?”

Ed nods encouragingly. “Yes, just like that. I’d clear a spot, keep them off you. Maybe a six-foot radius where you could go to town.”

“Get me ten feet and I think I could really groove.” They look at each other for all of three seconds before bursting into laughter.

“Groove!” Ed gasps, holding his stomach with both arms.

Stede is also doubled over, one hand on the wall to hold himself up. “I could hold on to the railing and ghost ride the whip!”

“No!” Ed is gasping, his abdomen really hurts laughing at that image. He tries to calm himself down. “No, you couldn’t, not with… not with the pirate dance I’m gonna teach ya.”

Stede looks up at him, eyes shining. “You’re really going to teach me something?”

“Fuck yeah, come over here. Stand up straight.”

Stede does his best to follow those simple directions, but it’s getting harder the drunker they get.

“Now this dance… it’s an important dance to pirate culture. All pirates know it.”

“Does Izzy know this dance?”

“Fuck yeah, Izzy knows all about it, taught it to him my fuckin’ self.”

“No, I don’t believe you.”

“Ask him to show you later.”

“I think I’ll call him innow.” Stede makes for the door with a menacing laugh, but Ed grabs an arm and pulls him back.

“Don’t bring him into this, Stede! Now, this is very complicated.”

Stede takes a deep breath and stands straight, looking like he’s going to explode into laughter at any second.

“The first thing you do is, you take your left arm, and you hold it straight out front like this.” Ed demonstrates.

Stede’s eyebrows furrow and he plops his left arm out in mid-air, hand drooping lazily at the end of it.

“No Stede, you gotta put it out there like you fuckin’mean it."

Stede nods and narrows his eyes, and this time thrusts his left arm straight forward and hits it mid-air as if it’s the most serious thing he’s done in his life.

“Fuck yeah, that’s great. Now you leave the arm out, and to the same thing with the other one, like this.”

With all seriousness the situation is due, Ed and Stede are now facing each other, arms straight out at one another. Stede’s face cracks and he smiles, wiggling his fingers.

“Ok, ok, you don’t do that. You flip your hands over one at a time like this, see?”

Stede does so, torso shaking with suppressed laughter.

“Ok that’s the first bit. Now… you put your left hand on your right shoulder… no, leave the other arm up, you keep the arm you aren’t moving still or it doesn’t look right. Then your right hand on your left shoulder. Look serious, mate, this is a serious dance!” Ed is shaking with laughter now, too. “We aren’t even halfway done yet!”

“I’d hope not, or I’d wonder if this was a dance at all! Are you sure you aren’t making this up?”

“No, Stede, I’m not, this is real shit. Take it from the top.”

They do the first three moves over again and finish with their hands on their own shoulders.

“Good job. Ok, so now you put your left hand behind your head, and then your right hand…”

“I like this bit, I can see your tummy.”

“And then you move your left hand and then your right over your stomach, see?”

“Aww, you covered it.” Stede frowns in disappointment. “I miss your belly button already.”

“Focus Stede, this is the dance of my people.”

“I said the same about theJivebut we all know how that little lesson ended!”

“We won’t have to replace the table after this one, I promise, now get your left hand on your hip, or it’s your ass!”

“Is it my hip or my ass?”

“Hip! Left arm to left hip, right arm to right hip!”

“Fine!” Stede indeed has his hands on his hips now, eyes glaring at Ed but mouth still twitching into a smile at the corners.

“Good.” Ed takes a couple of breaths. “Good. That’s mostly it. Once your hands are on your hips you just do a… little jump! To the left.” He demonstrates. Stede copies him, and how they’re facing away from each other.

“Okay, now what? I can’t see you anymore, Ed.”

“Now you do the same moves again, same order. Keep hopping to the left after you get your hands on your hips. See?”

Stede turns around to watch Ed demonstrate the entirety of the dance.

“You look… quite fearsome,” he whispers.

“You think so?”

“Absolutely, I do.”

Ed turns around to look at Stede, who isn’t smiling. He’s staring Ed straight in the eyes.

Ed brushes back his hair with his hand, trying to look smooth. “Think it would look scary during a raid?”

Stede breaks again, entire body shaking as the smile spreads on his face again. Ed knows he should pretend to be upset, but god he loves that smile, he loves it more than he loves breathing, or pooping.

“Maybe we’ll have to try it. Together.” Stede takes a step back, bumping up against the table. He pushes himself up onto the edge, giving Ed a wink. The dance pretense is over.

Ed walks up to where Stede is sitting and pulls him into a greedy kiss, feeling Stede wrap his legs around Ed’s waist. He starts giggling through the kisses as Ed feels Stede’s arms out straight, then crossed against his back, then behind his head, then joining his knees around Ed’s middle.

“You fuckin’ stop it,” Ed gasps between breaths.

“It’s not my… fault I’m… such a good… fucking student…” Stede mumbles between kisses before burying his head in Ed’s neck.

“The best at fucking at least.” Ed grabs Stede’s legs and lifts him off the table, carting him towards the bed, knowing it is another move he’ll regret in the morning.

