#BUNNY EGG MY LIFE IS FULFILLED

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[thiefoflight68]

Just A Silly Writer!

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Hello and welcome to my Tumblr account. I post my fanfic writings in Fanfiction, A03, Inkett, Quotev & Wattpad. Everything is under my user id Thiefoflight68.

I consider myself a girl but use She/They as I am pansexual. I generally write Fanfiction, play Dungeons & Dragons and walk on the beach all the time with my dog listening to music for my fics. I love music and try to put some good songs into my stories to help get the vibe of the scene. I do try to keep characters as canon as possible but I like to change up personalities so that it's not always the same for my readers (and myself). I mainly write MHA at the moment. I've also started doing Fem Reader Inserts and am enjoying those.

It's finally happened - I wrote a fanfics that are not MHA!!

And now I am working on my first ORIGINAL work!! Doing a werewolf romance, since I love the monster genre. 😉

Current Fanfic WIPs:

The Golden Dragon - Born half-human / half-dragon and cursed for eternity doesn't do much for your self-esteem. Katsuki Bakugou discovers that not only is he cursed to be brutally murdered by humans his entire existence, he manages to make other half-dragons along the way. Now they have to find a way to fulfill the prophecy of love… if you believe in that shit. Which Katsuki doesn't. But he does want to find the one dragon that has managed to get away. In their search they end up working at a new restaurant started by Shouta Aizawa, a Greek literature professor? Is he a chef? Or is this a front to take down one of the most powerful mafia bosses in the city, Kai Chisaki? Are you confused yet? So am I… but damn this is fun.

The Kingdom of the Six Pillars - Being pulled into another world through a magic portal only happens in stories, right? Not for Izuku Midoriya. Finding himself in a strange realm, he has been brought to the Kingdom of the Six Pillars as a Magical Transfer. This world only is able to survive by the magic created between a bonded pair of a Transfer and a Pillar. Except Transfers must have magic to be bonded and as Izuku steps into the dark water, it shows... nothing. Now stuck in this world for as long as it takes for a bonded pair to form, Izuku decides to explore and discover the world around him.

Current Original WIPs:

Starting on my first original work y'all!! So excited to introduce Kash and Meghan.

Denying Fate - Kash Lomas is the oldest of six siblings that are part of his father's werewolf pack. Being the marked or future Alpha of his pack, Kash has wanted to deny his destiny and to separate from his wolf heritage ever since he was a child. Meghan McCauley is trying to pull her life back together after a nasty breakup. Exhausted from a long and unfruitful business trip, Meg wants nothing more than to go home. Stopping at one last bank in a dusty town in New Mexico, she meets Trevor Lomas and discovers she is the fated pair for his oldest son. Neither one are interested in anything fate wants to serve them, but events unfold that make them aware that this bond might be necessary to save the pack.

My Works:

One Shots -

My Egg Assignment - Fluffy eggshot about class 1A being assigned actual eggs to simulate having a baby to educate them on parenthood... Maybe? Izuku takes the assignment very seriously and notices Kacchan's egg is mysteriously missing.

Waiting for The Ghost King - Fluffy one shot of Xie Lian on Mount Tiacang alone.

Broken Heat - MCU Bucky Barnes x Sam Wilson. Omegaverse plot bunny challenge.

A Cowboy in Chaps - A fun Sero x Reader off of my new Western AU Second Chance Ranch (not yet posted).

Taming Of The Crew - Sequel to @succibisblog story 4M/1F Bakusquad GB with fluff (gotta have my fluff) Bakugsqaud x Fem!Reader insert

The New Employee - Reader request for an edgy but soft 6M/1F Bakusquad gangbang with fluff Bakusquad x Fem!Reader

The Drop - Baku/Eijiro x Fem!Reader - A BDSM series Part One

The Scene - Part Two

WIP Third Part - Someday, I promise. It's written but I don't love it and I won't publish what I don't love! SIGH

Kirishima Drives Like A Maniac - Highjacked from I Will Always Love You. Funny one shot - Kirishima x Fem!Reader

What If You Couldn't Sweat Kacchan? - This is a K+ (language) silly one shot for a competition - Baku/Deku

Reaching For Gold - Shoji's Wish - This is a request from a reader for a one shot from Reaching For Gold - Baku/Deku/Shoji Smut

My long Fics -

Second Chance Ranch - When life hasn’t gone the way you wanted, shouldn’t you get a second chance? Bakugou found himself trying to get a job to restart after being released from prison but fate had other ideas. A chance meeting brought him to the Midoriya Family Ranch, also known as Second Chance Ranch by the ex-convicts that had made a new life there. But is he the only one needing a second chance? Destiny seems to have brought him here to be the rescuer as much to be rescued.

Bullet Point - Baku/Todo After the loss of their friend and the government revoking their Pro Hero licenses. Several members of the 1A class have become detectives. During their investigation they began unraveling a mystery that may lead them to understanding what happened to their friend or to their own deaths.

I Will Always Love You - Baku/Deku Bakusquad on tour as a professional music band. Super hot Shinso/Ojiro side ship, they about steal the show.

Let's Give Them Something To Talk About - A Small Town Romance- Baku/Deku with side ship of Sero/Kiri

Reaching for Gold - Baku/Deku with side ship of Miro/Sero - Sports Romance

A Succulent Prize (Written in a COVID Fever - so just...) Baku/Deku strange little story - Romance + ? (I adore all my fics but this weird ass story is my low key favorite.)

Open For Business - Baku/Deku - My first and super sweet Romance - Hurt Comfort but a little rambling LOL

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A/N: For the @chaldea-monthly! FGO is really fun for picking apart my fav characters in a new setting and giving them new, different angst. XD And yes, I had to put a little Rin/Emiya because regardless if he’s Emiya or Shirou, they’re my ship. Just different flavours.

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Breakfast

Emiya had thought he’d seen it all: a Holy Grail war as a teenager, countless battles and deaths as an adult, and various wars after he’d breathed his last. Justice never rested and so neither did he, his life and death dedicated to the pursuit of an ideal that had never really existed.

And then the world ended.

And then he got summoned to Chaldea, by an ambitionless master who already had a dozen other servants under her belt. Who had at least six other Archers on the roster, so he had to get used to people calling him by a name he thought he’d long thrown away.

Yet, Emiya could get used to that. The situation was unusual, but his life had been too.

No, the hardest part of his new life here were the ghosts of his past, the facsimiles of people he knew wandering through the halls. Rin, Sakura, his father, Saber; he had not seen any of their faces since childhood, and yet it only took a second and he was a teenager again, grappling with the unknown.

If it were up to him, he would stay in his room until summoned, stay away from all the unwanted feelings of it all.

Unfortunately, life was not fair, especially not his. Chaldea had a food problem—there were too many big eaters and not enough cooks. As much as he’d prefer to turn a blind eye, there were children running through the halls and he couldn’t let them starve over something as petty as an upset heart.

Especially not the kid standing in front of him right now. Lily Artoria bounced excitedly as she stared at the morning menu, her meal tray clasped to her chest as she considered her options. If there was one thing Emiya had learned from his time here, it was that no matter how old Artoria was, no matter what universe she came from, she was always hungry enough to eat a country.

Half of Chaldea’s food shortages were because his new master had the unfortunate luck of summoning not one, not two, but nine different versions of her.

Emiya had not known that even three different versions of anyone could exist, let alone nine. Then again, he’d once fought his younger self, so who was he to talk?

Still, nine was excessive. Emiya looked across the cafeteria, to the overcrowded table laden with food. There were only three of them there right now—the sword-wielding Artoria he was familiar with, a darkly-dressed lancer version of her, and then one that insisted on dressing like a bunny for some godforsaken reason. Even with three, the table looked like it was hosting a feast. Behind him, Emiya could hear Tamamo and his other kitchen help wheezing as they rushed around, trying to fulfill all their orders.

When the rest of them arrived, it would be pure chaos. And that wasn’t even including all the versions of Artoria’s son, who seemed to have inherited her appetite if not her manners.

As though sensing his gaze, the sword-wielding Artoria raised her head, locking eyes with him. Emiya jerked his head away. She was the hardest one to deal with—she looked too similar to the Artoria he’d summoned, to the one he’d fought. Was she either of those? Did she remember?

Was she the one he couldn’t save?

“Emiya?”

Lily Artoria’s voice broke through his thoughts and he looked down to find her looking at him inquisitively. Pinching his thigh, he shoved away those useless thoughts. There was no point in thinking about that now. “What did you want?”

“A dozen sausages, three eggs, two muffins, four slices of toast, strawberry jam, and marmalade,” Lily rattled off, like it was a grocery list, like she was in a five-star restaurant and he was her server. Even at this age, she handled herself like a king. “Are you okay?”

He hadn’t expected the last question. “I’m fine.”

“You sure?” Lily pressed the tray closer to her chest and shifted anxiously from foot to foot. Despite her nervousness, her eyes were clear and determined as she pressed, “You’re always like this when we’re here.”

Had he really been that obvious? “Like what?”

“Pensive. Distant.” Lily frowned. “Do you hate us?”

“No.” The response was automatic, his lips moving before he even considered the question.

“Oh.” She twisted her lips, mulling over the situation. “Then what is it? It has to be something. Can I help?”

She was bright and earnest and almost entirely too eager. While he could find traces of the other Artorias in Lily, in the firmness of her stance, the determination in her expression, the honesty on her lips, Emiya had never been able to find her in her grown-up forms. At some point, this innocence had died.

At some point, Artoria had seen too much, done too much.

If you could stay like this, he almost thought, but that was a fantasy wrapped up in a wish. It was an impossibility. The possible avenues of her future existed in Chaldea, but they all meant the same thing: there was little happiness for her.

And Emiya had never been one to indulge in a fantasy.

“Could you get one of them to help with the dishes when they’re done eating?” he finally said. “We almost have none left for the breakfast rush.”

“Yes!” Lily stood a little straighter and nodded eagerly. “I can do that!”

She spun on her heel, making a beeline to the door when Mordred stepped in. Her son never had a chance—as much as Mordred pretended that she didn’t want anything to do with her father, she was like putty before Lily’s hands.

Especially when Lily had them sit next to each other.

In another time, Mordred would be instrumental in Artoria’s death. In this, they could share breakfast.

A fantasy given flesh.

Lunch

Emiya wasn’t sure what would horrify Rin more about the goddess currently claiming her body: the exposed flesh, the pathetic whine, or the way she often ran away like a c-grade villain. Actually, he did know, and it was the way Ishtar screwed up everything she ever attempted. If there was one thing Rin hated above all else, it was mediocrity.

Maybe that was the reason Rin was currently asleep inside while Ishtar took full command of her body: embarrassment.

Even right now, when Ishtar was merely sighing heavily as she studied the menu, Emiya was certain that the failure of a goddess had an idiotic plan and an even more idiotic method to carry it out. It was only lunch. That only made it more likely.

“I’ll take the special,” Ereshkigal softly ordered, her hands clasped in front of her.

Emiya tore his eyes away from Ishtar and nodded. “It’ll be right out.”

The goddess in front of him beamed. She was the inverted image of Ishtar, in more than just looks. There was a quiet dignity to Ereshkigal, one that was utterly lacking in Ishtar. She gave off the feeling Emiya had expected when meeting a goddess.

Then again, perhaps the thing Rin would boast about the most was that multiple goddesses were using her as a host. As expected of someone like me, she’d crow.

Ishtar sighed again.

Ereshkigal rolled her eyes. “She just wants attention.”

“I can tell,” he replied flatly. “I’ve been trying to ignore her.”

“You can try, but she makes it impossible.” Ereshkigal ran a hand through her hair, the action so familiar his breath hitched. “She’s always been a brat, even more so now.” Her finger tapped her chest and her expression softened. “An extra influence.”

“I’m not surprised.” He knew without looking his own expression had softened and Emiya turned away before she could notice. Ishtar peeked at him again, watching him from the corner of her eyes as she fiddled with her thumbs. When she sighed again, pointedly, he grunted.

He might as well give in. She’d hold up the line otherwise. “You going to order?”

“Yeah…” Ishtar sauntered up to the counter like she was walking the catwalk, hips swaying, hair flowing. She smiled prettily, batting her eyes and parting her lips and he knew exactly what she was after before she even spoke. “Say, do you—”

“No.” It was firm, it was immediate, and it was blunt.

“Hey!” Ishtar scowled, stomping her foot. “I didn’t even ask yet!”

He shrugged. “Either way, no. You want food or not?”

“Everyone knows it’s trouble with you,” Ereshkigal pointed out unhelpfully. It was like tossing gasoline to a flame. Maybe he should make a rule that they couldn’t eat together.