He lays Stede down on his back and straddles between his legs, hair falling in Stede’s face. Stede draws a line down Ed’s chest with his finger.

“Do you think…?” Ed waits for Stede to tell him what he thinks, about what Stede wants from him, what will get Stede off tonight, how Stede can please him in return.

“Yeah, love?”

“Think we can get Izzy in here to demonstrate the dance?”

“Ugh, Stede!” Ed huffs and gets off of him, standing up.

Stede groans. “Aw, Ed, I was just teasing.”

Ed turns around and gives Stede a menacing smile.

“And just for that, I know what punishment you’re getting.” He makes for the cabin door.

“Ed, what is it?”

Ed throws it open and yells. “Izzy! Israel Hands, you’re needed here right now for a fucking demonstration!”

“Ed, no!” Stede gasps. “Are you serious? Is this real right now?”

Ed leans against the wall with a cocky grin.

“You’re about to find out, my love.”

And they both fall into peals of laughter as they hear the loud, plodding bootsteps of their first mate descending angrily towards them.

#ellie golden age #cross posted on ao3 #ofmd fanfic #our flag means death fanfic #ofmd crack #ellie crack #stede x ed #gentlebeard #blackbonnet

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ramblingshit · 5 years

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Jane Eyre - 1934 - 4/5

Vodka-less and tired and very cold, we begin our journey to the very first talkie version of Jane Eyre.

ow my bra hurts. I wish I had vodka. this is so sad. wait i have a rokerdelig brb. depression strikes syet again - i drank it earlier. alright lets get started in the 30s whoop. wow audio quality 10/10 lolol. opening with john reed hunting her down and she's blonde oh no she's been found. holy fuck he's throwing shit at her - SLAP BITCH GET HIM. nooooooooNOOOO why is it errored. okay fixed. aunt mary? oh damn she collapsed cause he pitched that cup at her what an ass - bessie is reading to her naw. she's cut out of a lot of them and never shown so kind at the time she's actually. oh shit. ahaha 'they're bad and i hate them.' 'since you hate us so much i bet you'll be happy to know i'm sending you to an orphanage.' 'yes i am happy' looool. 'go away! GO AWAY! goodbye!" hell yeah lil Jane you stand up to that bish. not quite the snappy shebang she says in the others but very satisfying nonetheless - a lot braver and more obstinate love it. oh no her curls snip snip. ohh her hair is cute af. and very 30s ahaha what a coincidence. wow she talks back like hey ahah. she's looking down at lowood preacher dude down her nose ahah. didn't say hell? ahahaha omg this is great so far. she's the best lil Jane I think I've seen. ohh interesting way to show passing of time - the flipping book pages and the showing of the top of the next chapter - skipping quite a few ahead. skipped helen? straight to her ahah oh shit -- teaching. she's standing up to brocklehurst like no ones business. 'you're dismissed! get out!' 'I'll get out - gladly!' ohmygod she's great she's so great none of that simpering and passivity she's taking the world by the balls. 'you cruel dingy childbeater!' 'you ought to be tarred and feathered you ugly old crocodile!' lmao im in love with her. she walks off laughing and happy about being dismissed. miss temple loves her and gonna miss her so sweet, brocklehurst was like holy damn wtf. ahaha her drivers a drunk, fukn flying across the road she's like bye m8. she's proud and above him and annoyed she has to walk rather than die in a carriage crash. oh damn now she meets no? yeah she's not even made it --oh fuck that horse FLIPPED. she helps unprompted and isn't hesitant in talking back and speaking up oh my god she just stalked off after helping him up ahaha. ahaha oh shit the drunk driver works at thornfield and when they asked why she walked instead of taking the carriage she covered his ass and said she just wanted to walk through the meadows and he's like oh thank fuck thank you jesus she just rolls her eyes with a smile. she speaks 3 languages and draws and plays - very accomplished. he's adele's uncle? Samuel Poole ey what a g m8. and he warns her out of the blue to keep her door locked at night. that 30s makeup is crazy awesome. round face, rosy cheeks, long brows and dark eye makeup and lips. short hair. Adele gives her the tour. she's proud and self-assured. poh damn they're only allowed on one side of the house - sam is married to grace poole. just dunno why she's blonde? probs cause she's supposed to be like angelic? anyway she's gorgeous and the angles are nice and the lighting is good--andw what era are these dresses jfc there's no way she could afford that dress fuck. and who curled her hair and that's a low bow whats happening it looks like a southern gone with teh wind situation. he's smaller than she is. he's bathed in darkness - the light is dimmer on him than her. she's even got a necklace. they're not sitting by the fire. he was too busy looking at her to notice her giving his tea. awkward sips ahaha. it's got like a diamond on the necklace. he looks like he's squatting on that tiny chair. oh shit she's gonna sing instead of play. yikes i hope she can--she's literally taller than him. oh she's gonna play and sing. she looks like blanche is supposed to look? and of course she can sing - all framed by candlelight and hanging crystals. the audio is crackling ahah wow incredible they can do it at all - one of the first talkies damn. 'lovely' wow she a mary sue? please don't be a mary sue.sings and yeets outta there not even finished her tea. far out that dress is not doing it for me. what world would a governess be dressed like that? she wears nothing but white. and journalling is never a good idea. but my god she's gorgeous---lots of SCREAMINGGG. and they're telling Jane that its just a servant and its clearly not grace poole doing the screaming? Fairfax knows? Jane can't blame Grace? Jane's like not freaked about it - i suppose she's journalling about it. Adeles a 'mischief' lol nice. she's ran from her lesson and climbed a tree and now she's stuck up there and Jane like doesn't hesitate just scales that tree after her 'uncle edward help! my foot's caught!' 'her foot's caught' 'her foot's caught, so i gathered.' he seems so gentle and kind and pleasant. gets adele out of the tree - 'and where would you like this package delivered, miss eyre?' ahaha cute ooh they know when rochester is leaving to london. he's handsome i'll give him that, it's better --wait when was blanche introduced. asking him when he's getting married and he says next month and adele asks if he's gonna marry blanche and he avoids the question and she starts on but is interrupted by a frantically gesticulating Jane shaking her head, and she cuts herself off and skips away all innocvently lol til she slips moron kid hit her knee ahahaha what a dumbass. Jane's helping clean the chandelier? and Adele is helping as well, that's cool. wtf this kids a moron getting herself headdown stuck in a vase and JAne smashes that shit and snaps at Rochester's amused quip at breaking his shit and blanche laughs and Jane turns on her lol what a savage and storms off. dancing around her room to the sound of the music downstairs that's nice and cute I'd do the same thing ahaha. she's all petulant cause brought blanche who hasn't been introduced properly? is she gonna put her fancy dress on? no? i hope not. damn they're in a ball room? nice. blanche has dark hair and looks much older than any other, not a bad thing just different. they call her beautiful and pretty - not even trying to pretend she's plain and simple. he's suddenly all over her staring intensely and accompanying her into the room and now they're dancing no way? no? no. governesses and landowners don't dance? she's down here without adele. he's sad she didn't dress up - she didn't want to appear as anything than what she is : a governess! at least she's proud of it. he's amused. and charmed. she thinks he's mocking her. now they're being introduced - an interesting way of doing things but rather natural compared to immediately knowing each other. Adele's sitting here with some old guy talking shit about people wow that's mean. fkn kids and this lord ingram is encouraging the hell out of her ahaha. but when she taunts him suddenly its not so funny ahaha. blanche is nice but sarcastic? it's a wedding party ooooh? adele m8 letting things slip? it's 2am and she's dreaming of him - and damn she's going straight for the curtains with that candle and its not lighting? then we see an altogether put together lady return with teh candle to the room upstairs before crazy cackling. god Jane is pretty. oh shit the house is on fire. nah just his room. there's no dramatic music - yes! she's the one to tear down the curtains and open the window - she's legit the most assertive main character i've seen - he's woken up and the fire is like already out. she's got this sorted all he has to do is give her a blanket 'why didn't you call for help?' 'I didn't think it necessary...' noice. here have some alcohol - from the same cup: might as well kiss. she burnt her hands and HE KISSED THEM. she's like bye. she is outies not taking any of his affections like she got better things to do, like sleep. he's in her room? he brought her a book. they're standing very close. he wants her to help redecorate the west wing - he's quite sure he's getting married in a month and that she'll have things to suit the lady's taste. eyeyeyeyyy. its a pupppppppppppyyyyy. oh it's adele's room. ohmygod so fuckin cute rochester is putting adele to bed and she's saying that she wants an aunt that she can choose and she wants it to be miss eyre and he says she wont have them and she says he has to ask her and she'll make sure she says yes. 'that'd be very nice'. cute af ma8. 'don't forget to ask her!' he grins happily. she chooses a cutain (?) and rochester jumps in 'we prefer this one!', and ol mate says 'i congratulate the lady on her discerning taste - the room will look delightful!' what a thing to say. she looks fkn miserable lolol she thinks she's choosing shit out for blanche - they're choosing out jewels now. she's fkn despondent. she flees the jewellers, he follows her and she cries and tells him she's off on holiday. he's not happy like did you think that would go well?? she's not even saying goodbye to him ahaha bye adele and fairfax nevermind here he is marching up the stairs weren't you gon' say goodbye????? tajes her bags and back upstairs to show her the room she designed? she loves it and he's happy and taking the coat off - 'it's incomplete' 'incomplete? everything seems to be in its proper place - what's missing?' 'you.' ohmygodddddddd. 'can't you see i've been falling in love with you all of this time?' rochester yaaaassss. she's not about to argue lol. whoops - 'you must never decieve me again' she chides lovingly and he laughs and shakes his head. like duuuuude i haven't forgotten this is Jane Eyre. okay he's very handsome and she's gorgeous what a lovely couple. now she's dressed in enormous dresses and jewels much more fitting now I suppose, though she did just say she didn't want to be lavished and pampered. oh what the fuck lol what 'edward my husband!' ahaha oh shit bertha just popped nicely out of nowhereeeee -'you can't separate me from my husband again! no one shall!' oh shit. oh shit. wow that was so brushed over - 1930s sensibilities??? Jane's like uhhhh what was that explain yourself he's like I love you you make me so happy i didn't want to tell you I was married to a psycho that I keep in the attic and take care of. she almost forgave him then he rushed off to help with his violent wife - what she gon do?? she waiting forever surely not she's better than that. yas ohmygod is she gone? SHES GONE AHAHAHA YAS DAMN GO GIRL. she wrote a goodbye note to Adele but not him ahaha savage I love her. ohh a star wars cut noice. he's just gon sit in his library? took mrs fairfax to be like yo dude she couldn't have gone very far ahah she's hiding from him in the shadows all misery and rain. searching for her in the dark- thornfield's on fire! oh yikes it's seriously on fire. get out of there ya;ll. it's so odd not to have any action music oh damn he's going into the house to get bertha he's in his tophat ahaha fire effects! fire effects! fire effects! whoo. she's found herself in a soup kitchen very nice Jane you're an angel. she's going to india huh oh damn we speeding through this bit - 30 seconds after we meet Rivers he's proposing ahaha. she looks insulted, thanks him and storms out. she's pouring soup an hour before her wedding to Rivers and Sam's just popped up looking fucked uppp. i think he's just drunk tbh. bertha burned to death. Jane's frantic and upset m8 and yeah Sam's drunk af. so JAne went to him - he's blind and angry and an't see her and she's crying and he's shocked my god he's in the light and he's in the dark and he's reaching toward the light and touching her face - lol she raced back to thornfield in a day. lol you want some tea Eyre, it's nice for you to call. he's convinced ---ohhhhh--- "strange, you pity me when I'm blind and yet when I was worse than blind you had no mercy.' he's sending her awayyyyy noo he literally just told her they never belonged to each other and they never did like damn son that is fuckin colldddddd. she's so emotional and he's like yep I guess. She was awesome, he was handsome and had his fine moments. It was cute af m8 noice.