“Shut it, you!” Ishtar turned her glare to Ereshkigal. “And it isn’t trouble this time.” She looked back at him. “Come on, you have to hear me out!”

Her persistence was similar to Rin’s, if more pathetic. Emiya crossed his arms. “It’s going to be something stupid and dangerous. No.”

“What if it wasn’t stupid?” Ishtar smiled winningly, as though that solved the issue.

“So it’s dangerous?” Emiya snorted. He could count the ruined summers that came from Ishtar’s petty drive for vengeance and greed. At the very least, she hadn’t harmed herself yet. He eyed her and muttered, “Try to be careful. You can’t hurt your host, right?”

Immediately, he knew he’d said the wrong thing. Ishtar smiled slyly. “Worried about me?”

He glowered. “Not at all.”

She rested her hand on her hips. “Hmph. You should just lie.” Her voice gentled as she pressed a hand to her chest. “Then, worried about the one inside?” Ishtar regarded him softly, for once looking like a proper goddess. “She might be asleep, but she seems to worry about you too.”

“I’ve felt it too.” Ereshkigal curled her hand in her chest. It was rare enough that she and Ishtar got along, rarer still that they agreed. “There’s a dull ache whenever I look at you or…” She glanced across the dining room, to where Parvati was knitting. “The other one.”

He could guess why. He felt that same ache whenever Parvati smiled. Both goddesses were looking at him, and he could almost see Rin behind them. Emiya looked away. “I’m not worried.”

“Oh?” Ishtar asked, not buying it for a second. “Then what?”

“It’s a debt.” That was the simplest, easiest way to explain himself. The simplest, easiest way to hide everything. “I still owe her.”

“Is that what you call it?” Ereshkigal chided. “Even now, you can’t be honest.”

“If he could, he wouldn’t be in this mess, would he?” Ishtar sighed. She leaned over the counter and poked his chest. “But you should try and relax sometimes. For her. I don’t want to carry this heavy feeling around with me all day.”

Her finger shouldn’t have felt as heavy as it did. Quietly, he rasped, “I’ll try.”

“Good boy. And now that we got that out of the way…” Ishtar rubbed her hands together and smirked greedily. The goddess was gone, leaving behind a cartoon villain. “Do you think you could cater for my next event?”

Ereshkigal groaned.

Emiya ignored her and called out, “Next!”

Dinner

If Ishtar was a failure of a goddess, Parvati was the pinnacle embodiment of one. Her steps were light as she crossed the dining hall, her smile gentle as she set the tray on the counter, and her voice was as soft as a cloud as she thanked him. “Dinner was lovely as usual.”

Her posture was perfect, her touch dainty. Artoria had the regality of a king, and Parvati that of a queen.

Emiya accepted the tray and shrugged. “It’s nothing.”

“Even so, every action deserves to be acknowledged and appreciated at least.” Parvati studied him, her gaze running up and down him before settling on his face. “Have we met before?”

“At lunch,” he replied shortly, not liking where this was going.

She giggled into her hand. “No, that’s not what I meant. Though, I don’t think I met you either…Oh, perhaps you and the little one inside of me?”

His breath hitched and he turned away, taking the tray to the sink. “No. Never.”

“Hmmm, if you say so.” When he looked over her shoulder, her smile told him otherwise. She was a goddess. It wasn’t surprising she could see through his lies. “You’re always short on cooks.”

“Not always,” he denied, wiping his hands on his apron. “Just when the crowd is here.”

“That’s quite often, is it not?” Parvati clapped her hands together. “I know, I’ll help.”

Emiya spun on his heel and stared at her. “You’ll what?”

“Help.” Parvati smiled brightly. She patted her chest. “She has fond feelings towards cooking and it’s been far too long since I’ve last stepped into a kitchen.”

“That…” Emiya ran a hand through his hair. A goddess working in the kitchen felt like a taboo. Then again, they had goddesses fighting at the whims of a mortal, so perhaps this wasn’t as much of a step down as it seemed.

“Is something wrong?” she asked, cocking her head, her hands clasped behind her back.

He could almost see Sakura in her movements. “No. Go ahead.”

“Great. Tomorrow then.” Parvati smiled brightly. “This is exciting.”

“Is…is she happy?” He couldn’t stop the words. Maybe it was nostalgia that forced him to ask. It had been decades, and even now Emiya could remember the faint smell of cherry blossoms and soap as they washed the dishes together.

Even now he could remember the troubled smile he had never been able to ease.

Parvati smiled kindly. “The little one’s in…I suppose you could call it a deep sleep. It’s hard to be happy in that state.”

“Oh.” Emiya looked away. He should have known better than to ask. “Right.”

“But,” Parvati continued, leaning over the counter to clasp his hands before he could withdraw. Her hands were soft but firm. “It is a peaceful slumber. There’s no sorrow or pain in this sleep, just a deep, dreamless darkness. She can recover here. Rest. Heal.”

It wasn’t a satisfying answer, but Emiya’s life had never been satisfying in the first place. He looked down at their clasped hands, then up at the goddess. Her expression was thoughtful. Kind.

Her smile before had radiated of a happiness he’d rarely seen in Sakura.

Emiya didn’t know what would happen after their master was done, after all the servants were returned to the throne. But he hoped Sakura would remember this peace wherever she went.

Dessert

Out of all the servants here, the one Emiya avoided the most was his father. No, not quite his father—the Kiritsugu stalking Chaldea’s halls little resembled the man he’d known. This was Kiritsugu before they’d met, this was the man who still spent most of his days covered in blood. Seeing him, Emiya understood why his father had always looked troubled when Emiya had called him a hero, why he had looked sad whenever he remembered the past.

Still, the assassin had softened recently, in no small part thanks to the woman and teenager clasping his hands as they entered the cafeteria. Emiya watched as the pair of platinum blondes tugged Kiritsugu over to a table. While he was still expressionless, his eyes were softer, his lips tugged into the semblance of a smile.

For his part, Emiya didn’t know what to make of the two women. They looked almost like carbon copies of one another, only separated by age. For a while, he had thought they were the same person, but summoned at different times like Lily Artoria.

The older one called herself Irisviel, and if Kiritsugu often acted like he was dead, she looked like a ghost.

The younger one called herself Illya.

A cheerful, magical girl Illya.

Even now, as she ran over to the counter, her smile bright, her eyes wide, he could only remember the deadly master who had tried to murder him with Hercules. How was it possible for two timelines to be so different? How was it possible that they were the same person?

“Can I get three cheesecakes?” Illya asked eagerly, bouncing on her feet as she stared at the selections available. “Strawberry, chocolate, and…umm…blueberry!”

“Sure.” Emiya pulled out three plates from under the counter, the ceramic warm on his hands. All three of them came for dessert every day, and he knew already that the other two would eat only half of their slice, saving the rest for their daughter.

His sister, in a strange way. Could they have ever been friends, let alone family?

“You’re always overworked, aren’t you?” Illya asked, concerned. Her eyes were wide and bright. “I hope you get a vacation soon.”

It was strange to hear that from Illya of all people. He felt a pang of pity for the girl he’d known. Emiya carefully slid a strawberry slice onto a plate. “Hopefully.”

“Too bad my brother isn’t here with me.” Illya pumped her fists energetically. “He could help. He’s great in the kitchen.”

“Is he now?” Emiya almost choked on the words.

And if seeing Illya like this was strange, it was stranger still to think that in another life, they would have been siblings. That in another life, Kiritsugu would have been a doting husband and Irisiviel a warm mother. That in another life, they could have both been his parents.

That in Illya’s life, they were.

“Don’t worry,” Illya reassured. She dabbed a finger on the chocolate cheesecake and licked the frosting. “When he comes here, he’ll help.”

“What makes you think he’ll come?” Emiya asked, curiosity piqued as he gave her the last slice.

“Because he’s a hero!” Illya replied immediately, beaming like the sun.

Emiya didn’t know if he should be happy or sad to think that in another life, maybe he had been a hero. A real hero.

Bonus: Midnight Snack

Even for a workaholic like him, Emiya liked to keep certain hours. The cafeteria opened at six. It closed at midnight. No exceptions.

“E-mi-ya!” a sing-song voice filled the hallway.

No exceptions except one: Jaguar. Emiya felt a chill run through him as he heard Jaguar laugh drunkenly as she sprinted across the hall. Before he could turn around, she pounced, an arm draping around his shoulders, the other grabbing his hand before he could pull the key out of the cafeteria doors.

For such a short woman, she had immense strength.

Jaguar grinned up at him. “Let’s go drinking.”

If everyone else he’d met here were somewhat different than the versions he’d known, Jaguar wasn’t at all. Fujiwara’s image overlapped on her entirely and not in a good way. Emiya grunted. “I’d rather not.”

“You’re old enough now, right?” Her question sounded more like a statement. It was hard to tell from her goofy smile just who was asking that question. “It’s just a drink!”

“You’re already drunk,” he grumbled as she forced him to unlock the cafeteria.

“Don’t worry.” She slapped his back before skipping into the room. “I can handle my booze.”

Experience told Emiya otherwise. It was going to be a long night.

[yahwehscholar]

I’ve been listening to a lot of Christian music lately. It’s kind of like my church right now. My husband still wants to start a church with me. But even the two of us don’t see eye to eye on issues like who Jesus was and is. I believe he was created first by Yahweh in heaven as an angel, and then was born to Mary, and then after he died and the 40 days after he returned to heaven as an angel, where he is now. My husband doesn’t believe he had a life before being born to Mary, or even that his sacrifice had value.

We do both believe that Yahweh is the Father who created us all, and he alone is God. The holy spirit is not a person, but marijuana smoke. It is not essential for worship, but it is the incense that is offered with prayers of the holy ones. If you don’t want to do it, don’t, but please don’t tell me to quit. It is part of my spiritual worship of Yahweh the One True God of Abraham, Moses, and Jesus. The trinity is blasphemy.

Because I believe this way, I don’t have a church I can worship with in good faith. I even have to change the name Jesus to Yahweh in most of the Christian songs I listen to make it true. And I can’t go back to the Jehovah’s Witnesses because I can’t quit smoking tobacco or marijuana.

It’s a JW teaching about “The Appointed Times of the Nations” that lasted seven times, that they teach ended in 1914. The time comes from a calculation of a year for each day in 7 years, or 2,520 years. This time is also 1,260 years, twice, and that number appears in Revelation 12:6.

This is not the full extent of the seven times for Yahweh’s punishment, because at Daniel 12:11,12 specifically say it would last 1,290 days and 1,335 days. There is a minor fulfillment of the prophecy at Daniel 4 in Nebuchadnezzar, but the major fulfillment of this prophecy is Yahweh being represented by the tree that is cut down, and that lasts a year for each day.

The beginning of the seven times started when God’s king was first overthrown by Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon, dated at Daniel 1:1 and Jeremiah 25:1, in 607BCE. Jeremiah goes on to prophesy 70 years of desolations for Jerusalem, and they stared at the same time. How interesting that now, at the end of the 2,625 years, Israel has been a modern nation for a little over 70 years.

This year there is another solar eclipse on April 8. It’s inbetween Easter and Passover, which are about 3 weeks apart this year, when they usually are the same week. Please, don’t celebrate Easter. The Babylonian fertility goddess Ishtar, pronounced Easter, has eggs and bunnies as symbols. Also, the whole point isn’t that he rose again, the point is that he died a sacrificial death to fulfill the law, one last blood sacrifice for all time. Jesus isn’t here anymore, but he did say he was returning and that every eye will see him. The time is ripe for this prophecy to be fulfilled. There was a solar eclipse last October 14, but I missed that one. I did see the one on August 21, 2017. I counted the days from the 2017 eclipse, and I added 1,290 days, and I added another 1,335 days, and I arrived at October 27, 2024. That’s still in the future. It’s not too long after Yom Kippur on October 12,2024. I believe these are the two most important Hebrew holidays, and we should all observe them. Over the Passover meal is when Jesus instituted the Last Supper.

I still believe most of what the Jehovah’s Witnesses teach. It makes sense. I proved it to myself. But the religion is not doing good. They dumbed down their translation of the bible in 2013. They only used their 1984 translation of the bible as reference to write the 2013 translation. What a joke, it’s so much worse. The new songbook is another sore spot for me. I absolutely loved the 1984 book Sing Praises to Jehovah. And now, the new songbook is also so much worse. It feels like the whole religion lacking good leadership. It’s a sign of the times, I guess.

Take care, keep praying, make good choices so good things happen. Yahweh awesome!