#jane eyre #1934 #jane eyre 1934 #virginia bruce #commentary #review #ramble #shit #colin clive

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Voltron Season 8 review!

Okay! Finally had the chance to watch season 8?

Not yet? Too bad, because the spoiler free week in this blog is officially over!

Before I start, If you would rather now hear about season 8 you can filter the tags #I will only grant you one spoiler free week #And that grace period is over #we been knew #I can't believe I was blindsided by this #so the leaks were actually a trial test?!

Also, I will try to stay positive and post good things about Voltron during the week, but if you want some salt you can catch all the vitriol about S8 on Sunday (with the tag #salty Sunday)

So onwards to my review! (And boy, I knew I should have worn a different kind of socks on the 14th!)

Overall, I’d say it was a good season…but it wasn’t the best. There were a bunch of small moments that made me really happy, and there were some cool aspects with the animation that I totally loved.

…but there were some things in the second half of the season that totally ruined it for me.

But let’s be positive and point out all the things that I liked for this season!

What I loved about this season:

• The animation was amazing! Both the 3d animation and the way the characters were drawn! Plus a bunch of interesting camera angles! If you compare season 1 art with the way everyone is drawn now you can see the improvement and it’s amazing. • Episode 4 killed me instantly. To me it was perfect. It was sad but also uplifting, and I wanted to cry as much as that Olkarion child with Ryner’s last words and yet appreciated the meaning in them. Yes, I was very sad to see Olkarion gone, but most of its people will live on. We also got to see the Weblum again, which I liked because it was an appropriate metaphor. :) • Allura and Lance had a date! That was great, they both deserve all the good moments possible • Also, the MFE girls and the Paladin girls shopping is supper funny. • We get to see a lot of people from the Voltron coalition not just Olia’s crew, and it’s wonderful to see the MFE’s, the Rebels, the ATLAS and Voltron all working together! • Cosmo is a nice puppy… and I knew he was going to continue growing! X3 • All Pidge and Colleen’s interactions. All of the Holts interactions actually! I really love how Pidge has her dad wrapped around her pinky, but Colleen is not a pushover and demands a family photo in exchange of the tokens • And I loved that Matt’s (girlfriend? Partner? They sound female, but then again they are an alien so…) are in the photo too!! • I also liked Shiro entering that tournament, we know he has a competitive streak, but we don’t get to see it very often, and this was a good opportunity! • The vlog episode was gold! Not only do we get to see more about the MFE pilots, but we also see the paladins around and a bit of the daily life in the IGF Atlas, plus, it could have just been a silly filler but instead it still managed to move the story forwards. A+ • Shiro using a gun looks really cool and it makes me wonder if his Bayard would have actually turned into some form of firearm. • Lotor is back! Not in the way I hoped but I got to see a tiny Lotor, and I also saw a younger Lotor still full of hope and desire to please his father *sighs* he really deserved so much better… • Lotor literally stole Kova. :P • Honerva’s mecha? Her fusion with Sincline? Voltron/Atlas fusion? They are all amazing designs! • I liked the last scene with the lions saying their goodbyes to the paladins. It was bittersweet because it’s the end of an era but at the same time it’s a sign of hope. It’s like now that there’s peace (or at least the possibility of peace being achieved without the need of a WMD) the lions can retire. Maybe the lions are leaving to look for their new paladins, or maybe hide away again until Voltron is needed once more. That along with the image of the vehicles inside the Garrison hangar was a good nod towards Voltron Vehicle and maybe a future Voltron Force show. Ah yeah, good things.

But now what I really didn’t like:

After careful consideration and watching the season one more time I can say I’m only upset about 4 things: 1. Allura’s sacrifice 2. Episode 5 3. Honerva’s plan and her redemption 4. And the stills of the epilogue

Funny enough the four are connected together in one single sentence: bad writing decisions.

Now, me being critical of the show doesn't mean I don't like it anymore now that I wont enjoy watching it. There are a bunch of shows that have errors and flaws by the dozen, but I still enjoy them but I need to get this out of my chest

Alluras’s sacrifie: Why? Out of all the possible directions they could have taken their story, why this? Why kill one of their female protagonists?!

“but she has made similar sacrifices in other versions” yes, and she was Caucasian and had a romantic plot with the leader of Voltron too and VLD chose to deviate from that, so I don’t see why of all the things they chose to discard from previous versions they chose to keep this.

“She now gets to spend eternity with her father and the other paladins” Do I remind you that Allura lost everything (her family, her nation, her planet, her crown) and little by little she found a new family? VLD has been selling me the idea of “found family” since season 1, why are they changing the tune now?

“Allura was already too powerful, she couldn’t remai— “ No. this isn’t marvel, there were ways to decrease her powers if that was necessary: the creature that got inside her could have damaged her body somehow and had her powers decrease; she could have sacrificed only her alchemy (like Edward Elric in fma!) and she would be a regular Altean (or a regular human if they wanted to go with the allurance ending) and spend the rest of her life rebuilding her nation. There were ways to keep her powers down and still keep Allura around.

“It’s the only way” Allura herself said before she started saying her goodbyes to the paladins… but in this season alone they showed: - A tiny balmera - A whole bunch of balmera. - Voltron+atlas fusion - The paladins using the power of friendship and concentration to enter Honerva’s inner thoughts - The paladins using the power of friendship and concentration <i>again</i> to power up Voltron+atlas so it could escape a collapsing reality - Voltron+atlas giant wings to save the last remaining reality So if they were already pulling out all the rabbits out of the hat don’t tell me the production team couldn’t come up with another alternative other than having “the girl who is magic sacrificing herself for the sake of the universe”

…and why are Altea and Daibazaal back?! Didn’t Reyner said “you mustn’t cling too tightly to the past” and “the old must gave way to the new”? ugh.

*rants for 20 minutes more about poor script decisions*

Episode 5:

It’s bad. And it doesn’t add anything important to the narrative except some gratuitous scenes of the paladins in their underarmor. And the reason why I disliked this episode is about the way the writers try to redeem Ezor and Zethrid.

Last season they sold me on the idea that “this is war and sometimes people die”. This season they wanted to end with an uplifting “everyone has a chance at redemption” vibe which actually just makes me upset.

Oh yeah, Adam –the guy whose only negative mark was that he dumped Shiro—died and no one really mentions him again or talks about what an impact he had on other characters, but Ezor –who was more than willing to torture Pidge back in season 7— she gets to survive and change her ways??

Honerva’s ploy and redemption arc:

Honerva had dreams about being a mother and a wife and spending her life with her family, but she studied the creature from the rift a bit too closely and her mind was poisoned without her even realizing it. In that sense, she’s a victim, and it’s good that in her final moments she got to be back to be the person she was before.

… but as Haggar she helped conquer and destroy thousands of worlds! She was participant in the neglect and abuse of a Lotor throughout his childhood.

“But that was Haagar! Honerva deserves a second chance!” you’d say, but remember that after Oriande she has recovered her memories and she’s not Haggar anymore what did she do? Did she tried to mend her ways and help what remained of the universe to honor her child’s life? Nope. She blamed the Galra, she used the Alteans, she destroyed Olkarion and she dammed the whole universe (and then any other universe) to get the ending she wanted.

Everyone in these universe is gone because of her. And in the end, she got her dream of being with her family.

Even Zarkon got a bit of a redemption scene! He got to go to the same place as the former paladins, with his wife and his son…These three are responsible of 70% of all the bad things that happened in this universe in the last 10,00 years and they get to spend eternity together.

I don’t’ know why suddenly the production staff though this ending was cool.