יהוה מדהים אהבה

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@wizardshotel asked: ❛ honey, i’m home! ❜ / not logged in on there rn so pretend this is my multi … from vincent !!

♡ — A SOFT YET MELODIOUS TUNE THAT FILLED THE AIR MIXED AND MINGLED WITH THE HEAVY AROMA OF FRESHLY COOKED FOOD, being carried all throughout the house thanks to the gentle breeze provided by the slightly ajar window within the dinning room, followed by the sounds of small pitter pattering feet rushed to and from both the kitchen and dinning room. Just a telltale sign of just what kind of lives were being lead within this household.

♡ — Never had he imagined that his life would take such a drastic turn from what he had been used to, LIVING A DOUBLE LIFE OF PROSTITUTION TO HELP KEEP (HE AND) HIS SIBLINGS AFLOAT WHILE ALSO SERVING AS A SAINT WITHIN HIS LOCAL CATHEDRAL TO BLESS THOSE LESS FORTUNATE WITH THE GRACES OF FERTILITY — only to find himself living not in the lap of luxury like he originally thought he'd enjoy, but instead living a humble yet fulfilling life as a parent of two and married to a man who treated him as if he was the world himself. It was honestly more than he believed he deserved, especially given the fact everyone else generally treated him as if he was nothing more than a tool to be used for their own pleasure, but oh how he wouldn't trade his life for anything else... not when he had finally gotten what he had always wanted: someone to love him as he loved them and to have a family of his own — trading in the allure of risqué rendezvous with those who paid him well for nights of tucking small children into bed, just as he traded in afternoons of being men's arm candy for playdates or mornings of drinking wine with his guests for juice boxes and cute breakfasts (like pancakes cut into the shapes of bunnies or eggs carefully crafted into little hearts) filled with laughter.

♡ — THE BLONDE DOESN'T HEAR THE FRONT DOOR OPEN, such a thing being quite obvious with the way he continued to speak in a ever gentle tone of voice, answering the endless questions of his small four year old daughter, Victoria. Yet, that ignorance doesn't last for long once he hears his husband's voice call from the living room, and it's more than enough to bring a smile to his face as he quickly makes his way over to the opening frame of the kitchen that lead into the living room — caressing their newborn son within his right arm while holding onto Victoria's hand with the other. "Welcome home, darling." Koui greets his husband with a warm smile, releasing Victoria's hand from his own so she could go and give him a 'welcome home' hug as she always did before heading over himself. "We've missed you while you were away at work."

♡ — He takes a moment to shift Ada to a better position within his arm, CAUSING THE SMALL INFANT TO GURGLE SOFTLY AS HE CONTINUED TO SLEEP AGAINST HIS DAD'S CHEST, only for Koui to lean forward and press a loving kiss to the crimson-haired male's lips, "I made sure to have dinner already prepared for when you returned home, everything's already laid out onto the table." If there was one thing that Koui was good at aside from seducing others, it was making a delicious homecooked meal for his beloved family. "We should all sit down before it starts to get cold, but maybe after the kids go to bed," a faint shade of color taking over his features as he continues to speak, "I could reward you with some dessert for being such a hardworking husband~?"

[teeviews]

Top 9 Best Easter Sunday Quotes

Easter Sunday is a time for celebration and reflection for many people around the world. It is a time to remember the sacrifice of Jesus Christ and the joy of his resurrection. For those looking for inspiration, Easter Sunday quotes offer wisdom and encouragement to help celebrate the holiday. Here are some of the best Easter Sunday quotes to inspire you this holiday season.

"The resurrection gives my life meaning and direction and the opportunity to start over no matter what my circumstances." - Robert Flatt

This quote is a reminder that Easter Sunday is not just a time to celebrate, but a time to reflect on the meaning and purpose of our lives. The resurrection of Jesus Christ gives us hope and direction, no matter what challenges we may face.

2. "Easter is the demonstration of God that life is essentially spiritual and timeless." - Charles M. Crowe

This quote is a reminder that Easter Sunday is not just about chocolate bunnies and Easter egg hunts. It is a time to remember that life is not just physical, but spiritual and timeless. The resurrection of Jesus Christ is a reminder that there is more to life than what we can see with our eyes.

3. "Easter spells out beauty, the rare beauty of new life." - S.D. Gordon

This quote reminds us that Easter Sunday is a time to celebrate the beauty of new life. The resurrection of Jesus Christ is a reminder that even in the midst of darkness and despair, there is always hope for a new beginning.

4. "Easter is a time when God turned the inevitability of death into the invincibility of life." - Craig D. Lounsbrough

This quote is a powerful reminder that Easter Sunday is a time to celebrate the triumph of life over death. The resurrection of Jesus Christ is a reminder that death is not the end, but rather the beginning of a new and eternal life.

5. "Easter is the time to rejoice and be thankful for the gift of life, love, and joy." - Unknown

This quote is a simple reminder that Easter Sunday is a time to rejoice and be thankful for the gifts of life, love, and joy. It is a time to remember that even in the midst of difficulty and pain, there is always something to be thankful for.

6. "The resurrection gives us hope and fills our hearts with joy." - Unknown

This quote is a reminder that the resurrection of Jesus Christ is not just a historical event, but a source of hope and joy for all of us. It is a reminder that no matter what we may face in life, there is always hope for a better tomorrow

7. "Easter is a time to forgive, to be forgiven, and to make a fresh start." - Unknown

This quote is a reminder that Easter Sunday is not just a time to celebrate, but a time to reflect on our relationships with others. It is a time to forgive those who have wronged us, to seek forgiveness for our own mistakes, and to make a fresh start.

8. "Let the resurrection joy lift us from loneliness and weakness and despair to strength and beauty and happiness." - Floyd W. Tomkins

This quote is a reminder that the resurrection of Jesus Christ is a source of strength and beauty for all of us. It is a reminder that even in the midst of loneliness and despair, we can find happiness and hope in the joy of the resurrection.

9. "The cross is the only ladder high enough to touch Heaven's threshold." - George Dana Boardman

This quote is a reminder that the sacrifice of Jesus Christ on the cross is the only way to reach the glory of Heaven. It is a reminder that we can only find true happiness and fulfillment in life through faith in God.

[someoneimsure]

I saw that you like red wall(I've only watched the animated series), and I was wondering if you've also seen the secret of nimh?

Hell yeah I have! It's one of my favorite Don Bluth films, right next to the original Land Before Time.

Did you know the book and movie are two vastly different experiences?

The Book:

The Movie:

It helps that the book has no magical elements at all and is just showing the lives of rats with human intelligence--and of course Mrs Frisby and her sick son, Timothy.

Did you know that the original book was actually written and published in response to real life treatment of rats? Specifically, an experiment by John Calhoun from a real life research facility called National Institute of Mental Health (NIMH)? The experiment is on overpopulation and how it affects the health and mentality of animals, with rats and mice natural being a general stand-in for humans. The results are actually horrific.

TL;DR: When space and available mates become scarce, animals stop reproducing and become depressed because they can't travel to find new mates and fulfill their purpose in life. No brainer, right?

Though... The research might be more applicable to studying potential problems from colonizing other planets that require us to create spaces for our species to survive. Humans tend to be one of the most adaptable species on the planet, even more adaptable than rodents since they have to evolve to fit the environments and humans just make machines that supplant evolution entirely, so the research might not be as helpful as we might like. Just another reason to can it entirely.

I have a question for you! <3 Have you ever heard of this book series?

If you really like the Secret of Nimh movie, I highly recommend checking this out. And if you really like Redwall and want something more grown-up and sci-fi, check out the book: Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of Nimh.

I can happily report that the Redwall series and the books are extremely similar, though Brian tends to add paragraphs of food descriptions. Where are they getting the milk, Brian?? Who are they milking!? Why are they baking things that need eggs, Brian?? Birds are people, too!

In the Redwall book, there's a lot of continuity weirdness. Scourge shows up in a giant horse-drawn carriage containing thousands of rats when later books have no horses and also the carriages are more badger-sized. It's an awesome image, though, so I can't complain. It's a real shame they didn't make a dark movie about it.

I caution you about some of the things Brian writes. He rarely has good "verminbeast" characters (and those usually are simpletons) and even characters that should be considered good are treated by the narrative as evil (Outcast of Redwall is a whiplash of emotions, let me tell you, and Triss and Taggerung are both basically Mary/Gary-stus respectively.) And some tropes are extremely repetitive. A lot of the villains are cartoonishly evil to an almost hilarious degree--even as a kid I was laughing at Gabool the Wild and his absolutely insane obsession with a bell.

I would recommend Martin the Warrior and the sequel Mossflower, Mariel of Redwall and the sequel Bellmaker, Marlfox (for the chaotic fox family), Pearls of Lutra (for the nuance in the cats), The Long Patrol (for the bunnies and actual nuance), and of course Redwall and the sequel Mattimeo for the best Basil Stag Hare moments. Outcast of Redwall is my personal fav, but my boy Veil was done dirty at the end there.

And if you like to read a story and universe similar to Redwall but is more linear and focused on one small cast, there's the Mistmantle Chronicles.

I am missing one book in the series so I can't say if it's all good. I find the lack of descriptors boring. These books are hard to find so I would just start looking for pdfs. Who knows? You might like the series better than I did.

[chippedaxe]

Edging different mcyts hcs? Like how they’d react to being edged

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Title: Edging Mcyt Hc's

Warnings: NSFW (Minors DNI), edging, sub/dom, degrading, praise, pegging, rope bunny content, begging, bit of dacryphillia, blood, biting, master kink, spitting kink, bit of choking is mentioned, pet names.

Pronouns: They/Them (reader can either have a strap on or a penis)

Synopsis: Mcyt's reactions to being edged.

Word count: 1.7k

Note: Sorry if I missed any warnings, thank you so much for the request!

( if I missed any warnings then pls just send me a message or something and let me know so I can edit this !!)

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c! Dream

- Let's say this is some time just after his prison arc so that it makes a bit more sense on why he'd let you dom him.

- He's whining and trying not to cry as you have him all tied up "You're a wanted criminal, having you just around me is dangerous~" you tease him, your hands rubbing up against his length.

- Dream squirms in the bindings and tries his best to rut against your hand but he's stuck down on the bed, "g- gonna cum.. please let me cum.." he chokes slightly as he begs you to just let him cum.

- You reject him and pull away, his swollen cock twitching and desperately trying to release, you bit your lip at the sight of him being so submissive towards you, you might just have to get used to this..

- "PLEASE. I'll do anything please! I need to cum so bad!" Dream starts to cry, he shakes in his bindings and tries so hard to touch you or to touch himself but you don't let him. "You'll be able to cum as many times as you want if you just let me have my fun edging you first, think you can do that?" you kiss the head of his cock.

- "NO! I can't do that" Dream whines "C'mon, do it for me, baby.."

- He held out for you, "thank you.. thank you so much.." he smiled with bliss as he was all puckered out. Cum was all over his stomach, he was let out of his bindings and he fell asleep next to you happily on the bed.

c! Sapnap

- He'd been teasing you all day and now you were giving him a bit of payback, you would keep riding him and whenever he showed signs of having to cum you'd pull off him.

- "I'm sorry baby, just let me cum please.." Sapnap was too tired and desperate to fight you, if he really wanted to cum then he'd just pick you up and thrust himself into you but it's not like he's doing that, is he? No, he's just sitting there and taking it like a bitch.

- His hands grasp at your hips and he tries to take some control but you slap his hands off "you're not allowed to touch me, remember?" you reminded him "S- sorry, Master.."

- He takes his punishment like a bitch, he'd be more of a good boy if he'd stop pawing at you and begging you to let him cum. "I'll decide when you cum, stop begging me" you grab his face and open his mouth up, you then spit in his mouth to keep him hydrated and hopefully quiet.

- Sapnap swallows your spit, letting some of the spit drool from his mouth and down his chin. You look down on him "you look like such a dirty whore.. Do I have to always clean my baby up?" you lean forward and you wipe the spit from his chin, "Thank you master.." he gulps.

- You let him cum after he started being a good boy, he shot loads of his cum out inside of you and you felt very full. You looked down at him and caressed his face "Thank you for being such a good boy, I love you Sapnap" you then kissed him. "Thank you for taking such good care of me, master"

c! George

- He was tired and wanted to just cum so he could go to sleep, his hips trying to grind against you "no.. You need to stay awake for me" your hips slapped against him and he let out a choked cry.

- "Can I please cum? I'm so tired.." He threw his head back and let out a soft groan "No, you can cum after I cum" you told him the rules. George was desperately trying to get off but you wouldn't let him cum until you did.

- You pulled out of him when his walls started to tighten slightly "NO! Please.. I want- I wanna cum- please? I've been so good! I've been a good boy!" he wailed. "You have been a good boy, but you're begging me to let you cum when I haven't even came yet which is pretty greedy.." you pouted and crossed your arms.

- "Sorry- so sorry! Please just use me and cum then!!" George spread his cheeks and showed you his needy hole, you kissed his forehead and then entered him again. Your hips thrusted against him and you made sure that you got to cum first, your cum dripping down your legs.

- "Thank you for waiting, my love" you cooed to George, caressing his face. "C- Can I cum now?" he mumbled, his words starting to get slurred from how sleepy he was, you gave him the okay and then started to pump his cock with your hand "T- THANK YOU!" he squealed in pleasure right before he came and then finally fell asleep.

c! Eret

- She's not pleased when you pull away from them, "Why'd you stop? I was right about to cum!" he groans. "I know, I don't want you to cum yet" you tell her "What? No. I think you misunderstand, I'm the one in control here" Eret crossed his arms and looked down at you.

- You certainly felt as if you were prey but you knew you had to take a bit of control and try to win against her "If you're in control, then why're you letting me edge you, hm?" you looked up at her from between his legs.

- They smirked and grabbed onto your chin, pulling you up to meet his face "Who said I was letting you? Finish the job, get on your knees and suck me dry or else I won't let you cum tomorrow" you seemed to have been bested, you didn't wanna get in trouble from him so you decided to just listen and go back to being submissive.

- "Good pet, don't try to dom me again." Eret played with your hair and smiled as she knew that she had won, his load of cum shooting straight down your throat "Bitch!" you coughed it out "You deserve to choke on my cum after you just tried to edge me" Eret spat on you.

- You took his punishment like a good pet and swallowed down his cum, whining when they spat on you.

- He then edged you tomorrow anyways just because she wanted to. If you ever have plans to try and dom her again then they will definitely make sure you don't cum for at least a month.

c! Karl

- He was whining and crying, he looked so pretty with those tears down his face, you thrusted inside of him and played with his painfully erect cock "cum.. cumming.." he mumbled and that's when you pulled out.

- "You know you're not allowed to, I'll decide when you can" you continued your actions, your hips hitting against his, he moaned sweetly, he tried to get off by moving his hips against yours but you stopped him.

- You pulled out again "Don't touch me" you left him blue balled yet again "I need to cum.." he laid down and couldn't fight anymore, he was too exhausted "Here's a deal.. If you get me off with your mouth right now then I'll let you cum" he sprung back to life when you said that.

- He immediately started to touch you, his hand stroking your length and his other hand going to play with your soaking hole "mm.. Thank you Karl, baby.." you sighed in pure bliss, he sped up his movements and made you go over the edge.

- You fulfilled your promise when you came, your mouth moving down to suck on his throbbing cock, you let him use your face to fuck his cock. He basically screamed when he finally came, a little bit of sperm came out onto your tongue, the rest came out onto your face when you pulled off him.

- "Thank you Y/n.." He sighed and tried to sleep but you slapped his thigh "What?? Clean this shit off my face!" you both laughed and he happily cleaned you up.

c! Punz

- There's no way he was letting you do this..

- That's why you convinced the egg to tie him up for you, the blood vines wrapped around his legs and keeping them open "this okay?" you asked to make sure "You already went through the trouble of getting me tied up so sure, try your best to dominate me" Punz was sure you would lose.

- YOU were sure that you'd lose but you still wanted to try your best. Your hand reached out to gently palm him through his pants "aw, that's nice.." He teased as you were jerking him off.

- He started to buck his hips against you which meant he was getting close, the vines pulled his hips back so he would stop moving them, they also ripped his pants which made it slightly easier for you to access his penis.

- You removed your hand as he was getting close which made him get pissed off "What do you think you're doing? Trying to edge me? You'll regret it, Darling" he warned. You gulped, you could win this one time but you'd most likely never win again..

- You decided fuck it and you continued to not let him cum, you were now in control, even if it meant that it'd get you fucked over later on.

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[sarahjtv]

BNHA Chapter 308 Spoiler Thoughts: Beat His Ass, Young Midoriya!

Chapter leaks are out!  Full chapter hasn’t been revealed yet (and take what I say with a grain of salt until the official translations come out), but I think I have a pretty good idea of what’s going on.  Nothing super heavy, but it’s an action-packed chapter that shows us how much of a badass Deku has become since he left UA and went all vigilante on us.  So, let’s do this:

Before we get into the chapter, I need to mention our mangaka, Kohei Horikoshi-sensei’s comment this week.  He’s basically apologizing for taking a break last week, calling himself a “small-fry”, and promising to pick himself up.  Horikoshi deserved a break last week and he is by no means a “small-fry” for creating one of the best and most popular pieces of fiction in the last few years.  I hope that he knows that and that he shouldn’t blame himself for taking a break.  

So, the chapter picks up right where we left off!  Deku and Muscular’s battle begins and Muscular recognizes Deku’s voice.  He says that he’s been waiting for this moment as everyone else he’s faced have been weaklings compared to Deku.  As far as we know, Deku has been the only one to even beat Muscular by himself.  It took over 100% of his strength to do so, but Deku did manage to kick Muscular’s ass.  It makes sense why he’d want a rematch.

I need to take a moment here to talk about how awesome Deku looks in his Vigilante costume (as I’ve decided to call it).  The tattered clothing really works for him and the dark sclera around his eye adds to the effect.   Again, I love that he’s finally putting the bunny hood and metal mask to use.  I mean, he used them before, but not as a real part of his daily costume.  He looks almost like a completely different person with them on.  I’d be scared of Deku tbh.  

As the fight continues, he gives the injured Yo Shindo to his GF, Tatami.  Tatami can’t see Deku’s costume because of the smoke surrounding him, but she does kind of recognize his voice from somewhere.  I do wonder if Tatami’s going to put the pieces together and find out that the vigilante is Izuku Midoriya.  And I wonder if she’s going to get the word about his actions spreading and if that will reach our UA kids.  Or the news stations will, that might happen too.  

Speaking of smoke, DEKU UNLOCKED THE 6TH OFA USER’S QUIRK!  The 6th user is the Tobio Kageyama-looking dude with the long collar (He’s cute btw 😳!) and his name is “En” which translated to smoke.  His Quirk is Smokescreen which explains the smoke surrounding Deku at the end of the last chapter.  Deku is using the Quirk too much, so he needs to calm down a bit and use each Quirk individually.  There’s actually quite a bit that Deku could use with a Quirk like Smoakscreen: He could hide himself for a sneak attack, he could use it as a distraction, use it if he needs to retreat, etc.  My mind immediately went to Pokémon (because of course it did) and how Team Rocket would constantly use moves like Smoakscreen and Haze to either distract Ash and Co. to confuse them or use a sneak attack, or run away from the protagonist.  It’s another support-type Quirk, but it’s a damn good one if used right. 

Edit: There’s a panel that shows the scale of how much Smokescreen Deku used and it’s A LOT.  Like, the smoke is covering several streets and it goes to the top of some buildings.  It’s hard for really anyone to see anything.  Deku’s really trying to keep himself in the shadows, I suppose.

To use all his Quirks well, En suggests that Deku think of each Quirk like a support tool.  So, Float is a jetpack, Black Whip is a long string of rope, Danger Sense is a radio, and Smoakscreen is a flare or some kind of smoke grenade (I don’t know the specific name).  This is a really good way of thinking for Deku since he’s been using object-focused metaphors for OFA before.  Remember the “Egg in The Microwave” and the “Turntable in The Microwave”?  Similar to that!

Edit: Fan-scans are out.  It seem like Deku is actively talking to En here as if he’s a little voice in his head guiding him on what to do.  My guess is that after his coma talk with the OFA Holders, Deku can now talk to the vestiges consciously.  He doesn’t need to enter a dream-like state to interact with him; it’s just a thing he can do willingly.

So, Deku uses each Quirk individually and finally ties Muscular down with Black Whip.  I can’t describe it, but it’s so cool to see Deku in action here absolutely folding Muscular.  He really has improved since their last fight. There’s one panel that has a close up of Deku’s masked face and he looks so damn cool!  I’m so tempted to color it when the official translations come out.

Deku is asking Muscular where AFO and Shigaraki are, but Muscular doesn’t know.  He also asks why Muscular is doing what he’s doing, but Muscular just responds that there is only blood and battle in his heart and  he doesn’t want to live a life where he regrets not fulfilling that (his name is revealed to be Gouto Imasuji btw.  Don’t know the translation behind that, but I assume it has to do with his Quirk and his violent personality).  So, this confirms that Deku is actively looking for Shigaraki and AFO.  He’s not just saving people left and right, but he is actively looking for the big bad on his own.  I can’t see that ending well without help unfortunately.  Deku’s also trying to reason with Muscular to see if there’s a different path for him similar to his fight with Gentle and LaBrava.  He’s really going for the “Save People’s Hearts” route and I can understand why.  That’s Deku’s character at its core.  It’s why he wants to try to save Shigaraki despite everything.  If there is a different path for a villain, then Deku will try to lead them to it.  Unfortunately, villains like Muscular don’t always have that path.  

Edit: Actually, you know what, how in the world did Deku know Muscular’s real name?  Did he see it on the news somewhere?  Did he do some research and manage to look it up?  Does he have someone to give him intel?  I mean, unless Muscular’s name was broadcast out there, his real name is some very specific information Deku got a hold of.  

Finally, as he remembers Shigaraki and Kota (the small boy Deku saved back in the Forest Training Camp), Deku runs towards Muscular with full speed and finishes him with one powerful punch!  Deku speeds past Muscular as we finally see his face again under the mask (Badass Deku🥵)!  One Punch Man has left the chat, my dudes.  For real, though, if Muscular really is defeated, it’s amazing how flawlessly Deku beat him.  Deku used every Quirk well and efficiently to dodge Muscular's attacks and pin him down so he could get a clean hit in.  Everything was calculated and executed perfectly.  This is not the Deku we knew back in the Training Camp Arc.    

Edit: Ok, it was explained that Shindo’s Vibration actually did effect Muscular’s Quirk.  Then tendons in his muscles were pulled and were starting to unravel.  That’s what made an opening for Deku to get a good hit in.  I think it would’ve been hard for Deku to knock Muscular out with one punch if that opening wouldn’t have been made.  So, Shindo wasn’t entirely useless.  

And that’s it from what I can gather!  Damn good action-packed chapter! A+ art and writing from Horikoshi once again!  This man just keeps bringing us 🔥.  I’m so glad to see Deku fight like the badass he’s meant to be.  I wish it didn’t have to take a war and several near-death experiences to get here, but Shonen gotta Shonen.  He knocked the lights out of Muscular, I almost feel sorry for him.  He got his ass kicked by the same kid twice in less than a year.  You should’ve stayed in Tartarus, my dude.  Really, all prisoners should’ve stayed in Tartarus.  If Deku can defeat Muscular, then none of them stand a chance against him now.  I can only assume Deku’s going to go after everyone who was associated with the LOV to find Shigaraki and AFO at this point.  Thankfully, we don’t have a break next week.  Will En teach Deku how to play volleyball?!?  I’m kidding!  I do want to know what our UA kids are doing, especially Bakugo, Shoto, and Uraraka.  This would be a good time to transition to them.  Like, they can see Muscular’s capture on the local news, put the pieces together, and go after Deku.  Or we could just keep focusing on Deku’s vigilante adventures, that works too!  

Me @ Deku:

[redhairedfeistynerd]

Captain McHippityHop

A/N: A long lost piece that I forgot to post last Easter! Another part of my ‘Seasons of Bucky’ series. Loosely edited, all errors are my own.  Enjoy and have a great long weekend everyone.

Don’t not copy or redistribute any of my pieces.

Summary: It’s finally Spring and the Barnes family is ready for some Easter fun. Uncle Steve has something to hop on about.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word count: 2200+

Warnings: kissing, nudity, sexual situations, implied smut, teasing, cautious Bucky

No bunnies were harmed in the making of this fic

“We’ll be there at 10, okay? Don’t worry, they’ll be up and ready.” Bucky rolls his eyes while he listens begrudgingly to Steve as he carries on about the importance of being on time.

Y/N sits across from him on the couch, her left elbow resting on the arm and her hand folded up, flapping open and closed as if it were Steve’s big mouth. Bucky is trying to control the look on his face, if it cracks, he is likely to burst out laughing. And IF he laughs, y/n will follow and they both know that Steve will not be impressed.