4. The Epilogue

I think the only ‘last scenes’ I liked where Pidge’s ending and Kolivan and Krolia’s ending. They were nice. But the others? *frowns*

In the “one year later” scenes Hunk is seen in the ATLAS along with Shiro; it’s implied that Hunk is some sort of diplomat who also likes to cook for his guests. In the last image it just looks like he gave up that to become the next masterchef.

Lance’s final still looks sad. He’s the perfect picture of a widower and I think this is terrible unfair for all the Lance stans who were hoping season 8 was Lance’s season. Yeah, lance likes his family and he always missed earth, but there were other things they could have done with him. He could be teaching the new generation of garrison pilots! His ending just makes the audience think he’s recovering from a broken earth.

Keith's image in his ending still looks odd, I think hey were trying to an upper shot or something but his waist looks too slim, and there are several things thet feel weird with the perspective.

...not to mention it says "humanitarian relief organization" ...the blades are all Galra? the fact they didn't bother to spend 5 minutes thinking why "humanitarian" was not a word applicable here tells me all I need to know about the care they placed in this epilogue.

Shiro’s scene is strange because Shiro looks exactly the way he looks when they say goodbye to the lions, but Pidge and Hunk and Keith look like they do in the “years later” design. Consistency is lacking.

Then there’s the thing of how Shiro “found his happiness” with and image of him getting married. What, he wasn’t happy while he was single? Seeing the stars up close, traveling the universe, flying on Black and then leading ATLAS, that didn’t make Shiro happy? Are we now equaling marriage with happiness, is that it?

I get that an gay marriage and a gay kiss on screen is something commendable (it would have bene better if we had seen Shiro and his new hubbie actually interacting tho), and we all love Shiro, but I can think of several images that could have been more satisfactory for his character: him at the helm of the ATLAS, fulfilling his dreams of traveling the stars in peace; Shiro finally getting a vacation; maybe even a description with an older Shiro saying “and Shiro lived many years happy and in peace because he was not sick anymore” all of these would have been more rewarding.

…And the only scene that was animated was Shiro’s wedding? Why? Can you imagine how could it’d have been if instead of the weeding we saw something like “the lions came back one more time to bring back Allura” I wouldn’t even be here ranting for 20 minutes so far on top of my pile of salt if they had done something like that!

And it’s not even as if it was one simple person who made the ending: VLD has a staff of writers, several directors, many producers monitoring, a whole team of animators and several consulting departments…and none of them stopped to think this might not be a good ending to their series?

In the end, I’m still left with some questions:

What is the lifespan of an average Galra? What would be the expected lifespan for Keith or Axca and Ezor and Zethrid?

Does having Altean markings means Lance is now Altean? Cause the show was not clear, is this just a physical memento so Lance has something to remind him of Allura every day or will he live a long life now?

What’s the cosmic wolf’s name? did he ever told Keith?! How much more is he going to grow?

more importantly: What was the name of Keith’s father?!

#I'm made out of salt #voltron legendary defender #I will only grant you one spoiler free week #and that grace period is over

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11 and 14

11. what is one thing ( a book, movie, etc ) that has greatly affected you?

HOO!!! there are so many books and games and shows that have really impacted me both as a person and as an author. i’ll just go through some of them for ya!

1. the ‘gregor the overlander’ series is probably one of the greatest stories i’ve ever encountered. it talks about war, trauma, and genocide and other really heavy topics in ways a kid could really understand. it’s an unbelievably creative setting, and has some truly outstanding dynamic characters. it made me laugh and cry and i’ve really just fallen in love with it. it taught me a lot about human nature, and it taught me to really cherish my friends, and to work towards peace and avoid violence. i dont care how old you are, it’s an EXCELLENT read.

2. fullmetal alchemist!! i have all the manga books and i’ve rewatched fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood soooooo many times. i fuckign love that series. i love the characters, i love the story, i love the setting, i love akdjfhksjdhf EVERYTHING. i still live by arakawa’s saying ‘men should be buff and women should be vavoom’ ksdjhfskjhf love her. also, a lot of my favorite characters of all time are from that series, like riza and roy, olivier armstrong, hayes, izumi curtis, edward, alphonse, scar, wrath, adksjhfkajshdf and honestly even the minor characters really influenced me. that story just adskjfhakjdhf... it talks about racism, genocide, trauma, daddy issues... (man for someone who’s not into dark stuff i seem to like some dark stuff) and it really presents these issues and puts them into very well thought out perspective, and it forces you to THINK about it. there’s not just ‘good and evil’, it brings up gray morality!! also, it’s a very good narrative on the value of life and the finality of death and it’s just... and amazing read/watch, please go look into it NOW.

3. harry potter taught me to value bravery, and that it’s okay to be afraid. it taught me that the right thing is rarely the easy thing, and that love transcends life. it taught me to never drink what i can’t watch be made, that friendships can change your life, and to treat even those you consider less than you with kindness.

4. pokemon ranger shadows of almia is just skjfhgsdkjfgh I LOVE THIS GAME!! i know the story is ‘bland’ to some (fuck you) but it taught me to be a light in the darkness, and that anyone who says that they have a ‘dream energy’ but wont tell you what that dream energy is... should not be trusted.