Bucky ends the call and looks to y/n. “You’re a pain in the ass. I was TRYING to be serious and keep a straight face but you kept smirking and your eyes brightened up like you were going to laugh. I can’t stop myself when you do that, I want to laugh with you!”

He lunges towards her and tackles her into the soft cushions of the couch. He knows that it’s finally ok to kiss her and he attacks her neck as she tries to curl into herself; he attacks the left side, kiss by kiss. Her giggles have turned into shrieks and he knows that she is enjoying it. He can’t get over how playful she is, he could drown in her laughter and happiness. It fills all those empty places inside of him, all the places he closed up when his marriage ended all those years ago. They’ve be silent and dark for almost a decade and then she came along and into their lives.

She crept in slowly, a hot chocolate date here and there with his girls, a walk in the park and then a stop at the playground, a rare night at his house when the girls were able to visit their mom. It had taken years for him to build up the courage to talk to her about how he felt but she was the first one to move her lips to his. Soft, tasting of vanilla and beeswax, everything he thought it would be, was everything that he received. Her arms wrapped around him first and she whispered in his ear that it was ok for him to do the same. His arms went around her softly but he still had a thought in his head the he could crush her, that all of the years without holding a woman meant that he was going to use all of his force at once and hurt her.

“Barnes, you aren’t going to crush me, don’t hold back. You hold your daughters every day, I know you’ll be gentle with me,” she said as she kissed his forehead softly.

“It’s just… I don’t,” he fumbles with his words and y/n brings a finger to his lips.

“Less talk, more kissing, Barnes.” She pulls his face back to hers and kisses him with a bit of force, trying to encourage him to be forceful. He does try to pull back but her hand is in his hair and she uses it to pull him back in. “No way Barnes, I’m not letting you back out after all these years. You’ve told me how you feel, let me show you how I feel.”

He really likes her and he has told her how he feels but hell, he loves how she is showing him. Her mouth is warm and incredibly soft, the sweet taste of her lip balm is swirling around inside his mouth. How can someone be so sweet, both in life and in her delicious mouth. Pulling back slowly, he looks into her eyes, admiring their colour before he whispers “Will you stay?”

“Why are you whispering, no one is going to hear us and it’s not as if I haven’t spent the night here before. The girls are with their mom tonight for Easter dinner. We are alone, my sweet,” she whispers into his hair and kissing his ear.

Bucky’s cheeks are slowly turning from pink to red, he can’t look her directly in the eyes. “I mean…” he chokes a bit on the words, clears his throat and begins again. “I mean, I want you to stay with me, in my room. Not the spare room like when we have sleepovers with the girls. You with me. In my arms. I would really, more than anything, like to have you in my arms tonight.” He can’t meet her eyes and curls into himself a little with the embarrassment he is feeling.

“Don’t you dare shy away from me, Bucky Barnes,” she gently scolds him as she crawls into his lap. She brings a hand to his chin, and pushes up so his eyes meet hers. “You don’t need to hide from me, ever.”

He can’t help but be nervous about this. A woman in his bed after all these years. Forget the quick one night stands he rarely had at someone else’s apartment after a night at the bar. This meant something. He had never been more aware of the carpet beneath his feet as y/n pulled him down the hallway to his bedroom. Each step sinking into the carpet, pulling him into the plush fibers, and releasing him.

“Help me,” he thinks he, hears her say as she pulls him closer. He hasn’t moved and her eyes are wide and staring into him. “Bucky,” his name softly escapes her mouth and she brings his right hand the front of her dress, guiding him to the buttons. “Help me,” is whispered into his ear and he freezes. Her hands have moved over his, picking one up and gently placing it on her breast. “Start here, this button first,” she coaxes him, “you can do it Bucky. You aren’t going to hurt me. I trust you.”

It’s as if it finally makes sense in the darkest pits of his mind. One by one, he pushes the button out of the holes and pulls the dress away and down her body. He can’t help but stare and before he makes her feel comfortable with his eyes looking her up and down in awe, he brings her closer, wrapping one around her and pulling her into a deep kiss. Bucky pulls away first and brushes her hair back, “I think you said something about showing me how you felt?”

The girls are dropped off early the next morning as y/n is starting to make breakfast. Bucky is quietly sipping his coffee and staring out the window. He’d woken y/n up early, soft kisses up the back of her neck, trying to enjoy her warm body that had curled into him during the night. He fell asleep soon after and awoke to an empty bed. He found her the kitchen table, pink sparkly rabbit ears on and placing chocolate eggs into baskets.

“Did you, did you make the girls Easter baskets?”

“I sure did, I thought we could say our good ole bunny friend popped by your house too.”

Bucky leaned over to give her a quick kiss, “it makes me incredibly happy that you think about them. It makes me feel so fulfilled that I’ve met someone that considers my daughters.”

“They’re part of you Bucky, why wouldn’t I think of them? Besides, I remember loving baskets like this when I was a kid and I want Riley and Piper to enjoy them too.”

The girls had squealed when they saw the large baskets on the kitchen table and ran to y/n, smothering her in kisses. Bucky’s ex-wife watched from the doorway and mouthed a ‘thank you’ to y/n. Once the girls had hugged their mom goodbye and wolfed down a breakfast of French toast and fruit, Bucky packed the girls in the car and they headed off to meet Steve.

It’s 10 a.m. and it looks like the Easter bunny and friends exploded pastel colours everywhere. The girls run into the kitchen, where Pepper is placing cupcakes adorned with mini eggs and Peeps on a tray.

“Hey you two, are you ready for some Easter treats and crafts? I hear the Easter Bunny will be here as well! Why don’t you take a look out back and see if there’s someone hopping around?” Pepper hands the trays of cupcakes to Bucky and pushing them towards the patio door.

The two of them head out towards the picnic tables, Bucky placing the cupcakes down before he turns to see a 6-foot-tall bunny out of the corner of his eye.

Bucky bursts out laughing before he can get a hello out. “Oh… my…” he keels over, his laughter so powerful that he has to hold onto the picnic table to stabilize himself. He can hear y/n ask what’s so funny and Bucky points over to wear Steve was last standing. He hears a little snort and it’s not long before she has fallen to the grass in a fit of laughter. Bucky can’t help but laugh louder at y/n’s display.

“What the hell are you wearing, Stevie?”

“It’s for the kids, you jerk. I have ears on, a cute little nose, and a bunny tail,” he says and wiggles his behind. “Obviously, I’m the Easter bunny.”

Tony saunters by, a mimosa in hand “why don’t you ask Rogers how “America’s Ass” ended up with a bunny tail.”

“Stevie, what did you do?” y/n laughs

Steve is between blushing and looking furious at Tony. “You just had to open your big mouth.”

“Rogers here thought it was a smart idea to make a bet with Pepper. This ancient idiot thought he could have a bake off with Pepper and win,” Tony snorts and take a sip of his drink.

“Oh Steve, you should have known Pepper would kick your ass,” y/n says, wrapping an arm around his waist, trying to comfort him. “I know for a fact, that the second the girls see you, they’ll jump all over you and tell you how much they love it. So, enjoy that it will be a hit with them.”

Bucky could hear their giggles coming from inside, Pepper, holding their hands, led them out to the picnic tables where the egg decorating had started. Y/n leaned into him a pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, letting him know that she was going to paint some eggs with his daughters.

“Come on Stevie, bounce away and introduce Cap McHippity Hop to the girls,” Tony teased.

“If those kids weren’t here Tony, I’d be kicking your f-”

“Now, now Cap, language,” mocked Tony, a sly smile forming across his face.

Steve muttered something unintelligible and made his was over to where Bucky’s girls were sitting with Y/N. His girls were so preoccupied with dipping their eggs in the coloured pots, that they didn’t notice Steve peeking over their shoulders. It wasn’t until Y/N started up with her giggling again, that Riley and Piper looked up to see what was so funny.

“Uncle Stevie!!! You have fuzzy ears AND a bunny nose!! Are you the Easter Bunny?” Riley asked loudly, jumping up to stand on the bench of the picnic table, now eye to eye with Steve.

“I’m your very own bunny, princess. Looks like you are doing a fabulous job with those Easter eggs. How about you and Piper come with me once you’re done and you can look around the yard for all the candy I hid?”

“Uncle Stevie, you’re the best!” Riley squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck. “But don’t tell daddy that, ok?” she whispered into his ear.

With a smile, Steve squeezed her once more before heading over to where y/n was sitting. He sat beside her and smiled.

“Those girls sure love you, Steve. Thanks for doing this for them, even if you did lose a bet and had to wear a cute little bunny tail,” she said as she peeked over to see the fluffy white ball attached to his pants. “I think the tail suits America’s Ass,” y/n laughed, pushing against him lightly.

“Ya, ya, keep laughing. I’ll have you know, that I had already planned all of this before I lost the bet, the outfit only adds to the festivities. I wanted to make this day special for Bucky’s girls, they’re my family too.” He looked at Y/N and pulled her into a hug. “I hope you know that you are part of my extended family as well, I love all of you.”

The girls finished quickly and made their way around with baskets, collecting jellybeans and bunnies, the smiles are their faces making Y/N smile. Bucky made his way over to her, once they had finished with lunch and the girls were slowly slipping into a sugar coma from all the treats their Uncle Steve had bought for them.

“Hey Barnes, before we get out of here, I think you need to take that tail and ears from Steve; I’ve always wanted to be a playful bunny,” she winks at him and walks towards the girls. She watches as Bucky picks up his pace, going after Steve as he headed inside with empty platters from their lunch.

“Come on girls, let’s get everything together and head on home.”

“Hey Y/N? Thank you for coming with us and helping us keep daddy happy,” Piper says, her big eyes staring up at Y/N.

“You’re welcome sweetie, l love seeing your daddy happy too,” Y/N replied smiling. She was more than happy herself and glad that she had this little family to love.

[ericsonclan]

A Gift From The Heart

Summary: Nurgul goes cloud watching with Oakley and decides to give them a surprise gift.

Word Count: 1756

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Nurgul was in the midst of nursing her daughter Maria in the courtyard when she felt a light poking at her elbow. She turned round to see Oakley standing there, the same unreadable expression on their face as always. Her friend’s hazel eyes studied her curiously. “Cloud time,”

“Oh, right! I’ll be done here in just a minute then I can meet you at our regular spot, k?”

Oakley nodded in understanding and walked off without another word.

Nurgul glanced down at her baby daughter. “Looks like we’ll have to find someone else for you to spend time with for a while,” She walked into her house, wondering if anyone was at home. Gabe was off working on dock repair, Luka was in school, Santi had a shift at the library… “Javi!” Nurgul smiled brightly at the man as he sat at the kitchen table idly perusing a half-done crossword puzzle. “Maria, your great uncle Javi will be watching over you for the next hour or two,”

“Please, just ‘uncle’ is fine,” Javi quipped, reaching up to take the baby. As Maria was taken from her mother’s arms, she began to cry but soon adjusted as Javi began rocking her and making funny faces to keep the baby entertained. Javi smiled over at Nurgul. “Go on, we got this,”

“Thanks!” With that Nurgul headed out toward the meeting point, her grey knit cardigan swaying behind her as she walked. She and Oakley had a weekly tradition of meeting up atop the library in Haven’s Landing and cloud watching together. It was a way for them to get away from the general hubbub of life and just be for a while. Sometimes Nurgul would lead the conversation and chit chat about this or that and other times the pair would be completely silent, simply enjoying the sight of the clouds and the feeling of the fresh air brushing against their skin.

Taking the stairs, Nurgul headed for the roof, pausing for a moment to wave to Santiago before continuing her climb to the top. The library tended to be quiet and was close to the house: the perfect place for a meet up. As Nurgul approached the top of the stairs she saw that the door to the roof had been left open. Oakley was already up there.

Emerging onto the roof, Nurgul had a quick look around. It was a peaceful day in Haven’s Landing. The river just outside the community flowed peacefully and she could spot Gabe’s beanie as he led a crew in fixing up the docks. Guards on the walls and the ground kept watch for muertos or slinkers as they were called in these parts. Nurgul had heard many names for them but all of the dead were the same. Thankfully the residents of Haven’s Landing kept the resident slinker population in check. There would be no breaches on their watch.

“Found one,” Oakley’s words had Nurgul turning her head to look at her friend who was lying spread eagle on the roof. “It looks like an owl,”

Nurgul walked over and lay down beside her friend to see which cloud they were referring too. “Hmmmm, you mean that one on the right?”

“Yep,”

The pair fell into companionable silence. Nurgul watched the clouds drift slowly through the sky. It was a really good cloud watching day. The clouds were big and puffy, mixtures of shadow and light that looked like any number of things. From time to time she would point one out for a moment, noting that one cloud looked like a bunny or another looked like a pillow. Oakley would simply nod most times, sometimes offering an alternate interpretation of what the cloud was, then they would return to their own private thoughts.