5. pokemon mystery dungeon explorers of time, sky, and darkness with it’s AMAZING FUCKING SOUNDTRACK (yes bitch that does matter) made me feel like a hero! its story teaches you a lot about friendship and how even the littlest things matter. YOUR LIFE MATTERS FOLKS!!

6. pokemon super mystery dungeon... AGAIN KNOCKED IT OUT OF THE PARK WITH THAT SOUNDTRACK. FUCKING KILLED ME WITH THAT PLOT TWIST. same morals as the previous mystery dungeon games, and i was in love with the bright, happy personality of my partner! be joyful!!!!! okay, but in reality this story has a message i think we all need to hear: you need to accept the darkness in the world and do your best to overcome it. to transform the world you have to change yourself. if you can accept that you’re not perfect and form then on work to become a better person that’s a huge step into changing the world whether you know it or not. the world is full of darkness, but you can be a light within it

7. the selection series. ugh. a part of me hates this series, but BIG FUCKING ROMANTIC SAP I AM!!!!! also loves it. there are parts that are very well done and parts that aren’t, and really the best thing to take away from this is 1. true love is the most inconvenient kind, and 2. if a PRINCE tells you ‘just say you love me and i’ll make you queen’ DONT PUSSY FOOT AROUND FOR THE GUARD WHO WAS TOO INSECURE FOR YOU AKJSHDAKSJHD!!! america, i’d die for you, but COME ON. also, i’d die for maxon he’s literally the best person ever and probably one of the greatest characters i’ve ever encountered. he’s not perfect, but i love him.

8. percy jackson taught me to leave no one behind, and that every life is valuable, and that sometimes there are things more important than being a god.

9. warrior cats... deep sigh. there’s just something about talking cats... and again, this is about being brave and doing the right thing.

10. avalon web of magic, and idk if anyone else read this, but i did when i was like 11 and i loved it. essentially it was a magical girl(s) story? it would’ve been better if they didn’t add so many extra things... i still loved it though... i’ve considered doing a voltron avalon au before KJASDakjsHD but yeah, this is a lot about how sometimes... things don’t go right. sometimes you’re going to do something horrible, but you need to forgive yourself. you messed up, that’s okay, strive to do better. another moral in this was about how sometimes your super power is loving your friends, and helping them to shine. and idk what the third character’s was... probably that shutting out grief will only make it worse, you were meant to feel.

11. naruto... KEEP YOUR WORD, WORK HARD, BELIEVE IN YOURSELF, TRUST YOUR FRIENDS, YOU’RE GREAT!!!!!!!!

12. AVATAR!!!!! yes.... i love this series. it teaches you that sometimes you have to find your own destiny, and that you don’t have to destroy something to conquer it.

basically... i really love any story that’s kids overcoming great obstacles and becoming real heroes asjdfaskjdfh

14. what job would you have if you could have it without going through all of the school or experience that is required?

diagnostic medicine, like dr. house!!

send me some cute asks!!!

#ask jules #ask meme #Anonymous

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katymacsupernatural · 6 years

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Fourteen Steps

Dean Winchester x Reader

1500 Words

Story Summary: Close to Christmas, Y/N finds herself trapped, losing all hope that she will be saved.

This is written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing and @like-a-bag-of-potatoes 12 Days of Christmas Challenge. Today’s prompt: Wishing upon a star.

Twenty-two steps from one corner of the wall to the next. Fourteen steps from the wall to the door. Eight cracked stones in the wall letting in the slightest bit of light, along with the winter breeze that sent goosebumps up and down your body.

Sixteen days. That’s how long you had been stuck in this room, with only one small window towards the top of your cell letting you know if it was day or night. With one threadbare blanket to keep you warm on the bumpy cot, a small metal toilet the only other furniture in this hell hole.

The first few days you had been hopeful, knowing that Dean wouldn’t rest until you were found and the Demons who had taken you were killed. But as you scratched another mark into the wall, your hopes fell to the stone floor below you, shattered.

The Demons didn’t help much either. Each time they would show up, bringing your meager meal of the day, they would laugh in your face, reminding you that you had been forgotten by the Winchesters. That they had never cared about you to begin with. That you would spend Christmas in this tiny, cold room that was smaller than the bunker’s bathroom, before they would finally put you out of your misery.

After the seventh day, you couldn’t handle it anymore. As snow fell steadily down outside your small window, you cried out in frustration, your hands pounding mercilessly on the unforgiving stone wall. As blood poured down your shredded hands, you slid to the ground, tears pouring down your cheeks. “Dean, where are you?” You whispered, but you had a feeling you would never get out of this room. It was to be your tomb, the last place you would ever take a breath.

After that fateful day, you met each one the same. Moved methodically around your small room, pacing to keep your muscles as strong as you could, but you were numb. Your heart was no longer full of hope that Dean would come. It had resigned itself to your fate, knowing that nothing was going to change. Your mind kept itself busy counting, anything you could to keep yourself from going crazy. How many steps it took to cross the floor. How many stones before you reached the wall. Anything to keep hidden the fact that you weren’t going to make it out of here alive.

Waking up on Day sixteen felt different. Your body was heavy, each movement a burden. It took twice as long to carve the new mark into the wall, and there was no energy left to even attempt to eat the moldy bread that was shoved your way. Knowing that this was it, this was the end of your life before the Demon’s took it from you, you stood as close as you could to the window, staring at the clear night sky. No clouds to block your vision, no snow falling down to block your view of the vibrant stars.

As a child you had wished on the occasional star, giving up when it had never come true. But as a shooting star filled your small window, you had to give it one more shot. You wanted nothing more than to see Dean one more time. To let him hold you against his chest, to feel those plump lips against yours once again. You wanted to decorate the bunker for Christmas, to wake up to Dean’s kisses on Christmas morning. You wanted to die saving people, not being bait for some stupid Demon’s who couldn’t even do that right.

“I don’t know if I even know how to do this anymore.” You whispered, your voice croaking from lack of use. “But I wish upon this star, hoping that my dream comes true. I wish that Dean comes to save me, or that I don’t have to suffer any more. Please, let me see Dean one more time.”

Blowing a kiss to the star, you sank down onto the cot, wrapping the blanket around your shivering shoulders. It was only days to Christmas, and you could feel the winter breeze blowing through the cracks. If the Demons didn’t kill you, the cold certainly would.

Cuddling with your face to the wall, you tried to fall asleep. Sleep was your one escape. It was there you could dream about Dean, and the happy moments the two of you shared together. It’s where you could pretend that you still had a future with Dean to look forward to.

Slowly the cold faded away, the stones faded until the creamy walls of the bunker came into view. Dean was laying on his bed, a huge smile on his face as he waited for you to join him. Smiling, you made your way to him, when a loud skirmish sounded outside the room.

“What’s going on?” You asked him, wanting nothing more than to cuddle in his arms. “Whatever it is, make it stop!”

“I’m coming for you sweetie.” He promised, before the bunker vanished and the cold stone wall was once again in front of you. But the sounds of the struggle sounded from outside your room, a loud groan before a thud against the wall. Tucking your knees underneath you, you stared at the thin line of light underneath the door, wondering if this was it. The Demons were coming to kill you.

The sounds outside stopped suddenly, the door creaking as a shoulder slammed into it. Dean’s voice called out, and you wondered if you were still in a dream. Or if you had passed from this life. You had been here for sixteen days with no hope. There was no way that could be your Dean Winchester outside the door.

Finally, the wood gave in to the heavy pounding, cracking and falling to the floor. There stood Dean, his chest heaving, blood cascading down his temple, his eyes searching the room before landing on your huddled form in the corner. “Y/N?” He called out, stepping into the room, and yet you stared at him, wondering if this was another dream of yours.

Crossing the room in six steps instead of fourteen, he fell to his knees in front of you, his eyes searching your face frantically. “Y/N, please tell me you’re okay. I’m sorry it took us so long, sweetheart.”

“Dean, is that really you?” You whispered, reaching out and touching his cheek. The stubble poked your skin, the blood sticking on your finger, but it was real. He was real, and he was there. Your wish had come true. “I wished on a star for you to come.”

“I’m here sweetheart.” He promised you, sinking onto the cot and pulling you into his arms. Closing your eyes, you breathed in his familiar scent, letting it calm you.

“Dean, we need to go!” Sam yelled from the doorway, a smile on his face when he saw Dean’s arms around you. Standing up, Dean took your hand. Guiding you the fourteen steps to the door, you stepped across the threshold, your entire body relaxing as you finally left that small prison behind.

Bodies of the Demons lay scattered around the hallway, and you carefully stepped over them, never letting go of Dean’s hand. It wasn’t until you were finally outside that you could finally take a deep breath. The clouds had moved in, snow lightly falling down onto Dean’s precious car. Opening the back door, Dean helped you slide in, before closing you in.

Once the familiar rumble of the Impala vibrated your seat, it truly hit you. You were no longer in that prison. Dean had finally come, as you had always thought he would. “Dean.” You started, his green eyes meeting yours in the rear-view mirror.

“Yeah sweetheart?” He asked.

“I wished upon a star. And you came.” You whispered, awestruck.

He didn’t have anything to say to that. Instead, he just smiled at you, and you could see the tension melting away from him as well. “Dean.” You asked again.

“Yeah sweetheart.” He answered the same, making you smile lightly.

“Can we decorate the bunker when we get home?” You asked him, needing some Christmas cheer. Something colorful after the blank gray walls.

“Of course. You’re back safe and sound with me. I’d give you the moon if you’d ask.” He admitted, not missing the crooked smile on his brothers face.

“Just a tree would be nice.” You giggled slightly, the gray walls fading away, the fourteen steps between the wall and door no longer having as much meaning. You had decorating to look forward to. You had waking up on Christmas with Dean’s arms wrapped around you to look forward to.

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