It had gotten to that point where time started to melt and lose its meaning when all of a sudden Oakley’s stomach loudly rumbled. Both of them glanced down at the source of the noise.

“Did you have breakfast today?” Nurgul rooted in her pocket, wondering if she had something in there to offer.

“Had some eggs. Wasn’t too hungry,” Oakley looked down at their hands which were spread across their stomach as though to quiet it. “Wish there was granola,”

“As soon as we have oats again, I’ll make some more with you,” Nurgul promised. Baking with Oakley was always fun, especially granola. Oakley’s eyes lit up for the treat in a way they did for almost nothing else. Unfortunately though there were a lot of ingredients needed to make granola so their instances of baking it were few and far between.

Nurgul looked over at her friend thoughtfully. “In all the years I’ve known you I’ve never asked. Why granola? Why is it your favorite food?”

Oakley shrugged. “Tastes good,” They were silent for some time and Nurgul thought they were done when they suddenly continued. “My dad used to make it,”

She’d never heard Oakley mention their family before. All Nurgul knew was they’d been on their own since age nine. She was hesitant to ask more but curious. “Those are good memories then? Having granola with your family?”

Oakley nodded. “Dad said it was a healthy snack, so he made it every week. We had it for breakfast too. Constance always wanted it sweeter,”

Their older sister. Nurgul had heard her mentioned before. A certain light danced in Oakley’s eyes whenever they mentioned her. Nurgul waited patiently to see if her friend would say any more, but it looked like Oakley was done. Speaking of the past had Nurgul thinking of her own as well. “My mom and I would bake together a lot. Looking back, I guess it was mostly her baking and finding ways for me to help, but I still loved it. We made bowersak pretty often. I used to love watching the dough puff up and go all golden when she put it in the oil,”

Oakley looked over with interest. Nurgul had made the fried dough before in the spring to celebrate Nauryz and they’d quite enjoyed it for its warmth and light crunch.

Nurgul smiled at her friend’s receptiveness. “Would you like me to make bowersak again sometime?”

“Yes,” Oakley turned to look back at the clouds then paused. “Please,”

“I’d be happy to make you some,” Nurgul returned to cloud watching, her thoughts now on food. Bowersak was easy to make: just dough and hot oil. Granola was another story. They’d need oats, honey, seeds, dried fruit, some vanilla bean if they were extra lucky… hopefully the bowersak would in its own small way fulfill Oakley’s craving for something crunchy and sweet. She wished there was more she could do though, a way to bring that same joy to Oakley’s eyes they had whenever remembering the granola of their past. Perhaps…Nurgul began to make a mental checklist. She could do that. She’d make it a surprise though. She loved surprises.

It was a few weeks later when Nurgul found Oakley doing their own cloudgazing in the tiny courtyard that connected their living quarters with the main house. Nurgul walked up slowly, wanting to make sure not to startle them. “Got a minute, Oakley?”

Oakley didn’t respond at first but eventually glanced over Nurgul’s way. “Wanna join?”

“Actually, I have a surprise I wanted to share with you. It’s a gift that I made. Not food,” Nurgul quickly added as Oakley turned their head in interest. “But it is food related,”

Oakley sat up, their expression unreadable. They probably didn’t know what to expect. Nurgul held out a parcel she’d wrapped in butcher paper and decorated with a piece of twine she’d dyed with huckleberries. Oakley accepted to the parcel, shaking it experimentally. The package flopped back and forth in their hands. Pulling the twine, Oakley let the butcher paper fall open and reveal their gift.

It was a black t-shirt, the sort that used to be made back before the world fell apart. Originally it had been blank, but now the front was covered in embroidery. A large granola bar had been embroidered upon the shirt, various shades of brown, yellow and beige used to emulate the texture. It also had the outline of a wrapper along its lower half, the edges of the wrapper a shiny silver as though the granola bar had just been opened and was about to be savored. Across the top, the word “GRANOLA” had been embroidered in all caps using a bright yellow thread.

Nurgul watched her friend’s face attentively, hoping to capture some glimpse of emotions to know what Oakley thought of the gift.

She got more than she had hoped for. Oakley’s eyes were bright with joy, but that wasn’t all. A smile pulled at their lips, something that only appeared once in a blue moon. They held the shirt up, letting the wrapping paper fall to the side, and began to happily rock back and forth, their eyes locked on the embroider shirt. A happy little tone steadily fell from their lips as they cradled the shirt.

“I take it you like it then?” Nurgul asked with a smile. She’d never seen such a strong reaction from Oakley before.

Oakley pulled the shirt over their head, looking down at it in awe. “I’ll wear it forever,”

“Well, I hope you let me wash it from time to time, but besides that you can wear it as much as you want. I wasn’t sure if you’d like it since it’s not actual granola, but it looks like it was a hit!”

“It’s perfect,” Oakley murmured, their fingers tracing the embroidery reverently.

“I’m glad. I wanted to give you something special to help you remember those special times with your family you told me about and just to celebrate you being you, Oakley Emerson,”

“Knox,”

“What was that?”

“You can call me Knox,” The look in Oakley’s eyes had a depth as they held Nurgul’s gaze. It was clear this was something important to them, something secret, perhaps sacred,”

“Knox,” Nurgul nodded, a small smile crossing her lips. “Thank you for telling me,”

Oakley nodded, holding her eyes for a second longer before they turned their attention back to their shirt. They were happy, perhaps happier than Nurgul had ever seen them. That was more than she had ever expected a simple shirt to accomplish. She watched in quiet contentment as Oakley admired the gift, both of them lost in the timelessness of a perfect happy moment.

[starship-imzadi]

S2 E19 Manhunt

Here is our second episode with Lwaxana Troi

The dress uniform look shown here is the one that becomes normal for TNG. The last time it we saw the dress uniform was "Coming of Age". There are a few alterations this time 'round. Notice the gold edging is only as the top, not along the side, and it now has rank pips like the regular uniform.

Ultimately, and by that I mean by the end of the series, I love Lwaxana. But she really does get better with time and right now: is not that time. I don't mean she's a bad character, but damn does she get on my nerves.

Picard looks like he's going to burst a blood vessel.

They look so good in their dress uniforms. I really wish they'd f*cking give one to Troi. (Tasha wore wear one.)

I get the sense that Riker is carrying this for Deanna's sake more than anyone. He moves to intervene after she exhibits notable signs of distress, and he glances at her ever so briefly.

I'm not sure if she's joking or not but just the idea that Deanna might "own" Riker in marriage or servitude is really distasteful to me. Will and Deanna's relationship is one of mutual respect and support.

Lwaxana thinks men are a commodity. That alone puts me off of her. (And don't you dare say anything about Riker! He doesn't not treat women as a commodity despite his reputation, and by the end of this rewatch I'll have done my best to support that conclusion.)

Looking back at "Haven" Riker doesn't interact with Lwaxana at all until the very end of the episode; she laments that she doesn't want the trip to be wasted and suggests she take a new mate. She says Picard is a bit too old, and when she goes for Riker, Troi interjects saying Riker has other obligations.

I mention all of that because Riker's relationship with Lwaxana is curious; his joking about her comments to Picard and Picard's rebuke over the jokes cast their different relationships into contrast for me. Obviously Riker had a romantic relationship with her daughter, which she knows about as revealed by her question of Troi's ownership of him (though that relationship predates the arranged marriage in "Haven" so that doesn't really make sense). I'm pretty sure it's not revealed until "Second Chances" that Troi and Riker had been together on Betazed... So, it's feasible to assume Riker had met Lwaxana prior to "Haven" but it's not a certainty.

I find Picard's devious choice to include Data in their dinner plans very satisfying. You'd think with telepathy Lwaxana would know Picard's intentions before he went about fulfilling them. As a whole I don't think anything has endeared me to Data as much as his actions here.

Not many animals other than humans go through menopause. Currently the hypothesis as to why females of some species go through it is because they are beneficial to the survival of the species outside of purely reproductive functions. However, off spring require resources, so limiting the number of offspring deceases the total resources needed. Also having one child at a time and limited span of fertility suggest a higher vitality rate (as opposed to bunny rabbits).

The Betazed female increased libido is certainly a gimmick to add species variety so they're different from all the other humanoids in the universe....but in-universe this could be: to lead them to seek younger mates (assuming Betazed men don't have any reciprocal age related sexual changes), it could be that once they have an older offspring they're driven to have more that the older offspring can help care for, or perhaps they're better off having children later in life because they're not mentally mature enough to really care for offspring prior to that.

This scene with Troi, Riker, and Picard is one of my very favourite, perhaps most of all because of Riker's smile.

It's a fantastic marker too in their friendships. Picard is a man who enjoys his privacy, as shown by his desire to keep his heart surgery private in "Samaritan Snare". He goes to Riker and Troi for their counsel not just because they're his officers but because they're becoming friends and knowledgeable on the subject (because of their respective relationships with Lwaxana). He could have used the computer or Dr. Pulaski for knowledge on Betazed women.

Dixon Hill, last seen in "The Big Goodbye"

Money in the 24th century is such a fickle thing. Half the time they don't have it and the other half they do, depending on how progressive the writers are feeling that day or something.

I love that Riker and Troi are protecting Picard.

Riker's look of subtle panic as he realises Lwaxana is staring at him is absolutely priceless.

But really, is Lwaxana so blind to Troi's feelings or does she enjoy tormenting her?

Majel talking to herself as the computer is like a weird Easter egg.

I'm glad Picard and Riker got a little pay back for Lwaxana's tormenting them. After all her entitlement and arrogance she needs some embarrassment in her life.

[redbladereviewing]

Shadow the Hedgehog: More Tragic than Edgy

Sonic the Hedgehog is one of my favorite franchises. Not because of its fast momentum based platforming or rockin’ soundtrack across all its games, but because of its large cast of iconic and recognizable characters and the stories they tell. Whether it’s the classic squad of Tails, Knuckles, Amy Rose, or the comic characters like Bunny Rabbot from Archie or Whisper and Tangle from IDW, or even the mad scientist Dr. Eggman and his humorously dark schemes, the cast of Sonic is what helps make the franchise so iconic. However, one character of the cast holds a strong and special place in my heart. A character that has a lot of strong tragedy attached to him, yet still remains strong of heart and soul. A character that so many writers have failed to understand despite him being pretty easy to figure out. That character (which you already know since it’s in the title of this blog) is Shadow the Hedgehog.

Shadow was created on the Space Colony ARK, a secret government science and research station in space, as part of Project Shadow. The purpose of Project Shadow was to act as the first step in achieving immortality, by creating a creature that could be immune to any disease and act as a base for cures to be created from. The project was led by Gerald Robotnik, the grandfather of Dr. Eggman. His purpose for running this project was to create a cure for his granddaughter Maria, who was sick with Neuro-Immune Deficiency Syndrome (basically AIDS). The project required Gerald to research into the Chaos Emeralds, seven powerful gems which when combined can give its user immense speed and strength. Researching the power of the Emeralds led to Gerald creating Chaos Drives, little artificial shards of Chaos Energy that would be used as a battery by the Guardian Unit of Nations, aka GUN, for their robotic drone technology. It also led Gerald to discover the ruins of Angel Island where the Emeralds were located, along with an old mural depicting a powerful being of gold fighting against an evil force. This mural would become the blueprint that Gerald would use for Project Shadow, but all efforts to follow it failed. That is, until he gained assistance from an unlikely source. A powerful empire known as the Black Arms had traveled past Earth, and during their time near the planet they struck a deal with Gerald. Black Doom, leader of the Black Arms, would offer the genetic material that would help Gerald create The Ultimate Lifeform, in exchange for the Chaos Emeralds 50 years after completion of the project. Gerald agreed, and with the blood of Black Doom, he began creating what would become the Bio-Lizard, and Shadow the Hedgehog.

After Shadow’s creation, he was placed in the same area of the Space Colony ARK that Maria was quarantined since Shadow was created to be completely immune to all diseases. The two grew very close during their time together, growing into what would become a sort of brother/sister relationship. Maria would become the closest to family and love that Shadow would ever feel. However, when the United Federation caught word of Shadow’s creation and the deal that Gerald had made with the Black Arms, they immediately demanded that the project be shut down and all those involved would be either detained or executed for attempted treason. Gerald was immediately arrested, and Maria was shot dead after launching Shadow in an escape pod headed towards Earth. However, Shadow was found and put into cryogenic stasis and Gerald was imprisoned on Prison Island. Since the government still required his research for their experimental drone tech, they kept Gerald locked away and forced to create enough Chaos Drives for GUN to make effective use of and reverse engineer. This period of time had Gerald spiral into contempt and hatred for his captors, resulting in him reprogramming Shadow while he was in stasis with artificial memories to have the same contempt and hatred for humanity that he had. After Gerald was executed, Shadow was locked deep within Prison Island and would be almost forgotten by those that imprisoned him. That is, until the events of Sonic Adventure 2, where Gerald’s grandson Dr. Eggman found Shadow and intended to use him to conquer the world. However, Shadow’s own goal wasn’t to conquer the world, but to destroy it as an act of revenge for Maria. As a cruel act of forcing hatred onto his creation, Gerald had reprogrammed Shadow to destroy the world that took Maria from them both. However, this wouldn’t be what Maria wanted. What Maria really wanted was for Shadow to not let the tragedy on the ARK lead him to destroying all of humanity. So many more people existed on that planet than those that raided the ARK, and even a child like Maria knew that it wasn’t all of them that killed her. However, her grandfather gave in to his rage and spite as it stew away in a prison cell. He let his pain of losing his granddaughter lead him down a road of bloody revenge against the whole world, when the whole world wasn’t responsible for it. This was the ultimate theme of SA2, that even though humans can be cruel and terrible people, they all shouldn’t be judged for the mistakes and sins of isolated groups and individuals in it. This lesson would cost Shadow his own life, as he sacrificed himself to protect the world from being destroyed by the Space Colony ARK as it was crashing towards Earth like a giant meteor.

However, Sonic Heroes would reveal that Shadow was saved at the last minute by Eggman, as he intended to copy his grandfather’s work to make multiple copies of Shadow for his Eggman Empire. Shadow wasn’t on board with that, and reluctantly teamed up with GUN agent Rouge the Bat and a neglected robot named E-123 Omega who wanted to destroy Eggman for locking him away for too long. After they went through the events of Sonic Heroes, Shadow was left wandering the world, as he had lost his memories when he was found and resurrected from the dead. This would lead to Shadow’s own game, where Black Doom and his army of The Black Arms returned 50 years later to fulfill the end of the bargain that Gerald had made. Shadow doesn’t even know what Doom is talking about, but he reluctantly goes along with it in the hopes that he’ll be given proper answers on why he was created and what his purpose for existing is. Once he collects all seven of the Chaos Emeralds, Shadow is told that he was created to act as a sleeper agent for the Black Arms. To assist them, in conquering and enslaving Earth for their empire. Shadow, remembering the dying wish of his closest family Maria, rejected this plan and used the Chaos Emeralds to become Super Shadow. Using this power, he destroyed Black Doom and the Black Arms vessel The Black Comet with the Eclipse Cannon, a weapon that Gerald created as a means of stopping the Black Arms when they returned. With his memories back to him and having destroyed almost every remaining reminder of his past, Shadow leaves the ARK behind him and enlists in GUN. While this may seem like an odd decision since GUN was responsible for the ARK raid that killed Maria, Shadow was more focused on using them to assist in protecting the world that Maria could only ever see from the cold vacuum of space.

So what can be gleamed from all this? Well, Shadow’s backstory when you look into all the details is rather tragic. He was created with good intentions being put upon him, that his existence will lead to a greater future for humanity. However, that was thrown right out the window when one of his creators lost everything that mattered to him and reprogrammed him to be a weapon against the world, while his other creator always intended to use him as a weapon to destroy and control. He was forced into being a weapon of rage and revenge by his creators, with the only person who genuinely loved him for who he was dying right in front of him, and having lost so much in his life. Shadow lost everything to him, and he wasn’t even really sure of what he was meant to do. He knew that he was The Ultimate Lifeform, but that title is the only thing he really had to him. There was, however, one person that showed him that he wasn’t so strong: Sonic the Hedgehog. Sonic was someone who was equal in speed and power to Shadow, even surviving an escape pod that was rigged to explode using an artificial Chaos Emerald created by Tails to teleport out of the explosion. Sonic is a carefree, relaxed, and strong of heart hero that Shadow as created in the image of. Remember that mural I mentioned Gerald finding when researching the Chaos Emeralds? That was the mural in the Knuckles boss fight in Sonic 3 & Knuckles. It depicted the final fight of that game with Super Sonic destroying Eggman’s Death Egg. Shadow was intended to be the Ultimate Lifeform, but he comes to find that he was really just created in the image of Sonic, the real Ultimate Lifeform. This discovery would lead to Shadow having grown to respect Sonic as an equal, but still wanting to prove himself as the stronger hedgehog with the playful rivalry they’d develop.

With all this said, you’d think Shadow would be seen as a really cool dude. Someone who is really strong but not keen on taking the spotlight as much. Kinda like the Black and White Rangers from the Power Rangers franchise. You’d be wrong, unfortunately. Shadow has not really been given the kind of respect that he deserves as many harsh critics of the franchise see Shadow as an “edgy tryhard”. This label is mostly attributed to Shadow’s game and the English localization that had Shadow saying damn, as well as the whole concept of Shadow using realistic looking firearms being an extremely ridiculous idea for a franchise that was mostly seen as a child’s game franchise. This criticism has stuck with Shadow for about 15 years now, with people still mocking and joking about Shadow being “edgy”, as if that’s an automatic bad thing.

The whole criticism of a character or franchise being edgy doesn’t really make sense to me. So something is edgy. So what? Why is it a bad thing if something wants to be darker than what you expect? People always throw edgy around at things to the point where even I don’t know what it means anymore. Regardless, with all that I’ve said about Shadow as a character and his backstory, I’m hopeful that I’ve shown some of you why this hedgehog is the coolest of them all. And perhaps in the future, I can go a bit further talking about what I see in him and what he means to me.

[stickittothedark-archived]

100 days of fulfillment days 47 - 63

So now it’s Friday and it’s been more than two weeks since I last posted. I’m gonna make a habit of posting every day I swear. These past weeks have contained:

- Terrible blueberry picking in Söderåsens nationalpark. It was way too dry and after two hours me and my parents and Oma had barely three deciliters combined, and I had picked the most of them. (You almost gotta be autistic to find anything in such meager conditions.) The nature was great as usual though!

- Moving a few pieces of furniture out of my grandma’s and grandpa’s house and into our house. I got a glass door cabinet for my room and shit, has it made my life better. Apparently autistic and ADHD people can have issues with object permanence and so we have to organize our stuff so that we see it lest it fade into the background.

I moved my entire rock collection onto one of the shelves.

- Rolling in town with the roller derby team to advertise the local digital town festival (which none of us attended, we just needed the money). I fucking hate skating in town, there’s so much to trip on, and a man came and started harassing us and calling us “fucking dykes go shove a nail up your ****”. Fun times.

- Lots of garden time. Harvested the first cucumber of the year!

- My younger sibling’s birthday! I managed to get them some makeup without freaking out and dying inside, and we had apple pie.

- Rolling by the beach in town with the roller derby team! Much better, the pavement is smooth and straight and there were almost no people since it was grey and a little windy out. There was a free ice cream truck! I got ice cream twice. Pepp, the assistant coach, told me I’m getting good at outdoor skating and my fucking heart? I’m bad at taking compliments.

- Going hiking with three friends! We went to the frog bog I’ve mentioned here before and hung out there for a few hours before hiking down a forest trail and getting one of us on a bus back home.

There were horses! One of them had a name tag that said “Alchemilla Rich”. What a fucking name huh. Wonder if she’s a racehorse. They all came up to where we sat and drooled on my camping mattress. There was one with a white crescent moon on her forehead, my friend Bunny liked her since she kept a Respectful Distance. (No offense to horses but they’re big nervous animals and having them surround you out on the trail is scary. Also their lack of legs freaks me out.)

We met a hiking cat named Julio! He was a ragdoll and we love him.

Two of my friends and I stayed and slept in a wind shelter. Good times, we saw the same snake I saw last time I was there, and it rained and thundered during the night. In the morning just before we were going to go home we saw two stray kittens wandering the area, but we couldn’t catch them and get them any help. Wonder if any other camper has had better luck.

- Trying to find a place to buy film for my analogue camera, to no avail. I went to a place in Malmö yesterday only to find it closed, even though their webpage said they’d be open. Fuckery. I saw a boiled egg yolk lying on the sidewalk on the way back to the train though so after that I couldn’t be pissed. I hope it’s still there next time I go there so I can get a picture. The Grey Academia chat made it our emotional support egg yolk.

Next week I’m going with two friends (and one of their friends) to their summer home on the west coast. I’ve never been up there before but the nature’s supposed to be really beautiful. Better bring berry containers and my mushroom handbook.

[t-tyrants]

FRIENDS NOW :)

Wrote a lil creepypasta based on the two pictures I drew of Zipper.  I haven’t written any pastas in a while so I hope u enjoy!

Like almost everyone on twitter, I too have spent my quarantine time playing the new animal crossing. It has been a really good distraction from the chaos of the panicking world. It was probably the only thing keeping my mental health from jumping off a cliff. While I am only 24, I still was part of the at risk group. Having a weak heart, I have had to be very careful of my own health fo my whole life. I didn’t really want to die right now, so I’ve been mulled up in my flat, getting paranoid over every cough. The only thing that had been keeping me from overthinking is animal crossing.

Making friends with the animals visiting my island had been my main focus. No critter was allowed to leave my humble abode without having all their dreams and hopes fulfilled. Some of my favorites were Mischka, Raymond and Lolly. What can I say, I like cats? Of course, I visited some of my real friends’ islands too. But while I could do most of my work home office style in a few hours, many of them didn’t have that privilege. Lizzy was out there, saving lifes, Matt was getting yelled at by customers and I was just sitting on my ass, playing video games. Sometimes I felt bad about it. Sometimes I was simply thankful. They were all very tired but they still took some time out of their life to check in with me. After all this would be over, I would try to make it up to them. 

Still, all I could do now was talk to animals, get some peaches, catch some fishes and draw new clothes. Day in, day out. It started to feel like routine. So when the easter special event started, I was hyped. Sure, those were pretty much the same game mechanics as before but i was way more interested in the elusive Zipper T. Bunny himself. I have had never played an animal crossing game before so I wasn’t aware that he was a part of the game. I had spent hours finding eggs all around the island just to get a few dialog lines from that weird bunny. Of course, I was pretty sure that this wasn’t a bunny. The big zipper, the unmoving eyes, the forced happiness - whoever was under this suit was doing a job and would prefer to be at home. 

But that wouldn't stop me. I tried talking to him again and again in hopes of getting a new line of dialog. Still, I knew it was a game. I knew that Zipper wouldn't just get out of his head and show me his real self. But I was convinced that there had to be some sort of easter egg for the curious players. There had to be. I had spend so much time working for the easter event, I didn’t even notice that the real deal was getting closer too. 

I woke up gasping for air from a nightmare I forgot just as quickly. Looking at the alarm clock, I could see it was 2:54 AM, Sunday. It was easter. I got out of bed, there was no use trying to fall asleep now. Instead, I walked to my couch and turned the switch on. Getting comfy between the couch cushions, I walked up to Zipper. “Happy Easter,” I chimed into the darkness of my flat. I didn’t talk to Zipper, I just stood next to him, as all of a sudden, I could feel tears in the corners of my eyes. The game had been a great distraction but now, at 3 am, it all came crashing down on me. 

I was lonely, I was stressed, I was afraid. 

And all I could do is play a game and run after a rabbit. 

“Aren’t you tired?” A dialog prompt. I rubbed the tears from my eyes and looked up. “Not really,” I sighed as I answered with ‘No’. “Why?” Zipper asked. Now this was something different. “You are very persistent. Don’t you have anything else to do?” I leaned closer to the TV as I pressed ‘No’ again. Zipper was finally talking. This was what I had hoped for all this time. “You aren’t going to stop bothering me?” Ha, you wish. I pressed ‘No’. Zipper T. Bunny turned towards me. Not my character. But me, behind the TV screen. He grabbed my character’s hand. They just stood there, quietly looking towards me, swaying a tiny bit with the wind. They looked so cute. What a cute thing to include in the game. Now if I only could get to photo-mode… 

“What do you want from me?” The dialog field was unexpected. Instead of three options, a keyboard popped up. This was my chance. I started typing frantically. “Who are you? Why do you wear a suit? What do you do when you aren’t working for this easter event? Who are you really? Can we be friends?” The keyboard disappeared. I hadn’t even pressed ‘send’. How strange. The game stopped. Nothing moved. No more music. Did I break it? Mashing all buttons, nothing happened. Before I could get up, a dialog field popped up. “Do you really want to know who I am?” I pressed my back into the couch. ‘Yes.’ “Do you really want to be friends?” Holy shit. “Of course,” I called out while pressing ‘Yes’ again. 

The dialog disappeared again and all was quiet. All but a weird buzzing. As it grew louder, suddenly the TV started to flicker. Was it breaking right now? I was uncovering the most interesting, literal easter egg and my TV wanted to destroy it all for me? 

The screen turned red. The green, lively island was gone, replaced by some weird, red mush. But Zipper T. Bunny and my character were still standing there. Still, they too had changed. I stared, mesmerized. His head was gone. The bunny suit head. But beneath it… was nothing. Just empty air. At the neck, red liquid left the suit, dirtying the otherwise radiant yellow. I was so intrigued by this change which was entirely inappropriate for a children's game, I hadn’t even looked at my character. It’s pupils were gone and blood had started pouring out of her eyes, nose and mouth. 

Now, I was searching for some sort of easter egg but this was too much. Who would even put something like this into animal crossing? What if a small child stumbled across this? This would traumatize them and ruin a whole video game franchise and pobably stuffed animals for them. Maybe even the whole concept of eastern. 

As I wanted to get up and take my phone to document this mess, I could feel it all of a sudden. Cold breath hit my neck. Cold breath, followed by even colder hands that crawled over my shoulders. I froze, unable to even move my eyes from the display. I could feel the icy nails scrap over my skin, seemingly carefully not to draw blood. My whole back was covered in goosebumps. “So….” The voice was raspy and deep. “Do you really wanna be friends?” I had to suppress the urge to laugh nervously. This was really happening. The bunny suit on TV was twitching. The hands slowly wandered up to my neck. “Of course,” the words left my mouth all of a sudden. The hands stopped. “Are you sure?” Relieved that my neck was still untouched, I decided to go all in. “Absolutely. That’s why I tried talking so much to you before.”

Silence. The whole room seemed frozen. It felt like hours had passed when the voice returned. “So you really had fun with the easter event?” The voice sounded softer and quieter. “Yes,” my voice was quivering too. “Would you mind… if I stick around even when easter is over?” There was a lot of sadness in his voice. For a split second, I felt like the two of us were just the same. Lonely, stressed, afraid. 

“You can stay as long as you want to,” I said, driven by this realisation, only to regret it right away. I didn’t know what I just agreed to. I should have asked questions. But as soon as the words had left my mouth, the hands were lifted from my shoulders and the cold breathe disappeared. I was still stuck in place, frozen. 

I didn’t know how much time had passed but it felt like I was woken up again when the music started playing from the TV again. I looked up, it was all back to normal. My island was back, my character looked as always and Zipper T. Bunny, head and all, was turned towards them. There was a dialog box open. As I read it, I didn’t know what to feel at all. Was I scared? Happy? Confused? All I knew was that I should get back to bed. I quickly shut off the switch and walked up to my bed. As i hid beneath the covers, pressing my eyes closed, trying to fall asleep, Zipper’s last words just wouldn’t leave my head. “FRIENDS NOW :)” 

When I woke up a few hours later, the flat seemed to be frozen. Absentmindedly I ran up to my heater, trying to get some warmth into these rooms. It was already put on the highest setting. I walked up to my kitchen window and opened it. I was expecting to see snow with this temperature but outside, it was warm. I kept the window open as I turned around to look for clues. Not sure what to do, I decided to check up on animal crossing again. Starting the game, there was nothing pointing towards last night's weird occurrence. Talking to Zipper, he was back to his old tunes and none of the villagers seemed to be changed either. I was nearly convinced that this was a bad dream, when i opened up the album and saw a new pictures. 

Staring back at me from the TV was Zipper T. Bunny holding my hand, head missing with a crude smile drawn over the empty space.

With tired eyes, I smiled back the picture. It was comforting in a strange way. Somehow, the flat felt less empty now. 

Just a little colder. 

[theperksofbeingbarbie]

Twelve Years - Ben Hargreeves x Female Reader One shot

Summary: You go to Reginald Hargreeves’ funeral to make sure he’s really dead, wanting closure for your best friend’s death years before. You get what you went for, and more. 

Word Count: 1,789

Paring: Ben x Female Reader

Warnings: Angsty, I guess?; Language; Mentions of Death

A/N: I just love my Bentacles and needed to write something. I need more Ben asap. You’re like 15 when you meet Ben, 17 when he dies! Flahsback in italics!

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Walking through the front doors of the large estate that housed the Umbrella Academy was a new sensation, despite knowing the home as if it were your own. You were often climbing through the window to your best friend’s bedroom to gain access, sneaking through the halls like a shadow. 

“Ben! Do you really need another book?” you heard a voice complain as the bell above the door chimed to announce possibly the last customer of the day. “You really don’t have enough already?” 

You made your way from one of the shelves you were restocking to the front to greet the customers. You were a bit surprised at the pair in front of you: a tall skinny boy in the most obnoxious outfit you had ever seen, smiling at you like the Cheshire Cat and a much quieter, shorter boy with a shy smile and kind eyes that you found yourself getting lost in. “Do you need help finding anything? I have to close up soon,” you offered with a smile. 

“You can help me by giving me your number,” the taller one purred, taking a few steps forward so he could lean against the end of the bookshelf.

The shorter boy groaned, hitting his friend in the arm. “Klaus, leave her alone,” he hissed. 

You blushed, trying to keep the smile on your face. “Klaus is it? While I’m flattered, I’m going to have to say no.” 

Klaus dropped the flirty act in exchange for general friendliness, shrugging a bit at your rejection. “That’s alright! Magazines?” 

You motioned to the rack by the check out counter, watching him sashay over to pick up a few fashion magazines. 

“His name is Ben, by the way! He’s a very gentle lover!” Klaus shouted casually, flipping through Vogue. 

You and Ben both blushed at that, Ben pulling a random book off the shelf in front of him to read the blurb on the back instead of looking at you. “[Y/N],” you introduced. “Your friend is... Something else.” You giggled when Ben rolled his eyes. 

“He’s my brother,” he corrected. “Long story.” 

“Maybe you could tell me sometime.” 

And he did. Ben came in almost every week, often alone but sometimes with Klaus in tow. You told him all about your aunt’s bookshop and how you had worked there as soon as you could see over the counter. He told you about his family and how they were trained to save the world. Soon your weekly meetings grew to twice a week, and soon to you climbing into his window every day after school before starting your shift at the shop. Ben was everything to you. You even had plans for him to leave the Academy. He was going to move in with your aunt, work at the shop with you, go to college, start a real life outside of being forced to use a power he hated. 

That never happened, though. You climbed into his window to take his bag to the shop with you, but was greeted by a drunk, sobbing Klaus. 

You didn’t bother going to Ben’s funeral, though Klaus assured you that you didn’t miss much. There was no body to bury, nothing to mourn but a gaudy statue. 

When you heard Reginald died, you were... Happy. Ecstatic, really. The fucking prick that pushed Ben to his limit and ultimately killed him finally got what he deserved. You wanted to go to the funeral, make sure he was really gone, that your friend finally got justice. So there you were, in front of the home that once brought so much joy to you, wishing the one person you cared about was somehow going to be on the other side of the door. 

“Miss [Y/N], hello,” Pogo greeted with a tired smile. He always pretended that he didn’t know about the girl that would climb through Ben’s window, choosing to allow the children some freedom as long as it was harmless. 

“Hi, Pogo,” you greeted, holding out the flowers in your hand. “Is Klaus here?”

Pogo nodded his head as he accepted the arrangement, stepping aside to let you in. “You know your way around, I assume?” 

You nodded, leaving him in favor of the grand staircase. 

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The funeral was strange, to say the least. Between the return of Five, the admission of the end of the world, and the most awkward eulogy ever. You didn’t think it could get much worse until Diego and Luther started to fight. You laughed when Klaus started to egg them on, but your heart seemed to stop when Luther’s fist collided with Ben’s statue. 

“And there goes Ben’s statue,” Allison snarled with a roll of her eyes, turning to go back into the house. 

You could feel the eyes of Klaus and Vanya on you as you stared at the broken figure. They were the only ones who truly knew the extent to which you cared for Ben. Klaus watched as you fell in love with his brother. Vanya only found out years later when she did a book reading at the bookshop that now belonged to you since your aunt retired. You invited her to stay for coffee and told her about your friendship, she pieced the rest of it together herself. 

You stayed in place as everyone started to clear out, Klaus rubbing your arm as he walked past after putting his cigarette out in his father’s ashes. You slowly walked over to the broken statue, picking up Ben’s head before leaning against the stand. “It doesn’t even look like you,” you mumbled, running your thumb over the cheekbone. 

How was that for irony? The one person who helped keep the family together when he was alive, broken and shattered like the brothers and sisters inside the home. 

“Miss [Y/N],” Pogo said sadly as he watched, causing you to jump, dropping the piece on the ground in your surprise. “There’s something I need to show you, and the others.” 

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You were front and center, staring at Ben’s lifeless body on the other side of a glass window. He was connected to a plethora of machines you had never seen before, fluorescent lights reflecting off the pristine white and metal surfaces. He still looked like he was the same age as his siblings, somehow still able to age. Of course Sir Reginald Sickfuck would have a secret medical room in a subfloor below his home.  

You barely registered Diego’s voice, “Ben isn’t dead?” 

“Ben had plans to disobey your father. Afraid of his powers hurting innocents if he did live on his own, your father put him into this suspended life state,” Pogo answered. “He is dead, but can be brought back.” 

“Disobey?” You think the voice belonged to Vanya. 

“He was leaving. After an argument with your father...” 

Tears started to spill onto your cheeks. He was kinda killed by his father because he was going to leave with you. 

“Your father wanted the option to bring Ben back if his powers were needed again.” 

“Use him,” you growled. “You mean, in case he wanted to use Ben and the power he hated. Say what you mean, Pogo. He would rather kill his son than let him live a normal life.” You shook your head, turning on your heel to stomp away. 

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The next few days didn’t even feel real. Twelve years. Twelve years you had thought your best friend to be dead. Twelve years you mourned Ben. Twelve years you ached to hear his laugh or see his smile again.

Seeing him again hurt more than you would expect. Who got to fulfill their dream of seeing their dead loved ones again? You got your wish, so why did your heart still ache? He could be woken up and brought back to your side as if no time had passed. But it had. Time had come and gone. You had partners, life changes, a cat, a shop. It was your fault that he’d been locked in the basement all those years. It was your fault that his life was stolen from him. 

You sighed when you heard the bell above the door chime. “I’m sorry, we’re closed. We open back up at 9,” you said over your shoulder, not bothering to look up from the books you were putting labels on.

“I’ve been reading the same book for twelve years, though. Take pity on me and recommend something?” 

Your head snapped up at the familiar voice, the voice you never thought you’d hear again. Your voice was barely above a whisper as you stood, “Ben?” Tears stung the edges of your eyes when he smiled. God, that smile. 

“It’s really me,” he promised, taking a few steps forward. “It’s nice to have you see me, finally. Following Klaus around has its perks, but actually having a conversation without him in the middle is amazing.” 

Of course Ben would make a joke about his time being dead. Letting out a watery laugh, you closed the distance between you to wrap him in a bone crushing hug. “I’ve missed you, Benny Bunny,” you mumbled into his shoulder. 

“I’ve missed you too. You have no idea.” 

“You apparently got to see me through Klaus, though.” You laughed, pulling away to wipe the tears from your eyes. “I feel bad for telling him to fuck off every time he said you thought I looked pretty. I didn’t know he could actually see you.” 

Ben smiled fondly, refusing to let go of your waist. It had been so  long since he had been hugged and there was nothing like your hugs. “Doesn’t mean I didn’t miss you like crazy.” 

You returned the smile, placing your hands back on his arms as he held you. “I’m sorry, Bunny. If I didn’t tell you to leave--”

“He would’ve found another reason to punish me.” Ben shook his head, resting his forehead against yours. “I shouldn’t have fought with him. I shouldn’t have told him I fell in love with a normal girl.” 

Suddenly all the air in your lungs seemed to leave you. “Love?” you repeated, pulling back a bit to see his face properly, searching for any sign of it just being a platonic love. 

Ben blushed but nodded. He wasn’t going to let this moment pass when he waited twelve fucking years. “I love you, [Y/N]. More than anything.” 

“Bunny,” you huffed, pulling him down for a loving kiss twelve years in the making. “I love you too.” 

The grin that took over Ben’s features rivaled the sun, causing you to match it. Ben pulled you in for another kiss, never wanting to know time without your touch again.